parentshiftbook Chapter 88 One day... if you have the ability... you will wipe out the Cloud Sea Gang for me!
Chapter 88 One day... if you have the ability... you will wipe out the Cloud Sea Gang for me!
Chapter 88 One day... if you have the ability... you will destroy the Yunhai Gang for me!
The newcomer was tall, his face hidden behind a dense, eerie blue light, making it difficult to see clearly. Only his eyes, deep and emerald green like an ancient pool, were visible, filled with the vicissitudes of time and a cold indifference.
He was surrounded by a tangible, verdant demonic aura. Wherever he passed, tiny sprouts would instantly emerge from the cracks in the bricks and stones, only to quickly twist and mutate under the influence of the demonic aura.
It was none other than the great demon—Yimukui!
His gaze ignored the fierce fighting inside the hall, ignored the black-scaled army formation that stretched like a wall and a forest, and went straight through space, locking onto the figure huddled in the prison cart, as well as the two closest boys beside the cart—Zhang Yuan and Wang Ziteng.
With Mu Kui's arrival, the thick black cloth covering the prison cart was instantly torn into countless pieces by the invisible gale emanating from his body, which then scattered.
Inside the steel fence, the pale-faced boy was completely exposed to everyone's view.
The boy seemed completely oblivious to the fierce battles and overwhelming demonic power outside.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze not falling on the approaching Mu Kui, but instead landing on the dilapidated Buddha statue at the end of the hall, half compassionate and half ferocious.
"Do you know—what kind of Buddha is this?" The boy's hoarse voice rang out, so calm it was almost eerie, and it clearly drowned out the sounds of fighting inside the hall, reaching the ears of Zhang Yuan and Wang Ziteng.
Zhang Yuan's mind raced, instantly recalling scattered information about Buddhism in this world: it was an ancient tradition that had long since declined, not part of the mainstream of immortals and demons, nor a prominent school of thought. It mainly focused on ascetic training to temper the body and hone the spirit. Its supernatural abilities and methods were quite similar to those of Confucianism and Taoism in stimulating literary energy and creating illusions, but it placed more emphasis on cultivating one's character and pursuing tranquility and transcendence.
Without waiting for a reply, the boy continued speaking to himself, his voice strangely hollow, as if telling a distant story: "This is—Ksitigarbha Buddha. Legend has it that he made a great vow: 'I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty.' He was originally—the master of the Netherworld Blood Sea, a land of slaughter and overwhelming demonic power. Later—he laid down his butcher's knife and vowed to enter hell to deliver all evil spirits."
"You saved us—" Wang Ziteng looked at the boy's pale and scarred profile and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you—are you also—atoneing for your sins?"
The boy's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but it ultimately turned into a deeper sorrow.
He did not answer Wang Ziteng's question, but for the first time, his cold, vertical pupils clearly reflected the figures of Zhang Yuan and Wang Ziteng.
"My name is Yun Zheng." The boy's voice was soft, yet it resounded like thunder in their ears. "I was originally the young leader of the Yunhai Gang."
"The Yunhai Gang?!" Wang Ziteng exclaimed in disbelief.
A sharp glint flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes!
Master Fan mentioned that the Yunhai Gang participated in the "Welcoming the Dragon Post"!
A deep-seated hatred suddenly erupted in the eyes of young Yun Zheng, a hatred so intense it almost solidified into flames, igniting his frail body: "One day—if you have the ability—to do it for me—"
"Destroy the Cloud Sea Gang!"
He stared intently at Zhang Yuan and Wang Ziteng, each word a curse uttered in blood.
"The Yunhai Gang—not a single one of them—deserves to die!"
Before he could finish speaking, a cold, authoritative voice, tinged with suppressed rage, boomed like thunder across the dilapidated hall, instantly drowning out all the sounds of fighting: "Yun Zheng! You even want to destroy your own Yunhai Gang! You truly have the ungrateful nature of a demon!"
"Boom!"
