Chapter Thirty-Six: Entering the Devil's Path
getting Yang Jiande to "confess". He believed himself to be well-prepared, with a foolproof plan.But Yang Jiande immediately "confessed" and found himself in a rather helpless predicament.However, he...Near the border between Yangdi and Rongguo.
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In the battlefield shrouded by cast-iron black pillars, the fighting continues.
Jiang Wang sent the shaken merchants back, remaining alone outside the reach of the iron black pillar, watching the battle unfold.
Not everyone has the opportunity to witness battles of this caliber.
A battle between strong individuals is not a street brawl, and "watching the commotion" is not entertaining. If you lack sufficient skill, bystanders can be caught in the aftershocks of the fight at any time.
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Of course, Jiang Wang is now safe behind the cast-iron black pillars, and there's a special experience of watching a caged fight.
It is said that in some black markets, there are arenas where cultivators bet their lives against each other. Because of the bloodshed and excitement, it is popular with some people. But I suppose no matter how much money you spend, you can't appreciate this level of death match.
For Jiang Wang, this confrontation between top-tier experts from the outer and inner realms was a rare and precious sight.
In this battle, Yin Guan fought with all his might, risking his life.
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After the inner court was the outer building. In this battle, he could understand many details and could be said to have benefited immensely.
In the ongoing battle, Yin Guan's situation has become very dire.
His eyes were consumed by an eerie green. And his handsome face was overwhelmed with a complex and chaotic mix of emotions.
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Bitterness, anger, hatred, suspicion, pain...
Jiang Wang saw countless negative emotions on Yin Guan's face, constantly shifting. Yet he didn't see a single emotion that belonged uniquely to Yin Guan himself.
Curses and warding techniques are trivial matters, they have always been so since their inception. They stem from human malice, whether it be hatred or suffering, ultimately leading to results through a dark and venomous means.
It's not even qualified to be called "the Dao," but rather a sinister and harmful way to harm others.
But the magistrate of the Twenty-Seventh City in the Lower Quarter, Yin Guan, had no other choice.
All of Youguo's accumulations were in the upper city. But with his talent, the day he reached the upper city was also the day he died.
The most lethal magical techniques available to him in the Lower City were curses and ward-breaking spells.
He could only practice this technique alone, concealing it from everyone and secretly exploring his cultivation.
In the absence of resources and guidance, he rose through the ranks based on this narrow skill, from humble beginnings to the pinnacle of power within the inner circle, and now even reaching the highest point of the outer tower!
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It is truly remarkable.
In all of recorded history, no practitioner of magic has ever reached the level he has now.
> There was no road ahead of him.
To escape the fate of being devoured by alien beasts, he was willing to fall into hell and use this dark magic as his foundation. However, hell did not leave him a single door.
He could only blaze his own trail, forge his own path.
He assembled a group of unruly strongmen to form Hell's Gate. Almost all the Yama Kings had been subdued by him personally.
Outside the building's perimeter, his power was undeniable.
But in the face of Yue Leng's divine presence, everything seemed so powerless...
"Though it may seem like a deity has descended, in the end, it is nothing but an illusion."
This sentence has been passed down in the spiritual world for a long time, and the earliest record is unknown. But it undoubtedly represents the hearts of many practitioners.
Watching one's lifespan reach its end, cultivation base gradually declining, essence and blood depleted, slowly retreating from the extraordinary back to "ordinary"... That's why many cultivators choose suicide at the last moment of their lives, all because they cannot bear that immense disparity.
Even as Yang Guojijie, the strongest warrior of his time, claimed to be the most powerful general in Yang Guo's history. Under Qi State's covert suppression, he was unable to break through the divine realm and could only watch helplessly as his strength diminished day by day, extinguishing all hope. In the end, at the Battle of Qiyang, he sacrificed his life on the battlefield, paving the way for the fame of two young men.
To Yue Leng, who had reached the realm of a god, how could Yin Guan's strength not be an illusion
Qin Guangwang, the King of Hell who has no gate, is only powerful because he has never fought a god-catcher head-on!
So Jiang Wang could see, Yin Guan repeatedly made desperate charges, but was blasted back each time.
His pupils were completely emerald green, appearing both eerie and insane.
He maximizes his mastery over negative emotions, pushing the power of negative emotions to its limits.
But as time passed, that kind of "negativity" would also erode him.
Therefore, his strongest explosive state cannot last. Facing Yue Leng, he was unable to stop.
Because once he exits this state, he will no longer have the opportunity to fight back!
Even Lian Jiangwang could see Yin Guan's state, let alone Yue Leng. He even consciously prolonged this state, allowing Yin Guan to collapse on his own.
Taking down Yin Guan wouldn't be difficult, but he wanted to solve the leader of Hell's Gate at the lowest possible cost.
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As time passed, Yin Guan was eroded by negativity to an ever-increasing degree. His attacks became more frenzied and powerful, but also increasingly unorganized.
Yue Leng's response became even more relaxed.
He saw no need to risk his life fighting a dying madman, so he even eased up on his attack.
Yet, Yin Guan's actions became increasingly violent!
His green eyes were wild, his long hair danced wildly, and his lips began to move rapidly.
There were continuous sounds, but it wasn't him speaking!
The voice of a man, the voice of a woman, the voice of an elder, the voice of a child...
That was countless mad ramblings.
"I curse you, I curse you, I curse you!"
"You deserve to die, you deserve to die!"
"Go to death!"
"You are destined to die without a burial place!"
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“I curse you, with my flesh and blood, my hair and life, everything I have, I curse you! I am willing to walk over mountains of knives and hellfire, dive into the sea of fire. As long as you... suffer the same as me!”
Yin Guan's expression, sometimes smiling, sometimes crying, sometimes ferocious, sometimes painful.
He completely lost it! He was consumed by the curse.
Has already been possessed!
Yue Leng, having made such a judgment, drew back.
Before destroying a person, Heaven drives him mad.
In such a situation, it's best to let King Qin Guang destroy himself. There's no need to intervene and risk getting involved in unnecessary trouble.
Yue Leng's judgment was undoubtedly very precise, and he also made the correct choice at the first time.
But he soon discovered that he couldn't get away!
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Yin Guanming had already lost his autonomy, being eroded by the reverse flow of cursed power. Yet, he still relentlessly pursued him as if "attacking Yue Leng" had become an instinctual drive.
Just like when you're hungry, you eat, and when you're tired, you sleep. It doesn't require wisdom to guide it, it's completely the most instinctive and direct choice.
Yue Leng was momentarily unable to draw back, but Yin Guan, in his state of frenzy, pressed closer.
Yin Guan, who had been corrupted by evil, instinctively wanted to kill Yue Leng!
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The green glow that had originally only enveloped his fist became increasingly glaring, ultimately "breaking free" from his body and condensing on his skin as emerald flames, burning with a "piercing" chill.
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It was an extremely cold burn, as if it would consume the viewer's eyes and even their soul.
Every green flame is a kind of self-destruction.
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