After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 468 Retreat

As soon as the woman in green spoke, many martial arts experts in the Jianghu began to whisper among themselves. After a moment, someone spoke in a solemn voice:

"This prince of Dali was originally exceptionally talented, but now he has fallen into the demonic path. If he is allowed to grow up, the entire world of martial arts will likely be doomed in the future."

"Why don't we take advantage of the presence of senior martial arts masters like Senior Shangguan and Senior Song, and work together to eliminate this brat and nip this great demon in the bud?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding group of people noticeably quieted down. The woman in green, known as the "Golden Feather Blade of the Desert," frowned slightly, while Hu Yidao, known as the "Divine Wind Blowing Sand," and Song Wanchao, known as the "Heavenly Thunder Palm," who were standing beside her, remained silent.

A moment later, just as the woman in green was about to speak, a woman dressed as a female knight-errant beside her tugged at her sleeve and gently shook her head.

Seeing this, the woman in green hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up:

“This prince of Dali has already become a force to be reckoned with, and he is now in charge of the Hidden Killing Pavilion. I am not underestimating myself, but with just the people of us, I am afraid it will be very difficult to deal with him.”

Upon hearing this, Song Wanchao, the "Heavenly Thunder Palm," slowly nodded and said:

"This child has received the inheritance of the Grandmaster of the Demonic Path. The Devouring Heaven Demonic Art he cultivates can devour people's cultivation, and his demonic strength increases at an extremely fast rate. If you want to deal with such a demon, you must be extremely cautious and never act rashly!"

"Moreover, now that the other party has become the Pavilion Master of the Hidden Kill Pavilion, he is now at odds with the White Tiger Temple. The White Tiger Temple will definitely not let this go. We can wait and see how things develop between the White Tiger Temple and that prince before making any decisions."

These words were naturally echoed by Hu Yidao, nicknamed "Divine Wind Blowing Sand," who was standing nearby. Seeing that the three renowned martial arts masters had no intention of making a move for the time being, the group of martial arts experts around them stopped discussing attacking Li Musheng.

Meanwhile, a large group of people from the demonic path marched through the streets and alleys, eventually stopping in front of Li Musheng's residence.

The demonic cultivators looked at the seven people kneeling on the ground, including the five temple elders, and all of them wore mocking expressions.

However, everyone clearly knew that they had more important things to do on this trip, and immediately turned their gaze away from the seven people kneeling on the ground.

At this moment, a powerful figure from the demonic path stepped out from the group of demonic cultivators and immediately called out towards the courtyard in front of them:

"We are all members of the demonic path who have come to pay homage to and submit to the Pavilion Master. We humbly request that the Pavilion Master appear and meet us."

Upon hearing this, all the members of the demonic path on the street fell silent, quietly awaiting Li Musheng's response from the mansion.

However, as time passed, there was still no movement from the courtyard, and no reply was received from Li Musheng.

Seeing this, another expert from the demonic path tried to speak again, but the situation remained unchanged.

For a moment, all the people practicing the demonic arts on the street looked at each other in bewilderment and fell silent.

Just then, the hunched old man in the crowd, his body shrouded in blood-red light and exuding a sinister aura, revealed a clear look of displeasure on his usually ruthless face, and said:
"This kid's demonic strength is indeed formidable, but he's also incredibly arrogant. He clearly doesn't take us seriously and is deliberately hiding his true identity!"

Upon hearing this, many members of the demonic path around them had uncertain expressions and hurriedly asked what to do next.
"What else can we do? If this kid doesn't come out to see us, are we supposed to force our way in? Of course, we can only retreat."

The hunched old man, who had once served as a guardian elder of the Blood River Demon Sect, shook his head, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and said in a cold voice:
"What good is it if one person obtains the legacy of the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation and cultivates powerful demonic abilities? If there are no demonic masters to follow and support him, he will inevitably be unable to support the whole sect and will end up like the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, being besieged and killed by the righteous path!"

Upon hearing this, the group of demonic cultivators around them dared not speak for a moment.

The hunchbacked old man's words were clearly a complaint against Li Musheng. They dared not speak carelessly, for if the Prince of Dali in the mansion heard them, their lives would surely be in danger.

