God-Tier Villain

Chapter 8: Chapter 8

"Soren... you... how dare you..."

Even dying, she didn’t understand.

How did he dare? Her marriage had been bestowed by the Grand Matriarch herself!

"A bitch with delusions of grandeur."

Soren pointed again, demonic energy gathered at his fingertip, and her corpse burst into red mist.

Killing intent flooded heaven and earth, his ink-black hair whipped wildly around him, he looked like a bloodthirsty Asura descended into the mortal world.

Killing a maid-born woman like Alice was nothing.

He genuinely could not fathom why his past self had lived as such a spineless wreck, fretting over this, agonizing over that, and failing to protect even his own mother.

What a coward.

"Killing Alice means offending the Grand Matriarch! Soren, you’re finished, do you understand? Doomed!"

"If you know what’s good for you, withdraw from the Shadow Heaven Demonic Realm now. I can put in a few good words with Father and the Grand Matriarch. Perhaps they’ll spare your life."

Abel could not have cared less whether Alice lived or died, but what he had witnessed made his scalp crawl, and whether this was Soren or an imposter, the safest move was to wave the Great Demon Emperor’s name first.

Soren answered with a backhand sweep, blades of qi scattered outward and sheared both of Abel’s arms off in an instant.

Abel’s face twisted into a mask of agony, he began to scream.

Soren turned and carved through another swathe of demon cultivators, his demonic energy condensed, and a single kick blew the roof clean off the Shadow Heaven Demonic Palace.

His body flickered like a phantom, weaving dragon-like through the halls, moments later he emerged carrying three women, their beautiful faces drained of all color.

He recognized them, Abel’s three official wives.

By seniority, he was supposed to call them sisters-in-law.

Soren smiled playfully, hands clasped behind his back, and swept his gaze over the ashen-faced Abel.

"One for three, not too much to ask, is it?"

Abel went blank. "You... what are you going to do to them?"

Soren didn’t answer, he tore open the void and left the Shadow Heaven Demonic Palace, taking the caged Abel and the three women with him.

Given the time, he would have slaughtered every soul in that palace, but time was the one thing he didn’t have, linger too long, and the Great Demon Emperor and the Venerables of other realms would be alerted.

He had to move at once.

The Great Demon Emperor and the Grand Matriarch insisted on keeping his mother locked in the Black Water Dungeon? Fine. Then he would collect the Great Demon Emperor’s sons and daughters.

Even knowing it was Soren behind it all, they would not dare act rashly.

Soren understood the Grand Matriarch too well.

A ruthless woman who would stop at nothing, one hostage would never be enough to check her, he needed several.

Until the World-Destroying Demonic Lotus was in his hands, he lacked the capital to clash with the Great Demon Emperor head-on, but with the Emperor’s own children as hostages, he could demand his mother’s release from the Black Water Dungeon.

The Extreme Fire Demonic Realm, the Extreme Fire Demonic Palace.

This was the territory of the Great Demon Emperor’s second son, Duke.

The same Duke who had slaughtered over nine thousand nine hundred disciples of the Mountain Moon Cult and pinned the blame on Soren.

If he was collecting hostages, who better to start with?

The capture went smoothly, against the raw strength of a Lower-Tier Demon Emperor, an Upper-Tier Demon Venerable like Duke was simply crushed.

From there, Soren moved to the Mist Flower Demonic Realm and ran down the eldest daughter, Althea.

Althea was the child the Great Demon Emperor valued most, the legitimate eldest daughter of the Endless Demonic Domain, her talent was excellent, though still a step below Soren’s own.

More importantly, she was the Grand Matriarch’s daughter, holding her was the only real leverage against that woman, and the only way to keep her from scheming against his mother.

Shattering the void again and again within half an hour, crossing three demonic realms, killing tens of thousands of legionnaires, and abducting three Demon Venerables, Soren’s work was nothing if not swift.

He had been back in the Ice Heaven Demonic Realm for half a day before the news even began to spread.

The Great Emperor Palace.

The Second and Third Matriarchs wept into their hands, terrified of what Soren might do to Duke and Abel.

The Fourth and Fifth Matriarchs were in a panic of their own, certain their children would be next.

The Great Demon Emperor and the Grand Matriarch were beyond shocked, they were furious.

They prepared to set out for the Ice Heaven Demonic Realm and rescue Althea and the others themselves.

Which was exactly when a gift and a letter arrived, carried by one of Soren’s flying demonic birds.

The Great Demon Emperor tore the gift box open, what lay inside made his mind tremble.

The Third Matriarch peeked over, took one look, and fainted dead away.

Abel’s robes, Abel’s severed arms, and the couple of ounces of extra meat from between his legs.

Suppressing his heartache, the Great Demon Emperor unsealed the letter, a screen of condensed light unfurled in midair, bearing only a few short lines.

[Release my mother from the Black Water Dungeon immediately. Treat her well, without the slightest neglect.]

[Disobey, and Althea, Duke, and Abel will live out their days as limbless sticks of meat. Today I present Abel’s arms as proof of my resolve. Next time, who knows whose it will be.]

[One final reminder. This is a demand, not a negotiation.]

[There will be no peace talks.]

The Great Demon Emperor shattered the light screen with a punch, the corners of his mouth twitching.

He, a dignified Upper-Tier Demon Emperor who had slaughtered his way through countless lives, was being threatened, by Soren.

Strike the three highest-ranked offspring first to seize control and tie the Great Emperor Palace’s hands, then use blood ties to squeeze every one of the Matriarchs.

The boy’s nerve was enormous, and his mind terrifyingly sharp.

This is my cowardly son?

"Well? Does anyone have a brilliant idea?"

A bald old man in white robes stepped forward.