Seizing Destiny From Heavens Hands

Chapter 338: I Went Through Some Trouble to Keep You from Escaping

Deep within the Boyang City prison…

A vast open space had been cleared.

Sixty-four blue-black formation flags were planted in the ground.

Two figures stood silently in the center.

One was an elderly man dressed in luxurious robes, his face lined with age.

The other was in tattered clothing, humanoid in form but with strange tumors and scales growing on his body.

His appearance was grotesquely unnatural.

Yet, both wore expressions of fervent devotion.

As if eagerly awaiting the descent of a divine presence.

Before long, a wisp of eerie, pitch-black energy surged out of the formation.

The two men’s eyes lit up with joy as they quickly extended their hands.

The dark energy split into two streams and seeped into their bodies through their arms.

Their faces contorted in sheer ecstasy.

As if, in that fleeting moment, they had experienced the greatest pleasure in existence.

Their bodies felt weightless, as though they could ascend to the heavens at any moment.

“Murong Zhen, I have lived for nine hundred and eighty years, and only now do I truly understand—demonic cultivation is the one true path! The power of demonic energy surpasses all, and the demon race… is the most supreme creation of all!”

The elderly man’s face twisted with frenzied excitement.

Murong Zhen let out a strange laugh. “Fifth Elder, it’s not too late to see the truth.”

“When the resentment and killing intent here erupt and engulf the entire city, we will harvest even more negative energy.”

“In less than an hour, Lord Demon Sovereign will awaken!”

“Then, we can finally discard these frail human bodies and fully embrace our transformation into the demon race!”

Tianhe Sect’s Fifth Elder, Zhang Peng, burst into delighted laughter. “Good! Good! Good! I’ve long wanted to cast off this decaying body!”

“If I cannot advance further in my cultivation, I won’t live more than five more years anyway!”

“The demon race… I will become one of them!”

“Kill!”

“I’ll kill you!”

“You stole my wife! I’ll tear you apart alive!”

The surrounding prison cells echoed with frenzied roars and the sounds of battle.

Blood splattered. Flesh collided.

Yet, despite their injuries, the prisoners continued to fight relentlessly.

As if they could no longer feel pain.

More and more resentment and killing intent surged from their bodies, pouring into the formation.

“Yes! This is it!”

Murong Zhen’s face lit up with joy. He immediately channeled his spiritual power to manipulate the formation flags.

With just a slight adjustment—

The immense resentment and killing intent that had been accumulating within the prison suddenly burst outward.

From above Boyang City, it would appear as though tangible demons were rampaging through the streets.

They infiltrated the mouths and noses of every person.

Driving them to continue their endless slaughter.

Inside the prison…

Tap. Tap.

Steady footsteps echoed.

A lone figure walked past the frenzied prisoners, approaching Murong Zhen and Zhang Peng.

Wherever he passed, the madness in the prisoners’ eyes suddenly dissipated.

Those with severe wounds collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

Those with lighter injuries shuddered in terror, retreating into the corners of their cells, too afraid to move.

The clamor of fighting and shouting gradually faded.

The once chaotic prison returned to silence.

Murong Zhen and Zhang Peng immediately noticed the anomaly and turned their gaze.

A figure in green robes stood before them.

He exuded the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

“I don’t recognize him. He’s not from Tianhe Sect,” Zhang Peng muttered, shaking his head.

Murong Zhen raised an eyebrow. “Must be some meddlesome Nascent Soul cultivator passing through.”

“Kill him. Fifth Elder, he’s yours.”

Zhang Peng let out a sinister laugh. “Perfect! I’ve been eager to test my strength after absorbing demonic energy!”

With that, he swung his fist and charged toward the green-robed figure.

He didn’t even bother using spiritual energy!

The green-robed figure—Shen Mo—stood motionless.

He did not immediately unleash his Divine Transformation cultivation. Instead, he deliberately suppressed his aura to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

In the predetermined fate, he had descended with the cultivation of a Divine Transformation expert. However, Murong Zhen was highly vigilant.

Sensing an aura he could not possibly contend with, he immediately activated a Minor Teleportation Talisman, vanishing to another location.

The awakening of the demon was left incomplete.

Naturally, the Nine Nether Ice Flame, meant to suppress the demon, never appeared.

Since Shen Mo already knew how fate was supposed to unfold, he would not repeat the same mistake. Instead, he deliberately suppressed his cultivation and feigned weakness.

This way, Murong Zhen wouldn’t flee.

“Interesting.”

Shen Mo noticed that Zhang Peng’s fist had suddenly ignited with a faint black flame.

That flame provoked an instinctive unease and revulsion.

It did not belong to this world.

It was neither a spiritual technique nor a Heavenly Flame.

Clearly, it was demonic energy.

Shen Mo extended his own fist, not utilizing spiritual power but instead summoning his blood essence.

In an instant, it was as if countless ancient giant elephants had emerged from the primordial wilderness.

Their hooves thundered across the earth.

Vital energy surged like a tidal wave.

At that moment, Shen Mo launched a sudden punch.

Boom!

Their fists collided.

A deafening explosion erupted.

The shockwave swept in all directions.

Several prison doors were blasted apart, reduced to splinters.

Murong Zhen instinctively raised an arm to shield himself from the blast.

He frowned in dissatisfaction. “Fifth Elder, don’t make such a scene, you—”

But before he could finish his sentence, the dust settled—

And Murong Zhen choked on his words.

He saw that Shen Mo still maintained his punching stance.

But Zhang Peng’s entire right arm had vanished.

Zhang Peng lowered his head in disbelief, only to find a gaping hole where his heart should have been.

His opponent’s arm was like solid steel, piercing straight through his chest.

“Your physique…”

Zhang Peng struggled to speak.

Shen Mo threw another punch.

The strength of a hundred ancient elephants exploded forth.

Zhang Peng’s head was obliterated.

His fleeing Nascent Soul was crushed in the same motion.

Zhang Peng had been a mid-stage Divine Transformation cultivator.

He had assumed that Shen Mo was merely at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

With his newly absorbed demonic energy, he had been too overconfident—choosing to fight with raw physical strength rather than spiritual power.

His entire body had been left vulnerable.

That was why Shen Mo had been able to eliminate him so decisively.

Had it been any other Divine Transformation cultivator, Zhang Peng would have at least been able to hold his own for a few exchanges.

Murong Zhen’s pupils contracted violently at the sight.

His instincts screamed at him to escape.

He immediately channeled spiritual power into the Minor Teleportation Talisman hidden in his right sleeve.

It was a precaution he always took—keeping a talisman concealed in his sleeve at all times.

Thanks to this, he had repeatedly evaded the encirclements of Tianhe Sect.

However, the moment he tried to lift his arm, he suddenly realized—

His right arm was gone.

His eyes darted down.

His arm had been severed cleanly at the root!

Only a bloody hole remained in his sleeve!

It was only then that searing pain finally struck him like a tidal wave.

At that moment, a calm voice drifted into his ears.

“You sure are timid.”

“Always so eager to run.”

“I went through some trouble to keep you from escaping.”

Shen Mo stood behind him, casually holding his severed right arm, speaking in an indifferent tone.

Murong Zhen’s pupils shrank to their absolute limit.

Who was this young man?

His strength was terrifying.

He had crushed Zhang Peng’s heart with a single punch and obliterated his Nascent Soul with a single grasp.

Two moves—

And in an instant, he had appeared behind Murong Zhen, severing his arm before he even had time to react!

What level of power was required to achieve such a feat?!

Since when did Jiangzhou produce such a monstrous figure?!

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