Just then, among the group of demonic cultivators, a woman in a red robe secretly stared at the hunched old man, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Then, the woman in red robes suddenly squeezed out of the crowd and angrily shouted at the hunched old man:
"You old fool, you have absolutely no ability, yet you still have the nerve to stir up trouble here. How dare you presume to comment on the Eighth Prince's actions?"

“They keep calling him ‘this brat’ without any respect whatsoever. Your Highness’s demonic powers are boundless, and you are the universally acknowledged leader of the demonic path. You should rightfully be addressed as ‘Demon Lord’.”

The woman in red had a loud and clear voice, which resonated with the crowd of demonic cultivators on the street and naturally reached the courtyard in front of her.

These words immediately garnered the approval of many members of the demonic path present, with some quickly echoing them:
"That's right, Your Highness is the current leader of the demonic path and the hope for our future. We will follow the Demon Lord to the death and never abandon him!"

As soon as he shouted, he was immediately echoed by a group of demonic cultivators around him. In an instant, the shouts of demonic cultivators rang out along the entire street in front of Li Musheng's residence.

All of them expressed their intention to follow Li Musheng, the leader of the demonic path, and to restore the glory of the demonic world. If Li Musheng did not agree, they would wait here forever, never leaving him, until Li Musheng accepted them.

The woman in the red robe was the most excited, shouting slogans that were deafening and making her stand out among the demonic cultivators.

The hunchbacked old man who had been verbally rebuked by the woman in red earlier stared at her with a dark and gloomy look in his eyes. He believed that she was truly vicious and wicked, and that she was using him as a stepping stone to curry favor with Li Musheng.

However, under the current circumstances, although the hunchbacked old man wished he could tear the woman in red to pieces, he dared not make a move.

If he were to do that in full view of everyone, killing someone so "loyal" to Li Musheng, the group of demonic cultivators around him who were shouting so enthusiastically would probably attack him en masse!
Just then, Li Musheng, who had originally intended to ignore the noisy group of demonic cultivators outside the mansion, finally became somewhat impatient.

"Since you know that I cultivate the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, a legacy of the Demonic Path Ancestor, you should be aware that I am currently lacking in demonic cultivation."

"If you really want to follow me, then stay where you are and let me absorb your cultivation and blood essence. That will be a contribution to my demonic arts!"

At this moment, Li Musheng's voice slowly drifted out from inside the mansion, lightly overpowering the shouts of the demonic cultivators on the street outside, and reaching everyone's ears.

In an instant, all the demonic cultivators on the entire street fell silent.

Immediately, a look of terror appeared on everyone's faces. The Devouring Heaven Demon Art of the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation was infamous throughout the entire demonic path; almost everyone knew of it!
This technique can be called one of the highest demonic techniques in the demonic path. It is extremely cruel and domineering. At best, it will devour a person's entire demonic cultivation, turning them into a cripple. At worst, it will directly suck a person dry, turning them into ashes with a gust of wind, leaving them with no complete corpse!
Now that everyone heard that Li Musheng was going to use the Devouring Heaven Demon Art on them to devour their demonic cultivation and blood essence, they were all instantly terrified.

The group of demonic cultivators who were originally excited and eager to follow Li Musheng scattered like birds and beasts without any hesitation, and they all hurriedly fled in all directions.

They were terrified that if they lingered even a moment too long, the great demon in the mansion would devour them whole with his Devouring Heaven Demon Art.

People in the demonic path are inherently demonic and selfish. Although they temporarily came together to follow Li Musheng, they could not possibly have any loyalty to him. Once their own interests and lives were involved, they would naturally fall apart and scatter when disaster struck!
In just a few breaths, the demonic cultivators who had blocked the streets in front of Li Musheng's residence vanished in an instant, leaving the entire street deserted.

The seven members of the White Tiger Temple, who had been kneeling in front of the mansion and unable to move, caught a glimpse of the group of demonic cultivators who had been shouting loudly just moments before. As soon as Li Musheng finished speaking, they all vanished without a trace. A look of disdain appeared in the eyes of the seven members.

However, the seven of them quickly noticed out of the corner of their eyes that although almost all the demonic cultivators around them had run away, there was still one person left in front of the mansion who had not immediately fled the place.

The one who remained was the red-robed woman who had been the first to speak out and angrily rebuke the Blood River Demon Sect's guardian elder, and who had called out the title "Demon Lord" to Li Musheng and led a group of demonic cultivators to call on them to follow Li Musheng.

