Mo Yifeng, a once-in-a-century genius, mastered the fifteenth level of the eighteen-layered demonic arts at the tender age of eighteen. With ruthless and iron-fisted methods, he subdued both the righteous and demonic factions, defeating powerful adversaries and ascending to become the youngest Demon King in the history of the Demon Sect! Since taking the throne, the name Mo Yifeng has faded, and now the world knows him only as the "Demon King"!
On a night cloaked in rippling darkness, the Demon King stood atop the headquarters, silently gazing at the moon. The moonlight bathed him, enhancing his devilish charm. His tall, imposing figure, slender and elegant fingers, and a pair of mesmerizing eyes that could ensnare anyone who gazed into them, paired with a wicked smirk, a head of flowing silver hair cascading over his shoulders, and crescent-shaped earrings dangling from his ears—all radiated an irresistible allure. No girl could possibly resist his charm.
Suddenly, a figure appeared behind the Demon King, kneeling on one knee and reporting, "We've located their position, Your Majesty. You may act at any time." The Demon King turned, looking down at her with an air of supremacy. He gently patted her head and said, "Phantom, you've worked hard." Though his words were simple, to Phantom, they were the greatest reward. Phantom raised her head, her cheeks flushed, and said, "It's not tiring at all. For Your Majesty, no task is too exhausting." The Demon King reached out, pulling her to her feet. He gazed into her large eyes, delicate nose, petite mouth, and rosy cheeks—so captivatingly beautiful. Lifting her chin with his finger, he looked into her eyes and said, "You are mine." Before Phantom could react, he kissed her passionately, pressing himself against her.
In her heart, Phantom thought, "Hmph, he always pins the blame on me, but I'm secretly delighted." The Demon King held her tightly, as if trying to meld her into his body. His tongue parted her lips, entwining with hers as they devoured each other, savoring the moment.
After a long while, their lips parted. The Demon King gazed at Phantom's even rosier cheeks and swollen lips as she panted. He grinned and said, "So sweet. Is your mouth made of honey, little Phantom? Truly unforgettable." Phantom blushed deeper, burying her face in his broad chest, and mumbled, "Your Majesty, you're so mean. You take advantage and still tease me." The Demon King inhaled deeply, savoring her scent, and said, "Once I've dealt with those vermin, I'll return and pamper you so thoroughly you won't leave bed for days." Phantom looked up, blinking playfully, and said, "Then you'd better hurry back. I'll be waiting!" The Demon King suppressed his urges, kissed her forehead, and said, "I'll be back soon." He turned and left. Watching his departing figure, Phantom thought, "Your Majesty, you must return safely."
The Demon King arrived at the location Phantom had specified, adjusting his state to its peak, reverting to his cold, ruthless persona—completely different from the man with Phantom. Smirking eerily at the seemingly empty area, he thought, "If you won't come out, I'll force you out. Hmph!" He unleashed his demonic power, invoking one of the Demon Sect's ultimate techniques, the Heavenly Demon Sound. Piercing waves of sound rippled outward, and screams soon echoed from the once-empty space. Figures leaped out, glaring at him with fury. The Demon King casually crossed his arms and said, "You lot are truly foolish. Knowing I'm here, you still didn't come out to greet me. You forced me to drag you out." A middle-aged man, seemingly their leader, stepped forward and said, "Demon, what do you want? We've already avoided you. What more do you want?" The Demon King grinned and replied, "Nothing much. I just want to kill you all so I can sleep soundly. I don't like the idea of people plotting against me while I rest." The man's eyes widened as he shouted, "Don't push us too far! If you drive us to desperation, you'll regret it!"
The Demon King laughed. "Regret? I don't know the meaning of the word. Today, you all die here." Without another word, he charged, striking first. In an instant, he reached an old man, landing a punch before the man could react. The blow sent him flying, his fate sealed without needing a glance. The others reacted, assuming battle stances. The righteous faction's leader shouted, "Today, either this demon dies, or we do! Charge!" The Demon King sneered, "Overestimating yourselves." He channeled his demonic power, infusing five layers of energy into his hands. As they closed in, he unleashed the Heavenly Demon Palm. Blood-red palm imprints surged forward, obliterating those in front without a chance to dodge. The survivors surrounded him, attacking relentlessly. He raised the Heavenly Demon Wall to block their assaults, both sides locked in a battle of inner energy—whichever side faltered first would fall.
As he held the wall, he thought, "This isn't the outcome I wanted. If this drags on, I'm finished." Just then, a palm strike came from behind. Realizing the danger, he knew a direct hit would be fatal. He diverted one hand to block it, causing the Heavenly Demon Wall on his left to collapse. Attacks rained down on him. The impact threw him back several meters, his body churning with blood as he spat out several mouthfuls. With an icy glare, he said, "It's been a while since I've been injured. Thanks to you." The air grew colder. The righteous leader shouted, "The demon's wounded! Don't let him recover! Keep attacking!"
The Demon King stared coldly and said, "You think you've gained the upper hand? Hmph." He summoned his full demonic power, clashing with them. Their numbers dwindled until only five remained. He was heavily injured, but so were they. Feigning composure, he taunted, "What's wrong? Can you keep up? I'm not done playing yet. You'd better entertain me!" They knew they were at their limit. The righteous leader said, "We five won't survive, but for our descendants, we'll take you down, demon!" They burned their remaining life force to boost their power. The Demon King cursed inwardly, "I meant to crush their morale, but I've driven them mad." He said coldly, "Good. This is what I wanted." Not daring to underestimate them, he gathered his remaining demonic energy and charged. The righteous leader met him head-on, their palms clashing with immense force. The other four channeled their energy into the leader, amplifying his power. The Demon King knew he'd die if this continued. The surrounding area collapsed under the force of their clash.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "Even if I die, I'll drag the rest of you with me. Did you think I didn't notice those hiding in the forest?" The five paled, shouting, "Don't even think about it!" They accelerated their energy output.
Summoning every ounce of his flesh and bone, the Demon King unleashed the ultimate demonic technique. As he uttered, "Heavenly Demon Disintegration," their faces filled with despair, shouting, "Run!"
He laughed, "Too late. You're not escaping." In his heart, he whispered, "Phantom, farewell."
A deafening explosion followed, a blinding light engulfing the sky. Phantom, dressed in provocative attire, waited for the Demon King, but he would never return. Seeing the light in the sky, she knew what had happened. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, "You lied! You said you'd come back soon! You lied!" She cried out, "Without you, my life has no meaning. I'm coming to join you." She plunged a long blade into her chest.