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Before he finished speaking, the boy had already shot out like an arrow.
In a split second, he grabbed the man by the back of his collar and yanked him backward.
Almost simultaneously, the wolf demon's giant fist, as large as a fan, came crashing down with a foul stench, its gray-brown mane standing on end.
The wooden sword was hastily held horizontally in front of him, and the moment the fist and sword collided, the buzzing sound was so loud it hurt his eardrums.
The boy felt a tremendous force surge through his body along the sword, causing his tiger's mouth to split open instantly, and blood to flow down the hilt of the sword.
He was sent flying backwards, his back slamming heavily against the stone wall.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, dark red droplets splashing onto the mask on his face, winding down the edges of the mask and staining the originally simple patterns a ferocious red.
The man who had been pushed away got up and rushed to his side, his voice filled with regretful sobs.
"Are you alright? I'm the one who dragged you down. It's all my fault for being impulsive. I'm so sorry!"
"sorry!"
"Ha ha ha ha--"
The wolf demon's shrill laughter rang out as he cracked his knuckles, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over the crowd on the ground.
"See that? These useless people will only drag you down! It's survival of the fittest, the weak should die, that's just the way it is!"
"You fart!"
The boy suddenly looked up, his gaze beneath the mask sharp as a sword.
He slowly stood up, supporting himself on the sword. A resolute smile curved his blood-stained lips, and though his voice was breathless, each word was firm and resounding.
"Fuck you, you weaklings deserve to die!"
"Why should they die?!"
"They are also living, breathing beings with their own thoughts, their own lives to live, and families to protect!"
His voice suddenly rose, “They work from sunrise to sunset, irrigating the fields with their sweat and supporting their families with their own hands.”
"We will lend a helping hand to our neighbors when they are in trouble, and we will share our meager food supplies with those who need them more!"
"They bring warmth to those around them through their own efforts, so why should they be defined as 'deserving to die' by people like you?"
He paused, then his gaze suddenly locked onto the wolf demon, filled with mockery.
"And you! You think you're strong just because you have some cultivation, and you flaunt your power in front of mortals. But when you encounter a real cultivator, don't you kneel down and beg for mercy like a dog?"
“You are of no use to anyone, not even as good as these mortals you look down on—at least he,” the boy pointed to the man beside him who was gripping the handle of a hoe.
"You dare to pick up a weapon and fight back? You're just a piece of trash who only knows how to bully the weak!"
"You're courting death!" The wolf demon was struck where it hurt and became enraged. He bared his sharp fangs and his demonic aura surged.
"I think you were confused by that punch just now. Today I'll let you die knowing why!"
"Hahahaha-"
The boy laughed heartily, his laughter filled with candor.
He gripped the sword tightly, its tip trembling slightly, yet it remained firmly pointed at the wolf demon.
"I've never been so clear-headed!"
"The moment I blocked your punch, I knew more clearly than ever before that the meaning of my life is to protect these people whom you regard as 'trash'."
"The path I choose to take is to slay all of you evil spirits who bully the weak!"
"I'm going to make you understand that all life has meaning, and you bastards have no right to decide the life or death of others!"
He took a deep breath, the pain from the wound in his chest only making his eyes more determined.
Even if it means I have to live here today, I will save them and I will also cut you down with my sword!
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy stomped his feet on the ground and charged towards the wolf demon like an arrow. The sword blade, carrying the boy's determination, drew a dazzling cold light.
A deafening explosion suddenly erupted.
A dazzling white light suddenly flashed in front of the boy.
Like thunder and torrents, it slashed out with a roar along the sword.
The sword wind swept across the ground, stirring up dust and gravel, even plowing a deep furrow into the solid earth beneath their feet.
Even more astonishingly, the thick stone wall above his head was cleaved open by the force of the sword, and the cracks extended from the boy's head into the depths of the cave, spreading like a spider web.
The bright moonlight poured down through the crack, casting a silvery-white band of light on the ground, which perfectly enveloped the boy's blood-stained figure.
The wolf demon didn't even have time to react, nor did it utter a single scream before its massive body was instantly annihilated in the sword light.
Its grayish-brown fur, sharp fangs, surging demonic aura, along with its previous arrogance and violence, were all reduced to ashes by this one sword strike.
