Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1452: Ninth-Realm Demon Sovereign

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Previously on Record of a Demon's Cultivation...

Qing Lian is rescued from a collapsing mountain by Song Wen, who uses a talisman to conceal their escape underground. As they flee, Qing Lian expresses concern for her clan and inquires about her brother. Meanwhile, Song Wen observes the ongoing battle between the Willow Serpent Clan and the Five Great Demon Clans, realizing Yuanrong's deception. Yuanrong and his group are then seen fleeing from a severely injured Willow Serpent, whose appearance halts the battle above.

Translator: CinderTL

The twelve Demon Kings of the Five Great Demon Clans felt a chilling aura surge toward them, their bodies instantly stiffening.

The icy energy pierced through their protective spiritual light, causing frost to form on their skin. It seeped into their bodies, freezing their blood and coating their internal organs with a thin layer of ice. Even the demon essence flowing through their meridians began to freeze.

"Venerable Bi Wu! She’s still alive?!"

"The power of a Ninth-Realm Demon Sovereign... how could it be so terrifying?!"

The twelve Demon Kings were shaken to their core, these thoughts flooding their minds simultaneously.

Normally, a difference of one major realm would allow one to easily crush their opponent. Yet Venerable Bi Wu had merely released her cultivation aura, without even attacking, and already they were powerless to resist.

Was the gap between the eighth and ninth tiers truly this vast?

Just as the twelve Demon Kings thought their end was near, the terrifying cold aura inexplicably began to weaken. They instantly regained their mobility.

Without daring to linger, the twelve Demon Kings turned and fled.

Venerable Bi Wu watched the Demon Kings scatter and flee, but she made no move to pursue them immediately. Instead, her single remaining eye slowly swiveled upward toward the high heavens.

She gently touched the gruesome scar on her chest, her vertical pupil in the pitch-black night sky filled with a mix of hatred and awe. It was as if she were gazing at a mortal enemy—one she loathed to the depths of her being, yet one who was also overwhelmingly powerful.

"Greetings... Demon Venerable."

The nine Demon Kings of the Willow Serpent Clan bowed respectfully to Venerable Bi Wu. Their voices carried a hint of astonishment, as if they were surprised she was still alive, or perhaps startled by her very appearance.

"Demon Venerable, are we truly letting them escape like this?" one of the Willow Serpent Clan’s Demon Kings asked cautiously, seeing that Venerable Bi Wu remained silent.

At these words, Venerable Bi Wu finally withdrew her gaze. She swept her gaze over the fleeing foreign Demon Kings and the group led by Yuanrong, who were fleeing in another direction.

"Not a single one will escape!"

As her icy voice rang out, a palm-sized, dark blue scale suddenly detached from her serpent tail. The scale tore through the air like a shadow, slicing through the night sky as it hurtled toward the fleeing Demon Kings.

The first to be struck was a silver giant wolf, ten zhang long.

Among the foreign Demon Kings, it was the slowest to flee.

As the snake scale approached, the silver giant wolf’s fur bristled, its eyes flashing with despair.

"Roar!"

Refusing to die passively, the silver giant wolf roared and whirled around, raising its claws to strike the incoming scale.

Demon essence surged through its body, and its claws erupted with dazzling white spiritual light, like a blazing sun.

Thud!

A dull thud echoed as flesh and bone were pierced.

The white spiritual light on its claws shattered first, followed by the claws themselves. Finally, the massive wolf head was severed from its neck.

A Demon King comparable to a Great Ascension Stage cultivator had fallen.

Its wide-open eyes burned with endless resentment.

The snake scale continued its trajectory, slashing toward the next Demon King—a hundred zhang long Black Scale Flood Dragon.

"Stop running! If we unite to resist, we still have a chance. Fleeing blindly will only lead to us being slaughtered one by one." The Black Scale Flood Dragon spoke in human tongue.

The Five Great Demon Clans were vassal states of the Willow Serpent Clan. Since the Willow Serpent Clan communicated in human language, all the demon races under their command naturally understood human speech as well.

The Black Scale Flood Dragon’s words did not make the Demon Kings ahead stop; they only continued their panicked flight.

The snake scale sliced across the flood dragon’s neck, killing it instantly.

"Everyone, Jiao Yi was right. Bi Wu is clearly severely injured and unable to use her full strength. Otherwise, the cold aura she previously emitted would have been enough to obliterate us—why would she need to use her scales? Moreover, the power of this snake scale is only slightly stronger than the attacks of peak eighth-tier demon races. If we join forces, we still have a chance to fight back," the Two-Winged Black Tiger said frantically.

The Two-Winged Black Tiger was so panicked because he was the next target of the snake scale.

The ’Jiao Yi’ he mentioned was the Black Scale Flood Dragon that had just fallen.

The remaining nine Demon Kings heard this but did not stop at all, not even hesitating for a moment.

Two breaths later, the Two-Winged Black Tiger met the same fate as Jiao Yi.

The dark green snake scale continued its trajectory toward another Demon King.

In the end, all twelve Demon Kings perished beneath the snake scales.

Only then did Venerable Bi Wu turn her gaze towards Yuanrong and the other humans.

Desperate to escape alive, Yuanrong naturally abandoned the female cultivators he had brought from the Willow Serpent Clan. He had already left them far behind, fleeing over fifty thousand li away.

Yet he dared not relax his vigilance.

The sensory range of a Great Ascension Stage human cultivator typically spanned ten thousand li in all directions, though this could vary slightly depending on their cultivation level, cultivation technique, and secret arts.

For Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivators, the sensory range was at least twenty-five thousand li.

Though the Willow Serpent was not human, its sensory range was likely comparable.

This meant Yuanrong was still within Venerable Bi Wu’s detection range.

Even if she remained motionless, she could still strike him down.

Thud, thud, thud...

Several muffled thuds rang out as the female cultivators were struck by the snake scales. Without even a scream, they dissolved into blood mist one after another.

The sharp snake scales continued their trajectory, now aimed directly at Yuanrong.

Sensing the relentless killing intent closing in behind him, Yuanrong felt a mix of despair and defiance.

Only two or three thousand li remained out of the twenty-five thousand li needed to escape.

For a Great Ascension Stage cultivator, this distance would normally be crossed in the blink of an eye, but now it felt like an impassable chasm. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t outrun the death-bringing snake scale pursuing him.

In Yuanrong’s eyes, a resolute glint suddenly flashed.

In his hand appeared a silver talisman—a teleportation talisman.

This talisman could transport one ten thousand li, making it a life-saving tool. But against Venerable Bi Wu, a ninth-tier Demon Venerable, it was hardly enough.

The talisman had a fatal flaw: it couldn’t control the destination.

In other words, using it might help him escape Venerable Bi Wu’s detection range, or it might backfire and send him even closer to her.

But with no other options, Yuanrong had no choice but to gamble his life.

The talisman shattered, erupting in blinding silver light.

Under the dazzling glow, Yuanrong’s figure vanished without a trace.

"Hmm?"

Venerable Bi Wu let out a surprised gasp.

The prey she was about to catch had actually disappeared?

(End of the Chapter)

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