Seizing Destiny From Heavens Hands

Chapter 339: Didn’t You Want to Awaken the Demon? I’ll Give You the Chance to Do It

Murong Zhen staggered backward repeatedly, his face filled with terror. “You… Who exactly are you?”

Shen Mo didn’t respond. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the center of the formation.

With just one glance, he could tell that the formation within the dungeon was the core of the Nine Nether Wraith Demon Formation, containing only sixty-four formation flags.

A large number of additional formation flags had been buried around Boyang City.

However, Shen Mo wasn’t concerned about these details. His true focus was on the pitch-black demonic energy at the formation’s center.

To his astonishment, the moment a wisp of black demonic energy appeared, his own being reacted to it.

It was as if a beast, long dormant and unfamiliar with the taste of flesh, had suddenly caught the scent of fresh blood and meat!

After a brief moment of sensing, Shen Mo realized that the reaction wasn’t coming from his body—but from his storage ring!

Probing into the ring, he was slightly taken aback.

“So, it’s you.”

In the corner of his storage ring, a piece of Lightning-Struck Wood shimmered with brilliance, pulsating with divine lightning!

Back when he had forged his Heaven-Tier Nascent Soul, he had drawn a trace of divine lightning from this very piece of wood.

Afterward, he had simply placed it in a corner of his storage ring.

Yet now, it was exhibiting a rare reaction!

“Divine lightning was born to suppress the demon race.”

“Even though this piece of Lightning-Struck Wood contains only a single strand of divine lightning, it instinctively responded upon encountering demonic energy!”

Shen Mo’s face lit up with joy.

“You… What exactly are you?!” Murong Zhen continued to retreat, his expression filled with fear—deep, overwhelming fear.

Yet deep within his eyes, a dangerous glint flickered.

After retreating a few steps, he suddenly let out a strange laugh and absorbed that wisp of demonic energy into his body.

“Hahahahaha!”

“Another wisp of demonic energy!”

“This is enough! More than enough! I’ve already reached the pinnacle of the King Realm—now, I can break through to the Emperor Realm!”

Murong Zhen’s skin suddenly turned a deep purple-black, losing all trace of normal coloration.

His joints began writhing, and a moment later, dense, purple-black scales emerged, covering his joints like armor.

All over his body, bulging tumors surfaced, wriggling as if something was crawling beneath them, pulsating frantically while radiating intense heat.

At that moment, Murong Zhen’s body expanded at an alarming rate.

In just a few breaths, he had already surpassed his former limits.

His skin split open as his flesh swelled—

A larger, more terrifying form emerged before Shen Mo.

He now stood over twenty feet tall, like a towering purple-black giant.

Yet his entire body was an eerie fusion of scales and tumors, an abomination that defied nature.

“Infinite… limitless power!”

“This is the might of a Demon Emperor!”

Murong Zhen threw his head back and laughed maniacally.

Taking a deep breath, he seemed to revel in the absolute peak of strength, as if he had touched the limits of heaven and earth.

After his laughter subsided, he lowered his gaze toward Shen Mo.

But now, there was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

Only contempt remained.

As if he were looking at an insignificant insect—a mere ant.

“Killing you now would be as effortless as crushing an ant.”

“Your biggest mistake was not killing me the moment you had the chance.”

Murong Zhen pointed at Shen Mo, his voice hoarse but filled with twisted satisfaction.

Shen Mo merely smiled faintly. “I didn’t kill you because I was waiting for something more important.”

“As for you… you’re nothing more than a minor footnote before I achieve my goal.”

Murong Zhen’s gaze turned frigid. Shen Mo’s calm and indifferent expression had clearly infuriated him.

He had become so powerful, he had ascended to the Demon Emperor Realm.

Killing a Nascent Soul cultivator should be as easy as crushing an insect.

Yet the human cultivator before him showed not a hint of fear.

If that was the case, then he would make him understand what it meant to face the terror of a Demon Emperor!

“Die!”

Murong Zhen extended his massive hand.

Demonic energy surged wildly.

It was as if countless wailing spirits and vengeful ghosts had been unleashed, lunging toward Shen Mo with overwhelming malice.

Even the corpse of Zhang Peng, lying on the ground, was instantly consumed by the demonic energy.

