Chapter 794: Can You Satisfy Me?

“Ah, ah, ah, ah…” Lan screamed in pain, but he was still as stubborn as a madman. “Great, great. if you have the guts, kill me, just kill me!”

His eyes staring fixedly at Ding Hao were full of resentment.

Ding Hao still did not speak. He trampled on Lan’s body bit by bit. His eyes were as cold as ice that had been frozen for ten thousand years. There was no fluctuating emotion in them. He continued to crush Lan’s body under his foot measuredly, bit by bit. He was very patient as if he had not heard his provocation.

The life force of an expert at the Demon Emperor Realm was extremely vigorous. Even if he was cut into pieces little by little, he would still not die immediately. Hence, although most of his body had been crushed by Ding Hao, Lan still did not die. He could very clearly feel the excruciating pain on his mangled body.

A Demon Emperor expert might be able to endure such pain, but the horror of seeing one’s body get slowly mangled was not one that most people could endure.

Lan, who was madly provoking him, finally showed a flicker of terror in his eyes.

Ding Hao’s cold composure made him feel inexplicable terror.

Lan himself was a cruel pervert. He had done countless bloody and brutal acts. Even Demons in the Demon Clan would tremble when they heard his name. He would do anything when he went crazy, but this madness seemed quite useless before Ding Hao. Behind Ding Hao’s icy expression, Lan could sense more madness and stubbornness than he himself had.

“You… really dare to kill me?” Lan asked, gnashing his teeth.

Ding Hao gave his answer by raising his foot and crushing Lan’s first rib.

“I’m the young master of the Heavenly Demon Temple, one of the Heavenly Supreme Demon’s favorite sons…” Lan’s complexion changed.

Crack!

Ding Hao had broken another of his ribs.

“The Heavenly Demon Temple is in the Northern Region and as powerful as the Demon God Palace. The Heavenly Supreme Demon is a god-level existence, just like the God of War of Mysterious Frost from the Northern Region of the Human Clan. His single thought alone can doom you and the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to an eternity of suffering…” Lan glared at Ding Hao viciously.

“Oh.”

Ding Hao finally glanced at him. Just when Lan thought that his words had had the intended effect and was breathing a secret sigh of relief… Crack! Another sudden kick from Ding Hao broke two more of Lan’s ribs.

“Ah… you… you madman… You can’t kill me. Do you know what will happen if you do?” Fear overwhelmed him like a raging tide. He could no longer be as crazy and arrogant as before.

Ding Hao stopped, his eyes deep and frosty. The corners of his mouth were lifted into a mocking arc. He asked, “Are you begging me for mercy?”

Lan looked fierce and grotesque. The intense humiliation had thoroughly shamed him. He gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t do anything that you will regret. I can leave this mountain range. Henceforth, I will never invade the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect again.”

“So you’re really begging for mercy.” Ding Hao nodded and mocked. “Why don’t you continue to act tough? Weren’t you totally fearless just now?”

Lan was so angry that he almost fainted. He was almost unable to feel the pain in his body due to the severe humiliation. He, who was always so high and mighty, had always done what he wanted. He could lay his hands on anything and no one would dare say no to him. Lan never imagined he would see such a day. He was now just like those people he used to torture and toy with, begging for mercy like a dog.

“Since you’re begging for mercy, you should speak like you truly understand what it means and kneel down on your knees.” Ding Hao lifted his foot and crushed another two of Lan’s ribs. An invisible power shattered his blood and bones.

Lan felt himself about to break down. He had never met such an opponent. He said in a humiliated tone, “Let me go. I can satisfy whatever condition you want.”

In face of real death, Lan’s former madness, once so heedless of the consequences, had become so fragile. He realized that he was indeed very afraid of death.

For the first time, Lan felt the horror of death.

It was also the last.

Because the next moment, Ding Hao shook his head coldly and said, “Well, I want you dead. Can you satisfy me that?”

As soon as he finished speaking…

As Lan looked on, horrified, Ding Hao made his final move, lifting his foot and directly crushing his head. A powerful force raged violently, instantly crushing the body of the young master of the Heavenly Demon Temple into fine powder. A wisp of crimson crystalline blood trickled to the ground and slithered away like a snake.

The surrounding Demon experts were stunned at this moment.

They trembled, their faces looking desperate.

According to the strict rules of the Heavenly Demon Palace, if they watched Lan die before them and had failed to save him, all of them present would be executed.

On the other side, Wang Juefeng, Zhang Fan, and others were also shocked by Ding Hao’s decisive move.

They had already released the news, and soon, the other experts of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect would come, like their sect leader Li Lan, the Jade-faced Asura, and Ximen Qianxue from the Magical Herb Pharmacy.

Ding Hao turned his head and looked at the Demon experts who were petrified. He bellowed. “If you don’t want to die, scram!”

Someone from the Demon Clan screamed in despair, turned around, and fled.

His action made the other stunned Demon experts recover their senses. With a shout, they all turned around and fled like a routed army. They wanted to run away as fast as they could. Lan was dead. Even if they returned to the Heavenly Demon Temple, they would have to die. It was better to grab this opportunity to run. Maybe the Heavenly Demon Temple would not be able to find them.

