It’s a burly man from the late stage of robbery! He resides in the boundless ocean, yet commands the power of the three strongest truths, making his existence one no one dares to underestimate!
But now, such a powerful Night King has been hurt by Yang Tian?
On that night, the King used that magical finger!
It was truly astonishing!
At the sa ti, the Night King shook his head and then turned his icy gaze to Yang Tian, smirking as he said, "You not only know about the broken finger but dared to showcase it. That voice, it seems, was you!"
Voice?
Yang Tian frowned slightly upon hearing this. Clearly, he did not understand what the Night King was talking about.
Although initially, Yang Tian felt sothing was off when he encountered King Wu’s left envoy, Su Youu.
Even as his brothers and his disciples displayed the similar magic of killing ghosts and Black Slash before the White Sky King and the Night King, Yang Tian remained resolute in asserting their connection to the Devil.
But he still didn’t know what the connection was!
That night, King Jin looked at Yang Tian’s silence and again sneered. "Why don’t you admit it? Haha! Ten years ago today, you directly issued a Divine Oracle of magic, saying that you, the Demon King, were going to reincarnate?!"
Ten years ago today?
When Yang Tian heard this, his eyes no longer showed confusion but rather contemplation.
With the power he now commanded, his mory was unparalleled!
Not to ntion ten years ago—he could even recall events from a hundred years ago as clearly as if they had just happened.
That’s why Yang Tian knew that ten years ago, he certainly wasn’t so kind of monster!
Because ten years ago today, he had been trapped in a car accident, left a vegetative state!
On that day, a demon entered his shen body—the one that devours ghosts.
"Haha! So this was the Devil’s honor. Ten years ago, when it entered my shen body, it had already laid such far-reaching plans. It entrusted the divine to the Kings of Day and Night. After taking away, it stayed rooted in the Kingdom of Truth and returned to the cosmic starlight."
With just a bit of thought, Yang Tian understood everything!
At that ti, even though the Devil was rely a fragnt of its original ghostly form, it was still the Devil. How could it be so fragile as to be easily absorbed by a mortal like Yang Tian?
This question had never occurred to Yang Tian before, as the concept of the honorable Devil had long been irrelevant.
But now he understood—the Devil’s ability to devour the Holy Spirit had largely been for the sake of laying foundations within this Kingdom of Truth.
Because at its core, the Devil had never considered the possibility of failure. It couldn’t conceive that Yang Tian would actually consu it and rise to his current state!
Thus, Yang Tian, who had always abided by the principle of "benefiting you" and accepting the karmic consequences of that benefit, stared coldly at the Night King before him and spoke without hesitation: "Since you know who Ancestor Ben is, are you looking to kill Ancestor Ben?"
"Kill you? Why wouldn’t we destroy you? Aren’t we cultivators always reverent to the strong? Once upon a ti, you were a high-status Demon, but now you’re just an ant distracted after reincarnation. Killing you will bring the King everything you’ve ever had! Hahaha!"
That night, after King Jin spoke, Yang Tian’s entire body, injured by the finger’s impact, healed instantly, leaving no scar behind.
But even then, Yang Tian frowned and said, "You claim you’re a monster."
"What? You don’t think so?"
The King of the Night let a victorious smirk play across his lips and said, "Oh, I see, the King forgot. This Kingdom of Truth suppresses cultivators under the Heaven and Earth Laws. Yet even under this pressure, you managed to harm the King. Do you think your power surpasses the King’s? What a pity! What a pity you ever stepped foot into this Kingdom of Truth!"
As he spoke, the Night King suddenly launched a fierce strike, his full form surging forward.
"This... this is the aura of robbery, this... how can this be possible?"
With a cold snort from Yang Tian, the Night King’s originally dominant aura was forcefully subdued. In an instant, a powerful blast forced the King to stagger backward, barely able to stand.
In the arena, the Killing Strike collapsed into dust as if it had never lived.
Rumors of the Night King’s assertions about the Devil and monster reincarnation filled the air.
Yet it was always believed that under the rule of the Lord of the Night, even if Yang Tian caused trouble again, death would be inevitable.
Before robbery, and after robbery, it’s practically two different dinsions!
This is an accepted truth within the realm of cultivating truth.
That’s why previously, he had ridiculed Yang Tian, sneering at his foolishness. He confidently believed that Yang Tian’s challenge to descend from the heavens was nothing but a dead-end path.
But now, everything he had once mocked beca invisible slaps to his face. He felt utterly disoriented.
Beside him, even the silent figure hidden within the trees, once capable of matching words with him, had fallen speechless.
A robust man in the midst of the robbing stages!
This was the most exalted existence in Xiu Zhen.
Such a figure now stood right before them!
The next move? Indi Cang could already imagine—an iron-blooded duel spanning countless years at the crossing.
"You’ve broken the Heaven and Earth Laws to suppress the Devil? How is that even possible?"
Finally, the Night King steadied himself, gazing at Yang Tian in astonishnt.
But soon, astonishnt gave way to cruelty.
"Even if you can break through suppression and regain your crossing-stage power, so what? You, in just the early stage of robbery, could make any significant difference to Da Wang or in the later stages of robbery?"
And so, the Night King turned, looking toward the White Sky King, ready to persuade him to join forces.
But as the Night King’s gaze landed on the stands, a peculiar feeling struck him.
Because, whether it was the Heaven King or Su Youu, even the four envoys, their expressions bore shock, stupor, and even terror!
This caused the Night King to frown and ask, "At the re start of robbery, what is the aning of your expressions?"
Just as the words left his mouth, the Night King’s left envoy trembled, pointing toward the Night King as he stuttered: "My Lord, Night King, your... your..."
"What about the King?"
That night, the King grew increasingly bewildered and even angered as he retorted: "What are you babbling about?"
"Your... Your shen body!"
The Night King’s left envoy, drunk with terror, raised his voice to a shout.
Body?
The King looked down at himself upon hearing those words—and froze!
For in his line of sight, his legs were... gone.
Or rather, they hadn’t disappeared; they had turned to dust and were slowly dissipating, the transformation creeping upward.
First the calves, then the thighs, and now it was reaching his waist!
"What...what is happening? What did you... what did you do to ?"
As the Night King beheld the scene, he stared at Yang Tian in utter terror.
Among all those present, only Yang Tian had made contact with him!
But Yang Tian remained indifferent. He walked past him slowly, lowering his eyes to look at the King before him.
When the King’s gaze t his, the King’s knees buckled, and he imdiately knelt with trembling reverence, saying: "I...I have witnessed the Devil!"
"You’ve witnessed the Devil? What in the world is going on? Is this magic?"
At this mont, with half his body already dissolved, the Night King scread out loud.
The White Sky King, seeing it all and glancing at the silent Yang Tian, sighed and said, "Night King, give up already. The power of the Devil’s honor is not so easily claid. When we took this power, in truth... in truth, its outco was already predestined!"
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