"Roar..."
After killing this person, there was no one left on this street. People in the distance on the street looked over in shock at the roaring demon.
"Oh my god, what, what is that monster?"
"It's a demon, it's a demon!"
"How can there be a demon in the capital?"
The crowd in the distance was in an uproar.
The demon roared to the sky, exuding endless killing intent and ferocity.
On the street, bodies were scattered everywhere, many of them incomplete and just pieces, blood staining the streets, the wind blowing and carrying the scent of blood.
"Young master..." Zhao Mu crawled towards the large house where Xiang Chen was before, not knowing it was Xiang Chen.
The demon killed Wang Qing, then pounced on Zhao Mu, pinning him to the ground and roaring in anger, its large mouth about to bite and kill Zhao Mu.
"Young master!"
With a despairing roar, Zhao Mu, with the demon's large mouth just over a foot away, suddenly stopped, hesitating and showing a struggle in its cruel eyes.
Meanwhile, Zhao Mu, pale with fear, dared not move, looking at the demon with its fangs bared, unable to move.
The demon then swatted him away with a claw, sending him flying tens of meters, and Zhao Mu spat out blood, narrowly escaping death.
The demon charged towards the fleeing crowd in the distance, who ran in fear.
As the crowd scattered, the hundreds of meters long street was left with only the roaring demon.
With no one left to kill, the demon went back to the house where it had just been, entering the room filled with corpses.
There, a woman in a red dress lay on the ground, lifeless, like a blood-red rose wilting on the ground.
In the cruel eyes of the demon, there was a hint of pain, as it came to the girl and embraced her, weeping as she lay lifeless, a scene of indescribable tragedy.
Even though I have become a demon, and lost my reason, I still recognize you and will not harm you.
With the girl in its arms, the demon leaned against the wall, then fainted.
At this moment, a black ancient cauldron, covered in cracks, flew out of the demon's body, enveloping the girl in a golden light.
The girls body began to burn, turning into points of light that disappeared and gathered into the black ancient cauldron.
The cauldron then turned into a faint light, disappearing and quietly floating within the demon's body.
The demon's body, which had swelled, began to shrink, its silver fur retracting, its fierce and monstrous face turning into a human appearance, its sharp fangs also disappearing, and its claw-like hands revert to short and somewhat sharp nails.
"Young master..."
At this time, Zhao Mu, covered in blood, staggered over, not seeing the demon, only Xiang Chen lying in a pool of blood.
As he approached, his steps faltered, losing too much blood and falling to the ground, unconscious.
Zhao Mu had sustained eight stab wounds and six sword wounds, one of the swords piercing through his body.
At this time, there was the sound of horses neighing on the distant street, and a middle-aged man, accompanied by seven or eight people riding dragon steeds, came rushing over.
All the riders wore robes with a large character for "summer" on them, indicating they were from the same faction.
The dragon steed was a horse covered in scales, a common mount in large families, able to travel a thousand miles a day and had immense strength, a kind of domesticated beast.
Beside the middle-aged man was a graceful figure, dressed in white and with crystal-clear white hair, half of her face hidden behind a crystal mask, her other half fair and exquisite, with a pair of beautiful eyes that, upon closer inspection, were eerily strange, as the half behind the mask was completely white.
At this moment, there was a hint of urgency and concern in her eyes.
"What... is this..."
This group of people passing through the street were shocked by the bodies and the scene of carnage.
"Huff!"
The middle-aged man pulled the reins, and the dragon steed reared up and stopped.
"What's going on?"
The middle-aged man looked surprised at the bodies.
"Someone, go down and take a look."
"Yes, young master."
A person jumped off the dragon steed to check.
"Young master, these bodies are dressed like people from the Wang family," the middle-aged man frowned.
"How could so many people from the Wang family die here?"
The white-robed girl, with half her face hidden behind a crystal mask, frowned, her voice ethereal and melodious.
"Young master, the second miss, it's really people from the Wang family, and here's someone, it's Wang Ce, from the Wang family!"
A servant exclaimed.
"Wang Ce! If I remember correctly, he's a high-level expert from the Wang family, and he actually died here."
The middle-aged man was shocked, then leaped from the saddle, floating over twenty meters and landing by the body.
"Young master."
"It really is Wang Ce, these wounds, it seems like he was bitten and his neck was crushed by some fierce beast, and also, this aura... it's demonic!"
The middle-aged man's pupils contracted.
"Demonic aura?"
At this moment, the girl in the white robe rode over, surprised: "But how could it be demonic aura, could it have been injured by a demon? Who dares to let demonic aura run rampant and kill people from the Wang family in the Great Merchant Royal City."
"I don't know, but the residue here is definitely demonic aura."
The middle-aged man frowned: "Who is this bold to kill people from the Wang family openly?"
"Young master, I just heard someone say that a demon killed here."
This person came over and said.
"A demon really exists! This demon actually ran rampant in the capital of the Great Merchant Kingdom!"
The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, and he looked vigilantly around.
"Young master, second miss, come, come and see, there's someone alive here!"
Another servant discovered something in a battle-worn house.
The middle-aged man and the white-robed girl hurried over, entering the house filled with blood and corpses.
Recognizing a person on the floor, the middle-aged man exclaimed, "Zhao Mu!"
Then he looked at a bloodstained young man in the corner.
"Xiang Chen!"
"Xiang Chen!"
Both of them exclaimed in surprise, recognizing Xiang Chen.
"...."
Two days later.
In the dim space, it was empty and lonely.
Xiang Chen was alone, looking at the dark space, feeling lost.
"Where is this place? Hell? So dark."
Xiang Chen said to himself, then a look of pain appeared on his face.
"Hell... Hades, Rou-er..."
"Rou-er, Rou-er, are you there?"
Xiang Chen shouted, wandering in the space, but it was dark and he couldn't see anything.
Suddenly, a light appeared in the distance, and Xiang Chen ran towards it.
It turned out to be a cauldron emitting colorful light, floating in the dark space.
"What is this?"
Xiang Chen looked at the cauldron in amazement, saying, "In the eighteenth level of hell, what is this now? What is this cauldron?"
As he spoke, the cauldron suddenly struck him, startling Xiang Chen, and then, with a roar, countless complex fragments and information rushed into his memory.
"Ten Thousand Demons Sacred Scripture!"