Chapter 145 You Are the One Going to Hell

Seeing that the King Selection Assembly was about to turn into a battlefield, the demon officials all hurriedly evacuated the area.

Demon soldiers surrounded the outer perimeter of the palace, yet they stood at a loss, unable to offer assistance to either side, given that this was an internal royal conflict.

"Do not underestimate me."

A moonlight-like fluorescent glow shimmered around Gui Linying's entire body as six snow-white fox tails drifted behind her. A slender and straight demonic sword materialized in her hand, radiating a formidable and awe-inspiring aura.

"This is..."

Cheng Feng was momentarily startled before realization dawned upon him.

When he had previously searched online for information regarding monster lore, he had learned that monster-type entities possessed the ability of "Demonization."

Upon entering the state of demonization, they could unleash their true, unbridled combat strength as monsters.

"This is demonization."

Offering this brief explanation, Gui Linying thrust her light-blue demonic sword into the ground and tied up her long, snow-white hair into a spirited, high ponytail.

Fixing her aqua-blue eyes upon her distant older brother, she spoke to Cheng Feng and the others with a grave tone: "I will handle Shura. There ought to be a definitive conclusion between the two of us, settled by my own hands."

General Gui Zhuque chimed in, "At the Princess's command."

"Very well." Seeing the Princess's serious expression, Cheng Feng raised no further objections. "That tiger demon and I have a score to settle anyway. Once I finish it off, I'll come over to assist you."

"Right, please be careful," Gui Linying said heavily.

"Eliminate them!"

High up on the assembly's dais, Gui Shura took a deep breath and issued the order once more, laden with murderous intent, having officially resolved to cut down Gui Linying and her faction of obstacles.

Upon receiving the command, Gui Baihu bared its teeth, revealing chilling tiger fangs. Having long awaited this moment, it immediately charged forward, aiming straight for Cheng Feng.

"Watch how I tear you to shreds!"

It had regarded Cheng Feng as its prey from the very beginning. Failing to kill Cheng Feng last night had allowed him to survive until now, ultimately ruining this King Selection Assembly.

This failure stemmed entirely from its own dereliction of duty, stirring an unspeakable sense of humiliation within Gui Baihu, who now sought to slay Cheng Feng as swiftly as possible to redeem this mistake.

"Come on, then."

Cheng Feng entered combat mode, gripping the Chidori as he lowered his stance slightly. Cyan-white electric arcs crackled around the soles of his feet, and he instantly activated the "Thunder Shadow Step," flashing forward to meet Gui Baihu head-on.

Meanwhile, another demon general, Gui Xuanwu, fixed its gaze upon the Princess, shifting its form and launching a sudden, rapid charge.

As one of the Princess's personal guards, how could Gui Zhuque possibly allow it to succeed?

Blazing flames erupted over her entire body, shimmering with the visual effects of a possessed phoenix fire as she dashed forward, perfectly intercepting Gui Xuanwu's path.

Facing the menacing onslaught of Gui Xuanwu, Gui Zhuque unleashed her formidable demonic power and declared, "You shall not come near the Princess. Your opponent is me."

"Zhuque, have you a death wish?"

Gui Xuanwu stared at her, feeling a sense of helpless exasperation toward its former colleague.

Never had it imagined that a day would come when they would part ways, serving different masters and ultimately becoming enemies upon the battlefield.

"If you choose to stand in Gui Shura's camp, then we are enemies," Gui Zhuque said coldly.

Gui Xuanwu snorted, showing no trace of fear. "Since you insist on opposing me, then so be it... I have long desired to test my skills against you, to see who truly deserves to be the top dog among the Three Great Generals!"

"Then let us put it to the test."

A pair of wings unfurled behind Gui Zhuque, and her entire body transformed into a mass of pale-red phoenix fire, distorting the surrounding air with intense heat.

She soared into the air, shooting toward Gui Xuanwu like a rocket.

Following the outbreak of their skirmish, Gui Linying stared at her distant brother and decided to take the initiative.

She pulled the demonic sword from the ground, took a step forward, and instantly dissolved into a trail of aqua-blue afterimages, charging toward Gui Shura at blinding speed.

"You actually choose me as your opponent?"

Watching her approach, Gui Shura's expression turned grim, darkening to the point where it seemed water might drip from it. "Linying, it appears you fail to comprehend the disparity between us. How regrettable; allow me to send you to hell with my own hands."

"The one who is going to hell is you."

Mid-flight, Gui Linying swung her demonic sword with all her might. In response to her movement, a long and narrow slash of detached sword qi was cleaved into the air, shooting straight ahead.

"Whoosh!"

Three versus three!

The battle begins!

...

The distance between Cheng Feng and Gui Baihu closed rapidly.

"Go to hell!"

Gui Baihu's gaze sharpened viciously as a spiked club abruptly materialized in its grasp. Cutting through the air with a piercing, shrieking momentum, it smashed fiercely downward toward Cheng Feng.

The sheer pressure of this single blow felt as though it could crush him into a pulp of flesh and blood.

Facing the howling spiked club, Cheng Feng slashed out with the Chidori without a moment's hesitation, shattering the atmosphere.

The slender, spiritual blade of lightning violently collided with the massive spiked club.

"Clang!" With a deafening clash, a violent shockwave rippled outward from the point of impact.