At this moment, all the members of the demonic path had left, but only the woman in red robes remained quietly standing in front of the mansion.

Just then, Li Musheng's voice rang in the red-robed woman's ear, saying:

"Why don't you run? Do you really want to sacrifice your demonic cultivation and blood essence for me?"

Upon hearing this, the woman in the red robe looked up at the courtyard in front of her, a hint of panic clearly showing in her eyes, but she still forced herself to stand and said:

"Please, Lord Demon Lord, show mercy. I am from the Six Desires Demon Sect and have something to report to you."

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng, who was in the room of the mansion, raised an eyebrow. He was naturally familiar with the Six Desires Demon Sect.

"come in."

Li Musheng's voice rang in the woman's ear, and then the door to the house opened silently and slowly.

Seeing this, the woman in red robes visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Facing Li Musheng, a great demon with terrifying demonic cultivation, she had only uttered one sentence, yet the back of her clothes was almost soaked with cold sweat.

Then, the woman in red robes walked towards the courtyard with its gate open. The seven people from the White Tiger Temple kneeling on the street all looked strange when they saw this.

After all, those from the White Tiger Temple could only kneel outside the mansion, while an unknown demonic witch could swagger into the gate that even they couldn't step through.

In comparison, the seven people from the White Tiger Temple were naturally quite embarrassed.

Meanwhile, numerous martial arts masters from the desert were secretly observing the situation near Li Musheng's residence.

Seeing a group of demonic cultivators who had been so aggressive suddenly scatter and flee, many martial arts practitioners in the Western Desert were visibly taken aback.

"As expected of a great demon, he is truly deeply demonic, cold-blooded and ruthless. He doesn't even spare those who come to follow him in the demonic path, and even wants to devour their demonic cultivation and blood essence. He is so cruel to his fellow practitioners, one can imagine the harm he will cause to the righteous path of the entire martial arts world in the future!"

Someone spoke with an extremely grim expression. Even those in the demonic path feared Li Musheng, this great demon, like a tiger. Naturally, these people were even more afraid of Li Musheng.

However, some of them clearly saw things more clearly, shaking their heads and saying:

"That's not necessarily the case. If that prince of Dali really wanted to devour the cultivation of those demonic cultivators, do you think they could escape?"

"I think that the prince of Dali was just making empty threats, probably to scare away all those demonic cultivators."

These words naturally attracted the attention of many people.

However, when everyone saw that the speaker was a female knight accompanying Shangguan Yan, the "Golden Feather Blade of the Desert," they all showed strange expressions.

Immediately, someone expressed a different opinion regarding the heroine's words, saying:

"It's not so much that the great demon scared away a group of demonic cultivators who were willing to follow him, but rather that the great demon simply didn't think much of this rabble."

"This also shows that the great demon must be extremely arrogant. Even if he uses the Devouring Heaven Demon Art to absorb cultivation, he would only look down on martial arts masters like the elders of the White Tiger Temple!"

Upon hearing this, the female warrior standing beside Shangguan Yan glanced at the speaker and narrowed her eyes, saying:
“A truly powerful demon would simply crush an ant-like being if he looked down on it; there’s no need for him to do so.”

As she spoke, the female knight-errant dressed in purple looked towards the residence where Li Musheng was, and said:

"Observe his actions and understand his intentions. We cannot be careless when facing such a powerful demon with strong demonic cultivation. The slightest mistake will lead to our death."

“I know everyone’s determination as righteous people to eliminate evil and protect the righteous path, but to deal with such a demon, we must first understand him. Only by knowing ourselves and our enemy can we be sure of victory.”

Upon hearing this, several renowned martial arts masters, including Shangguan Yan, nodded slightly. Song Wanchao, the "Heavenly Thunder Fist," pondered for a moment and said:
“That’s true. Although everyone should kill those who practice the demonic path, we can’t be reckless. Let alone whether we can defeat that prince of Dali, even if we could, given his powerful demonic strength, it would be a Pyrrhic victory.”

"Moreover, judging from the current situation, although the prince of Dali's demonic arts are unfathomable, he is far from being out of control. We can observe him for a while before deciding how to act."

At this moment, Hu Yidao, who was standing to the side, looked around and said:
"The fact that those demonic cultivators were not accepted by the Prince of Dali indicates that there is no connection between them. We can take action to deal with those fleeing demons first."

(End of this chapter)