God-Tier Villain

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

They weren’t even on the same level.

How is this demon so strong?

Wasn’t he supposed to be the weakest of all the Demon Venerables in the Endless Demonic Domain?

Thank goodness I was born with the Extreme Yin Holy Body, meaning as long as my soul doesn’t perish, my physical body won’t be destroyed. Otherwise, being pierced through the heart, I would already be dead.

A wave of lingering fear washed over Lysara.

She retreated rapidly, turning to look at the few remaining human cultivators, a tragic realization welling up in her heart.

"Soren, you were already a bloodthirsty maniac, and today you’ve slaughtered so many more cultivators. My human race will absolutely not let you get away with this!"

The more Soren thought about it, the angrier he got.

He chased after her and furiously slapped her face, with every slap, blood spilled from the corners of her mouth.

"You march onto my land to hunt me down, and you call yourselves innocent?"

"I call this self defense!"

"You pick on whoever looks weakest, you’re allowed to gang up and kill me, but I’m not allowed to strike back?"

"When you kill me, it’s eliminating demons and defending the Dao. When I kill you, it’s slaughtering the innocent?"

"Are you a bitch or what?"

With a muffled thud, Lysara suddenly contorted.

A tearing, agonizing pain erupted from her abdomen, completely twisting her breathtaking features.

She looked down to see that Soren had punched a hole straight through her stomach.

A bloody cavity was clearly visible, her internal organs largely shattered.

Lysara was already in a miserable state, but Soren had zero intention of letting her off.

A dense flurry of fists rained down like a raging storm, bombarding her mercilessly. Lysara screamed endlessly as blood sprayed constantly.

The remaining few thousand human cultivators were stupefied.

That was a human Empress, entirely reduced to a punching bag.

Every punch left a crater in her body. It was too brutal.

"I’m bored. This is like beating up a newbie, no fun at all." Soren shook his head and, with a final strike, snapped the Cold Moon Empress’s neck.

The freezing wind howled, the bloody rain drifted down, and the Ten Directions Mountain resembled a living purgatory on earth.

"Young master, I’m finished on my end too!" Arnold respectfully reported, having just skewered a group of cultivators to death with the pillar of fire from his cane.

"Me too!" Bruce smashed the final human cultivator with his hammer, nodded, and raised a hand in greeting.

The two walked over together, exchanged a glance, and bowed to the ground.

"Young master, you..."

Soren knew Arnold had many doubts, but he didn’t feel like explaining. "No need to ask."

"Yes. No matter what the young master does, this old servant will fully support you."

Bruce nodded. "Me too."

Soren’s gaze deepened as he looked toward the horizon dyed red with blood. "The human race cannot tolerate me, and the demon race ostracizes me. Then I will just build my own faction!"

"In this life, what I want is to be free and unfettered, bound by no restrictions, constrained by no one, and bullied by absolutely no one!"

"Those who forsake me, let them stay in the past! From now on, whoever provokes me, I’ll deal with them. Whether I’m righteous or evil, I am the one who decides!"

"Master is mighty and martial!"

"Me to... Master is mighty and martial!"

"What are Master’s plans now?" Arnold asked.

"Bring my mother back from the Great Demon Emperor’s side as soon as possible!"

Arnold and Bruce exchanged a look, clearly shocked to their cores.

"Young master, you absolutely must not be rash. With your current strength, you might not be a match for the Great Demon Emperor."

Arnold was putting it conservatively.

The disparity between a Lower-Tier Demon Emperor and an Upper-Tier Demon Emperor was like heaven and earth, going recklessly would only result in death.

Soren knew better than anyone what kind of power his cheap father possessed, but he had to go.

Who could endure their own mother being locked away and tortured in a reeking black water dungeon?

"I will obtain the World-Destroying Demonic Lotus as soon as possible!"

Hearing that name, Arnold stopped talking, though the worry on his face grew even heavier.

Bruce scratched his head, not quite understanding. "Why does Master want to take something so dangerous?"

Thanks to his inherited memories, Soren knew all about the World-Destroying Demonic Lotus.

"If I detonate the World-Destroying Demonic Lotus, the entire Endless Demonic Domain will be buried alongside me!"

"I’m not afraid to die, can the Great Demon Emperor say the same? Can his Demon Venerables? His legions?"

Although Bruce was simple-minded, he wasn’t an idiot, he seemed to understand.

The World-Destroying Demonic Lotus was an apocalyptic weapon, a terrifying object capable of intimidating the Great Demon Emperor.

Only by obtaining it could Soren bridge the gap in strength between him and his father.

In other words, he might never use it.

But he absolutely had to have it.

"The World-Destroying Demonic Lotus possesses the power to destroy the world. It is extremely dangerous. It has sat on the Ten Thousand Demons Cliff for a hundred and twenty thousand years, even the Great Demon Emperor cannot take it away."

"You..."

The corner of Soren’s mouth curled up. "No need to ask!"

"Clean up the corpses of these cultivators."

"Yes."

Arnold walked over to Lysara, who had died with her eyes open, and tapped her shoulder with his cane.

Suddenly, Lysara’s dilated pupils rapidly regained their luster.

Soren frowned and looked over, as a Lower-Tier Demon Emperor, he could clearly hear any disturbance within a hundred miles. Lysara’s heart had resumed beating, and it was beating stronger by the second.

"Young master, it is the Extreme Yin Holy Body, her soul will not perish, and her Dao body will not dissipate."

"Given time, her injuries will heal."

"Extracting the soul of an Emperor Realm powerhouse is not easy. It requires specific vessels and methods. I need time to prepare."

"There’s no need." Soren looked at Lysara, whose complexion was starting to recover, he raised his hand in the void, and her body levitated over to him.