Chương 167: The Life-Slaughter Demon Lord (Part 7)

Su Chen gazed at the revived Murong Family saint weapon—a pair of Golden Dragon Truncheons that emanated a terrifying dragon might. They had answered the call of the Murong Family's soul incantation, but with Murong Ying dead, the truncheons lost the guidance of the Murong bloodline and fell silent once more. The Murong Family's ancestor had been a remarkable figure. He had slain a pure-blooded Saint Dragon and forged its body into this saint weapon.

Fearing that his descendants might not be able to suppress the Golden Dragon Truncheons after his unexpected death, he had erased the weapon's spirit before passing away. Only those of Murong blood could awaken it. Su Chen glanced at Murong Ying's corpse. In his previous life, he had spent thousands of years comprehending demonic patterns. Although he had not fully mastered them, he had improved the Heaven Swallowing Earth Devouring Divine Art slightly on that foundation.

Several days later, Murong Ying's body vanished. Su Chen had seized the Murong Family bloodline and easily used it to take control of the Golden Dragon Truncheons—a powerful Saint King weapon. This would serve as his trump card, one that gave him the confidence to face the Life-Slaughter Saint King and Xiao Sha directly. He also looted every treasure within the entire Saint's ruins. Outside the ruins, far too many people were still waiting.

"Someone has come out!" Everyone turned their eyes toward the other side of the heavenly chasm.

"It's Murong Ying from the Flowing Cloud Sword Pavilion! He made it out!" The figure that emerged was naturally Su Chen. He had abandoned Xie An's identity and taken on Murong Ying's appearance." Murong Ying, hand over the Saint's inheritance! Perhaps we will spare your life!"

"That's right! If you don't surrender the inheritance today, don't even think about leaving this place!"

"…" Countless martial artists stared with burning greed. Why could people from the Flowing Cloud Sword Pavilion enter the Saint's ruins while they could not? Since that was the case, they would simply wait like hunters by a tree stump and rob whoever emerged with the opportunities.

'Murong Ying' showed fury on his face and roared, "You slaughtered my elders and killed my senior brothers and sisters, and now you want me to hand over the inheritance? Bah! Even if I, Murong Ying, die, I will never let you succeed!" The Saint King weapon, the Golden Dragon Truncheons, was summoned by 'Murong Ying'. Holy might transformed into a sacred dragon that swallowed the sun and moon with each breath. Countless martial artists died without even uttering a scream.

"It's a saint weapon—and a fully awakened one at that!" The crowd froze in shock before fleeing in panic. They had never expected 'Murong Ying' to possess a saint weapon, let alone one that could be awakened. This was far too terrifying. A Saint stood at the peak of the myriad races; even a mere weapon from such a being could dominate the universe! All thoughts of opportunities were thrown to the wind. Before a Saint, all were mere ants. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

'Murong Ying' had no intention of letting them escape. He raised the Golden Dragon Truncheons alone and pursued the fleeing cultivators. The moment he stepped out of the ancient star, the vast starry sky seemed to freeze. A giant hand holding countless stars descended, covering an entire continent. The escaping martial artists saw hope, and their faces lit up with joy.

"It's a Saint! A Saint has actually taken action! We are saved!" A Saint appeared in the starry sky and moved to block the Golden Dragon Truncheons. The power of a higher life level made all beings feel instinctive awe from the depths of their souls, compelling them to submit like ants gazing up at a god.

"Junior, this saint weapon carries too much killing intent. It is not something you can control. Allow me to safeguard it for you." The Saint reached out, intending to seize the Golden Dragon Truncheons. The weapon's light dimmed. Just as it was about to be taken away, 'Murong Ying' roared furiously, "Nonsense! You simply covet the inheritance of my Murong Family! I, Murong Ying, will definitely return one day and make you pay for this!" These words stunned countless martial artists.

This ant-like figure actually dared to threaten a Saint! Killing intent blazed in the Saint's eyes as he prepared to exterminate Murong Ying. At that critical moment, the previously dim Golden Dragon Truncheons erupted with holy might once more. They directly carried 'Murong Ying' away. Seeing this, the Saint immediately gave chase. The starry sky returned to silence. … Eternal World.

After annihilating the Northern Dawn Empire, Xiao Sha soared straight into the top three of the Heavenly Pride Ranking, shocking the entire Eternal World. Everyone now knew that the fourth young master of the Xiao Family, Xiao Sha, was the true hidden dragon of the clan.

"In this life, I have reversed the fate of the Xiao Family." Having made up for the regrets of his previous life, Xiao Sha felt extremely pleased. Yet he knew that although he was no longer the same person, he had now stepped onto a much larger stage—one where half his foot already rested above a ten-thousand-zhang abyss. Even though he had eliminated many geniuses and monsters who could threaten him, there were still powerful talents in this era capable of endangering him.

Xiao Sha refused to repeat the mistakes of his last life and had no choice but to keep moving forward.

"The ruins of the Murong Family ancestor should be opening soon. Murong Ying will obtain the inheritance inside. I remember that in my previous life, he relied on that very inheritance to rise rapidly and become one of the Saints of this era!" Xiao Sha had planted many hidden pieces. Numerous future powerhouses had already been subdued by him, serving as his trump cards for the road to Emperorhood. Murong Ying, whether in talent or destiny, ranked among the very top across the myriad races of this era.

Just as Xiao Sha was contemplating how best to use Murong Ying as a chess piece to stir up greater storms and reap more benefits, he received grim news.

"Murong Ying… is dead?" Xiao Sha's expression turned extremely ugly. Murong Ying—the one he had placed high hopes on, the one who was supposed to become his left and right arm in the future—had actually died! Furious, Xiao Sha vowed to investigate the full story and make whoever killed Murong Ying pay the price. Soon, he learned the details. Murong Ying had indeed entered the ruins of his family's ancestor and walked out alive. Everything had gone according to his previous life's memories.

Murong Ying had used the sacred weapon to slaughter in all directions. But then… a Saint had intervened! First Cheng Wu had died unexpectedly, and now Murong Ying had met with an accident and been killed by a Saint. These events had completely slipped out of Xiao Sha's control.

"Good… very good, Dragon Lizard Clan Saint!" Xiao Sha put on his mask and transformed into Young Master Wusheng. He would make the entire Dragon Lizard Clan bear the full weight of his wrath. Several months later. The Dragon Lizard Clan was wiped out. Even their Saint perished, his Dao extinguished. Not a single clansman escaped. The incident sent shockwaves across the world, filling countless beings with terror. A powerful race protected by a Saint had vanished overnight.

Investigation soon revealed that the Killing God Hall was behind it, acting on orders from Young Master Wusheng himself.

"Why would the Dragon Lizard Clan offend Young Master Wusheng of the Killing God Hall?" Some were puzzled. Before long, others connected it to a major event from half a year earlier. The Dragon Lizard Clan Saint had tried to seize the inheritance of the Murong Family ancestor and attacked Murong Ying… Could Murong Ying have been one of Young Master Wusheng's people? Gasps rang out. Young Master Wusheng was terrifying beyond measure!