It dissipated into the air, leaving only a very faint fishy smell, which was quickly dispelled by the moonlight.
In the dead silence, a bell slowly rang out.
"Jingle Bell…"
Chapter 132 Ants
The air seemed to freeze the moment the terrifying pressure descended.
The two blue-faced, fanged monsters trembled all over, the hard armor on the back of the leading monster cracked, and the pig demon's fat body collapsed into a lump of flesh.
The demons felt as if all the air in their lungs had been squeezed out, and their souls would be torn to pieces in the next moment, leading to their death.
The wind whipped sand against his face, and the wildly dancing white-clad figure resembled the Grim Reaper.
The gleaming sword reflected the sand, so bright that the two blue-faced, fanged monsters squinted, and the leader monster's hand, gripping the bone knife, trembled.
The sword strike, which nearly cleaved the entire region in two, terrified several monsters into remaining motionless.
"So...so strong..."
The monster on the left, with its blue face and fangs, had its tongue curled up, and its voice trembled and stuck together.
"A demon...a demon emperor?!"
The blue-faced, fanged monster on the right stared wide-eyed.
"How is this possible?! A human... the Demon Emperor..."
The pig demon raised its head slightly from the sand, its fat face scrunched up, its voice muffled in the sand.
"That's Mu Qinghan! He really is the Demon Emperor!"
"How is this possible? How is this possible?!"
"How could he possibly be the Demon Emperor?!"
"Why is he here?! Didn't those great demon kings stop him?"
Where is Fan Yunfei?
"Didn't he stop it?"
"Wasn't he supposed to be protecting our Western Regions?!"
The leading monster suddenly roared, its hard armor splintering with spikes, yet it didn't even have the courage to look at Mu Qinghan.
Mu Qinghan walked slowly to the group of demons, his white shoes making no sound as he stepped on the sand.
Suddenly, the blue-faced, fanged monster on the left leaped up, its blue face turning purple, and its fangs aimed at Mu Qinghan's neck.
"There's a flaw! Die!"
His tusks, reeking of blood, stabbed towards the boar demon, who let out a yelp in fright.
Mu Qinghan slightly raised his hand, and the moment his fingertips moved, the blue-faced, fanged monster suddenly froze in mid-air.
His eyes were so wide they almost burst out of their sockets, his pale face turned white instantly, and his limbs twisted at an angle like a pretzel, his joints making a piercing "crackling" sound.
With a crisp crack mixed with the muffled sound of flesh being squeezed, the blue-faced, fanged monster was crushed into a sticky, half-meter-long ball of flesh, which rolled "glug" to the pig demon's feet.
"Ahhh!"
The pig demon was so frightened that its fat trembled like waves, and it didn't even dare to dodge.
As the footsteps approached, the demons trembled like leaves, watching the white-clad figure walk towards them like a shadow.
"To flee is to die."
"To resist is to die."
"Understood?"
Mu Qinghan's voice was as calm as the wind, yet it sent another chill down the spines of the demons.
"I...I understand."
Several demons huddled together, their voices barely audible, like the hum of mosquitoes.
"Your head is held too high, kneel down..."
The pig demon subconsciously raised its fat head, met Mu Qinghan's eyes, and instantly slammed its head back into the sand.
"I'll let you..." Mu Qinghan's voice suddenly turned cold.
"Kneel down!"
As soon as those two words were spoken, a heavy pressure slammed down, and the demons all knelt down with a "plop".
The pig demon's knees sank into the sand, and the blue-faced, tusked monster on the right broke its tusks from the impact, but neither dared to utter a sound, their heads pressed firmly against the sand.
The demon leader's head slammed heavily into the ground, blood gushing out.
"How dare you! Mu Qinghan, don't you humans always talk about morality? How can you call this humiliation of us moral?!"
The demon leader suddenly raised his head, his blue face turning purple, and his fangs clenched so tightly they made a "crunching" sound.
Even though it was trembling under the oppressive force, its dignity as the leader of its tribe could not be trampled on like this.
But before he could finish speaking, Mu Qinghan's hand had already gripped its neck like an iron clamp.
With a soft "click," the monster leader's massive body was lifted up with one hand, his toes leaving the sand.
His limbs kicked futilely, making even breathing difficult, and he could only manage muffled "hoarse" sounds from his throat.