Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Too Frightening!

The Black Disgust Demon King felt his right shoulder being pressed. Instinctively, he wanted to leap away, but his demonic power instantly solidified, making it impossible to move.

His expression changed drastically, and a sense of panic instinctively arose in his heart.

The Red-Scaled Little Snake and Di Xie widened their eyes. They saw a shadowy figure appear behind the Black Disgust Demon King, a mysterious figure shrouded in dark purple demonic aura.

Sword Venerable Fudao!

Di Xie immediately guessed the true identity of the shadowy figure, his entire body stiffening with fear.

He dared not move, but the Black Disgust Demon King could not move.

Gu An stood behind the Black Disgust Demon King. He initially wanted to hear some information from the demon, but then thought better of it. There was no need to listen; a soul search would suffice.

Confirming that the Black Disgust Demon King had animosity towards humans was enough!

The Black Disgust Demon King tried his hardest but could not mobilize his demonic power or perform primordial spirit emergence. With his peripheral vision, he vaguely saw a figure, and his fear reached its peak.

Having lived for over ten thousand years, he had never been so terrified.

Even when he lost to the Demon Emperor in the past, he had not been this scared.

This was a fear of the unknown!

The opponent suppressed him with one hand, shattering his understanding.

He struggled to open his mouth to speak, but suddenly a terrifying divine sense invaded his mind, causing his eyes to instantly lose their luster.

The Red-Scaled Little Snake quickly jumped down from the branch, crawling on the ground and trembling, saying: "I mean no harm... Senior, please do not kill me..."

Di Xie remained silent, knowing that Sword Venerable Fudao would not kill him, but the sudden appearance still scared him.

This reminded him of the scene when the Demon Master was killed.

What kind of cultivation level did Sword Venerable Fudao have?

Even though the Black Disgust Demon King was not one of the seventy-two great demon kings, his cultivation was not much weaker than the Demon Master's. His domain was an area that Di Xie's father, the Emperor's father, could not conquer.

Seeing that Sword Venerable Fudao did not respond, Di Xie and the Red-Scaled Little Snake could only wait.

They dared not run.

With the Black Disgust Demon King subdued, where could they run?

As for attacking Sword Venerable Fudao, that would be seeking death!

"So this is Sword Venerable Fudao... The rumors are true..." the Red-Scaled Little Snake thought in fear.

It had heard that the Demon Master was killed by Sword Venerable Fudao with one axe. Although it seemed absurd and exaggerated, the fact that Sword Venerable Fudao could kill the Demon Master was enough to instill fear.

When the Demon Emperor assigned it this task, it was nearly in despair.

Along the way, it had managed to adjust its mindset. That night, it almost collapsed again.

Too frightening!

No, too terrifying for demons!

This was scarier than meeting the Demon Ancestor!

After all, the Demon Ancestor would not appear suddenly...

The two demons waited for two ancient hours, with each second feeling like an eternity.

At this moment.

Gu An's right hand ignited with cyan flames, quickly enveloping the Black Disgust Demon King.

Under the watchful eyes of both demons, the Black Disgust Demon King was reduced to ashes in an instant, without even leaving behind his soul.

[You have successfully taken 7090 years of life span from the Black Disgust Demon King (Nirvana Realm third layer).]

Not bad!

It was worth coming out!

From the Black Disgust Demon King's memories, he was a renowned genius among the demon clan; he once overshadowed the Demon Emperor. Unfortunately, the Demon Emperor later had a great opportunity and surpassed him.

If he had not come to the Supreme Sect, he could have lived for another seventy thousand years.

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Why cause trouble?

Gu An thought silently, his gaze turning to the Red-Scaled Little Snake.

The Black Disgust Demon King's demon core was now in Gu An's hand; he deposited it into his storage bag for future needs.

Unfortunately, the Black Disgust Demon King did not carry a storage bag or storage ring. This guy was too arrogant, having not used a magic artifact for many years.

The Red-Scaled Little Snake hurriedly said: "Senior, are you Sword Venerable Fudao?"

Although it had already guessed, it still had to ask because it concerned the task assigned by the Demon Emperor.

"Hmm." Gu An responded with a sound.

The Red-Scaled Little Snake breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "His Majesty the Demon Emperor asked me to come, hoping to join forces with you to resist the entity behind the Demon Master and the Demon Ancestor. After the Great Demon Calamity ends, the Demon Clan wishes to coexist peacefully with the Human Race. After all, this continent is vast, and there is no need for one race to be exterminated."

"Who is behind the Demon Master?" Gu An asked.

From the Black Disgust Demon King's memories, there was no mention of the Demon Master's benefactor or interaction with cultivators from the Seven Stars Spirit Realm. However, he was a confidant of the Demon Master, a chess piece cultivated by the Demon Master, deliberately kept out of the seventy-two great demon kings to counter the expanding power of the Demon Emperor.

The Red-Scaled Little Snake replied: "His Majesty said that entity calls itself the Heavenly Destiny Ancestor, whether human or demon is unclear. Its cultivation level is tremendously powerful, capable of easily sealing His Majesty's demonic power. The Heavenly Destiny Ancestor is likely a legendary Loose Immortal, two grand realms higher than the Mahayana Realm!"

Loose Immortal!

It was the first time Di Xie had heard of this realm; he stood on the side, very restrained.

Gu An asked: "Specifics on how to cooperate?"

He needed to see sincerity.