On the other side of the main hall, the already crumbling wall suddenly shattered!
Amidst the smoke, dust, and rubble, a middle-aged figure, dressed in a dark green brocade robe, with a face somewhat resembling Yun Zheng's, yet exuding the majesty and cold ruthlessness of a superior, strode confidently into the ruins!
His aura was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, his gaze as sharp as lightning, piercing the boy in the prison cart, and his voice carried a chilling coldness.
"You unfilial son! Even now, you won't even call me 'Father'?!"
Yun Zheng stared at the figure in the dark green brocade robe, a chilling glint of sarcasm emanating from his dark blue eyes. His voice, hoarse yet clear, pierced through the clamor of the hall: "Yun Canghai, are you here to kill me too?"
Yun Canghai, the leader of the Yunhai Gang, had a stern expression. His aura surged, pushing aside the billowing dust several feet, and he said in a deep voice, "You unfilial son! I have come to take you to see King Fuhai!"
"His Majesty has promised that once your bloodline is fully developed, Falling Star Marsh will be your fiefdom, and the entire Cloud Sea Gang will follow your lead! This is your chance to regain glory and wield power!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Zheng was slightly taken aback at first, then burst into a heart-wrenching, maniacal laugh. The laughter echoed through the dilapidated palace, filled with endless grief and despair: "Hahaha—glory? Power?"
"Yun Canghai! When you offered my mother naked to the Overturning Sea Demon, you made the same solemn promises, saying it would bring the Cloud Sea Gang a hundred years of prosperity, and that my mother would be the future 'Lord of the Ze', right?!"
"You—!" Yun Canghai's face instantly turned ashen, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, and his dark green aura fluctuated violently. Clearly, his darkest sore spot and secret had been touched.
He suddenly raised his hand, and a solid, emerald-green claw-like shadow tore through the air, grabbing straight at the prison cart's bars!
Zhang Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted!
The overwhelming pressure of the claw shadow sent chills down his spine, and his heart nearly stopped beating.
"presumptuous!"
Just as the claw shadow was about to tear through the fence, a deep, sharp shout rang out like a thunderclap!
"Pfft!"
On the other side of the main hall, Xing Daorong, who was battling against Mu Kui's overwhelming torrent of demonic vines, did not turn his head but instead swung his spear out with a backhand!
A spear beam, as condensed as a bloodline and carrying a chilling, iron-blooded aura, sliced through the chaotic battlefield as if it had a life of its own. It precisely bypassed the gaps in the wildly dancing vines, striking the weakest point of the emerald claw shadow after striking later!
"Bang!"
The claw shadow exploded instantly!
The violent backlash sent Yun Canghai staggering back several steps, his blood churning and his face turning pale.
The aftershock of that shot even tore apart several thick demonic vines that were approaching Xing Daorong's body!
Mu Kui's emerald pupils, hidden behind the dense demonic aura, narrowed slightly, and his attack faltered, clearly startled by this precise and ruthless "casual strike."
Xing Daorong's voice rang out: "Yun Canghai! You dare touch the prison cart? You're courting death!"
Zhang Yuan was horrified!
Despite being attacked by a powerful demon like Mu Kui, Xie Daorong was still able to distract himself and force back Yun Canghai, a Grandmaster, with a single spear thrust!
This ability to handle heavy tasks with ease and control the battle, as well as the demonic power contained in the spear's edge—more restrained yet more terrifying than that on the Canglang River—gave him a deeper understanding of the realm "above the Grandmaster."
Yun Canghai suppressed his surging blood and looked up at the source of the spear light. Far from showing fear, his face revealed a chilling smile: "Xing Daorong! I know you're personally overseeing things. Did you think we'd be unprepared to welcome the 'Azure Dragon Prince' back?"
Before he could finish speaking, "Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Several figures, each with a different form but exuding a powerful demonic aura, crashed down like meteors onto the broken walls and ruins of the dilapidated temple hall, accompanied by blinding demonic light!