Chapter 124: Kill Him Now

"Who goes there?"

Dongfang Ming felt a jolt of alarm and whipped his head around.

Standing there was a figure in a black robe—one of the Black Demon Cult disciples who had fled earlier.

"So, it’s just a whelp from the Black Demon Cult!"

The murderous intent in Dongfang Ming’s eyes intensified. He was a man who would kill his own kind without hesitation; the members of the Black Demon Cult were of no consequence to him. Though he was heavily poisoned and severely wounded, he was a powerhouse at the eighth level of the Marquis Realm. Even in his weakened state, he retained the strength of the third or fourth level of the Marquis Realm. Night Owl was merely at the Celestial Realm and was already gravely injured, so he could be safely ignored. As for this black-robed figure, while his cultivation was unreadable, he could be no more than a Marquis.

"Where is Ling Qianxue?" Dongfang Ming narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at Night Owl.

He remembered that Ling Qianxue had gone to hunt this person down. If Night Owl had returned alive, it likely meant Ling Qianxue had met a grim fate. Ling Qianxue was a subordinate of the Crown Prince; if she were dead, the Crown Prince would surely be enraged. Dongfang Ming’s bloodlust surged. He knew that he had to kill both individuals before him to have an explanation for the Crown Prince.

"She has already gone to hell to wait for you," Jun Wushuang said coldly, his eyes burning with malice beneath the black hood.

Though he did not harbor the same deep-seated hatred for the Dongfang family as he did for the Nangong family, their conflict was destined to end in blood. As a gold-medal instructor at the Royal Martial Arts Academy, Dongfang Ming had targeted him repeatedly, and Jun Wushuang had no intention of letting him off. Today was the perfect opportunity for vengeance.

"Arrogant fool! Who do you think you are, daring to bark at me?"

Dongfang Ming gripped his Dao sword and slashed directly at Jun Wushuang. To him, all members of the Black Demon Cult were enemies, and enemies deserved to be slaughtered.

"Earth-rank low-grade martial technique: Phantom Death-Strike!"

Dongfang Ming did not hold back; his first move was a lethal blow. Surging spiritual energy poured into his Dao sword like a tidal wave. The blade in his hand was a low-grade Dao sword, prepared specifically for this tomb exploration. The Dongfang family was well-versed in illusions, and this strike was not merely swordsmanship—it fused illusionary arts, making it impossible to guard against.

Night Owl felt a sense of dread. As Dongfang Ming’s blade descended, it seemed to multiply into thousands of sharp swords, forming an inescapable rain of steel that blocked every path of retreat. He felt like a fish on a chopping block, utterly powerless to resist. This strike was terrifyingly strong.

"Asura Blade Slash!"

Just then, Night Owl caught sight of a blood-red blade aura. This crimson light seemed capable of splitting the heavens and shattering the earth. Carrying the horrific killing intent of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, it lunged directly toward the thousands of sword shadows.

A moment later, the sword shadows vanished, and Night Owl’s vision returned to normal. However, Dongfang Ming’s hand, which held the sword, was now dripping with blood, and he had sustained a significant injury.

"The Asura Demon Blade... You are Jun Wushuang!"

Ignoring his own wounds, Dongfang Ming stared intently at Jun Wushuang, identifying him by his weapon. He was deeply shocked. He had been searching for Jun Wushuang the entire time, but when he failed to appear, he had assumed the boy was too terrified to show up. He had even felt disappointed, thinking his plans had gone to waste.

He never expected that not only would Jun Wushuang appear, but he had also joined the Black Demon Cult!

"Hahaha! Heaven has eyes, letting me cross paths with you here! Who would have thought you were a spy for the Black Demon Cult? Now, even if I kill you, that cur Mo Xingyun will have nothing to say. Talk about seeking something for so long only to find it without any effort!"

Dongfang Ming was overjoyed rather than afraid. He didn't need to know why Jun Wushuang had infiltrated the Black Demon Cult; as long as he could confirm Jun Wushuang was a traitor, he held the moral high ground. This was a gift on a silver platter. He didn't believe he could lose; after all, he was a Marquis-level powerhouse, while in his mind, Jun Wushuang was only at the ninth level of the Spirit Sea Realm. Even if he had broken through to the Celestial Realm, the gap between them remained immense.

"Jun Wushuang, you dared to kill the heir of my clan! Today, I shall settle all old and new debts. I will kill you with my own hands and tear you to pieces!"

Dongfang Ming lunged forward, charging at Jun Wushuang.

"Manifestation of Heaven and Earth!"

A three-hundred-meter-tall manifestation rose up, surging with spiritual power and flickering with phantoms. It looked like a god descending to purge a blasphemer.

"Hell Furnace!"

The best way to counter a Manifestation was with the Hellfire from the Hell Furnace. As he unleashed the furnace, black Hellfire erupted, transforming into a storm of flame that instantly suppressed Dongfang Ming’s manifestation.

"Purple Extreme Demon Light! Innate Divine Ability: God-Slaying Wild Thunder!"

Dongfang Ming’s mental strength was extraordinary, far beyond that of an average martial artist. But at this moment, the mental demonic patterns in Jun Wushuang’s sea of consciousness exploded, channeling a tidal wave of mental power to drive his Purple Extreme Demon Eyes and his innate divine ability.

Boom!

The two immense forces of mental energy collided, sending out invisible ripples that distorted the surroundings.

"Third level of the Celestial Realm? You’ve grown so fast, and your mental strength is no weaker than mine... you are a true monster! But the more monstrous you are, the less I can let you live!"

Jun Wushuang’s power exceeded Dongfang Ming’s expectations, causing him to tremble with a surge of renewed, desperate bloodlust. If this boy didn't die, he would!

"Too much talk!"

Jun Wushuang snorted, losing patience, and struck again.

"Innate Divine Ability: Heaven’s Thunder and Earth’s Fire!"

The blast of thunder and fire tore Dongfang Ming’s skin and flesh.

"Ox-Demon Power Fist!"

He threw a punch that felt like an ancient Ox-Demon crushing mountains and rivers. With two million jin of terrifying force, it shattered the bones in Dongfang Ming’s arm, rendering it useless.

"Ahhh! I will kill you!"

The agonizing pain made Dongfang Ming’s face contort into a mask of fury. He gripped his Dao sword and attacked with everything he had, swearing to finish Jun Wushuang. But poisoned and exhausted from the previous battle, he was no match for Jun Wushuang.

"Asura Killing Prison!"

Jun Wushuang closed the distance, pouring demonic energy into his blade and lighting the first demonic pattern. He swung his sword, and three hundred streams of blood-red killing intent erupted, forming a hundred-meter-wide Asura Killing Prison.

Where the Asura reigns, the earth becomes hell. Within the prison, all life was snuffed out, and everything was slaughtered. Dongfang Ming tried to defend himself with his Dao sword, but he was overwhelmed, left covered in wounds and gasping his final breaths.

"This strike will send you to your grave!"

A sharp glint flashed in Jun Wushuang’s eyes. He channeled all his demonic energy and tapped into the surrounding spiritual essence, determined to execute Dongfang Ming in one blow. His strength was enough to bridge the gap of a major realm, and in his current state, Dongfang Ming had no defense left.

Whoosh!

At that very moment, several figures flew from the distance and landed in front of the stone palace. Dongfang Ming’s eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Tianlang! Kill him! It’s Jun Wushuang!"

The newcomers were none other than the Dongfang family. Leading them was Dongfang Tianlang.