The Red-Scaled Little Snake said: "His Majesty is in the Demon Land, inconvenient for initiating war, but he will send demons to support the human race. These demons are secretly cultivated by him, and at the time, they can fight as demon companions of the Supreme Sect, led by Di Xie himself. His Majesty can externally declare Di Xie a traitor!"

"How many demons, what realms?"

"Three Mahayana, ten Mystic Heart, and a thousand demon troops, with the lowest cultivation level at Void Crossing."

This statement left Di Xie astonished, looking at the Red-Scaled Little Snake. He did not realize how many great demons his father secretly cultivated.

It seemed his father had long planned!

Di Xie's face showed a smile; it was the first time he acknowledged his father.

Gu An also felt the Demon Emperor's sincerity; this force indeed could assist the human race.

Seeing that Sword Venerable Fudao remained silent, the Red-Scaled Little Snake added, "Since ancient times, demons exterminated humans, humans exterminated demons, over and over. Only the Holy Lands endured. His Majesty finds it odd and wishes to change this situation. To use a line from your Supreme Immortal Venerable's book, 'How can wrongs be righted if both seek revenge endlessly?'"

Gu An turned and left a sentence: "Let him take you to meet the elders of the Supreme Sect."

He walked into the darkness, as if he had never appeared.

"Thank you, Sword Venerable, for your kindness. In the future, when the continent is peaceful, the demon clan will remember your grace!"

The Red-Scaled Little Snake shouted excitedly, feeling thrilled.

Di Xie bowed to Gu An, his courtesy proper.

For a long time, the Red-Scaled Little Snake sighed in relief, saying: "Sword Venerable is really scary, that was the Black Disgust Demon King, and he died so easily, without even a chance to resist."

Di Xie's eyes showed determination, saying: "Just as you said, 'How can wrongs be righted if both seek revenge endlessly?' In the end, the heavens are watching, perhaps Sword Venerable Fudao is the savior who will change the continent's suffering."

The Red-Scaled Little Snake nodded in agreement.

...

The autumn scenery covered the mountains and rivers. Gu An wandered in the Third Medicine Valley, inspecting each garden area, with An Xin accompanying him.

A month had passed since the night when the Black Disgust Demon King was killed.

The Supreme Sect remained calm, but Gu An noticed that on the edge of the Supreme Sect, a large number of disciples were building teleportation arrays, with Di Xie among them. It was evident that the Supreme Sect was willing to cooperate with the Demon Clan.

At this critical moment, the human race was constantly retreating, and the situation grew increasingly dire. The Supreme Sect planned to take a risk, counting on Sword Venerable Fudao.

After a while.

Gu An stopped, giving An Xin a few instructions, and then left alone.

Watching Gu An's back, An Xin blinked. She felt that her master's presence had become even more outstanding, giving her an indescribable feeling.

It was this presence that made her increasingly cling to Gu An. Seeing him appear, she wanted to be close, even if they did not speak, she did not feel bored.

Gu An used sword control to fly swiftly to the transmission array platform and headed to Mystic Valley.

After arriving in Mystic Valley, he left quietly, not going to Tianya Valley but to another territory of the Taicang Dynasty.

In a forest, trees were toppled, blood and flesh everywhere, all demon corpses, a ghastly sight.

Zhang Buku, covered in blood, leaned against a mountain wall, panting heavily, his long hair matted with blood forming strands. His chest was covered with gruesome wounds, his eyes full of exhaustion.

He had fought another fierce battle.

Since the Great Demon Calamity erupted, he often encountered demons wanting to eat him, even those evil spirits would attack him.

Practically every three or four days, he had to fight.

Constantly wounded, constantly healing, narrowly escaping death, he was too tired.

Many times he wanted to give up, but whenever he thought of Martial Uncle Gu's encouragement, he found strength, gritting his teeth to persevere.

"I wonder if Martial Uncle Gu is doing well. Now that there are more powerful demons rampant in the world, I hope he does not encounter danger..."

Zhang Buku looked at his bloody hands, thinking silently.

He had no family left in the world, not even friends. He could only think of Martial Uncle Gu to divert his attention and lessen his pain.

He did not notice that above him, a figure was watching him.

It was Gu An.

Gu An had hidden his presence, making it impossible for Zhang Buku to detect him with his level of Dao.

Seeing Zhang Buku's injuries, Gu An could not help but feel compassionate.

Since their last parting, Gu An occasionally used his divine sense to observe Zhang Buku.

According to Gu An's observation, Zhang Buku was kinder than most people in the world. He never bullied anyone or any demon. When encountering the weak, he would step forward, but few people or demons would accept him. Even if saved by him, they would part ways after a few days.

Zhang Buku had always been seeking companions to alleviate his loneliness. No matter how many times he was injured, he never harbored resentment. The most despondent time for him was when he met Gu An previously and wanted to commit suicide.

With such a temperament and such experiences, Gu An ultimately could not bear it and decided to help him.

He performed the Divine Power of Heaven and Earth Nine Transformations, transforming into a sparrow, descending in front of Zhang Buku.

He chirped a few times, catching Zhang Buku's attention.

Zhang Buku looked at it, a strained smile appearing on his face, saying: "Little sparrow... are you concerned about me?"

Gu An hopped forward and then turned back, chirping again.

Zhang Buku did not respond, so Gu An hopped forward again and turned back once more.

This time, Zhang Buku understood. He endured his pain and asked: "Do you want me to follow you?"

The sparrow chirped again. Zhang Buku, seeing this, forced himself to stand up and limped after the sparrow.

He left a long trail of blood, and as the sun shone on him, the blood began to glisten.