Monarch Night

No one can find the source, nor can anyone recognize from whom this violent Blood Evil Qi originates, because it’s very faint.

But the impact on everyone is the same. Everyone feels they can’t be happy no matter what these days.

It always feels like there’s a heavy weight on the heart. But when you think about it, there’s nothing really weighing on your mind.

Even the drunkards are puzzled, why don’t I feel like drinking anymore? No interest at all... it’s like having a toothache...

Of course, the most direct impact is on the brothels.

All the customers are lethargic, can’t muster up any interest, and most simply don’t go. Those who do feel it’s pointless, and even if they force themselves to do something, they find they can’t get it up no matter what...

Up but not firm, firm but not hard, hard but not lasting... there’s a sense of ’great work undone, collapsing midway’...

So there’s no mood, they hurriedly pull up their pants and leave.

All businesses on Baixiang Continent are in a slump.

No one understands the reason, they can only attribute it to: being scared by the recent massacre!

Ten days later...

Back to normal.

The Underworld has been plowed through several times by the Emperor Ye. Just Emperor Ye himself has thrown out over 500,000 corpses from underground!

And that’s with the Emperor Ye showing mercy!

Moreover, Emperor Ye left behind an Ant King to act as his agent.

The Ant King, of course, is extremely guilty and notorious; but these don’t affect Sikong Ye.

Sikong Ye has no moral compulsions, as long as you listen and do your job properly, and don’t commit atrocities, I’ll temporarily keep you around.

After all, Sikong Ye himself is stretched too thin.

There must be agents in every continent.

The Ant King’s subordinates were completely wiped out, and he himself was beaten half to death seven or eight times by Sikong Ye, swearing a blood oath of loyalty.

Sikong Ye reluctantly agreed.

So the next day the Ant King dragged his severely injured body into the busy work.

"Ordinary bad deeds can be done if they have to be, but if any heinous acts require heaven’s punishment... if such incidents appear again, even from your subordinates, I will replace you at any time!"

Sikong Ye warned with one sentence.

Regarding this warning, the Ant King had no doubt.

This lord’s ferocity in slaughtering 400,000 to 500,000 at once, crushing him would be easier than crushing a bug.

Didn’t the King Shu have his brains knocked out completely while begging, and still wasn’t spared? If there were other capable people left, would he have gotten this opportunity?

Fang Che finally got up and walked into the courtyard.

These ten days truly exhausted him.

No wonder he is on par with Sun Wutian in infamy, this Blood Evil Qi is almost on par with the Evil Qi in Sun Wutian’s Divine Formless Jade!

Luckily, Fang Che suddenly remembered to use this Blood Evil Qi to cultivate the Blood Smoke Hand after two days, finding it immensely effective, and began to madly absorb it.

Directly pushed the Blood Smoke Hand to the Fourth Layer.

This brought Fang Che a somewhat unexpected surprise.

Advancing one more layer, and he would be able to shroud his hand in red mist with one move, maximizing the Demon atmosphere effect.

The growth of Divine Sense was not as much as imagined, after refining it, most of it evaporated away by Fang Che.

After all, it was just a trace of Residual Soul.

After the waves it stirred initially calmed down, Fang Che was disappointed to find out that his Divine Sense’s growth was only about one-fifth.

"This Blood Demon is really fucking useless!"

Fang Che thought angrily.