Angelo stood in the valley, watching the poison dragons circling above him . These filthy, foul-smelling creatures were baring their fangs, patrolling in the air . They'd give fatal blows to any being that tried to get close to the center .
Pulling the brim of his hat down, Angelo once again hid his face and horns underneath his robe . He flipped his hand over and shot out a ball of black Devil Qi . The Devil Qi tumbled in midair, forming the shape of curved jade .
The curved jade floated in front of him, giving off a faint purple light that illuminated an area of about a meter around him .
Only now did Angelo walk slowly toward the center of the valley .
From a distance, he could still hear the deep roars of creatures in battle and the wild laughter of other devils .
"Why do we have to stand guard here while Milan and the others can just drink and eat?"
Angelo heard the guards in front of him complain in a small voice . Without batting an eye, he made his way through multiple layers of guards and came to a light purple two-story building . Blood-red symbols were drawn on the walls .
"The Door of Blood and Flesh has another message, Fugurni, Your Majesty . " Angelo's low voice sounded .
But there was no response . The tiny building for the commander was completely silent .
Angelo felt his heart sink . Something was wrong .
"Fugurni, Your Majesty?" he asked again . "Are you okay?"
There was still no response .
Angelo's gaze turned serious . He walked up cautiously . His hand already pulled out the dagger strapped to his thigh .
He walked toward the little house slowly .
"Bang . "
He threw the door open .
Although Angelo, a Devil Lord, had seen his fair share of gruesome scenes, the bloody scene within the building still gave him a shock .
His comrade, the commander and Devil Lord of the earth forces, His Majesty Fugurni, was currently lying silently in the center of the room . His chest and abdomen were slashed open . A strong man wearing a black robe was squatting in front of his body, using Fugurni's Words of Destruction blade to poke around at his insides .
Hearing the door open, the man slowly turned around . His face was also covered in a black cloth, leaving only his cruel, faint red devil eyes visible .
"Oh… another one . " The man's voice was very low and attractive . Something strange in his voice rippled out, completely locking the surrounding area of a few hundred meters .
Angelo froze for a second, then stomped on the ground . With a bang, the ground cracked, and he shot toward the door with Devil Qi covering him .
But he only made a few steps before a large hand emerged from the door behind him grabbed his hair and pulled him back .
"No!!!" Angelo's voice could not be heard at all . He was pulled back instantly .
"Bang!"
The door shut . From inside, apart from the faint noise of flesh being torn apart, there was no other sound .
***
Autumn Moon City, Yin Yang Agency .
At the delicate light yellow monastery, the sun was just setting . A few men and women wearing white feathered caps were slowly walking along the stone paved hallways .
The man in the front held a serious expression . Deep furrows creased his face, his eyes betraying slivers of resignation .
"The Yin Yang Agency close to us has sent info . Until now, in the closest five cities, five Divine Weapon Masters have gone missing . At least three Devil Lords from the Devil Army have also gone missing with their Devil Blades . Are the detailed reports from the investigations back?" the man asked in a low voice .
"Reporting, not yet," a middle-aged woman next to him answered cautiously . "In normal situations, it usually takes about seven days—a cycle—before information can come back . "
"That'll be too late . " The man shook his head . "Five days, at most five days for a cycle . We can't be limited by our previous rhythm . Previous investigations have already mentioned that witnesses saw a man dressed all in black entering and leaving the Devil territories . Apparently, all the devils within a certain distance completely ignored him . "
"Emissary, are you talking about the mysterious man in black known as the Night Devil?" The middle-aged woman was the current head of the Yin Yang Agency in Autumn Moon City, Zheng Qiuyue . A while ago, the higher-ups suddenly sent over an emissary, who took over all her intelligence and power .
"Night Devil… that's a good name . This person only finds the darkest nights to strike . We must be careful . " The emissary thought a little bit more . "When the next reports come out, I'll consolidate them and report to the higher-ups . They will know what we should do with this Night Devil . "
"Emissary, you're very hard-working . But about the Night Devil, what is our stance…?" Zheng Qiuyue asked .
"Leave him alone for now . We don't have the power to interfere with him . As long as he doesn't prevent us from fighting the Devil Army, of course . " The emissary sighed .
He could not know who this mysterious Night Devil was, but from the current situation, the Night Devil did not seem to be targeting the country .
"But…"
"We'll see… Oh, right . My son has left home recently to gain experience…" The emissary changed the subject . Obviously, he did not want to talk about it anymore .
The Agency head, Zheng Qiuyue, got the hint .
They were seriously understaffed right now . Even if the man in black posed a huge threat, he was only harming the Divine Weapon Masters outside of the army and the three main sects . They were all people from smaller families and tribes .
Along with the overwhelming power he displayed, the emissary did not want to tread that minefield . He probably thought to let it slide for now and see what would happen next . Maybe Night Devil would even stop by himself .
But Zheng Qiuyue had an ominous feeling that the man in black would not stop so easily…
***
"Squelch!"
Lu Sheng beheaded the devil in front of him . The head with black bull horns flew out and rolled across the ground, finally landing in a pool of blood .
