As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1782 - 463: Fortune Says the Underworld Needs a Scholar; Li Che’s 3-on-5 Overwhelming Advantage [Requesting Monthly Ticket]
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Rumble——
A devastating explosion erupted with catastrophic force!
It felt as if a thousand stars had detonated at once, scattering in every direction as rolling demon energy unleashed a relentless torrent of force, twisting through the air like a colossal python dragon.
The entire territory of Mo City had been reduced to rubble. Not a single structure remained standing, as even the formidable Dominator Tower had been pulverized into dust under the true manifestation of the Black Bull Demon God Venerable.
Surging blood, dark as the deepest tide, cascaded outward like an overflowing, maddened river.
Amidst those dark, rushing waters, rampant demon energy continued to tear through everything in its path.
"Roar——!!!"
The cry of the Black Bull Demon God Venerable resonated incessantly through the void.
Yet, this was merely the wail of his dying demon soul, his physical vessel having been completely annihilated.
He was struck by a mixture of incredulity, fury, and a creeping, icy dread.
As a prestigious Demon God Venerable of the Realm of Two Disasters, holding a position of immense authority within the Ten Thousand Rivers of the Demon Race, he had commanded legions of demons. Now, he had been blasted into nothingness while still conscious!
Agony, humiliation, and sheer terror flooded the demon soul of the Black Bull Demon God Venerable.
He had never dreamt of meeting such an ignoble end. He had even fantasized about seizing the Three Pure Ones Divine Weapon, the Hun Yuan Ruyi Golden Cudgel, from the Qitian Temple God to serve as his trump card within the Ten Thousand Rivers.
But now, all ambitions were rendered meaningless, for he had been torn apart.
He feared that he would truly perish within this Small Cave Heaven.
A powerhouse of his caliber possessed an intimate understanding of death. Mo City Fengdu was merely a Small Cave Heaven—an isolated sanctuary severed from the influence of the heavenly and earthly laws of the human world.
Trapped here without a physical body, his demon soul was incapable of tearing through the barrier to escape.
Rumble!
Countless streaks of black blood surged upward, forming a dome that resembled a swirling, ominous mist. Combined with his concentrated demon energy, they coalesced into the phantom of a massive black bull.
The apparition was so gargantuan it seemed to blot out the very heavens!
Its scarlet eyes, each the size of a villa, glared out as the misty construct bellowed in rage.
Szzz—szzz—szzz—
Golden flames erupted, bathing Li Che in light. Wearing the Divine Monkey Mask, he stood defiantly amidst the bloody gale, his fists wreathed in fire.
"Hah——"
"Hiss——"
Every breath sounded like falling thunder.
Li Che looked up at the colossal shadow rising from the mist.
A mocking glint flickered in his eyes.
After exhaustive calculations and meticulous schemes, the victory was finally his.
This massive black bull had finally been slaughtered!
A Two Calamities Demon God Venerable was undeniably formidable. Li Che had been forced to exhaust every contingency—backstabbing, poison, coordinated sieges, and psychological warfare.
He had pushed himself to the limit, utilizing every scrap of his ingenuity to finally strangle his prey!
Swish swash...
Now reduced to a mere demon soul, the black bull could no longer threaten him.
Enveloped in turbulent blood, the demon soul of the Black Bull Demon God Venerable was spiraling into total despair.
Li Che lifted his gaze. Behind him, three Vast Suns and five stars glimmered, weaving together like a celestial star map unfurling.
An avalanche of golden radiance erupted, and under Li Che’s command, the Martial Immortal Dao Essence was ignited.
He lunged forward, vanishing only to reappear directly above the black bull’s head. With a swift movement, he grasped the Yin Yang Demon Blade. The weapon’s edge began to shimmer, manifesting thousands of micro-vortices that frantically siphoned and ravaged the surrounding demon energy.
Li Che gripped the blade with one hand. As the weapon hummed with power, surging demon energy tore through the atmosphere. Empowered by the Martial Immortal essence, he swung it downward with lethal intent!
Thousand Mountains Solo Sky-cutting Blade!
Sky-cutting!
Explosion Cutting!
Evil Slash!
Boom——!!!
The void buckled, perforated by the sheer intensity of the blade energy. Like colliding ranges of mountains, the space tore asunder, fracturing into a web of jagged cuts.
The blade light twisted and danced, carrying a sharpness that defied logic. The entwined demon energy possessed a frenzied will of its own, aimed squarely at the demon soul of the Black Bull Demon God Venerable!
A single stroke multiplied, blossoming into thousands, then millions of razor-sharp arcs!
Boom!!!
As the final attack connected, the Black Bull Demon God Venerable cast one last look of complex desperation before dissipating into absolute nothingness.
A massive demon core hovered within the cradle of Li Che’s fingers.
Patterns of disaster and tribulation still shimmered upon it, though the outer disaster wheel had shattered, leaving the core to pulse like a steady heart.
It held an ocean of energy. With the demon soul extinguished, the core remained as a vessel of pure, potent power.
"Not bad at all."
Li Che’s eyes sparkled with genuine satisfaction.
Roar—
In the distance, the Sea Flipping Nine Infants let out a savage cry.
Having consumed four Great Demons, it had sprouted two additional heads, bringing its count to six. Its aura radiated a terrifying, overwhelming power.
It was clear, however, that the refinement process was ongoing. Despite its breakthrough from the One Disaster Three Tribulations to the Realm of Two Disasters, its heads swayed in a chaotic rhythm, still processing the immense power of the consumed souls.
Li Che felt no regret for sacrificing those four Great Demons to the creature. After all, his Ten Vicious Ink Splashes were still bound by absolute loyalty, serving as his most trusted lieutenants.
The Nine Infants, however, possessed a more feral, wandering will—much like a pampered, albeit monstrous, pet.