YM778.TV Chapter 1016 - Demon Lord
Chapter 1016: Demon Lord
“Escape!”
A violent thunderstorm rumbled.
Wang Tianming held Ling Xian’er as he used his lightness skill and quickly escaped.
“What... How could this happen?”
Ling Xian’er looked dazed, her tears mixing with the rain, indistinguishable from each other.
Things had unfolded too suddenly.
A black-clothed man had surprise attacked the Great River Alliance Leader! Furthermore, Xuan Tianzi had said that he was absolutely not in the Connate realm but had God-tier combat power!
After a great battle, the elders of the Great River Alliance had suffered heavy casualties, and even Xuan Tianzi had been captured.
With Xuan Tianzi and the elders’ desperate struggle, the two of them escaped by a hair’s breadth.
“Phew... nobody is coming after us!”
Wang Tianming looked up at the sky. “If we continue to stay in the rain, we’ll fall sick!”
He turned and spotted a mountain god temple by the road. He dashed in immediately.
This temple had had no incense for a long time. With a ‘bang’, the door fell. The temple was leaking, but there were still a few dry spots inside.
Wang Tianming put Ling Xian’er down and then started a fire using some thatched wood chips.
The temperature continued to rise, finally removing the chill from the air.
“What... How could this happen? A God-tier martial artist suddenly attacked the Great River Alliance?” Ling Xian’er’s was soaked, revealing her beautiful figure, but she paid no attention to it. “Revenge! I must take revenge. Who was that black-clothed man? Was it the Unparalleled Demon Emperor?”
“Demon Sect?” Wang Tianming shivered and clenched his fists. “Xian’er, don’t worry. Your enemies are my enemies. We’ll take revenge for Master!”
He was a meticulous person. He roasted dried meat, steamed buns, and so on over the fire. Soon, the fragrance of food spread.
“Xian’er, it’s done. You eat first!”
However, when Wang Tianming handed the roast meat to her, a large dirty hand came out from nowhere. It snatched the branches away and stuffed the buns and meat into his bearded mouth.
“Ooh... so fragrant! It’s delicious!”
‘”Ahh!” Ling Xian’er screamed when she saw a sloppy Daoist priest appear out of nowhere. A red wine gourd hung by his waist, and he reeked of alcohol.
“You are... Teacher?!” When Wang Tianming saw this sloppy Daoist priest, his eyes glowed, recognizing him as the expert who had guided him on to the path of the Martial Dao at the beginning, and knelt immediately.
“Drunken Daoist?!” Ling Xian’er’s eyes brightened as she knelt and was about to cry. “Senior, please save my father...”
“I remember you. You’re that kid I taught before. I only taught you the Hundred Flowers Fist, so don’t call me your teacher...” The drunken man gobbled the food up in three bites before removing the cork on his gourd and taking a satisfying swig. “Anyway, you’ve already entered the Great River Alliance. Is this girl the daughter of the Great River Alliance Leader? What happened?”
“This is what happened...” Wang Tianming began explaining at once.
“What? Someone defeated Xuan Tianzi in three strikes? He must be a God-tier martial artist!”
The drunken man’s expression turned serious as he released an imposing aura. “Wait here. I’ll be back soon!”
Swoosh!
As soon as the words fell, he immediately disappeared.
“Xian’er, don’t worry. Even the Unparalleled Demon Emperor can’t easily defeat the Drunken Daoist!” Wang Tianming quickly comforted Ling Xian’er.
“Okay!” Ling Xian’er nodded and wiped her tears away, her gaze looking hopeful. Martial Roll fourth, the Drunken Daoist! He can certainly save Daddy! Definitely!
...
But the next instant, a voice they would remember for the rest of their lives rang out not far away. “Haha. Truly traveling far and wide to look for someone only to find them easily. Drunken Daoist, hand over your martial arts intent, and I’ll spare your life!”
“Your Excellency, you aren’t the Unparalleled Demon Emperor or one of the God-tier martial artists I know. Daring to move so boldly, aren’t you afraid of being attacked by the Pugilistic World?” Drunken Daoist’s voice resounded without the leisure and satisfaction from earlier.
“I only seek happiness in my life!” The black-clothed man’s voice was loud and clear. The next instant, muffled thunder resounded, suppressing everything in its path.
Boom!
A terrifying Qi explosion resounded from all directions and instantly spread to the mountain god temple.
Rumble!
The entire mountain god temple collapsed as a waterfall of rain rushed down.
However, Wang Tianming and Ling Xian’er ignored this and instead stared at the two fighting in the sky.
The black-clothed man and the Drunken Daoist’s afterimages remained midair, looking as though countless versions of them were battling.
Furthermore, all the techniques they used were exquisite killing techniques, enough for common martial artists to comprehend all their life.
“That black-clothed man can unexpectedly stand up to the Drunken Daoist. His strength is at least within the top five on the Martial Roll! Who is he?”
Wang Tianming and Ling Xian’er exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other’s eyes.
“Drunken Daoist? Not bad. Unfortunately... you’re not good enough!”
The next moment.
The black-clothed man grunted coldly, and the torrential rain crystallized into icicles.
Chichi!
Above the icicles, small flames lit up. They looked just like fiery trees and silver flowers, as beautiful as a dream. “Ice-Fire Killing Technique!”
“Ice and fire intents? And they work harmoniously? How is this possible?” the Drunken Daoist exclaimed.
