Monarch Night

Duan Xiyang currently only has this one direction.

Even if it’s not because of this retaliation, at least it’s the best choice with no choice left.

At least there’s a target.

With Duan Xiyang’s strength, he can sweep a mountain with his Divine Thought, control the entire mountain, and with all related demon beasts and wild animals, his Divine Thought locks them in, and under a shock, they all die, whether underground or on the surface.

Now, after passing through thousands of mountains, Duan Xiyang has left no weasels or similar creatures alive!

And he’s still moving through mountain after mountain, killing intensely.

It doesn’t take much effort anyway.

Since you call yourselves the Shen You Sect, you must have something to do with ’weasels’. If you don’t come out, I’ll kill all the ’weasels’ in this world!

...

Sun Wutian’s approach is... Sun Wutian did nothing.

He knew his position well: guard the Southeast! Keep a close eye on the Shen You Sect!

So as long as the Shen You Sect doesn’t show up, I’ll just ’hold down the fort’ here, which simply means: doing nothing.

And his mood wasn’t good.

So Old Demon Sun sulked for a few days after Feng Yun left, went into seclusion for two days to adjust his breathing, and regained his state. He confirmed that his Hentian Heavenly Saber Intent was indeed irretrievable.

After being in a daze for half a day, he packed his stuff and set off from the Southeast Headquarters.

Heading straight for Baixiang Continent.

As for the family at the headquarters, Sun Wutian wasn’t worried. Those people could be dealt with anytime when he returned!

But right now, the most important thing is the heir.

Hen Tian Blade!

As the ancestor, even though I didn’t attend the wedding of Fang Che’s parents, I can’t pretend not to know; sending a congratulatory gift using resources wouldn’t hurt.

But the most important thing now is to spend a few days with Fang Che, focusing on examining this kid’s Hen Tian Blade.

This is the urgent task!

Moreover, he needed to teach the true essence of the new Hen Tian Blade.

Sun Wutian felt complex throughout the journey, one moment filled with hatred, the next bursting with anticipation, but the more he anticipated, the deeper his hatred for the Ningxue Sword.

"Rui Qianshan! You truly deserve to die... you really deserve to die!"

He cursed the Ningxue Sword almost nonstop.

By the time he had cursed it the one hundred thirty-six thousand five hundred and eighteenth time, on the ninth day of the Baixiang Continent massacre, Sun Wutian arrived at Baixiang Continent.

The stench hit him right in the face as three corpse carts wheeled towards him.

On the cart, several heads with grim expressions stared at Sun Wutian, their dead eyes made him very annoyed!

"Damn it, even the dead are looking down on me!"

Sun Wutian coughed hard and blew some air.

The dozen or so heads turned to dust without a sound.

Finally relieved.

He entered the city gate and walked forward.

"Whether dead or alive, no one is allowed to stare at me! Damn it, every single one of you is spoiled! Just as annoying as the Ningxue Sword!"

Seeing the city still bustling, people living peacefully with many smiling faces, it seemed as though the bloody corpse carts had no effect at all.

"Tsk, people nowadays are so fearless. In the past, their faces would have turned ashen at this sight."

What Sun Wutian didn’t know was that the people at the city gate... were already used to such things!

Today is barely a start? Only six carts went out.

Compared to the previous times when six to seven hundred carts went out a day, try that!

Now they’ve gotten used to it.

Sun Wutian turned a corner, entered a clothing shop, and when he came out, he had changed his clothes, his hair was gray, with a benevolent and kind face.

—Not sure what it is, or why, but whether it’s Duan Xiyang, Sun Wutian, Yan Nan, or other Great Demons of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, whenever they disguise themselves, they always look benevolent and kind, inexplicably kind-hearted.

It naturally earns people’s respect, making them seem amiable.

From this point, if the Wei Wo Zheng Sect were ever exterminated, all the disguised demons blending into the crowd, if you just gather all the kind-faced ones to be killed, you might round up the entire Wei Wo Zheng Sect...

He wandered casually around the city before proceeding naturally towards where Fang Che was located.

From a distance, he sensed that Fang Che was in closed-door practice, with an ant standing guard at the door...

"What a damn coincidence."

Sun Wutian turned around and found an inn nearby to stay at, sensing that Fang Che was practicing, his Divine Sense clearly feeling that Fang Che was refining Blood Evil Qi, and it was nearing completion.

"It seems he just had a big kill, no wonder he needs to refine the Blood Evil Qi."

Sun Wutian frowned: "But this bastard, blatantly refining Evil Qi here, isn’t he afraid of being monitored?"

In an instant, his Divine Thought spread across the entire city, surprisingly discovering.

Now, in Baixiang Continent, there was only one super expert, hidden so deep underground he was almost undetectable. Surprisingly, there wasn’t another super expert present!

Ningxue Sword, Qinglong Saber, Fengyun gun... none of them were around!

This surprised even Sun Wutian.

Where did these guys all go?

How come none of them are here? This is very abnormal!

Sun Wutian touched his beard, puzzled. In this way, Fang Che’s commotion goes unnoticed, it’s safe.

But why are they absent? What are they up to?

In this way, if I want to, with my own power, I could wipe out Baixiang Continent?

Thinking of the cruelty, he couldn’t help but grin, a sinister smile revealed on his benevolent face.