I Turn Out to Be a Grand Master - Chapter 198 - The White-Clothed Youth Dies

Chapter 198: The White-Clothed Youth Dies

Sacred Lord Hongyi’s face was filled with impatience. He had wanted to ask for help a long time ago.

If it weren’t for the fact that it wasn’t convenient for him to speak to Senior Liu, he would have greeted him a long time ago.

When Sacred Lord Brahma heard Wang Yuyan’s question, he said, “It’s best to wait a little longer. The demons’ arrival today has disturbed Senior Liu’s mood. In a few days, after confirming that the demon is indeed dead, it won’t be too late to pay respects to Senior Liu.”

Sacred Lord Hongyi nodded helplessly.

The group stood at the entrance and silently bowed to Liu Changgong’s small courtyard before leaving on foot.

Only after the group had left did Wu Wu reveal himself from his hiding place with an extremely horrified expression.

He took a deep glance at the store and noted down the location before quickly fleeing the scene.

Liu Changgong only slowly walked out of the store after everyone had left for a long time.

Liu Changgong looked around and was very surprised.

F*ck, where did everyone go?

After thinking for a while, Liu Changgong finally came to a realization.

“Good lord, I didn’t expect that the empty city plan that I learned from the novels of my previous life would really work. Those two demons were really scared away by me.”

A smile appeared on Liu Changgong’s face. He relaxed and then slowly closed the door of the store.

In the dark cave, the white-haired young man fell to the ground.

His face was withered, and his originally full and strong body quickly withered. His body was covered in wounds, and every wound was constantly flowing with blood essence and Demonic Qi.

In less than half a day, the white-haired young man seemed to have aged dozens of years.

“Master…”

The white-haired young man raised his head and begged the silver-haired old man bitterly, “Master, I’m going to die soon. Save me. Just take me to slaughter a few more sects.”

The silver-haired old man’s current appearance was also very different from before.

He had become a two-meter-tall, fierce-looking, and muscular great devil.

His aura was also much stronger than before.

However, the old man’s expression was very serious.

The Heavenly Demons Sect specialized in cultivating the demonic body and did not rely on comprehending the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth to cultivate.

The silver-haired old man had undergone the baptism of the Demon God’s blood essence seven times, and his demonic body was almost perfect.

His body had already reached the peak of perfection. Surging blood essence flowed in his body, and his skin and flesh were constantly being soaked by the demon blood.

Over time, the strength of the old silver-haired old man’s demonic body had even surpassed the immortal artifacts of the upper realm.

But now, his demonic body had collapsed, and the Demonic Qi in his body began to leak out rapidly.

The silver-haired old man looked like a deflated balloon. He looked strong on the outside, but weak on the inside. In fact, he had already been removed from the bottom of the cauldron.

Before long, he would end up like the young man. The Demonic Qi had dissipated, and there was no turning back.

At their level, they would no longer be able to eat or absorb the Spiritual Qi like normal people.

If the Demonic Qi dissipated, they would only die!

The silver-haired old man’s expression was heavy.

The violent and evil aura on his majestic demonic body spread out like a raging flame.

He lowered his head and looked at the white-haired young man who had a pleading and hopeful expression on his face. He said softly, “My dear disciple, don’t be anxious. I am very clear about the pain you have suffered because I am also suffering from the same pain. The pain that I have suffered is thousands of times more intense than the pain that you have suffered. I can’t wait to kill that person right now.”

The white-haired young man nodded furiously before shaking his head and saying, “Master, that person is so terrifying. How can we kill him?”

As he spoke, the white-haired young man’s eyes unconsciously revealed a thick fear and lingering fear.

He had died countless times in the Ancient Godfiend Battle formed by the melody. His demonic heart was about to collapse. Now, as soon as he closed his eyes, his body felt as if it was pierced by countless weapons.

He was extremely afraid of Liu Changgong, who was playing the melody.

The silver-haired old man’s face revealed a savage expression. His eyes were bloodshot, and demonic blood flowed out from them from time to time.

The silver-haired old man gnashed his teeth and said, “I know that that person probably has a very powerful background. He is not someone that you and I can provoke.”

The silver-haired old man smiled sinisterly and said coldly, “We can’t, but that doesn’t mean that the Demon God can’t either.”

“I’ve long memorized his name and appearance. All I need is for the Demon God to personally descend and execute his divine ability to kill him and retrieve that item. I can then receive the eighth drop of demonic blood bestowed by the Demon God. When that time comes, I can cultivate an even more perfect demonic body and ascend to the Demonic World. Disciple, when that time comes, your master will naturally help you repair your damaged body. You are the person I like the most.”

The white-haired young man also laughed along with the white-haired old man. His face was so excited that it twisted.

The white-haired young man’s originally handsome face had become incomparably ugly at this moment.

Suddenly, the silver-haired old man’s laughter came to an abrupt stop.

The silver-haired old man lowered his head. He looked at the young man with a strange gaze.

That gaze was like looking at a lamb being slaughtered.

The silver-haired old man said, “My good disciple, everything has been prepared by your master. Everything is ready now. All that is left is the east wind.”

The smile on the white-haired young man’s face froze. For some reason, a trace of fear and uneasiness rose in his heart. It was as if he had thought of a possibility. He took a few steps back and stammered, “Master, how… How can I help you?”

“It’s very simple.” The silver-haired old man smiled brightly and said, “The offerings that the Demon God has been offered are not enough. If you can offer your body as well, that will be enough.”

The white-haired youth’s disdainful eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and escape.

However, the white-haired youth’s vitality had already been greatly damaged, so how could he escape from the silver-haired old man?

The silver-haired old man grabbed the white-haired young man and casually broke his neck, dismembering him.

Then, he took out a three-headed, six-armed Demon God statue from his storage ring, as well as two small altars that were as black as ink.

The silver-haired old man wiped his blood-dripping pair, then muttered, “A body that has been refined by three drops of Demon God’s essence, along with a million resentful souls, is enough to ask the Darkfiend Demon God to take action once. It is definitely more than enough.”

The silver-haired old man nodded his head. Then, he knelt respectfully in front of the statue and cut his arms with his fingers. Blood poured out like a rain column.

He knelt down with a devout expression and recited a strange and difficult-to-pronounce spell.

Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle…

The silver-haired old man recited it more than thirty times before he stopped.

The silver-haired old man’s blood soaked the ground in front of the Demon God before he fixed his eyes on the Demon God statue. His face was filled with anticipation and excitement.

As expected, the Demon God statue seemed to hear his pleas and calls. Demonic Qi from the nine serenities hell emerged from the void, and an incomparably evil and terrifying divine sense descended into the cave.

The silver-haired old man seemed to be able to see the tall and sturdy Demon God’s body behind the billowing black aura.