Chapter 56 The Demon God Pillar's Authority, Long Xingyu's Throne of Judgment!
"The Seventy-Two Demon Gods can be signed in to as well?"
"Not bad, this is good—truly good. With this, I finally have a clearer picture of what must be done in the future."
"It's a pity I can't have Long Xingyu take me around to sign in at each Demon God. If I really tried that, he'd probably suspect me of something."
Ye Ling thought to himself.
He did not dwell too long on it. Instead, he simply nodded and shouted silently in his heart: "Sign in!"
[Sign-in successful. Reward obtained: Immortal-grade Equipment — Lunar Black Iron; Authority over the Seventy-One Demon Gods (requires the death of the Wolf Demon God).]
"Hiss… good heavens, this reward is incredible. Never mind the Lunar Black Iron—clearly that's tied not to the Wolf Demon God, but to the Moon Demon God Aresga who backed him."
"But this authority over the Seventy-One Demon Gods… that is no simple thing. The Demon God Pillars are the source of these beings' strength. And when all seventy-two are united, they can unleash a sealing array rivaling creation itself!"
"If I truly master this… then things will become far more interesting. Many matters would become so much easier to handle."
As Ye Ling pondered, his eyes shifted to the battlefield ahead.
The Wolf Demon God, a demon clad in pure white fur, radiated a sharp and vicious aura. Though his pelt was white, it was stained with clotted crimson, remnants of past slaughter left uncleansed.
His hateful gaze now fixed on Ye Ling. The terrifying power of a ninth-rank being erupted from him, making every soul tremble. Both wolf demons and human knights ceased their battles, staring in dread at the Demon God.
"So strong!" That was everyone's first thought. To them, an eighth-stage peak's might was no different than that of a god.
Vast, unstoppable.
And the Wolf Demon God, filled with rancor, glared at Ye Ling. He knew his wolf demon army had failed—never killing even a single human, instead suffering losses in the thousands.
All of it, he believed, was Ye Ling's fault.
"You!" the Wolf Demon God bellowed from on high, his bloody maw gaping wide. "You will die! Today, you will pay with your life, buried alongside my fallen general and slaughtered wolf legions!"
At these words, countless humans turned pale. Fear gnawed at their hearts. Could Ye Ling really withstand such might? They doubted even themselves.
Instructor Balza wanted desperately to rush forward, to add his meager strength to Ye Ling's, for he believed Ye Ling was destined to become not only the savior of the Knight's Temple, but of all humanity.
But under the crushing pressure, he could not even stand. His legs had gone weak. It was not cowardice—it was weakness. He did not fear death; he only feared being powerless to change what stood before him.
"You think you can kill me?" Ye Ling asked calmly.
"Try me!"
The Wolf Demon God froze for a moment. Was this boy truly so composed?
"Then let's make a wager. If you fail to kill me, I'll take your Demon God Crystal Core and toss it into a latrine. Let you savor the taste of that." Ye Ling laughed loudly, clearly mocking and provoking him.
"Insolent wretch!"
The Wolf Demon God threw back his head and howled, lunging toward Ye Ling. Yes, he had seen Ye Ling wield Radiant-grade equipment before—but what of it?
To him, Radiant-grade equipment could be withstood. In his fury, even Radiant treasures were nothing more than sturdier scraps of metal!
Thinking thus, his claw swept down toward Ye Ling.
Yet Ye Ling showed no fear. He only stood calmly, gaze steady and composed, leaving all who watched utterly speechless.
Everyone thought Ye Ling only wanted a dignified death. But Cai'er understood his thoughts and the true source of his confidence.
Just as the Wolf Demon God closed within ten meters of Ye Ling, the clouds above suddenly split. From within the heavens burst a blazing golden radiance. A colossal sword, dazzling and overflowing with terrifying might, pierced down from the skies, its brilliance shaking the battlefield.
Sensing it, the Wolf Demon God froze. He dared not advance further, instead channeling all his essence into defense. Yet even so, the impact hurled him back hundreds of meters, leaving him helpless until the sword finally withdrew.
A moment later, a figure appeared high above. A middle-aged man, stern-faced and awe-inspiring, gripped the shining greatsword. Murderous intent surged from him like a war god descending upon the world, making all who gazed upon him tremble with fear.
"Just seventy-one Demon Gods, and you dare trespass into human lands? You truly overestimate yourselves!" Long Xingyu roared, his voice rolling like thunder. His aura bore down, pressing the Wolf Demon God into stillness.
Yet the Demon God would not yield in spirit.
"Who are you?!" he bellowed. "How can you wield such terrifying strength? Could it be—you are a ninth-rank powerhouse?"
His teeth ground together. As an eighth-rank peak Demon God, few of his kind feared him. For him to be so thoroughly suppressed… only a ninth-rank human could do this. And not an ordinary one either.
Panic rippled through him. If his opponent was truly ninth rank, then Ye Ling could not be killed. Which meant… his own death was certain. His magic crystal, desecrated in some vile latrine? Unacceptable!
"No—I won't die here!"
"Who am I?" Long Xingyu answered his own question, eyes flashing. "Why don't you ask who among the knights today the demon race fears most?"
He spoke boldly, then cast a look toward Ye Ling, his gaze filled with helplessness. His eyes shifted further, landing on the wide-eyed Long Haochen. If he had already intervened, he could not simply depart quietly. Better to strike while the iron was hot!
Raising his greatsword high, Long Xingyu unleashed boundless radiance. The aura of slaughter and judgment exploded outward.
At his side, eighty-one steps of light manifested in the air, cold and imposing. Atop them shimmered a throne, as if awaiting his ascension.
Without hesitation, Long Xingyu strode upward. In the blink of an eye, he neared the highest steps.
Witnessing this, the Wolf Demon God's heart shook violently. He recognized the vision. "The Throne of Slaughter and Judgment… you are Long Xingyu!"
He knew the name well, had even crossed blades with him before. Even with other Demon Gods at his side, survival had been the best they could manage.
Now, with only himself present—what chance remained?
"Then I must seek hope in another way…" The Wolf Demon God's eyes turned toward Ye Ling. Long Xingyu had exposed himself for this youth—so Ye Ling must be important. Perhaps, just perhaps, that was the key to survival.
With a snarl, he launched forward again, his speed terrifying, closing hundreds of meters in an instant.
But was Ye Ling truly so easy to seize?
(End of Chapter)
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