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Chapter 195, Page 194: One punch sends the Demon King flying! Shurahart is terrified.

In the largest stone house next to the central square in the land of swords.

"Tear—"

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The Demon King sliced ​​through the blood-soaked roasted meat of some unknown creature on the silver platter, savoring the blood-red wine in his glass.

"Humans certainly know how to enjoy life."

His deep voice echoed in the empty stone house, "In the Demon King's Castle, delicacies reserved only for the strong seem commonplace here."

Shurahat stood to one side, bowing slightly, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty is wise. The Demon King's City and its surroundings are extremely cold all year round, and resources are scarce. We can only prioritize supplying them to the strong."

"But believe me, once we successfully seize this bountiful land, all problems will be solved—"

"yes."

The Demon King interrupted him, setting down his silver cutlery. His tone shifted, a cold glint flashing in his blood-red eyes. "So, where is that so-called hero now?"

"If we eliminate him, humanity will lose its last pillar of strength and its faintest hope. At that point, conquering the entire human realm will be a piece of cake."

"But if he is too cowardly to fight—it will become much more troublesome to attack the capital of the unified empire."

Shurahart lowered his head even further, his voice cautious: "Your Majesty, at present—there is no definite news. Our spies are already intensifying their search for his whereabouts."

"Perhaps—he truly fears Your Majesty's power—"

"Is that so?" The Demon King listened to the deathly silence outside the window and felt somewhat disappointed; even the fine wine in his glass seemed to have lost some of its flavor.

The days of waiting in vain had subconsciously led him to regard Gu Yuan as a coward, and his vigilance had quietly decreased without him realizing it.

Just then, a piercing, distorted female scream abruptly ripped through the silence: "No—please! Let me go!"

The Demon King's brow twitched slightly as he glanced sideways. Shurahart immediately bowed and explained, his tone tinged with apology: "Your Majesty, please forgive my lack of discipline. Since you extended the duel deadline, some of the warriors' destructive urges and appetites have become difficult to suppress."

"It seems that all the wild animals in the area have been hunted out."

"Currently, the only way to fill our stomachs is by killing humans."

"Hmm." The Demon King withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged, as if he were merely listening to a trivial matter unrelated to himself.

He picked up his glass and took a small sip: "It doesn't matter, as long as the audience isn't all dead before the curtain falls."

For him, the passing of life was nothing more than background noise on a stage.

After finishing his drink, he stood up, stretched his muscles, and prepared to perform his daily magical body training to maintain his peak condition.

However, at that moment, the heart-wrenching cries of humans outside the window abruptly ceased.

Instead, a very short, sharp howl filled with shock and pain came from the demon—"Ugh!"

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Immediately following was a piercing shriek as something tore through the air at an alarming speed, followed by a sickening thud that pierced through flesh and bone!

"Um?!"

The Demon King paused, a long-lost sense of crisis piercing through his complacency!

He turned his head sharply, his gaze shooting out the window like lightning!

enemy?

High in the sky, on the back of a dragon.

Gu Yuan slowly withdrew from his shooting stance, as if he had only done something insignificant.

Through her monoculars, Celia clearly saw the headless demon soldier below, his body rapidly turning to ashes and dissipating. She curled her lip and sneered in a low voice, "—Killing the enemy from afar, silently and without a sound. Your methods are becoming less and less like those of a traditional warrior."

Gu Yuan didn't bother to answer her assessment; his gaze was already fixed on the most powerful aura emanating from the village below.

If I'm not mistaken, that's the Demon King.

He spoke in a low voice, signaling the two to prepare, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "Prepare for landing."

"Hold on tight."

Waaah—!

The dragon folded its wings and began a near-vertical dive towards the earth, ready to strike!

Below, the village square.

The Demon King strode out of the stone house and immediately saw the headless demon corpse that was turning into black mist and dissipating.

In front of the corpse, a human woman sat slumped on the ground, her incontinent fluids spreading beneath her. She trembled violently, clearly too terrified to speak.

Behind her, a smooth, round hole in the stone wall was emitting a faint light, a testament to the power of the attack.

"This is--"

The Demon King instantly understood: this was a precise and efficient long-range sniping attack!

How could they so easily annihilate his elite warriors?

With a grim face, he suddenly raised his head and, following the possible direction of the attack, locked onto the black dot in the sky that was growing larger and larger.

Almost at the same moment he looked up, "Your Majesty, be careful!" Shurahat shouted a warning!

A chilling sense of crisis suddenly enveloped the Demon King!

Upon hearing the sound, the Demon King almost instinctively raised his hand, his five fingers like hooks, and clenched tightly in mid-air towards the source of the danger!

"Snap!"

A piece of grayish-black ore shattered into powder in his palm! A special energy specifically designed to suppress magic instantly spread out!

"Ha—the Demon Sealing Mine."

The Demon King slowly clenched his fist, letting the powder trickle through his fingers. His eyes blazed with bloodlust, and his murderous intent nearly overflowed. "You're courting death!"

Just as his killing intent surged, he focused his gaze to see the attacker clearly, and stretched his limbs to prepare for battle, Shurahat, standing beside him, seemed to witness something extremely unbelievable. His expression suddenly changed drastically, and all color drained from his face.

His mouth opened uncontrollably, but he was too horrified to utter a sound!

"Your Majesty—"

"boom!!!"

A sonic boom suddenly erupted! Like a thunderbolt from a clear sky! A figure tore through the sky, descending with unparalleled speed and momentum beyond comprehension!

Fast! Extremely fast! So fast that the afterimage in the Demon King's eyes hadn't even faded before the fist, containing terrifying power, was already imprinted on his chest!

"Boom—!!"

A deafening, heart-stopping bang suddenly erupted!

The Demon King's massive body was as if it had been struck head-on by a high-speed flying mountain!

He couldn't even make any effective block; he only felt an irresistible force pour into his body, and his internal organs instantly shifted and shattered!

"Pfft—" He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, and his whole body was thrown backward without any resistance!

Rumble!

His figure crashed through more than a dozen sturdy stone houses like a cannonball, carving a huge trench in the midst of dust, rubble, and broken wood, before finally slamming into the distant mountain wall, his fate unknown!

Shurahat stood frozen in place, as if encased in invisible ice.

He watched helplessly as the invincible Demon King was blasted away with a single blow, his mind went blank, and all his calculations and strategies vanished in an instant.

This brutal, unreasonable attack, this familiar sense of power—

"Livale's... techniques?"

He muttered to himself absentmindedly, a bone-chilling cold instantly rising to the top of his head and spreading throughout his body.

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