Chapter 145: All Your Sins
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The giant axe cleaved Wang Ee-ee clean in two. Wang Ee-ee could no longer find his lower half.
Clearly, though the scene wasn't hellish, Wang Ee Ee fared no better than that great Demon Clan power.
Yet Wang Ee Ee, though alone without wife, children, or confidants, had ascended to the throne of the Sacred Domain Lord through sheer strength alone.
Undoubtedly, Wang Ee-Ee possessed formidable strength that could not be ignored.
Yet before the Dragon King, he still fell short.
Within the Demon Clan, there were indeed powerful beings capable of challenging the Dragon King.
It just so happened that this formidable being met his end under the combined suppression of Wang E E and fifteen others.
"Yu Lan, I told you to be careful…"
Yu Lan smiled, sticking out her tongue as if trying to brush it off.
"Husband, he's formidable! He won't die so easily!"
Truthfully, Yu Lan hadn't even had her fill yet. Wang Ee Ee simply didn't possess the strength to make her fight seriously.
For now, only Su Cheng could draw her into a serious fight!
Kicking Wang Ee-ee, now little more than a half-body, Yulan casually summoned his flying sword and pinned it to the ground.
"I bet he's dying to have a little chat with his husband right about now!"
Su Cheng curled his lips, conjuring an armchair from his jade pendant and seated himself three feet away.
Truth be told, he'd expected this Wang Ee-ee to have some skill. Even if he couldn't defeat Yu Lan, he should at least be able to exchange a few blows.
At the very least, he should have unleashed some skills, right?
But in reality, Wang Ee-ee didn't even get a chance to raise a hand. Forget skills—just blocking the attack was a struggle.
Su Cheng finally understood—it was a matter of level suppression.
Their clash bore little resemblance to a street brawl—no divine powers unleashed, no mystical arts flowing.
Instead, it was a straightforward, no-frills confrontation of bone-crunching blows—which only served to highlight the extraordinary prowess of both combatants.
It was like a duel between swordsmen, where victory hinged on the instant the blade was drawn. The rest was a contest of inner strength, every feint a prelude to the fatal strike.
Cultivators were no different. In a life-or-death showdown, Wang Ee-ee could only hope to evade every swing of Yu Lan's axe and find an opening to escape.
But clearly, his luck was running out.
"Wang Ee-ee, anything you wish to say now?"
It must be said, these Demon Clan powerhouses possessed something extraordinary—their lives were truly resilient.
"Who… exactly… are you people?"
Su Cheng smiled, exchanging another glance with Yu Lan. "Yu Lan, did you knock him out of his mind? Didn't we just introduce ourselves?"
Yu Lan remained silent, merely returning a smile to her husband.
Su Cheng decided against further teasing. "Ever heard of Lingxian Hall? I'm its leader—Su Cheng."
What an unfortunate coincidence!
Wang… uh… had actually heard of it. He'd once heard tales of a woman from a minor sect who, during the Ling Mountain Junior Martial Arts Tournament, had instantly defeated the Demon Clan's Lin Wolf with a single kick.
Her identity wasn't a secret either—a fox demon princess of the Northern Demon Clan, Ye Chenmeng, born with the innate allure of a fox demon king's bloodline.
After escaping the Northern Realm, she fled to the Southern Realm and found a master. Now, it seemed she was making waves among the younger generation.
"Heh, what was bound to happen eventually has happened."
"No need for me to elaborate further—this pleases me greatly." Su Cheng was genuinely satisfied with this turn of events. He truly had no desire to engage in idle chatter with Wang…
"This situation was long foreseen. I'm merely a passenger aboard a great ship. I have no regrets."
Su Cheng's fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest as he pondered for a moment.
"Wang… you know, whether human or demon, there's a limit to what anyone can endure."
"I've met many people, including those with fiery spirit and backbone. They all consider themselves tough, unafraid of life or death."
