582: The Rising Sun Emperor appears

Exciting, too damn exciting! Night Luo hadn't felt this sensation in a long time.

As a Demonic Path Cultivator, she had once tortured and killed many people. Although she later had some intentions of turning over a new leaf, she felt no psychological burden in torturing and killing these bandits.

The surrounding bandits were scared Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering; some scrambled to escape, while others simply collapsed on the ground, wetting their pants, repeatedly yelling, “Mercy!”

With just a thought from Night Luo, everyone present quickly froze in place as if under a petrification spell.

Night Luo stepped through the mud, walking closer, and casually crushed the back of a bandit's hand. With a crisp 'crack,' the bandit's eyes rolled back in pain, but he couldn't even scream.

“Feels good, doesn't it?”

Night Luo picked up a scrawny, monkey-like bandit, lifting him to her eye level like a chicken, then directly broke his three legs.

Before the other party could beg for mercy, she sharply twisted her wrist. The bandit's neck bent at a grotesque angle, his head lolled on his shoulder, and his body slumped limply.

The Chief lay on the ground, watching his companions die tragically one by one. His crotch was soaked, and he no longer had the strength to even kowtow, only muttering tremblingly.

“I was wrong… I won't dare again… Please… Please let me go!”

The Chief trembled.

Night Luo squatted down, pinching his chin with her blood-stained fingers, forcing him to look up at her.

Her smile was still beautiful, but her eyes were colder than ice: “You just said you wanted me to be your wife?”

The Chief was so terrified that tears and snot streamed down his face. He shook his head frantically: “I was talking nonsense… I was a scoundrel… Please, Your Excellency, be magnanimous…”

“I'm sorry, I don't like honorifics~”

Night Luo's voice was as soft as a whisper, but her fingertips suddenly exerted force. With a 'thump,' the Chief's jaw was directly crushed by her.

He gaped, unable to make a sound, blood gushing from his throat, his eyes wide open.

Night Luo released her hand in disgust and, as she stood up, stomped on his chest, crushing it.

Immediately after, her figure flickered, weaving through the bandit group. Screams rose and fell, then quickly ceased.

It wasn't that the bandits ran out of strength, but that Night Luo's attacks became faster and faster, so fast that they couldn't even let out a complete scream.

Some bandits had their limbs twisted off and were thrown aside like broken dolls. Others had their chests ripped open bare-handed, their hearts still beating in her palm. Still others were twisted into fragments by invisible Qi waves, blood and flesh splattering all over the mountain.

In just a few minutes, the once arrogant bandit group was reduced to a ground full of 殘骸 and a thick smell of blood.

Night Luo stood in the center of the pile of corpses, her clothes still clean, with only a few bloodstains on her face, making her exquisite face appear demonic and terrifying.

She raised her hand to wipe the blood from her face, lightly sniffed the scent of blood in the air, and a satisfied smile curled at the corner of her lips.

“I've vented; it's time to go back and find Brother Su.”

She clapped her hands, as if she had just stepped on a few ants, and turned to walk towards Xiao Shitou Village.

However, at this moment, Night Luo keenly sensed that several terrifying figures had appeared in mid-air.

“Demoness! I've been looking for you for so long!”

Night Luo suddenly turned her head and looked up at the sky.

The leader was dressed in a crimson-gold Dragon-patterned imperial robe, surrounded by a holy power as blazing as the sun. This person was none other than Emperor Xuri, the Emperor of the Xuri Dynasty.

Beside him stood a graceful and noble woman, holding a white jade whisk, whose tassels flowed with a chilling, purifying spiritual light. This was now Empress Xuri, his wife.

Behind the two, more than a dozen royal guards in silver armor floated, their long spears 凝聚 with compelling Law power.

Two Great Emperors and dozens of powerhouses above the Great Saint realm surrounded Night Luo.

“Who are you?”

Night Luo looked at Emperor Xuri in front of her; she did not recognize this person.

“I am Emperor Xuri, specializing in killing those of you on the Demonic Path!”

Back then, Emperor Xuri's wife had died at the hands of a Demonic Path Cultivator. Although he later married another, his hatred for Demonic Path Cultivators had reached a new dimension.

“They're going to fight, they're going to fight!”

Su Xuan and Qingyuan, hidden in the shadows, watched the show. This place had long been sealed by Emperor Xuri's people, allowing entry but no exit.

“Husband, can Night Luo defeat Emperor Xuri?”

Qingyuan was a little worried. Emperor Xuri was not a weakling, and his wife was also present.

The combined strength of this husband and wife was not as simple as two Great Emperors, and there were also many Great Saint powerhouses there.

Although their individual strengths were not strong, they had Cultivated a Cultivation Technique that could concentrate all their power on one person.

Even a Great Emperor would need some time to kill them.

And Qingyuan could feel that Night Luo's strength was not at its Peak; her previous injuries had not healed, so she was a little worried.

“Don't worry, it's impossible for Night Luo not to defeat these two. Even if she can't, we'll just intervene from the shadows!”

Su Xuan said with a smile.

Can't defeat them? It's impossible not to defeat them. Night Luo's ability to become the leader of the Evil God Sect was naturally due to her extraordinary talent and strength.

If it weren't for a plot kill, it would have been impossible for Right Guardian Hong Ji's strength to ambush her.

“Then I'm relieved!”

Hearing Su Xuan say this, Qingyuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

“Emperor Xuri? Don't know him!”

Night Luo thought for a moment, shook her head, and smiled disdainfully.

Seeing this, Emperor Xuri's veins bulged. He had lived for so many years, and this was the first time he had been so disdained by someone!

And, by a Demonic Path Cultivator! A damned Demonic Path Cultivator!

“You damned Demonic Path Cultivators, you killed my beloved wife back then, and now I will make you pay for that blood debt!”

Emperor Xuri raised his hand to condense the power of the Great Dao. A crimson-gold light blade, like the rising sun, cleaved towards Night Luo with an Aura that could incinerate everything.

The Empress followed closely. With a flick of her white jade whisk, a dense, impenetrable net of silver spiritual light was woven, completely sealing off Night Luo's retreat.

“How ridiculous! I'm not the one who killed your wife, so why are you taking your anger out on me?”

“What an incompetent person! Why don't you just go find the one who killed your wife?”

Night Luo laughed heartily, blocking both their attacks with a raised hand.

Moreover, Night Luo appeared completely at ease, as if their attacks were merely tickling her.

“This woman is so strong?”

Emperor Xuri was somewhat shocked.

With just one strike from Night Luo, Emperor Xuri perceived the gap between them and her.

If it were a one-on-one fight, they could not possibly be Night Luo's opponents, but fortunately, he had also made preparations.