Chapter 96: May You Never Rest In Peace

Chapter 96: May You Never Rest In Peace

"Impossible."

Asmodeus had already been struggling against Bi Xiao. Suddenly, Bi Xiao said something inexplicable, and his power inexplicably increased dozens of times, completely overwhelming Asmodeus. The great sword shattered with the surge of power, scattering fragments everywhere, causing Asmodeus to stagger backward due to the immense force.

His only head was full of disbelief.

How could this be possible?

In this level of war, after half a month, not only had the power not weakened, but it had suddenly increased dozens of times.

What was this?

Asmodeus had neither seen nor heard of anything like this.

No matter how unbelievable, the fact was that Bi Xiao, in MAX mode, had increased his power by dozens of times. The surging magic power infused his body, making his skin appear golden. The overwhelming compressed magic power continuously released from the dimensional world in his brow, and such vast power could no longer be suppressed.

Moreover, he didn’t intend to suppress it. He wanted to completely release this power through Asmodeus to obtain the most effective data.

Boom!!

A golden ripple flashed, and Bi Xiao’s figure had already disappeared. His speed was so fast that not even Asmodeus, or the other demon lords who had been watching, could detect him.

The world that had been occupied by a black-purple energy surge was now overpowered by a torrential golden energy that directly swallowed the other energy.

Under the golden-rendered sky, Bi Xiao tore through the air and appeared before Asmodeus, who couldn’t react, and mercilessly severed Asmodeus’ only remaining head with the Sword of Promised Victory.

Asmodeus’ head still bore expressions of shock and fear. It shouldn’t have been like this.

Bi Xiao was relentless, the Sword of Promised Victory in his hand constantly swinging, the golden sword light dancing in the air like a graceful dancer performing a tango, like a lively elf. But beneath the beauty lay brutal death.

In one second, Bi Xiao had sliced Asmodeus’ demonic body into over a thousand pieces. Moreover, he aimed his left palm at these pieces.

Buzz!

A hint of greed flashed in his eyes as he glanced around. The once greedy eyes of the others had turned into fear, vigilance, and amazement. If he could, he wished he could wield the Sword of Promised Victory and kill them all.

But he couldn’t do that.

Bi Xiao’s intrusion into Hell to kill Asmodeus had already alarmed the demon lords. If he attacked another demon lord, these demon lords would unite to hunt him down, regardless of the reason.

Demon hunters did exist, but none had ever been born who hunted demon lords. If they appeared, they would only die.

Bi Xiao’s mind was clear and calm, so he didn’t explain much. Accompanied by the golden magic teleportation array expanding under his feet and the golden starlight ripples covering him, his figure disappeared from Hell.

Hell seemed to suddenly become quiet.

But those small and large forces, demons, and undead in Hell knew that the quietness was because the demon lords were secretly clashing, dividing the territory and resources left by Asmodeus.

Meanwhile, in a certain kingdom within Hell, in a delicate and beautiful ancient castle.

On a bed, a seductive figure lay on her side, a garland of roses and poppies around her alabaster neck, her long black hair cascading, and her bare feet capable of attracting any man's gaze.

Her beauty was stunning.

One of her delicate white hands supported her head, her eyes shining with a peculiar light.

"I didn’t expect you to be killed by a human, my husband, Asmodeus."

"We once swore an oath, but you broke it. I cursed you to die, but I knew the curse couldn’t kill you, but a human did. A human..."

"May you never rest in peace, my love."

She slowly stood up from the bed. Behind her was a withered, decayed man with a satisfied expression. Lilith, dressed in sheer gauze, walked barefoot to the window, gazing into the bloody distance.

"A human with holy power, a noble soul, a fervor for battle... Interesting"

"What kind of taste will you have?”