His blood and life force were devoured in a heartbeat.

In the blink of an eye—

He had been reduced to a gruesome, shriveled husk!

“What spirit energy? What blood energy? They’re all inferior forces!”

“Demonic energy is the strongest power in the world!”

Murong Zhen’s crazed laughter echoed as he envisioned Shen Mo’s inevitable demise.@@novelbin@@

Shen Mo grew interested.

Although he had never encountered demonic energy before, he could already sense its immense power from the current scene.

But was it truly as Murong Zhen claimed? That spiritual energy and blood energy were inferior to demonic energy?

Shen Mo decided to test it.

He unsheathed the Yin-Yang Sword and suddenly slashed out a wave of gray Yin-Yang sword energy.

The sword energy surged forward like a tidal wave.

Such an attack was enough to instantly kill an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator on the spot.

However, when it struck the mass of raging demonic energy, it was as if oil had been poured onto a raging inferno!

In an instant, the demonic energy grew even thicker, wilder, and more menacing!

Shen Mo raised an eyebrow. He then activated his blood energy, condensing it into a warblade and slashing down fiercely.

Just like before, the blood-energy weapon was swiftly devoured by the demonic energy and dispersed into nothingness.

"Hahaha, futile struggles!"

"I already told you—before demonic energy, spiritual energy and blood energy are nothing but trash, inferior forces!"

"Still, I must admit—being able to cultivate both spiritual and blood energy techniques while reaching the Nascent Soul stage means you must be an exceptional genius from another province."

"To die at the hands of a Demon Emperor is your greatest honor!"

Murong Zhen laughed heartily, his face full of arrogance and pleasure.

Shen Mo pondered.

He had just conducted a simple experiment.

When spiritual energy techniques struck the demonic energy, half of their power was absorbed.

Blood energy techniques were even more severely suppressed, with nearly seventy percent of their power being nullified.

However, this did not mean that demonic energy was unbreakable.

As long as one's spiritual energy and blood energy were abundant, the remaining power of an attack could still overwhelm and destroy the opposing force.

"Stranger, it's time for you to die!"

Murong Zhen let out a twisted laugh and lunged forward.

The vengeful spirits and wraiths formed by demonic energy shrieked as they rushed straight toward Shen Mo’s mind, as if aiming to shred his consciousness into countless fragments.

"Divine Lightning!"

Shen Mo flipped his palm, revealing a blackened tree branch, about the length of a forearm.

Golden lightning crackled violently across its surface.

Crackle!

Each time the golden lightning flickered, the very space around it trembled.

It was as if this world could barely contain the wrath of divine judgment.

The moment the divine lightning appeared, Murong Zhen’s eyes widened in shock.

He did not know what it was.

But from that tiny, thinner-than-a-strand-of-hair golden lightning, he could feel an immense, suffocating pressure.

Somewhere deep inside him, a voice screamed in warning—

Stay away! Stay away!

You are no match for it.

It is our mortal enemy.

"The one who should be on his way is you."

Shen Mo’s expression remained unchanged as he raised the Lightning-Struck Wood high and charged forward, accelerating toward Murong Zhen instead.

Boom!

Wherever he passed, the demonic energy was instantly obliterated by divine lightning.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Mo appeared directly before Murong Zhen.

The golden lightning pierced straight through Murong Zhen’s heart.

Murong Zhen’s expression froze.

In the next moment—

His entire body exploded like an overripe watermelon!

Countless pieces of purple-black flesh splattered across the dungeon, scattering everywhere.

His dark, corrupted blood sprayed in all directions, corroding the ground into a shattered mess.

Thud.

Murong Zhen’s severed head rolled away from his disintegrated body, only to be caught in Shen Mo’s single-handed grip.

"Why… why didn’t you kill me…?"

Murong Zhen struggled to speak, his voice weak, his thoughts in turmoil.

He couldn't understand.

His opponent had deliberately twisted off his head, saving him from being annihilated by divine lightning.

"You wanted to awaken the demon, didn’t you?"

"I’ll give you the chance. Go ahead and wake it up."

With that, Shen Mo casually tossed Murong Zhen’s head into the formation’s core and spoke indifferently.

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