He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Before the people inside could react, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

That was the pressure of a cultivator, mixed with the devouring intent unique to "Gods and Demons Devouring the Heavens," like an invisible mountain crashing down from above.

All the diners on the second floor, along with their tables, chairs, cups, and plates, were crushed to the ground.

Scarface was holding a wine glass, but before he could even take a sip, he was slammed onto the table, his face pressed against it, and the wine was forced into his nostrils.

Several of his men fared even worse; some collapsed to the ground, while others had several teeth knocked out by their own scabbards.

Chen Dou appeared in front of Scarface like a ghost, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him off the table.

The scarred man was tall and strong, but at this moment he was being held up in mid-air by a twelve-year-old boy who was grabbing his neck with one hand. His face turned as red as a pig's liver, and his eyes were full of fear and confusion.

"Where's my sister?!"

Chen Dou's voice was hoarse, like a wild beast's growl.

"Where have you taken my sister?!"

Scarface was choked speechless, only able to make hoarse sounds, his legs kicking futilely in mid-air.

His mind went blank.

Who is this little brat?

Where is it?

How can it be so strong?

Wait... little sister?

In recent days, they have indeed uncovered quite a few villages harboring "extraterrestrial demons," a total of five, including three boys and two girls.

They were ordered to be sent to the Immortal Sect immediately after being captured, so none of them dared to move.

But in the current situation, if I say I don't know, I'm afraid my neck will be snapped on the spot.

Scarface frantically glanced downstairs out of the corner of his eye.

This place is not far from the training ground, and today's chief instructor is here.

As long as I can get there, I can survive.

"I...I'll take you there..."

He managed to squeeze out a few words.

Chen Dou loosened his grip slightly.

Scarface was panting heavily, his eyes darting around as he cautiously moved outwards.

Chen Dou followed behind, her hand never straying too far from his neck.

The two crossed the street, with the scarred man leading the way, bowing and scraping.

Chen Dou didn't notice that the scarred man's eyes were filled with malice as he lowered his head.

After a short while, Scarface stopped.

"arrive."

Chen Dou looked up.

This is a vast training ground, with military flags fluttering all around. Soldiers are training on the field, with swords and spears standing tall and the sounds of clashing armor filling the air.

His sister isn't here.

Chen Dou's face instantly turned cold: "Where's my sister?"

He turned to look at Scarface, only to see the man scrambling and crawling away into the distance.

At the same time, a sharp killing intent came from above.

A figure leaped down from the high platform, wielding a gilded spear, the tip aimed straight at Chen Dou's back.

"You audacious fiend! How dare you trespass on this important training ground!"

The newcomer was none other than the chief instructor of the training ground, a Grandmaster-level expert.

The spear flashed like a dragon.

Chen Dou instinctively dodged to the side, the spear grazing his shoulder and missing its mark, but the force of the spear tore open his clothes, leaving his shoulder burning with pain.

He turned around and looked at Scarface, who had already fled to a distance.

Scarface steadied himself and, upon seeing the head instructor arrive, revealed a smug yet sinister smile.

"Sister? What sister?"

"Are you talking about your sister who was mistaken for an extraterrestrial demon?"

"I'm sorry, they were all executed yesterday."

"How could an extraterrestrial demon be allowed to live until the next day? Of course, it's captured and killed on the same day."

Chen Dou was frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

The pupils gradually dilated, and blood vessels spread from the whites of the eyes to the entire eyeball.

"No...it's impossible..."

You're lying.

Scarface laughed even harder, leaning against the wall, smugly enjoying the boy's expression of utter despair.

"What, you still want to find your sister? Why don't you go check out the mass graves outside the city? Maybe you can find half an arm or a leg or something."

He felt he had the kid completely under his thumb.

The head instructor is a genuine grandmaster, a true powerhouse in this city.

But the next second, his smile froze on his face.

Because Chen Dou moved.

That tiny body unleashed a terrifying aura that was completely unreasonable, carrying a ferocious power that could devour the heavens and the earth, like a demon that had broken free from hell.

The head instructor's pupils constricted sharply, and he instinctively raised his gun to block.

The gun broke.

People fly.

Chen Dou pierced his chest with one hand.

Then, the power of devouring within the body is activated.

The head instructor opened his mouth in horror, but no sound came out.

He could clearly feel his blood, internal energy, and life force being rapidly drained away by the small hand that pierced his chest.

In just two or three breaths, a shriveled corpse slipped from Chen Dou's hands and crashed to the ground like a piece of burnt wood.

A grandmaster-level expert dies in a single encounter.

Scarface's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, his mouth agape, his expression frozen in the transition from smugness to terror, as if he hadn't fully recovered.

"No...this is impossible..."

He turned and ran.

This time he ran even faster than before, his legs swinging like wheels, and even his shoes flew off.

Chen Dou didn't pursue it.

He simply raised his hand, palm facing the fleeing figure.

The devouring power transformed into an invisible vortex, causing Scarface's frantic run to a sudden halt.

He felt as if an invisible hand was grabbing his back, pulling something outward with force.

"No! No! Spare me! I have something to say—"

Before he could finish speaking, his entire body began to shrivel up at a visible rate.

His skin was sunken, his eye sockets were deep-set, and his mouth was wide open, like a sac with its internal organs removed.

A few seconds later, only a pile of rags and skin-and-bones remains lay sprawled on the ground.

The soldiers on the training ground then realized what was happening.

"Kill him! Kill him now!"

Some drew their swords, others nocked their arrows.

But the next moment, Chen Dou moved.

He charged into the crowd like a streak of blood-red lightning.

He has no weapons, nor does he need them.

The power of devouring permeated his entire body, and anything he touched, whether it was a sword or a human body, was instantly drained of its life essence and vitality.

When the knife slashed down, the blade shattered upon contact with his skin; when the arrows shot at him, they fell to the ground three feet away, as if all their kinetic energy had been drained.

The entire training ground turned into a slaughterhouse of blood and flesh.

Screams, the cracking of weapons, and the thuds of bodies falling to the ground blended together.

Chen Dou was blinded by rage.

Only one thought remained in my mind—my parents were gone, and my younger sister was gone too.

It's all gone.

Meanwhile, at the city gate, a figure exuding a murderous aura was rapidly approaching.

That's the city lord, a Grandmaster.

"What kind of wicked creature dares to commit such a massacre in this city!"

As soon as he arrived, he saw the head instructor he had hired at great expense lying on the ground, already a dried-up corpse, and he was immediately enraged.

"You little beast, prepare to die!"

Chen Dou suddenly turned around and met the attack with a palm strike of his own.

Their palms met, and a shockwave exploded between them.

The city lord felt as if his palm strike had hit a wall—no, more like hitting a wild beast with its mouth wide open, frantically devouring his palm strike.

This kid's strength is no less than mine, and may even be a bit stronger!

This realization sent a chill down the city lord's spine.

While desperately parrying Chen Dou's increasingly ferocious attacks, he roared behind him:

"Quickly! Go and fetch the Immortal Master from the City Lord's Mansion! Quickly!"