"How do you feel?" Staring intently at Zhao Cheng, Zhou Fan's eyes flashed with an eerie light.

His face twitched incessantly, as if possessed. Zhao Cheng shook his head vigorously, muttering to himself in a seemingly manic state, "No... impossible! My master has already died. At that time, the self-destruction scattered even the soul, making it impossible to reappear in this world!"

"Yes, with the soul scattered, how could Zhou Yifan come back?"

Exhaling deeply, Zhou Fan's face revealed a melancholic expression, "However, although he vanished entirely, his consciousness remained. Someone, a young man who had recently died, coincidentally inherited everything from Zhou Yifan. No, it should be said that he inherited all his will. In the end, Zhou Yifan is Zhou Yifan, and Zhou Fan is Zhou Fan!"

His eyelids continued to tremble lightly as Zhao Cheng stared at him in confusion, "What does this mean? Are you Zhou Fan or Zhou Yifan?"

"Both Zhou Fan and Zhou Yifan; the former Zhou Yifan, and now Zhou Fan!"

With a mocking laugh, Zhou Fan leisurely continued, "Ignorant child, haven't you always wanted to grasp the essence of the Nine Hades Secret Record? This is one of its moves, the Regretful Rebirth Technique. In the end, what makes a person human is not the body or the soul but just the consciousness. Where your consciousness is, there you are!"

His body couldn't help but shake violently. Zhao Cheng hastily stepped back, crashing into the stone wall behind him with a thud, completely stunned.

"You... you are my master..."

Without confirming or denying, Zhou Fan had a faint smile on his lips.

"Master, spare me. I didn't mean it back then; they forced me. Please don't blame me!"

With a thump, Zhao Cheng instantly knelt down, repeatedly knocking his head several times, his face pale and crying, "If you want to settle scores, go find them. Please spare me, Master. Spare me..."

Thud, thud, thud!

A series of crisp sounds echoed, and Zhao Cheng's entire forehead appeared swollen. Zhou Fan just watched, remaining silent, with a faint smile on his lips. It was neither sad nor happy, but looking at it gave an inexplicable eerie feeling.

After Zhao Cheng knocked his head a hundred times, Zhou Fan sighed deeply and chuckled, "Foolish child, when did I say I wanted to settle scores with you?"

"Uh, Master, you... you spared me?" Overjoyed, Zhao Cheng immediately showed a hopeful expression.

Grinning, Zhou Fan revealed a gentle expression, "After all, we've had a master-disciple relationship. I know you were misled by them. I've experienced similar things myself. How could I not understand your difficulties at the time?"

"Master understands, thank you, Master, thank you..." Kowtowing again, Zhao Cheng was grateful.

Without stopping him, Zhou Fan continued, "So, how is the Demon Amplification Technique that I passed on to you? Have you been practicing well?"

"Demon Amplification Technique?"

Frozen, Zhao Cheng's eyes showed a hint of confusion, "Wasn't it the Yin Ming Technique? Why has it changed..."

"The Demon Amplification Technique is the supreme technique in the Nine Hades Secret Record. As a practitioner of the demonic path, I naturally pass on demonic techniques. How could I pass on the technique of your fellow disciple, the Dark Emperor? It wouldn't sound right, would it?"

"Oh, I see. Master finally passed on the Nine Hades Secret Record to me. Thank you, Master, for your great kindness. I will never forget it!" Delighted, Zhao Cheng kowtowed again.

Regardless of whether it was the Dark Emperor or the Demon Emperor, as long as it was the technique of a master at the emperor level, it was undoubtedly a good thing, no matter whose it was.

Watching him deeply, Zhou Fan remained calm, "You haven't answered me. How do you feel about this technique?"

"The technique passed on by Master is naturally exquisite and unparalleled. After months of practice, my strength has greatly increased. I'll probably break through to the Saint realm in a few days. Haha..."

Laughing heartily, Zhao Cheng became a bit crazy again, dancing and celebrating. However, his complexion became increasingly gloomy, with black energy swirling around his forehead, devoid of any vitality.

Zhou Fan looked at all of this, nodding satisfactorily.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Just then, a rushing sound echoed, and familiar voices suddenly transmitted, "Zhao Cheng is coming this way; there's no mistake. Look at the spiritual pressure trace!"

"Not only that, but there's also this dense demonic energy; it must be left by him. He must be nearby!"

...

"It's them!"

Surprised, Zhao Cheng, who was still celebrating, turned pale, "How is this possible? I've been careful; why did they still find traces and track me here?"

"Fool!"

However, before he could figure it out, a stern rebuke sounded suddenly. Zhao Cheng was stunned, turning to see Zhou Fan. Immediately, he became respectful, like a child meeting a parent. He hastily stood still and said, "Master, what are your orders?"

