Chapter 131: Chapter 131

Chapter 131: A Casual Punch Slaughters Equals Like Dogs

The terrifying scene, though awe-inspiring, failed to intimidate the two demons who had arrived.

“Heh human ant, interesting.”

“So this is the one the Eternal Night Monarch covets? Perfect. Let’s take him and trade for favor.”

Before Ye Wushang stood two members of the demon race’s supreme lineage, the Devil Clan.

They appeared as grotesque upright creatures, necks thick, torsos unseen, only feet visible.

Their aura erupted instantly in a half-step Deification Realm, impossible to conceal.

Though only a small realm higher than Ye Wushang, they were arrogant. To them, that gap was insurmountable.

In their eyes, Ye Wushang was already dead.

The Devil Clan, as a supreme demon lineage, considered themselves invincible. Human prodigies were nothing but meat. Countless had perished beneath their claws.

Even Ye Wushang’s feats slaying demon emperors and monarch avatars did not deter them. At most, they were cautious.

Ye Wushang, holding his daughter, looked at them coldly. He had already sentenced them to death.

Speaking to them is a waste of breath.

His gaze alone made the demons uneasy.

“Ant, I despise your eyes!”

“Daring to look upon a supreme demon lineage I’ll gouge them out and soak them in wine!”

One demon lunged, fingers extended to seize Ye Wushang’s eyes.

Ye Wushang’s gaze flashed cold.

Without a word, his right hand shot out.

He seized the demon’s hand, immobilizing it. The corrosive demonic energy was nothing in his grasp.

The demon’s face twisted. “Release!”

He poured out greater power, but Ye Wushang’s grip was unyielding like iron.

Then Ye Wushang moved.

With a brutal tear, he ripped off the demon’s arm. Blood sprayed across the sky, only to be dissolved by Ye Clan’s formation into nourishing energy.

The demon screamed, hurled backward, agony consuming him.

The second demon’s face darkened. So strong no wonder the Eternal Night Monarch suffered losses.

The wounded demon snarled: “Kill him. I don’t care for his flesh, take it all. Just make sure he dies!”

“Deal,” the other replied, eyes gleaming.

Together, they attacked one fist, one palm unleashing half-step Deification power, enough to threaten true Deification experts.

They believed this strike would kill Ye Wushang instantly.

Ye Wushang remained calm.

He even worried the noise might wake his daughter, so he set a sound barrier around her.

“Dare to belittle us perish!”

Their roars shook the heavens.

Ye Wushang lifted his gaze, eyes tranquil.

He clenched his fist. Lightning crackled.

Thunder gathered at his knuckles.

The Heaven-Breaking Divine Fist tore through the sky. Thunder obliterated demonic energy, ripping open a storm-filled void.

The clash shook the world. Space fractured, winds howled, realms collapsed.

Moments later, the two demons were hurled from the chaos, blood spraying, bodies smashing through mountains before halting.

They stared in horror. Defeated by a single punch.

Ye Wushang stepped forward, daughter in arms, gazing cold.

“You what are you? How can a human be this strong? I don’t believe it!”

Their disbelief was answered by another punch.

Thunder and fist-light consumed them. Their proud demonic might shattered like glass.

The heavens collapsed, earth trembled, millions of miles quaked.

Their bodies exploded. Blood rained across the sky, dyeing the heavens crimson.

Witnesses were stunned.

Half-step Deification demons of a supreme lineage slain like ants.

Ye Wushang’s power was beyond comprehension.

He waved his hand, lightning purging demonic taint from the blood rain, letting it fall harmlessly to nourish the land.

All his focus was on the girl in his arms sleeping like a kitten.

His eyes softened, filled with love and guilt.

Of all my children, she is the one I’ve never met. The one I owe most.

His cold gaze swept the crowd. None dared remain. They fled, fearing his wrath.

Ye Wushang descended, carrying the girl to his wives.

They saw her and wanted to ask, but his eyes silenced them.

He laid her gently in his chamber before stepping out.

Yue Rushuang’s tears flowed. “Husband this child?”

Ye Wushang nodded heavily. “She is Xiyao’s daughter. I felt her bloodline.”

“Poor child she has suffered so much.” Yue Rushuang covered her mouth, sobbing quietly.

Ye Wushang’s face remained grim. If the child came alone then Xiyao must be in grave danger.

But he dared not speak it, fearing to deepen Yue Rushuang’s sorrow.

For now, he let the girl sleep peacefully. He could not bear to wake her.