But the next moment, numerous fiery trees and silver flowers pierced through the Primordial Qi protecting his body, opening countless blood holes in him.
He landed on the ground and tossed something over. “This is what you wanted!”
Several burning scrolls flew all around.
At the same time, the Drunken Daoist’s figure flashed before Wang Tianming and Ling Xian’er and grabbed them. “It’s the Burning Blood Evil Arts. Let’s go!”
Swoosh!
In an instant, he seemed to recover his peak condition as he accelerated and disappeared into the forest.
“Tsk... as expected of fourth on the Martial Roll. He reacts quickly and is willing to make minor sacrifices to protect what’s important. Not bad!”
The black-clothed man returned to his original position. The scattered scrolls were already in his hands, with the flames on them also extinguished.
He slowly took off his mask. It was Fang Yuan!
“After my martial arts broke through to God-tier, I began snatching various secret manuals to comprehend more intents... Unfortunately, strong fighters who had secret manuals with something like the snowflake pattern were few and far between. Even Xuan Tianzi only had a flame pattern in his martial arts manual, which let me comprehend the Intent of Fire!
“To escape, this Drunken Daoist threw out something good. A catalog with two intent patterns?”
Fang Yuan opened the catalog and looked at the two unscorched patterns. He smiled. “So what if he escaped? With those injuries, he’s dead. This isn’t an extraordinary world where you can resurrect. But he took Wang Tianming away. He is indeed a Son of the World. The heavens sent someone to deal with me, and perhaps this is another fortuitous encounter for him.”
In fact, he had looked for the Great River Alliance because of Wang Tianming.
However, he did not expect that the Son of the World would be able to turn misfortune into fortune. Not only did he have the Great River Alliance’s elders and leader desperately protect him with their lives, even when he was running away, he could run into someone as strong as the Drunken Daoist.
In the end, he even used his secret manual as a distraction to create an opening to escape.
“He’s nothing more than a small salted fish. I’ll let him run for now. Even if he’s destined to turn things around, in front of absolute power, it’ll mean nothing.”
Fang Yuan turned around and disappeared into the rain. “Time to go... to the Three Mountains Sect!”
Robbing the Pugilistic World and comprehending intents was the path he chose.
By treading this path, his strength would grow continuously.
As for finally becoming the Pugilistic World’s public enemy?
Haha, with his current condition, even if he did not move, there would still be a lot of trouble coming to find him. As such, it was better to make the first move!
...
“Cough cough...”
Within a cave, the Drunken Daoist leaned against the rock face and spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Teacher...” Wang Tianming’s eyes blurred with tears.
He never imagined that his master, Xuan Tianzi, and the Drunken Daoist that he highly respected were going to die.
“That black-clothed man isn’t the Unparalleled Demon Emperor. He’s even stronger. The Pugilistic World will face a new tribulation soon!”
Drunken Daoist muttered, “I was already heavily injured, and after using my secret technique, even gods and immortals won’t be able to save me!”
“No! Teacher, I will save you!” Wang Tianming clenched his fists, his voice hoarse.
“Forget it! You’ll fail. I’d rather have some warm wine!”
Drunken Daoist’s eyes became brighter. “Child... come here!”
“Okay!” Wang Tianming walked forward, and the Drunken Daoist grabbed his wrist. Soon after, an enormous amount of True Primordial Qi flowed his meridians like a river. “Teacher, what are you doing?”
“I’ve already reached the end of my road. It’s useless to keep my True Primordial Qi, so I’ll give it to you!”
The Drunken Daoist’s energy seemed drained. “With my remaining cultivation power, you should be able to advance to peak Connate. Afterward, head to Po Lao Mountain and find Abbess Elimination and beg her to teach you my intent. Cough... the future of the Pugilistic World depends on you young people!”
Even if he was a God-tier expert, there was no way he could make someone reach Connate perfection. He lacked the intent!
However, the Drunken Daoist was on the verge of death. Since he had a good impression of Wang Tianming, he decided to give him a chance.
“Teacher... Master!” Wang Tianming howled as two trails of tears ran down his cheeks.
Outside the cave, the thunderstorm showed its first signs of stopping. The sky was clearing up, and a rainbow emerged.
“Master, don’t worry. I will definitely learn so that I can avenge you!”
Wang Tianming and Ling Xian’er buried the Drunken Daoist and erected a small tombstone. “Let’s immediately go and find Abbess Elimination... Also, we’ll spread the news about the black-clothed man!”
“Okay!”
The two young people descended the mountain hand-in-hand. However, they did not know that a bloody storm had already set off in the Pugilistic World.
...
March 3rd, the Great River Alliance perished.
March 19th, the black-clothed man went to the Three Mountains Sect and demanded all the secret manuals. The sect master refused and was killed with a single palm. On that day, the Three Mountains Sect ceased to exist.
April 1st, the itinerant martial artist ‘Ling Tian’ met the black-clothed man. He surrendered his secret manual in exchange for his life.
...
Soon, rumors of a God-tier black-clothed martial artist began circulating in the Pugilistic World. It was said that he was hunting for secret manuals.
Many top sects began panicking at his slightest move.
Since this black-clothed man’s methods had countless changes and his intents were endless, he obtained the nickname ‘Everchanging Demon Lord’.
The Pugilistic World plunged into darkness, a demonic color tainting it.