Chapter 718: Your Information Is Worthless—Rest in Peace
Shen Mo sneered coldly and unleashed the Dragonbone Bell's power to its limit.
Buzz!
A terrifying aura shook outward in all directions, forcing even the four beast overlords, the Sky-Reaching Banyan Tree among them, to retreat and avoid its edge.
Inside the bell, the Nether Demon Dragon's screams erupted.
The bell had been reforged from fragments by the Samsara Holy Land, and its might was no longer what it had been in its prime.
But the Nether Demon Dragon was also far from his peak.
Now the Dragonbone Bell was driven by Shen Mo himself.
Having cultivated the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Force, his blood energy surged boundlessly—perhaps stronger than all four beast overlords combined.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The bell's shockwaves never ceased.
The dragon's screams and curses rang out without pause.
But with time, his voice grew weaker and weaker.
Until at last, it fell silent.
As if he had died.
The Red-Blooded Winged Tiger tilted its head curiously. "Dead? That weak?"
The Black-Death Sky Serpent hissed doubtfully. "Strange… the Nether Demon Dragon used to be hard to kill."
The Azure-Sky Divine Ox scratched its head. "Should we open it and check?"
The other three beasts rolled their eyes.
Shen Mo only smiled and continued feeding blood energy into the bell.
He kept the mighty force shaking ceaselessly.
For a moment, silence reigned inside.
Then, a faint voice rose again, cursing and groaning.
"Damn it… let me out! Let me out!
"I'm willing to cooperate!
"I know all of the Shadow Division and the Dark Division demons' plans!
"I'll tell you everything—just spare me!"
The Nether Demon Dragon shifted between begging, cursing, and roaring.
His groveling and arrogance were played to perfection.
The Sky-Reaching Banyan Tree stirred, asking quietly, "Master, don't you want intelligence on the demons' movements?"
Shen Mo chuckled.
He had no need.
He already knew the demons' actions well.
Why conspire with a tiger?
Moreover, by binding the dragon, he had clearly seen his life panel.
The Nether Demon Dragon's escapes were unrivaled.
He had slipped even from Saint Realm hunters in the past.
Shen Mo would never allow him to escape again.
Evil must be cut off at the root.
Otherwise, what was the point?
"Your information is worthless. Rest in peace."
Without hesitation, Shen Mo poured in even more blood energy.
The Nether Demon Dragon's roars grew wild, hysterical.
He knew death was close.
At last, his voice faded completely, vanishing into nothing.
To be safe, Shen Mo continued feeding energy for a full hour.
The four overlords watched in surprise.
How could the blood energy of a newly ascended Supreme be stronger than theirs combined?
After an hour, Shen Mo finally retrieved the Dragonbone Bell.
Only a mangled dragon corpse remained, limp and boneless.
Its skeleton had been shattered entirely.
A trace of demonic energy lingered, but so little that it would disperse naturally into heaven and earth without need of purification.
"So he's… just dead?"
The Azure-Sky Divine Ox scratched its head in disbelief.
Back then, the Nether Demon Dragon had been their leader.
They had bled themselves dry trying to kill him, only managing to suppress him.
And now, so easily slain.
This was once the strongest true dragon beneath the Saint Realm!
For a moment, the three overlords' gazes toward Shen Mo turned reverent.
From this instant, they truly accepted him as their master.
The Azure-Sky Divine Ox, however, had long since done so.
The Nether Demon Dragon was only the first step in the demons' plan.
For Shen Mo, it was also the simplest.
Next came the disaster of the Western Sinking Sea—the second step that would greatly strengthen the demon race.
As long as this step was broken, the schemes of the Shadow Division and the Frenzy Division would collapse on their own.
"Master, what now?"
The Sky-Reaching Banyan Tree looked at Shen Mo with respect.
"To the Western Sinking Sea."
Shen Mo's voice was calm. "With the True Dragon Holy Land vanished, the demonic plagues across the sea are unchecked. Sooner or later, they'll merge into a catastrophe.
"If even the Four Sacred Dragon Palaces are corrupted, the demons' power will rise drastically."
The Black-Death Sky Serpent and the Red-Blooded Winged Tiger both nodded.
The Azure-Sky Divine Ox scratched his head. "The Four Sacred Dragon Palaces could be corrupted? They're that useless?"
"Let's go."
At Shen Mo's command, he and the four beast overlords vanished together.
Hu Xinyue was also brought along. She was, after all, one blessed with immense fortune.
From her, coming opportunities and turning points could always be seen.
…
The Thunder Prison Clan.
Shi Tianhao strode quickly into the martial arena.
Lei Zizhen had been waiting for him there for some time.
Lei Zizhen laughed. "By the look of you, you must have gained much in the Mangcang Mountains."
Shi Tianhao laughed heartily. "I did find something.
"I slew several powerful beasts and obtained a few drops of ancient exotic blood—one of them the kind you needed."
Lei Zizhen was startled, his face filled with gratitude. "Many thanks, Brother Shi!"
The two began sparring immediately.
Lei Zizhen was slightly stronger than Shi Tianhao, so he often offered new insights.
These insights opened Shi Tianhao's mind.
Yet Shi Tianhao, blessed with a Radiant Golden Fate, also had unique understandings.
The two exchanged moves and words like true brothers.
When they grew tired, they collapsed to the ground, laughing and talking freely.
After a while, Lei Zizhen lowered his voice. "By the way, Brother Shi, there's something big you may not know yet."
Shi Tianhao smiled faintly. "I haven't kept up with major events lately."
Lei Zizhen's face brightened with genuine joy. "It's great news!
"My benefactor—you remember him, don't you? That man Shen Mo!"
Shi Tianhao's smile stiffened.
Of course he remembered.
That name he would remember all his life.
He forced his smile to hold. "I remember. What happened to him?"
Lei Zizhen chuckled, his face filled with envy. "I only learned it from the ancestor. Benefactor has ascended to Supreme!"
He cupped his cheeks in awe. "It's only been a little over twenty years, and while I'm still at Nirvana, benefactor has already become a Supreme…
"Ah, people really can drive each other mad with comparison, don't you think?"
"Eh? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Lei Zizhen looked at Shi Tianhao in puzzlement.
Shi Tianhao's face was rigid.
Su… Supreme?
Shen Mo had already become such a figure?
He had dreamed endlessly of one day reaching Supreme.
Yet Shen Mo had already left him far behind.
Would he ever catch up in this lifetime?
Shi Tianhao wanted to cry.
But he knew he couldn't, not in front of Lei Zizhen—or his identity might be exposed.
"I… I'm overwhelmed, shaken to the core. That's why I can't speak…
"Senior Shen's talent is simply defying heaven.
"Supreme… that's a realm I could never even glimpse."
Shi Tianhao ground out each word as if cutting flesh from his own body.
Praising Shen Mo pained him more than anything.
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