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Chapter 62: The Demon Palace Explodes

Ye Linyuan paused, realizing that Yin Buqi was asking about Jiang Niannian.

“Her…” Despite Tang Murou being by his side, Ye Linyuan couldn’t resist his twisted sense of humor, replying, “Any beautiful woman who enters my palace is naturally going to have an intense, unforgettable night with me.”

Hearing this, Yin Buqi’s grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles turning white with strain.

The air felt like a taut string ready to snap at any moment.

Seeing Yin Buqi’s reaction only fueled Ye Linyuan’s dark pleasure; he wanted to push Yin Buqi to the edge, to see him utterly enraged, defeated, and helpless.

“Miss Jiang and  Brother Yin are a true pair; how could you steal her away?”

Jiang Ziyou interjected, defending them.

Coal Ball that Jiang Ziyou was holding added with a bark, “Awoo! Awoo! Exactly! Shameless!”

Ye Linyuan scoffed.

“Fresh or rotten, it’s all meat to me.”

He continued, “That woman resisted at first, but after I got close, wasn’t she eager, throwing herself at me with such passion?”

“You must not have satisfied her,” he sneered, “or she wouldn’t have begged me to take her.”

Tang Murou struggled harder, her face streaked with tears.

“Ye Linyuan! You bastard!”

Jiang Niannian: That’s not true! He’s lying! He deserves a big slap!

Suddenly, a faint rustling sound filled the walls of the demon palace.

Ye Linyuan turned and saw massive vines surging toward him.

He quickly stepped back with Tang Murou in his arms, summoning a black scythe to slash through the vines.

More vines came sweeping in, but he cut them down without hesitation, scoffing, “Pathetic tricks.”

Tang Murou cried, “So you’re going after her while holding me? Ye Linyuan, you’re shameless!”

Jiang Ziyou looked at Yin Buqi’s bloodshot eyes and knew a storm was coming.

Ye Linyuan wasn’t done provoking, “Indeed, just moments ago, that woman and I… were locked in a passionate embrace.”

The moment his words landed, the energy around them changed drastically.

A flood of spiritual energy surged, shocking the cultivators present as it shattered several towering pillars within the demon palace.

Ye Linyuan, too, felt the impact, but Yin Buqi wasn’t quite yet on the level of Wen Shili back then.

Yin Buqi leaped forward, sword raised, charging at Ye Linyuan.

“Murou, stay calm. Let me deal with this nuisance, and then we can have our wedding night,” Ye Linyuan said as he released Tang Murou, a twisted joy mingling with his rage.

He was curious to see how far Yin Buqi would go in his fury.

As Yin Buqi’s crimson black iron sword clashed with Ye Linyuan’s black scythe, bursts of spiritual energy and demonic energy rippled out like waves.

The fight was fast and fierce, leaving no room for others to intervene.

After several rounds, Yin Buqi was clearly losing.

His clothes were soaked in blood, dripping onto the floor and staining it red.

Ye Linyuan laughed viciously, raising his scythe for another blow, “Prepare to die!”

The cultivators shouted, “Brother Yin!”

Jiang Niannian called out, “Buqi!”

Coal Ball cried, “Awoo!”

Yin Buqi’s eyes were bloodshot, his mind almost frenzied.

Blood trickled from his mouth, yet he glared at Ye Linyuan, a strange, twisted smile on his face.

In an instant, his upper clothes ignited in flames, burning away to reveal his pale skin, marked with a vivid red spider lily tattoo.

Beneath his skin, veins pulsed with a lava-like glow, as if they might burst at any moment.

Tang Murou’s eyes widened, thinking, “That tattoo!”

The black scythe froze mid-swing, as Ye Linyuan’s feet were bound by dozens of vines, not enough to hurt but enough to disrupt his bloodlust.

“Damn it!” He freed himself with his demonic energy but suddenly went pale.

The ground split open, and dozens of flaming pillars shot skyward, turning the once-dark sky above the demon palace a deep, bloody red.

For miles around, everything was bathed in an ominous crimson.

Ye Linyuan felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He could barely believe it and stared in horror, his eyes widening. “This is… the Underworld Hell Fire?!”

Who was this person?

“What’s going on?!”

“Run! The demon palace seems to be collapsing!”

“Run! Get out!”

Demons within the palace scrambled in panic, but the palace was enormous—there was nowhere to run.

“Ye Linyuan, save me!” Tang Murou screamed, clinging to him as the ground crumbled beneath her feet.

Ye Linyuan wrapped her in his arms, erecting a barrier of demonic energy.

In the chaos, vines wrapped tightly around everyone, shielding them.

As the world turned upside down, everything shattered!

The demon palace… exploded!

When the dust settled, the once-grand palace, stretching for miles, lay in ruins.

Dust hung thick in the air, and the place was a wasteland of blood and darkness.

Amidst it all stood a lone figure.

At some point, he had donned a blood-red robe, loosely draped over his shoulders, exposing his pale skin.

The vivid spider lily tattoo glowed as if alive.

With black hair flowing, he gazed around with blood-filled eyes, unreadable.

Barefoot, each step he took left a bloody flower blooming beneath his feet.

The spider lily.

Jiang Niannian crawled out of the wreckage, seeing Yin Buqi in this form.

Though he looked just like Yin Buqi, she felt he was somehow… different.

The cultivators emerged from the vines, staring in shock at the scene.

A childlike voice cried out from her wrist, “Waaah! So many of my vines broke! My poor, poor vines!”

Jiang Niannian comforted, “Don’t wail. They can regrow. Look at the demon lord—he’s lost his whole lair, far worse than you.”

The vine spirit sniffed, “…True.”

“My palace! You actually destroyed my palace… You’re dead!”

Ye Linyuan dispelled his barrier, trembling with fury, his eyes turning blood-red.

He started laughing madly, his face twisted with fury and madness.

Tang Murou squirmed out of his grasp, terrified, and ran toward the cultivators.

With a flash, Ye Linyuan transformed into a colossal nine-headed serpent, his massive body stretching endlessly.

“Demons, hear me—assemble!”

Giant demonic creatures came from all directions, filling the space.

They weren’t as massive as Ye Linyuan, but each was as tall as a house.

The stench of blood filled the air, and the ground was littered with human bones.

Ye Linyuan’s voice echoed darkly, “You’re dead, hahaha—I’m going to make sure you die without a trace!”

The cultivators went pale.

Tang Murou let out a shriek.

No matter how strong Yin Buqi was, he couldn’t fend off such a massive army of demons.

They were doomed.

Yin Buqi cast a glance at them, his eyes as cold as the eternal void, filled with a chilling, bone-deep frost.

His red robe billowed as he rose into the air.

Ye Linyuan sneered, “You think you can survive on your own? Laughable!”

“Go—devour him alive!”

Suddenly, sand and wind filled the air, swirling wildly.

“And what if he has me with him?”

Jiang Ziyou’s eyes brightened, jumping up and waving, “Master! Master! I’m here!”

A figure dressed in flowing white stood calmly in the wind, his wide sleeves billowing.

At the call, he turned his cool, handsome face slightly and nodded at Jiang Ziyou.

It was none other than their savior, Wen Shili.

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