"Hehehehe... Hahahaha..."
That terrifying laughter again—impossible to tell if it was real or fake—echoed through the entire Daoist temple, chilling everyone to the bone.
Everyone held their breath. Silence fell.
Bathed in moonlight, the blood-soaked, solitary figure trembled, slowly turning his head. He wiped the crimson blood from the corner of his mouth, slipped his finger into his mouth to suck it clean, and looked down from above with those blood-red eyes at his fellow cultivator, who had completely lost the will to resist.
"Don’t...worry." Gasping for breath, his slightly parted lips forced out a sentence: "I...won’t kill you. But beyond that, I make...no promises."
Every word struck One-Eyed Dragon’s heart like a crashing wave.
His will was shattered in an instant!
"No, don’t come near! Spare me! Spare me!" One-Eyed Dragon, collapsed on the ground, stared at the Monkey King’s slowly approaching legs and the bloody footprints trailing behind. He no longer even had the courage to meet those eyes.
Panicked, he scooted backward—by now, he had lost even the ability to run away.
"Heh...spare you?" The Monkey King’s twisted face curled into a sneer.
"Don’t come near! Don’t come near! It was my master—it was your senior brother Danny Crimson who told us to deal with you! We didn’t want to do it! Please, I beg you, spare me!" One-Eyed Dragon cried out loudly.
It was all in vain.
The wind whipped past the Monkey King’s ears, like countless evil spirits urging him on, thirsting for One-Eyed Dragon’s blood.
He couldn’t help but clench his fist.
Yet another voice in the Monkey King’s mind held him back; compared to blood, this voice craved fear even more.
It was an unimaginable feeling—different wills tangled together in his mind, so complex it defied description, yet so direct in its expression.
Step by step, the Monkey King approached One-Eyed Dragon, but did not strike. He even deliberately slowed his pace.
He wanted to torment him—torment him!
A cry from deep within his soul urged him to savor the pleasure of fear, to listen to the other’s desperate wails.
He was so obsessed with these cries of despair that it became an addiction!
All the Daoist disciples were deeply moved.
If Eugene hadn’t stepped in to stop them, many of the Spirit-Absorption disciples guarding the Scripture Tower might have joined the others to stake out the Monkey King’s hut.
If that had happened, perhaps those struggling desperately to survive today would have been them.
Back then, many had been resentful of Eugene’s decision, but now, it seemed nothing short of brilliant.
This terrifying Monkey King was not someone they could afford to provoke—he was a beast, a demon!
He created fear, and was obsessed with it.
Footsteps echoed in the distance; the unrest had spread throughout the Daoist temple.
Countless disciples rushed over with torches, but upon witnessing the scene, they were all equally horrified, chilled to the bone. No one dared to help the pitiful wretch begging for his life.
At that moment, a faint sense of anticipation grew in the Monkey King’s heart. He even looked forward to more ordinary disciples arriving, hoped they would attack him, and yearned for a fierce battle.
It was anger suppressed for over a year—he needed to let it out.
Anna Yang led Belle down from the nearby rooftop, watching the scene unfold with great interest.
"What have you done?! How did he become like this?" Tears welled in Belle’s eyes as she struggled to break free, but Anna Yang held her tightly.
"I didn’t do anything, just amplified his emotions—let him do what he wanted ahead of time." Anna Yang smiled. "This is the Traveler’s Path. To walk the path of slaughter, only blood can pave the way to the summit."
"Let me go!"
"Just watch quietly, don’t do anything." Anna Yang pulled Belle close, covered her mouth, and whispered in her ear: "Don’t interfere—let’s enjoy the show. If you want to stay by his side, you must learn to keep your distance and do nothing. Extreme Traveler’s Path cultivators are lone heroes. All you need to do is watch from afar and cheer them on. They don’t need friends."
Her voice was so gentle, it sent chills down the spine.
