69: Chapter 69 Execution in the Underground Court

Stepping on Asmodeus, Qin Ming was like a cannonball, piercing directly through the first-floor floor and smashing into the deeper basement.

That was the site of an Inquisition from several hundred years ago.

It was dark, damp, and filled with rusted torture implements.

Bang!

Asmodeus's body slammed violently onto the basement's hard stone floor.

This impact nearly shook his three heads right off his neck.

Before he could catch his breath.

A foot stepped onto the face of the middle head.

Qin Ming was still holding that golden halo in his hand.

"Now."

"The environment is suitable."

Qin Ming raised the halo.

Clang!

This blow was incredibly heavy.

Asmodeus's nasal bone shattered instantly.

"Don't you like destroying families?"

Clang!

"Aren't you the King of Lust?"

Clang!

"Don't you want to drag us down to hell?"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Qin Ming was like an indefatigable pile driver.

Every strike was accompanied by an eruption of holy power and the sound of shattering bones.

Asmodeus couldn't even let out a scream.

His demonic body, of which he was so proud, was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before this seemingly slender boy.

He regretted it.

Why did he have to escape?

Wasn't it better to stay in the seal?

At least in the seal, there wasn't a lunatic who wanted to beat a demon to death!

Standing at the edge of the large hole on the second floor, Father Amort poked his head out tremblingly.

He watched the scene in the basement filled with violent aesthetics.

The boy was bathed in holy light.

Yet he held a murder weapon in his hand.

He was pinning the legendary Prince of Hell to the ground and grinding him into the floor.

There were no flashy spells.

Only the most primitive, most pure power.

Amorth pulled a flask from his pocket, his hands shaking so much he couldn't even unscrew the cap.

He watched the back of the figure below, who was beating the demon until it lost its teeth, and muttered to himself:

"Is this..."

"Is this also... exorcism?"

Emma lay on the edge of the hole, dangling her legs, watching the "performance" below.

She grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Big brother, go for it!"

"The horn on the left hasn't broken yet!"

"Smash it off!"

The air in the basement became thick.

It was the scent of centuries of resentment mixed with hellish sulfur.

Asmodeus was not willing to be treated like a punching bag just like this.

He was one of the Seven Princes!

Although he was only a remnant soul, the dignity of a Demon King could not be trampled upon.

Roar—!!

The middle head let out a deafening roar.

Black hellfire instantly coiled around those sharp chicken claws and the snake tail.

His body swelled as if being inflated, and in the blink of an eye, it burst through the stone pillars of the basement.

The foul-smelling wind pressure raged in the narrow space, kicking up countless shards of rock that shot outwards like bullets.

"I will tear you to pieces!"

"And chew your soul into meat paste!!"

Asmodeus swung his giant claws horizontally with destructive force, sweeping toward the tiny figure in front of him.

[Intermediate Danger Perception] fully activated.

In his field of vision, red trajectory lines pre-read all of the demon's movements.

Qin Ming exerted force through his feet.

His figure instantly blurred, turning into an afterimage.

The giant claw burning with black fire brushed past his hem, slammed into the wall, and blasted out a large hole.

Meanwhile, Qin Ming had already appeared at Asmodeus's flank.

That was the blind spot of his vision.

"Now, it's my turn."

Qin Ming violently grabbed at the void with his right hand.

He didn't touch anything solid.

But on a higher dimensional level, an invisible giant hand instantly formed.

[Death Grip].

Crack!

Asmodeus, who was in the middle of turning, suddenly went rigid.

He felt an invisible, gargantuan steel hand gripping his crown tightly.

That power was irresistible.

It was like a human pinching the head of an ant.

"Down."

The muscles in Qin Ming's arm tightened, he suddenly sank downward, and swung with the momentum!

Boom—!!

The massive demonic body lost its balance.

His head was forcibly pressed down by that monstrous strength and smashed fiercely into the hard stone floor of the altar.

Spiderweb-like cracks instantly exploded outward.

Shards of rock flew everywhere, crackling and popping in this enclosed space.

"Roar..."

Asmodeus had just tried to pull his head out.

Qin Ming's wrist twisted without a shred of mercy.

Ghost Hand style violent neck twist!

Snap!

A teeth-grinding sound of bone cracking rang out.

The demon's shoulders, over two meters wide, were forcibly twisted into a half-kneeling posture.

The black fire that had just ignited was forcibly smothered by more than half from that blow.

But this was just the beginning.

The suction in Qin Ming's palm changed again.

"Up."

He pulled upward violently.

[Death Grip] erupted.

Asmodeus's several-ton body was actually pulled straight up from the ground into mid-air like a ragdoll.

He hovered three meters above the ground, kicking his limbs wildly, but could find no leverage.

A complete sitting duck.

Qin Ming bent his legs slightly and launched himself.

Closing the distance.

Close-quarters combat fully engaged.

In the short second he hung in the air, he unleashed twelve punches.

Each punch was imbued with terrifying, monstrous strength.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dull thuds merged into one continuous sound.

His fists slammed into the demon's chest, abdomen, and shoulder blades.

Black scales flew off.

Filthy demonic blood exploded into a mist in the air.

"Sink back down!"

Qin Ming flipped his body and stomped heavily on Asmodeus's stomach.

At the same time, his wrist pressed downward!

Gravity seemed to double at that moment.

Boom—!!!

The demon was slammed back to the ground for the second time.

This time, the entire basement shook violently.

A deep pit was smashed into the ground, sending dust flying.

Asmodeus lay at the bottom of the pit, all three heads feeling somewhat dizzy.

He was furious.

He was ashamed.

He opened his large mouths, wanting to spew the most vicious, cursed black fire.

"Shut up."

Qin Ming stood at the edge of the pit, raising one hand.

Behind him, five golden lights instantly appeared.

[Brilliant Sword Circle Formation].

Swish swish swish swish swish!

Precise piercing.

Puchi! Puchi!

The black fire that had just gathered in his throat was directly pierced through by the Brilliant Sword Circle Formation.

The light swords stabbed into his shoulders, thighs, and snake tail, pinning him to the ground like a specimen.

The holy-attribute power hissed at the wounds, emitting plumes of white smoke.

"Ahhhh!!"

Asmodeus finally let out a shrill scream.

He wanted to move.

But it was too late.

"Behave."

Qin Ming walked slowly down into the deep pit.

The golden halo behind his head began to surge.

That blazing, divine light now carried a domineering quality that sought to burn away all filth.

The light touched the demon's skin.

It was like a red-hot iron pressed onto butter.

Sizzle sizzle—

Asmodeus's physical form began to disintegrate.

He thrashed wildly within the beam of light, but only earned himself more intense burning.

Despair.

As a Demon King, this was the first time he had felt this emotion, which belonged to the weak.

Qin Ming walked up to him.

"It's time for you to go back."

[Death Grip] · Soul Rip.

Hum!

The air wailed.

An invisible, immense force penetrated Asmodeus's flesh and directly seized his soul core.

"No!!"

"You can't..."

"I can."

Qin Ming tightened his five fingers violently and pulled backward.

It was unreasonably violent.

Rip—!

Asmodeus's body exploded on the spot.