Chapter 0123

Chapter 123: I’m Done Being Human, Consultant!

The scene was so terrifying that no one dared step forward. Even Zhou Tong stood with hands behind his back and watched.

The Devil Marshal shook with rage and fear as he shouted: “Damn human beast, you dare devour our origin. Do you know the price?”

Zhao Wu Tian answered with action, biting into his neck and draining him dry in a heartbeat. The Devil Marshal let out one last scream and was gone.

The Heavenly Devil Venerable panicked and pleaded: “Wait. We can still talk.”

Zhao Wu Tian’s eyes were cold as he said: “There is nothing to talk about. Hand over your power.”

“Damn it,” the Devil Sovereign snarled, flinging out the Heaven Net Devil Web to crush Zhao Wu Tian with a saint artifact.

Zhao Wu Tian laughed wildly and said: “A damaged saint artifact is nothing. I’ll take it,” then he pressed down with a flood of blood energy and tore the net into shreds, swallowing the pieces.

He immediately coughed a mouthful of blood. Saint might raged through his body like wild horses, pounding to blow him apart. The Devil Sovereign and the others silently wished for him to die.

Things did not go their way. Moments later, Zhao Wu Tian completely refined the saint might. Demonic qi soared like a tsunami as he stepped into peak Half Saint.

He tore the Devil Sovereign in half and said: “You die too.”

The Heavenly Devil Venerable choked out with hatred: “You dare. The great Devil Race will never spare you. Soon you will go to Hell to keep me company,” then a bright light flashed at his brow. A tiny figure identical to him jumped out from his spirit platform. It was his primordial spirit. A Half Saint could condense a primordial spirit. If it stayed alive, the cultivator might come back.

Zhao Wu Tian snorted and said: “Trying to flee? Not so easy,” and shaped his blood energy into a cage to trap it.

But the Heavenly Devil Venerable’s primordial spirit did not struggle. It swelled quickly, then detonated. Black light flashed. A powerful wave of information shot out and vanished beyond the sky in an instant.

His last vow echoed through the air: “With my soul, I call my king. Let demonic might descend and flood the world with blood!”

Hearing it, the corner of Zhou Tong’s mouth lifted as he thought: [The big fish is finally on the hook.]

Far beyond the Nine Heavens, in the dark and muddy chaos, three terrifying figures were waiting.

The Eighth Heavenly King asked with a tease: “Ninth Heavenly King, are your three men reliable?”

The Ninth Heavenly King scoffed and said: “Old Eight, you’re always doubting shadows. It’s just a small secular Empire. Won’t Tun Tian’s three take it easily? Right, Seventh Brother?”

The Seventh Heavenly King spoke in a low voice: “I hope so. If we can seize the Dragon Vein of the Heavenly Dao domain, we will not have to live in this awful place. With that as our base, taking all mankind will only be a matter of time.”

The Eighth Heavenly King laughed and said: “Then why frown, Seventh Brother?”

The Seventh Heavenly King answered: “There are peerless experts among humans. I fear they will make so much noise they alert the human Saints.”

Before he could finish mocking, the Ninth Heavenly King froze, shock on his face. The Eighth asked: “What is it?”

The Ninth Heavenly King’s eyes turned blood-red as he said: “Tun Tian has been killed, and killed miserably. His primordial spirit could not even send more details. Whoever did this, I will grind them into paste,” then he tore open space and vanished.

The Eighth Heavenly King shook his head and said: “Old Nine is always so rash,” not caring much. A dead Devil Sovereign was not worth his worry.

The Seventh Heavenly King frowned and said: “Go too. One may not be enough.”

The Eighth Heavenly King started to complain, then fell silent under the Seventh’s icy stare. He forced a smile and said: “Fine, I’ll go. Give me one hour, and we will return in triumph,” then he left.

Half a cup of tea later, the Seventh Heavenly King finally stood up. He paced, brow knotted into three lines and said: “Something is wrong. I have a bad feeling. It’s like a great disaster is coming. No, those two alone are not steady. I will go as well to ensure nothing goes wrong,” then he strode out.

Over the Imperial Capital, only one enemy of mankind remained: Zhao Wu Tian, now half human and half demon.

A human expert trembled and said: “What a scary aura. Is he still a Half Saint? He could break into Saint at any moment.”

The empress cut him off with royal sharpness and said: “Do not fear. Even if he is strong, he is only a Half Saint. I will lead the charge and slay the demon,” then she struck. Dragon and phoenix followed her hands, and the force of a queen rolled out.

The others refused to fall behind. Their auras rose as they charged at Zhao Wu Tian.

As expected, two fists could not beat many hands. Zhao Wu Tian took another heavy blow and his body split apart.

Someone brightened and said: “See? It’s not a big deal. Keep this up and we win.”

Zhao Wu Tian’s mocking voice came as his shattered body mended in an instant: “Is that so?”

Cries of shock followed: “How can this be?”

He laughed and said: “No wonder the Devil Race’s origin is prized. This recovery is unmatched,” then his gaze locked onto Zhou Tong. He said: “Consultant, you are the only one here I respect. Now that you see my perfect form, how do you feel?”

Zhou Tong answered without warmth and said: “Pitiful. You have fallen. You chose to stop being a person.”

Zhao Wu Tian chuckled and said: “You do not understand. In a long life I learned a truth. The more humans scheme and play power games, the more likely accidents ruin them. Humans have limits. To grow stronger, you must break those limits.”

Zhou Tong frowned and said: “What are you trying to say?”

Zhao Wu Tian threw his head back and shouted: “I’m done being human, Consultant,” then his back split open. Ten clots of blood came out one by one, each giving off an aura equal to a Half Saint. He grinned and said: “Let my blood slaves play with you.”

Faces paled among the Half Saints.

Down below, You Jing Feng held himself back from acting. He suddenly noticed Mo Liu Su nearby and said: “Girl, you are a human expert, and you hold a saint artifact. Why are you not helping?”

Mo Liu Su looked over. When her eyes fell on the little demoness beside him, her face turned dark. She said coldly: “My business is none of yours. As for you, hand over that little brat next to you right now, or don’t blame me for being rude.”