"You just said you wanted to serve me, right? Now is the time. Go out and kill them, make amends for your previous mistakes."

Casting a casual glance at him, Zhou Fan calmly spoke, "After you've redeemed yourself, we'll conquer the world together!"

Excitement flashed in his eyes as Zhao Cheng couldn't help nodding, joyful, "Yes, Master, I obey!"

With that, he turned around and rushed out of the cave. Watching his gradually disappearing figure, Zhou Fan chuckled and shook his head.

"Farewell, foolish disciple!"

"Sword Emperor, you old folks actually managed to find this place. Since that's the case, just leave your lives here, hahaha..."

About a mile away from the cave entrance, Sword Emperor and the others were meticulously searching when a loud shout resounded. Zhao Cheng's arrogant figure instantly flashed over, and the dense black aura enveloping him caused the surrounding flowers, grass, and trees to wither instantly.

Zhao Cheng, the Demon Emperor!

Their pupils collectively contracted. The five of them exchanged glances and then shouted together, rushing towards Zhao Cheng. Their entire bodies surged with vital energy, exerting their lifelong efforts, "Zhao Cheng, hand over the things, or today next year will be your memorial day!"

"Want to take my technique? Save your lives first, hahaha..."

Completely ignoring the Five Emperors, Zhao Cheng had gone mad to the point of insanity. He waved his palms, and dark palm shadows swept towards the group like a fierce storm, "Demon Palms!"

Sword Breaking the Void!

Celestial Flowers Blossoming!

Ghostly Wail and Wolf Howl!

...

Similarly, the five Eighth Emperor experts also simultaneously unleashed their ultimate moves, concentrating their entire power and striking out.

In an instant, the collision of energies between heaven and earth created deafening explosions. Black holes appeared in the dark space, cracking into a spiderweb pattern that spread in all directions. The surrounding mountains shattered into nothingness, turning into a chaotic sandstorm that obscured the sky.

Splatter, splatter, splatter!

The powerful backlash shook the meridians of each expert, causing aching pain. Sword Emperor and the others trembled, unable to withstand it. They successively spewed out crimson blood, their faces turning pale, and their vitality weakened significantly. Zhao Cheng also spat out blood mixed with internal organs, but as if unaware, he continued his frenzied and excited laughter. He continued to fiercely wave his palms, seemingly unconcerned about his own severe injuries.

Boom, boom, boom!

Finally, the powerful Demon Palms toppled the five Eighth Emperors to the ground, their bodies burning as if on fire and completely devoid of strength to continue the fight. Zhao Cheng, on the other hand, landed in front of them with a triumphant and excited look.

"Hehehe... Once I kill these five, Master will forgive me, and I can return to the sect. With the Demon Emperor's technique, the world will be ours, Master and disciple together, hehehe..."

Gurgling...

Bubbles of blood emerged from Zhao Cheng's mouth, flowing down and staining his entire body. Unaware of it, he continued stepping forward with his already worn-out pace, moving step by step toward Sword Emperor and the others. His eyes were filled with naked ferocity.

"This guy has completely gone mad!"

They exchanged glances, their expressions turning solemn. Empress Yan couldn't help but feel anxious, "He's severely injured now, yet he still wants to fight us. He's truly not afraid of death!"

"That's what makes him terrifying. When you fight with a madman, you have no idea what he might do!" Shaking his face vigorously, Sword Emperor supported his arm urgently, his body curling up. He looked at Zhao Cheng with a gaze that was both fearful and stifled.

What's wrong with this guy? He should be cautious now that he possesses the technique. Why is he so recklessly using this suicidal method? Is he already insane?

Damn it, dying at the hands of someone who went mad during cultivation is truly unacceptable!

They exchanged glances again, looking at Zhao Cheng who was approaching them step by step like a devil. Their faces displayed both fear and frustration.

However, Zhao Cheng had already madly moved in front of them, revealing a grin with blood-drenched teeth. He struck out with a palm, "You old guys, all die for me, hahaha..."

Squeak!

However, under the fierce gazes of the five, Zhao Cheng's surging palm suddenly stopped in mid-air and couldn't move downward anymore.

Then, something unimaginable happened. A thick black mist began to emanate from his entire body, twisting and turning, completely enveloping him. Simultaneously, under the piercing and eerie howls, his body began to be swallowed by these black mists. The agonizing pain, coupled with heart-rending screams, echoed through the sky, breaking through the firmament.

Ah...

With a twitch, Zhao Cheng fell to the ground, tumbling and writhing incessantly in pain. Those five Eighth Emperors looked at everything in shock, inexplicable.

What... happened to him?

At this moment, Zhao Cheng's next words once again astonished everyone, and a chilly wind swept through their spines, "Master, Master... what's happening? Hurry, come save me, Master..."