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"Don’t... don’t come near... Please, I beg you, spare me..." This man, seven feet tall, was now kneeling and begging for mercy in front of everyone, sobbing uncontrollably. He looked to the crowd for help, but met only avoidance.
One-Eyed Dragon had lost all strength. All that remained was helpless begging: "It was my master who made me do it, not me... Uncle Sun... please, I beg you, spare me..."
He had never imagined facing such a demon head-on.
Why? Why did it come to this?
He had joined a prestigious sect of immortal cultivators, a brilliant future spread out before him—maybe one day he’d become an Earth Immortal...
But the look in this demon’s eyes made it clear he wouldn’t survive the night; that glorious future meant nothing to him now.
Fear had overwhelmed everything—he wailed, kicked, scooted backward, using all his remaining strength to keep that ever-shrinking distance.
"No, it was all my master—it was all Danny Crimson, not me..."
"Is that so?" A cold voice appeared out of nowhere, echoing directly in everyone’s mind, sending chills down their spines.
"If he’s a failure, then what does that make you?"
One-Eyed Dragon turned his head and saw that Danny Crimson had somehow appeared behind him.
His Daoist robe was as red as blood, fluttering without wind—a sign of his master’s extreme anger. His clenched fist and his cold, disdainful gaze from above.
A chill ran down his spine!
"Master, I..."
Before One-Eyed Dragon could finish, Danny Crimson kicked him in the side. Instantly, One-Eyed Dragon flew through the air, spraying blood from his mouth, tumbling and crashing hard into a nearby wall.
Dust rose as the hard blue stone wall cracked with a thunderous boom.
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Two disciples rushed over and turned him over—One-Eyed Dragon’s face was a bloody mess, and he had completely lost consciousness.
"Senior brother, was this really necessary?" Elder Sky had appeared on the stone steps nearby, but did nothing else. The crow’s feet around his eyes betrayed his helplessness.
Danny Crimson shot One-Eyed Dragon a cold glare and snorted, "A traitor who betrays his master and ancestors deserves no mercy!"
With that, he unfastened his wrist guards, turned his hawk-like eyes to the Monkey King, and sighed, "These useless fools can’t be relied on. In the end, I have to do it myself." A slow smile spread across his face. "Such murderous intent—how nostalgic. Let’s see today what makes you, the tenth junior brother, so favored by our master!"
A vicious wind suddenly whipped up beside him, shredding his clothes in an instant. Beneath the blood-red Daoist robe was a suit of dark green armor!
"Traveler’s Path!" everyone cried out in astonishment.
Anna Yang’s eyes widened as she unconsciously tightened her grip on Belle’s hand.
Traveler’s Path—there were other Traveler’s Path cultivators in this temple!
Encountering Traveler’s Path cultivators on Mount Kunlun was no surprise—they aspired to become celestial soldiers and generals. But the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave was famous for its humility and had no ties to the Heavenly Court. Could it be that Subhuti had long harbored other Traveler’s Path disciples?
"How could this be..."
Violent currents of energy raged around Danny Crimson, shredding a fallen leaf to dust in an instant.
He slowly spread his arms, standing firm against the wind.
The last trace of a smile vanished from his face, replaced by icy coldness. He slowly extended his left hand, swinging it forward in a defensive stance. "I’m two realms above you. Tonight, I’ll fight you with one hand. Our feud ends here and now!"
A Spirit-Absorption Traveler’s Path cultivator versus a Spirit-Transformation Traveler’s Path cultivator—no matter how talented, even with one hand, was there any chance of victory?
The answer was painfully clear.
Everyone sighed for the Monkey King; no matter how strong he was, a Spirit-Absorption Traveler’s Path facing a Spirit-Transformation Traveler’s Path was certain defeat.
At this moment, surrender seemed the only wise choice.
Yet, to everyone’s surprise, the Monkey King bared his teeth, crouched low, and in the next instant, charged straight at Danny Crimson!
"He could clearly control himself... so why..." Anna Yang’s hand instinctively covered her mouth.