"But in truth, I've only seen one who could truly grit his teeth and endure. Do you think you'll be the second?"
Yu Lan leaned against a small tree nearby, watching Su Cheng from afar…
She truly fell in love~
My husband looks so dashing like this!
My husband has many sides to him, and he shows different attitudes toward different people.
To Yu Lan, he is her master, yet he feels more like a doting father to his child.
To her, he is her husband and her anchor. Though Su Cheng can be mischievous, he is utterly dependable.
To the heads and elders of various sects, he is both poised and graceful, possessing the refined elegance of a scholar and the cunning of a strategist.
Yet in this moment, the man before her seemed to embody the majestic presence of an emperor.
He wielded life and death like a judge of the underworld, gazed upon mortals with the detachment of a deity, yet cherished his disciples with a mother's tenderness.
For a young Dragon King, this was utterly devastating.
Though Wang Ee Ee's questioning was directed at him, the Dragon King seemed ready to lay everything bare?
Standing before this man, even adorned in splendid robes, he felt as if stripped bare. It was as though his very soul had been laid bare, leaving him with no secrets to hide.
Like a child, he dared not defy the adult's words.
"If you are a passenger aboard this vessel, then who is steering the ship?"
If Wang Ee-ee had shown some fear moments ago, now that he knew Su Cheng's identity, that fear vanished.
"Heh heh, Master Su misunderstands my meaning. Do not judge by my current predicament—you may not be able to overturn this ship."
Yu Lan also drew close to Su Cheng, a look of suspicion on his face. Wang Ee Ee's meaning was not difficult to discern.
"Chengcheng, Wang Eh-eh isn't a fool. He's likely being manipulated by someone behind the scenes."
Wang Eh-eh wasn't stupid. When Yu Lan revealed his strength, it wasn't hard to guess the outcome.
Now that it was clear the two had come seeking vengeance, their single-minded pursuit of death was unsurprising. Yet his words likely held deeper meaning.
Judging by his confident demeanor, he must firmly believe his backer wields immense power and ruthless tactics—a force not to be challenged head-on.
"It matters not. Have you not heard that summer insects cannot comprehend ice? He is no different from a frog in a well, viewing the sky. My mission is to eliminate those sixteen from years past and capture their backer alive."
"If he seeks death, how can I let him have it? My beloved disciple has languished in darkness for decades—all because of you! To kill him easily would never ease the hatred in my heart!"
Su Cheng, now empowered by his cultivation, rose to his feet. His long, crane-feathered robe fluttered lightly as he brushed it aside. His sleeves flowed with the grace of an immortal's technique, and streams of light overflowed from his spiritual platform, gathering in his hands.
The golden light coalesced into a crimson velvet pouch, known as the Posthuman Bag, also called the Human Seed Bag.
The version in Su Cheng's hands was a reforged, enhanced edition. He didn't know exactly where the enhancements lay, but the golden-jade exterior woven from crimson velvet silk was undeniably different from the plain white cloth pouch he remembered.
Even so, it was sufficient.
With a swirl of immortal magic, the red velvet pouch shot into the air. The bag, bound by jade beads and red cords, opened wide, unleashing a golden light that enveloped Wang Ee-ee.
Wang Ee Ee sensed immediate peril, but escape was impossible. Now little more than a broken shell, pinned to the ground, a peaceful end seemed a delusion.
Even as he clawed at the earth with his arms, struggling desperately, it was utterly futile.
The very blade that had been his constant companion for decades now sliced open his abdomen. Though he managed to crawl out half a foot, fate decreed otherwise. Swept up by the golden light, he was drawn back into the pouch.
After completing this, Su Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Yu Lan beside him, seeking to discern her attitude from her gaze.
"Yu Lan, what are you thinking?"
"Hm?" Yu Lan seemed somewhat lost in thought before snapping back to attention, offering Su Cheng a faint smile.
"Nothing."
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