The web of Gui Baihu's palm split open from the impact, and the immense shockwave transmitted through its arm, causing it to bare its teeth in agony as it was forced to stagger backward.

To its absolute shock, Gui Baihu realized that in a clash of pure physical strength, it was actually losing to this demon hunter.

How could this be?!

It was the strongest demon general in terms of raw physical might among the Three Great Generals; when it came to sheer strength, it had never lost to anyone.

Yet, to be defeated by a human was a fact Gui Baihu's pride could not accept, and a surge of incandescent rage flared within it.

They had parted ways for merely a single night—what on earth had transpired? Why had this demon hunter's strength skyrocketed to such an extent?

Clearly, this human had not been its match just last night.

Having repelled Gui Baihu, Cheng Feng gained a fresh understanding of his current capabilities.

Without even entering the [Spiritual Power Liberation] mode, his raw physical strength alone had already surpassed that of Gui Baihu, an arch-demon-level entity.

Having integrated the bloodline power into himself last night, all of Cheng Feng's supernatural abilities had jumped from Level 1 to Level 5.

Leaving aside the enhancement of his vampire constitution, upgrading [Super Strength] from Level 1 to Level 5 represented a qualitative leap forward.

"Damn you!"

Gui Baihu opened its jaws and unleashed a resounding, piercing roar, instantly firing a colorless, invisible sonic cannon straight from its mouth.

Employing his new ability, [Lightning Ray], Cheng Feng's eyes flashed with electric currents before he unleashed twin bolts of thunderous light.

"Boom!"

The searing thunder ray obliterated the invisible sonic cannon, maintaining its momentum as it struck directly toward Gui Baihu.

"What?!"

Startled, Gui Baihu hastily raised its spiked club horizontally to block, but under the destructive might of the thunder ray, the club was shattered into flying fragments.

Activating the [Invisibility] ability, Cheng Feng vanished from Gui Baihu's field of vision in an instant.

Simultaneously utilizing blood manipulation, he forged a spear of congealed blood beneath the cloak of invisibility and hurled it forward with a sharp whistle.

Unable to perceive Cheng Feng's location, Gui Baihu naturally failed to detect the incoming attack, taking the brunt of the stealthy blood spear's assault squarely in the chest.

The razor-sharp spearhead pierced straight into the skin of Gui Baihu's chest, drawing a copious amount of blood.

However, its outer defense was exceptionally formidable, halting the blood spear's penetration after it had sunk a mere two to three centimeters deep.

Before Gui Baihu could even register the wound on its chest, Cheng Feng remotely triggered [Blood Explosion], causing the blood spear to detonate instantly and blasting a ragged, mangled crater of flesh into Gui Baihu's torso.

Activating [Flash of Thunder], Cheng Feng adopted an iaido posture, his entire body glowing with blinding white lightning as his invisibility automatically dissolved.

"You—!"

Catching sight of Cheng Feng materializing out of thin air, Gui Baihu's eyes widened in horror. Anticipating the fatal blow, it found itself utterly powerless to resist.

Resembling a streak of jagged lightning, Cheng Feng executed a thunderous drawing slash, streaking past Gui Baihu's body to reappear standing directly behind it.

Gui Baihu has been defeated!

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Walking along the path, Shen Changqing exchanged nods and greetings with acquaintances he happened to encounter.

Yet, regardless of who they were,

no superfluous expressions lingered on anyone's face, as though they remained utterly apathetic toward everything around them.

To this,

Shen Changqing had long since grown accustomed.

For this was the Demon Suppression Division, an institution dedicated to maintaining stability within the Great Qin Empire, whose primary duty was the slaying of demons and anomalous entities, alongside a few secondary pursuits.

It could be said that

every single individual within the Demon Suppression Division had bloodstained hands.

When a person grows accustomed to witnessing life and death, a sense of apathy inevitably colors their view of many things.

Upon first arriving in this world, Shen Changqing had struggled to adapt, but over time, habit had taken hold.

The Demon Suppression Division was vast.

Those permitted to remain within its ranks were either formidable experts possessed of immense strength or individuals holding the potential to become such powerhouses.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter category.

Within the Demon Suppression Division, roles were divided into two distinct professions: Suppression Envoys and Demon Slaying Envoys.

Anyone who entered the Demon Suppression Division began at the lowest tier as a Demon Slaying Envoys,

thereafter climbing the ranks step by step with the ultimate aspiration of becoming a Suppression Envoy.

Shen Changqing's previous incarnation had been a probationary Demon Slaying Envoy within the Demon Suppression Division—the lowest rank among the slaying envoys.

Armed with the memories of his predecessor,

he was exceedingly familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

Without requiring much time, Shen Changqing halted his steps before a certain pavilion.

Unlike the rest of the Demon Suppression Division, which exuded an atmosphere of stern, murderous intent, this particular pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, radiating a tranquil aura wholly distinct from the blood-soaked surroundings.

At this moment, the pavilion's doors stood wide open, with individuals occasionally entering and exiting.

Pausing only for a fleeting moment of hesitation, Shen Changqing stepped across the threshold.

Upon entering the pavilion,

the atmosphere underwent an abrupt transformation.

A fragrance of ink mingled with a faint, underlying scent of blood drifted over him, causing his brow to knit instinctively before smoothing out just as quickly.

The scent of blood clinging to everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was a thing nearly impossible to wash away entirely.