In the blink of an eye, the remaining five to six hundred Demon Clan experts all disappeared.

Ding Hao was about to put away the Devil Saber when he suddenly caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. He looked down and saw a wisp of red liquid slithering rapidly on the ground as if it were alive.

“Hmm… is this… the True Blood of the Heavenly Demon?” Ding Hao was stunned for a moment and instantly understood that the wisp of red liquid was the True Blood of the Heavenly Demon swallowed by Lan. Although Lan’s body had been completely annihilated, this drop of True Blood of the Heavenly Demon had been preserved and not destroyed.

Ding Hao had an idea. He released a little power, trying to absorb this wisp of the True Blood of the Heavenly Demon.

Who would have thought that the red liquid would struggle violently and try madly to escape?

Ding Hao was about to go after it, when the Devil Saber in his hand buzzed and vibrated. It flew out of his hand on its own and turned into a stream of light. When it returned, the blade was stained with a drop of bright crimson blood. It was the True Blood of the Heavenly Demon.

It was the blood of a former god-level existence.

The Heavenly Demon Temple was one of the top three forces among the Demon Clan of the Northern Region. It was not much weaker than the Demon God Palace, the foremost sacred ground of the Demon Clan in the Northern Region. It had a peerless and glorious history, once producing a Demon God who had terrified an entire era and left behind numerous territories as his legacy. It had a solid foundation. The blood of a Demon God was enough to make countless experts at the Demon Saint Realm go crazy.

Since the body of a God master was integrated with the heavens and the earth, it represented the laws and the rules. It would have the mark of the heavens and the earth. Hence, its blood contained not only great power but also the Awareness of the Tao. It also contained the supreme laws and the profound mysteries that could lead one into being a God. If a Martial Sage expert were to come across a drop of divine blood, he might be able to understand its divine mysteries and break into the God Realm in one step.

Using the True Blood of the Heavenly Demon to enhance one’s combat capability like Lan was the lowest of its uses.

“Is this drop of blood left behind by that Demon God of the Heavenly Demon Temple?”

Ding Hao gripped the Devil Saber in his hand and observed it carefully.

The blood was crystalline, like a rolling piece of tender jade, ruddy and flawless. Its aura was restrained. There was a faint mysterious Qi flow in it that was not strong. It seemed trapped by the power of the Devil Saber, rolling back and forth along the cracks on the blade, but could not escape it.

“It can’t be. If it’s really the blood of a Demon God, it’s definitely a peerless treasure. Although the Heavenly Demon Temple has a deep foundation, it can’t have so many treasures. They will absolutely not give such a treasure to a junior like Lan. Moreover, a drop of the Demon God’s blood can also kill a Sage. It contains such terrible divine power. I’m afraid that the power of the Devil Saber can’t imprison it!”

Ding Hao was a little doubtful.

For a moment, Ding Hao couldn’t figure out the reason, so he simply let the drop of blood roll back and forth on his Devil Saber.

Putting away the Devil Saber, Ding Hao turned around with a sunny smile on his handsome face. He gazed at the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect disciples in the distance.

At the distant mountain gate, a few streams of light suddenly scintillated, instantly reaching the Sword-cleansing Pond. They turned into several graceful figures.

Ding Hao focused his eyes and looked.

Li Lan, Li Yiruo, Ximen Qianxue…

These three peerless beauties, who had the most intimate relationships with him in the sect, appeared before his eyes.

Li Lan was back in women’s clothes. The white palace robe she had on was swaying in the breeze. Her lovely black hair was combed high in a bun, her fair and smooth forehead signifying wisdom. There was a tiny cinnabar dot between her eyebrows, bright red like fire, which complemented her skin, making it as fair and delicate as suet jade. The long sword hanging on her waist gave her a noble and majestic aura. Her emblematic arched eyebrows were extended, and her pellucid eyes had a valiant spirit that ordinary women did not have. What a heroic and peerlessly graceful female leader!

Beside Li Lan, Li Yiruo was wearing a long red dress, the lower half of which swayed in the wind like a ball of fire.

This former nominal disciple, the most beautiful girl of the five academies, had become even more radiantly beautiful after three years, matured by time. By her side, everything else seemed drained of color. Her delicate and flawless face, long black flowing hair, and oval face were full of mad ecstasy. She gazed dumbly at Ding Hao with adoring eyes. Her feelings as tender as water were enough to melt stone and iron.

Ximen Qianxue was on the other side of the female leader, Li Lan. With her flaxen hair and its slight natural curls, she looked at Ding Hao quietly with a smile.

Of the three girls, Ximen Qianxue had the most delicate aura. She always seemed like a serene girl aloof from worldly affairs, standing quietly in the crowd with a faint smile on her lips. Her tender and beautiful features looked uniquely beautiful, set against this backdrop of a snowstorm. She gave one an impulse to want to hold her in the arms, pitying and attending to her frailty.

“Sect Leader!”

Ding Hao cupped his hands and paid his respects to Li Lan.

Li Lan glared at Ding Hao with a meaningful look that no one else could surely notice. There was a hint of bitterness in her eyes. Then, she nodded slightly, acting like she was going by the book. She said, “The moment Elder Ding appeared, he made a great contribution to our sect. What a happy event for our Swordsmanship-seeking Sect!”