129 Demon Spirit's Hatred!

Sheng Feilong shook in his seat, nearly blacking out from the terrifying pressure for a second when he felt an indescribably deep hatred and killing intent rise from inside him. He couldn't explain where this hatred came from, but felt like he was losing his mind for not jumping onto the arena and ripping apart the demonic clone of Yuanen Yehui.

Still not having lost his rationality, he quickly turned away, not daring to face the arena any longer out of fear of not being able to control himself. As he did so, the otherworldly, horrendous scream echoed through his head again.

>Eradicate the abominable vermin! Destroy their bodies! Devour their souls!<

Sheng Feilong had barely taken two steps forward when the voice impacted and shook his spiritual consciousness. He groaned miserably, instantly gaining the attention of Tang Wulin and the others around him as he fell to his knees.

A sudden pain rose from Sheng Feilong's chest and a grey vapour started radiating off of him, spreading a few metres around him. Sheng Feilong finally understood that he was loosing control over the Netherworld Putrefaction Demon.

Tang Wulin stormed over to him, when Sheng Feilong suddenly screamed at him with a strained voice. "Get back! Don't touch me!" Tang Wulin stopped, clearly stunned and the grey vapour came into contact with his hand and sleeve.

A low, acidic hissing sound rung out as the sleeve and Tang Wulin's skin were quickly being dissolved. Tang Wulin's eyes constricted and he quickly used his bloodline power. Golden scales formed on his arm, frantically resisting the grey vapour as he backed off.

Luckily, he was fast enough to only damage a thin layer of skin on his wrist and damaging his sleeve; Nothing serious as the golden hue around him continued to fight off the remaining vapour. He stared at Sheng Feilong in shock; Having never seen this kind of energy, nor knowing what was wrong with the latter, he didn't know what to do.

Sheng Feilong quickly entered his spiritual consciousness, but what he saw wasn't the same as he remembered it. The silvery while grass on the ground was still the same, but sky was painted in ominous, greyish colours.

He ran towards the weird, dark side of his spiritual consciousness where the Netherworld Putrefaction Demon's Spirit Essence and the 100.000-years-old Doomstinger Dragonfly's External Soul Bone were. Quickly arriving at the edge between the two different parts of his spiritual consciousness, he charged forward, passing over to the dark side.

A powerful pressure fell onto him as soon as he stepped in there; much more dreadful then when he first came here and talked with the demon's spirit. This whole time, the Netherworld Putrefaction Demon was raging about, screaming bloody murder, while Sheng Feilong's spiritual consciousness heavily quaked under the pressure.

Despite the pressure, Sheng Feilong quickly continued towards the castle ruins. He noticed a dark, muddy green light coming from the castle again, just like the first time, but it was much more intense. The heavy quaking cracked the desolate, black ground all around the castle, stretching out to the horizon.

These cracks were filled with the same muddy green light as the castle and corrosive grey vapour rose from them in huge fumes. Sheng Feilong didn't bother with the vapour as it couldn't hurt him and jumped over one of the small ravines, finally reaching the castle ruins.

Inside, the Netherworld Putrefaction demon stood upright in front of the broken throne, the green markings all over it's body flaring up as it screamed towards the sky in a blinding rage. Sheng Feilong was barely able to stand in it's presence and had no clue what to do now.

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In the Star Luo Empire's Grand Coliseum, the fight between Yuanen Yehui and Monster Academy's Teng Teng continued. With the help from the demonized clone, she was finally able to completely suppress Teng Teng and it was only a matter of time until she won; Either his injuries would accumulate until he couldn't fight any longer or his Soul Power reserves would run dry, ending together with his strange transformation.

She Meixiao stared at the match between the two with stars in her eyes; Especially paying attention to Yuanen Yehui. The Soul Skill she displayed, the so called Gates of Hell, was an incredibly rare and powerful ability that Soul Master with extremely powerful or potent dark and evil attributed Spirit Essences would sometimes possess; Every one of those Soul Master were highly sought after in Daedalus, especially those that could control it when they were as weak as Yuanen Yehui still was.

Knowing that Yuanen Yehui was a member of Shrek Academy, she was about to make a comment towards Elder Cai, when her attention was suddenly drawn towards another place. Elder Cai, the old man next to the Star Luo Emperor and the Emperor himself also suddenly looked in the same direction with a frown.

