After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The demon general didn't even slow down his pace.

He just wanted those two knives.

Complete dismemberment is superior to a destructive kill.

Qin San pressed his left thumb against the guard and gripped the hilt with his right hand, his muscle power mode already adjusted to a defensive stance.

A hand reached out from the side and pressed against the back of his knife.

Zhou Ran took a step forward, meeting the Demon General's gaze head-on.

With the severe chest wounds still fresh and the newly transformed Nascent Soul stage demonic energy within their bodies nearly depleted, their two main combatants had already fallen to the ground.

A direct confrontation would result in the entire force being wiped out.

Since that's the case, let's not fight it head-on.

Zhou Ran abandoned any attempt to control the remaining demonic energy within his body and sank his consciousness into the deepest part of his dantian. There, a trace of matter that did not belong to him was enveloped.

The primordial demonic essence left behind by the former owner of the Primordial Black Blade. A wisp of demonic energy left behind by Ye Futian, representing the supreme and absolute authority over the demon realm.

Zhou Ran raised his right hand and extended his index finger.

Dark golden primordial demonic energy flowed from his fingertips along his meridians.

There was no explosion, no shockwave, no leakage of spiritual pressure, and no sound.

However, the surrounding light was physically bent.

The demonic energy molecules that were originally moving wildly in the air all stopped moving after coming into contact with that fluctuation.

Absolute stillness.

The Void Refinement stage demon general, who was about to reach out and snatch the Primordial Black Blade, froze in mid-air.

The light from Zhou Ran's fingertips was reflected in that single eye.

The obedience program written at the genetic level is forcibly activated.

No rational thought or judgment was required. The superior's bloodline pressure on the inferior directly severed the motor nerve signals in the demon general's limbs.

The demon's massive body lost the support of all its bones and muscles.

His knees slammed into the reddish-brown rock.

His own mass, combined with the gravity here being a hundred times that of Earth, generated astonishing kinetic energy.

The hard rock surface was smashed, creating a crater two meters in diameter and half a meter deep, with rubble flying in all directions.

The demon general leaned forward, his palms flat against the edge of the pit, his enormous head lowered, completely pressed against the ground.

The demons' posture of submission was flawless.

The fourteen Nascent Soul stage demon cultivators behind him, upon seeing the demon general kneel down, uniformly disarmed themselves and knelt in the same posture on the open ground behind them.

All that remained at the scene was the mournful sound of the wind whistling through the rocks.

Zhou Ran withdrew his index finger, and that wisp of primordial demonic energy returned to his body.

He lowered his arms and looked at the Void Refinement stage creature at the bottom of the pit, which was three times his size.

It's only a matter of time before the aura of demonic energy spreads, attracting truly powerful figures from the Sixth Heaven.

"Qin San, drag Gu Li and Xuan Ying over here."

Zhou Ran gave the order in a calm tone, without revealing any emotion.

"We have thirty seconds to leave this coordinate point."

Qin San loosened the hilt of his sword and walked toward the two dukes who had collapsed in the distance.

He didn't turn his head to look at the demon general kneeling at the bottom of the pit as he passed by.

The gravitational field was so sluggish it was suffocating.

On the dark ochre earth, Qin San strode towards Xuan Ying and Gu Li. The two demon dukes, their bones broken and bodies slumped, could barely stand, leaning against the rocks.

At the bottom of the pit, the demon general, who was in the middle stage of the Void Refinement realm, remained kneeling with his forehead pressed against the rock. His massive body was experiencing uncontrollable and violent spasms.

The suppression etched deep into the demon race's bloodline locked away all his resistance from the inside out.

Xuan Ying coughed up a mouthful of thick, dark blood and straightened up with Qin San's help. He stared intently at the faint golden luster that had just faded from Zhou Ran's fingertips. After the initial shock, his pupils burned with an uncontrollable fervor.

The primordial demonic essence of the night sky.

The supreme certificate representing the highest level of authority, governing the six heavens of the demon realm.

Without Zhou Ran issuing any orders, Xuan Ying was well-versed in the survival logic of the demon realm, where the strong prey on the weak.

He took half a step forward, his broken demonic body forcefully raising his aura, and the demonic energy in his chest surged rapidly.

"The Demon Emperor has been reborn! Why haven't you all kowtowed yet!"

Xuan Ying's voice, carrying a chilling killing intent, resounded across the empty, ochre-red earth. The fourteen Nascent Soul stage demon cultivators behind him, already stripped of their will to resist by the high-dimensional pressure, had their servility awakened to the mere mention of "Demon Emperor." They uniformly slammed their heads heavily against the rocks, producing dull thuds.

The demon general remained silent.

His broad chest heaved violently, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.

His cultivation at the Void Refinement stage allowed him to perceive energy far more acutely than those at the Nascent Soul stage. He was certain that the wisp of origin was genuine, the Demon Emperor's exclusive mark.

But the man wielding the black knife in front of them was only at the Nascent Soul stage in terms of cultivation.

As long as he swallows that wisp of essence, he will have the opportunity to leap to become the new Demon Lord.

The demon general's single eye slowly rotated, attempting to see through the oppressive aura originating from his bloodline to discern Zhou Ran's true nature.

His muscle fibers were taut in the shadows, and the spiritual energy of the Void Refinement stage silently condensed along his meridians.

Zhou Ran stood still.

The penetrating wound in his chest had not healed; the flesh around the wound was grayish-brown, and residual blood dripped onto the ground.

The demonic energy within his body, which had just undergone a metamorphosis, was on the verge of depletion after the dimensional gate was forcibly opened.

The enormous creature at the bottom of the pit is weighing itself.

Once signs of fatigue appear, it's a dead end.

Zhou Ran raised his left hand, and the tip of the Taihuang Black Blade scraped against the ground with a piercing screeching sound. The illusory image of the White Bone Brush solidified at his fingertips.

Lacking demonic energy, he did not choose to mobilize spiritual power, but instead directly extracted a portion of his lifespan as the price for writing.

The movements were extremely fast, without the slightest hesitation. The tip of the pen moved repeatedly in the air in front of him, and five strokes were completed without any leakage of spiritual energy throughout the entire process.

Seeing me is like seeing an abyss.

Five pure black ancient characters disappeared into the void.

Zhou Ran injected the last trace of demonic energy in his body into this decree, forcibly rewriting the cognitive rules surrounding the demon general.

The moment the demon general raised his single eye and his gaze met Zhou Ran's, the decree amplified by the rules of higher dimensions shattered his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the Demon General's absolute perception, the wilderness before him, his companions, and the dark lightning in the sky all vanished in an instant.

Zhou Ran's figure rose infinitely taller, replacing the entire world.

It was an indescribable mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a bottomless darkness that devoured all light and life.

In the darkness, hundreds of millions of demon souls wailed and struggled.

The will of darkness, with its utterly indifferent gaze, watched over this insignificant insect.

The demon general's pride and joy, his Void Refinement stage divine sense, was easily crushed in the face of this oppressive feeling amplified by the rules.

"ah--"

The demon general let out a shrill scream, clutching his enormous single eye tightly with both hands.

Black blood gushed from between his fingers, dripping onto the rock strata with a hissing, corrosive sound and rising wisps of blue smoke.

"Offending the Emperor's authority is a capital offense."

Xuan Ying seized the opportunity and unleashed his killing intent without reservation.