Chapter 40: The Demon Emperor Reborn (Fourth Update)

“Elder Mu, do you truly believe that your Southern Domain City alone can stand against so many forces?” Nalan Ruoshui shouted angrily.

“Nalan Ruoshui, your memory seems short. Did you forget about our Thousand Dragon Sect?” Zuo Xiangyu replied with a gentle smile. “With the Thousand Dragon Sect joining forces with Southern Domain City, sweeping you all aside will be effortless.”

His smile was cultured and refined—enough to make one want to slap it right off his face.

Nalan Ruoshui bit her lip hard, glaring at Zuo Xiangyu’s infuriating expression, her ample chest heaving with rage.

Zuo Xiangyu had confided in her before: once they joined forces, after entering the Tomb of the Demon Emperor, they would kill everyone inside. No one would suspect them; the world would only believe these people had fallen prey to the beasts of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Now, Zuo Xiangyu’s scheme could be enacted as planned.

What a vicious, insidious wretch!

At this moment, Bing Miaoguo’s heart soared with satisfaction. Back then, her father had risked everything to reveal the tomb’s location, and now, it was clear that his decision had been absolutely right.

With this, everything within the Demon Emperor’s stone coffin would fall into the hands of Southern Domain City and the Thousand Dragon Sect.

Even if they split the spoils evenly, it would still be a tremendous gain!

“Elder Mu, simply letting someone walk away is too generous for her,” Bing Miaoguo suddenly called coldly.

“Your Highness, I understand your meaning!”

Elder Mu’s figure blurred—he instantly appeared beside Bing Muer. Though Bing Muer had advanced her Frost Jade Technique to the ninth level, the gap between her and a top master like Elder Mu of Southern Domain City was still significant.

She had no time to evade; Elder Mu’s hand clamped around her throat.

It happened in a flash.

“Your Highness!” Elder Hua’s face twisted with fury. “Elder Mu, release her at once!”

Mu Wanqing, Huangfu Meng, Baili Song, and Nangong Ba were all stunned into silence.

“Elder Hua, you are nothing but a stray dog, unworthy to speak with me,” Elder Mu snapped, then turned his sinister gaze on Bing Muer. “Your Highness, there’s something strange about you. Despite a Heavenly Fire curse inside you, your Frost Jade Technique broke through to the ninth level in such a short time. Far too suspicious.

“You are an unpredictable variable. You must not be allowed to live!”

If they didn’t take this chance to kill her, she would surely become a great danger in the future!

“Elder Mu, you dog! If you dare harm her, I swear by the heavens I will stop at nothing to take your life!” Elder Hua bellowed, his aged body trembling with rage.

He had always been utterly loyal to her and would never allow any harm to befall her.

“Elder Mu, do it now—kill that wretch!” Bing Miaoguo shouted, her mood reaching new heights of delight.

That despicable girl was finally going to die—what bliss!

Elder Mu said nothing further. Murderous intent flashed in his cloudy eyes, and threads of black deathly smoke began to coil around his hand.

His entire arm quickly turned jet black.

“My heavens, that’s... the Demonic Shadow Hand! Legend says those killed by it are utterly annihilated, body and soul!”

Someone cried out in horror.

This was beyond cruel—not only would she be killed, but her very soul would be destroyed!

“You old bastard, stop!” Mu Wanqing screamed in desperation. “She is a close friend of Young Master Chen! If you dare harm her, Young Master Chen will make sure you die without a grave!”

“Young Master Chen?” Bing Miaoguo sneered from the sidelines. “And who is that? Her lover, perhaps? How ridiculous! Even if the Demon Emperor himself returned, he couldn’t save her today!

“Elder Hua, kill her now!”

Bing Muer remained silent, turning her gaze to lock on Bing Miaoguo.

This woman dared to insult Young Master Chen—calling him her lover—an unforgivable affront!

To insult Young Master Chen was to court death!

Her hand tightened around the painting scroll Chen Changsheng had once bestowed upon her.

But just then—

A deep rumbling echoed out.

The Demon Emperor’s stone coffin began to tremble.

At some point, a single drop of fresh blood had appeared on the coffin’s lid.

The blood trickled down, seeping into the carved runes, swiftly spreading until the densely etched inscriptions were all stained red.

In moments, the entire coffin had become a blood-soaked sarcophagus, its sinister aura sending chills down every spine.

A distinct sense of life began to emanate from within.

“What does this mean?” The crowd stood frozen, eyes fixed on the blood coffin, holding their breath, hearts pounding.

“Hmph!”

A cold grunt issued from within the blood coffin, as if someone long asleep was now slowly awakening.

A collective gasp shuddered through the onlookers. Every face blanched with terror; it felt as if the ground dropped away beneath their feet.

It was true.

Someone was awakening—no, resurrecting—within the blood coffin.

The Demon Emperor, buried for countless ages, was returning to life!

Madness beyond all belief!

“Damn it! The Tomb of the Demon Emperor was never meant to be disturbed!” Nalan Ruoshui’s body quivered as she spoke in horror.

She was witnessing the resurrection of the Demon Emperor—this was a calamity beyond hope.

What sort of terrifying existence was the Demon Emperor?

No one present was likely to leave here alive.

The so-called Tomb of the Demon Emperor was a trap, luring them all in to their doom.

“Why? Why has it come to this...?”

Bing Miaoguo murmured in despair, “Father revealed the tomb’s location for my sake, but why has it turned out like this...?”

She was utterly lost. She had hoped the tomb would bring her some great fortune.

Instead, she now faced the Demon Emperor’s return!

“This is a nightmare—the Demon Emperor really has come back to life!”

“Damn it, after all the suffering to reach the heart of the Ten Thousand Mountains in search of a sliver of immortal fate, not only did we fail, but we awakened the Demon Emperor.”

“In the ancient ages, the Demon Emperor was a force that dominated heaven and earth. Before him, what are we but ants? We’re finished!”

Panic erupted.

Run! Run!

All the major factions broke and ran in a frenzy.

Who would wait here to die?

But could they even escape?

With a thunderous crash, the blood coffin exploded, scattering fragments everywhere.

“Ha ha ha ha! At last, I have returned to the world!” A voice like a great bell boomed out, shaking every vein and artery, making their bodies feel as though they would burst.

A blood-red figure nearly two meters tall stood amid the shattered remains, exuding a presence unmatched under heaven and earth.

Supreme and unrivaled.

It was true—the Demon Emperor had returned!

Demonic energy surged to the heavens.

Three thousand strands of blood-red hair whipped around his head, growing rapidly, blotting out the sky, surging forward like a tidal wave of blood.

“No! Please—!”

Cries of terror broke out.

Before the Demon Emperor, they were as insignificant as ants.

Countless flying boats were smashed to powder by the sweep of his blood-red hair!

Countless cultivators were reduced to bloody pulp!

Not a bone remained!

The Demon Emperor reborn—bringing destruction beyond imagination, leaving no possibility of escape.

Those who survived shook uncontrollably, their faces ashen.

So many powerful cultivators—wiped out by a single toss of his hair!

Could this be real?