All of them could feel a powerful, but dark energy come from that direction and She Meixiao's face suddenly changed. She instantly recognized this energy as the Netherworld Putrefaction Demon's and sprung to her feet. "Feilong?!" Not wasting a single moment, she suddenly vanished from her place.

The Emperor frowned a bit deeper and spoke to the old man next to him. "Elder En Ci, what is that?" The old man frowned as well, still looking into the direction of the combatant's waiting area. "I am not sure, Your Highness. But seeing that Madam She has gone towards that direction, she seems to be aware of it."

"Go." The Emperor spoke a single word and the old man next to him vanished like a ghost. The Emperor turned his head back to face the arena and watch the fight between Yuanen Yehui and Teng Teng end with a displeased expression; It has ended with Teng Teng's eventual defeat.

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She Meixiao appeared next to Tang Wulin and the other just an instant after she vanished from her position on the podium. Looking at Sheng Feilong, surprise, shock and dread alternated on her face.She looked at Tang Wulin with a grave expression. "What happened?!"

Tang Wulin shook lightly when She Meixiao's eyes fell onto him. The powerful intent struck him hard and he nearly instantly replied. "I don't know! We were watching Yuanen's battle when he suddenly fell to the ground and that grey gas appeared."

She Meixiao glanced at Tang Wulin's arm and waved her hand, instantly extinguishing the grey vapour that was left on his wrist. She then turned away from them, stepping closer to Sheng Feilong frowning deeply and muttering a few words. "A backlash? Has the demon's spirit reappeared? But why?"

The grey vapour couldn't hurt her, but it spread out further. She waved her hand and nine Soul Ring's appeared behind her back in an instant as her Soul Power radiated off of her body. She created a barrier, insulating Sheng Feilong from the rest of them and blocking the grey vapour from spreading.

Just in that moment, En Ci, the old man who sat next to the emperor for the whole time, appeared next Sheng Feilong, on the opposite side of She Meixiao. He frowned as he looked at Sheng Feilong and looked up to face She Meixiao. "What's going on?"

She Meixiao kept silent, not answering his question. En Ci frowned and inspected Sheng Feilong briefly with his Spirit Power. After a short moment, he frowned even deeper. Waving his hand, he also created a barrier around them with his Soul Power.

This barrier encapsulated She Meixiao, himself and the Shrek students within it, keeping the other onlooking contestants outside. He spoke in a solemn voice. "A backlash from his Spirit Essence, is it? We can't help him, he has to survive through that himself." He paused and glanced at She Meixiao again. "That vapour is corroding your Soul Power? What is that power?"

She Meixiao still kept quiet, but En Ci's words shocked the Shrek Academy students. They knew Sheng Feilong for a while, but this strange grey vapour definitely didn't come from his Radiant Emperor's Phantasmagoric Eyes Spirit Essence, so how could it be a backlash?

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Inside Sheng Feilong's spiritual consciousness, the Netherworld Putrefaction Demon continued screaming around. His former speech had digressed into ungodly roars that no human or beast could recreate. It continued rampaging around, creating more and more cracks and ravines in the ground.

Sheng Feilong could do nothing but try to stay conscious. The incredible hatred the Netherworld Putrefaction Demon gave off was suffocating him, but he couldn't allow himself to give in to this; He didn't know why it was so angry, but he needed to keep control!

A long time passed and Sheng Feilong came close to his limit. His mental strength was slowly giving in and it was hard for him to keep standing. Suddenly, strange runes started lighting up on the throne behind the Netherworld Putrefaction Demon. These runes became brighter and brighter and pitch black chains suddenly shot out from the throne.

The chains pierced into the Netherworld Putrefaction Demon's arms and legs, pulling it back to sit in the throne with its whole body bound to the throne. It continued thrashing around while still letting out these ungodly roars, but being bound to the throne clearly weakened it and Sheng Feilong was able to calm down.

He continued staring at the Netherworld Putrefaction Demon with dread and confusion in his head, slowly circulating the formula for the Spirit heart Doctrines that Song Weihan had giving him years earlier after he first fought against Jian Wang and nearly killed the latter. Using this technique, his mind grew more calm and he slowly managed to keep all this hatred in check.

After another long while, everything finally returned to normal. The Netherworld Putrefaction Demon stopped roaring, the chains drew back into the throne and everything became silent once more. Sheng Feilong took a deep breath while looking at the now irresponsive demon in front of him. "Just what in the world happened..."