Lu Sheng sheathed his sword and looked around . Devil carcasses were everywhere .
It was high noon, and the sun was high in the air . A strong smell of blood rose from the ground . Along with the poisonous blood and foul smell of devils, there were no bugs or other creatures in a very wide radius .
In these past two months, Lu Sheng used the Thousand Sun Sect's intelligence to kill and rob people of Divine Weapons and Devil Blades . It didn't matter if they were devils, humans, or demons—as long as they had a Divine Weapon or a Devil Blade, he would go and take it . If someone was in his way, he just killed them .
His Yin Extreme Mode could hide his aura, so normal Divine Weapon Masters couldn't see him at all . No one would think that a Divine Lord was willing to lower himself to the point where he was killing and robbing people for their Divine Weapons and Devil Blades .
And due to this killing spree, Lu Sheng's Mental Energy finally reached thirty thousand .
What Lu Sheng was confused about was that the Divine Weapons and Devil Blades he obtained contained different amounts of Mental Energy . Some had a lot—around two, three, or even five thousand—but the lower ones had only around a few hundred .
There was a huge difference among some of them . Lu Sheng guessed it probably had to do with the amount of time these Divine Weapons existed and how famous they were .
Shaking off the blood on his sword, the carcasses around him were quickly burned by him using golden flames, and turned into black dust that floated in the air .
Lu Sheng glanced around . Making sure there were no living beings around him, he was about to continue his journey .
He had just gotten back from a Devil camp . There, he found a Devil Blade that was a short dagger . It looked very ancient . He was about to return to Autumn Moon City with it .
Suddenly, the faint noise of something flying through the air toward him sounded .
In the air, a figure in green flew over at high speed with white smoke and clouds trailing after him . He floated right above the area .
"Where's Brother Glenn? Why is it only you?" This man was around thirty or forty, his expression full of suspicion . He was wearing a green Taoist robe with golden edges . There was even a pure white whisk in his hand, making him look pure and holy .
Lu Sheng didn't respond . He faintly remembered that the Devil Lord leading the sect of Devil Army he just happened to come across and kill was called Glenn .
And this person…
Lu Sheng squinted . He probably mistook him for a messenger from the Devil Army .
"Did you bring it?" This Taoist priest didn't wait for Lu Sheng to respond . "Is it just you? Are you going back on your word? Were you trying to trick me?" A green light flashed across his face . The whisk in his hand glowed green, and the faint outline of a white heron started circling around him . The difference was that the heron's eyes were much more alive, and the outline was more solid than that of the other Divine Weapons Lu Sheng had seen .
'Oh? A Jade Star grade Divine Weapon?' Lu Sheng's eyes lit up . This was the first time he came across a Jade Star grade Divine Weapon since he started hunting .
The different grades of Divine Weapons did not really affect the strength of Divine Weapon Masters . They only determined their potential .
In other words, if a Divine Weapon Master got a Divine Intellect level Divine Weapon, he still wouldn't be that much stronger than an ordinary Divine Weapon Master . At this level, what mattered was their control and understanding of their Divine Weapon . Even if there was a huge difference between the weapons, the difference between the Divine Weapon Masters would be at most double . There wasn't that big of a gap .
It was like pouring a bucket of water through a small hose versus pouring a tank of water through the same hose . The pressure might cause a little bit of difference, but the actual amount of water let out was around the same .
Lu Sheng looked at the whisk in this man's hand carefully .
"I'm asking you a question!" Seeing Lu Sheng unresponsive, his expression became even darker .
"Collaborating with the enemy . Die!" Lu Sheng's sword flashed .
A sheet of silver cloth rose up from his hand, the faint outline of the Eight-Headed Griffin embroidered on it . The cloth shot toward the Taoist priest .
"Forget me sweep!" The priest became serious . Although he hadn't touched the cloth yet, he could already feel a force like a huge mountain or wave crashing toward him . So, he hurriedly waved his whisk and counterattacked, protecting his entire body .
The cloth only some twenty meters long actually gave him the feeling that he was facing a deep sea tornado .
The shadow of the sword light enveloped him .
The whisk encountered the silver light, but suddenly wailed . Next, a huge force landed on the whisk, and forced it back onto the priest's own chest .
"Boom!"
His aura exploded into green wisps all around him . A huge, bloody hole appeared in his chest .
The Taoist priest was dumbfounded . He looked down at the wound in his chest . In the center, a bit of golden flames was silently burning .
In that instant, he thought about a lot . He had done many things in this lifetime that others would find disgusting and appalling . Since he was young, he had great ambitions . His talent and wisdom helped him guide his family's development very early on . To help his family succeed, he had done many dirty, unimaginable things . But right now, the only thing he could think about was his young son, who was still immature…
'If I leave… what about him?' That was the priest's last thought .
"Boom!!!"
His entire body exploded, and turned into a ball of golden flame . Then he burned to dust .
The golden flames quickly contracted, then flew back to Lu Sheng and disappeared into his skin .
The whisk fell onto the ground . Lu Sheng swiped at it, and it flew up, landing in his palm . [ED/N: Mount Song is the central of Five Sacred Mountains in China, but who knows whether the author refers to the original one here]
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