Red Heart Patrols the Sky Chapter 694 - 694 143 Demon

694: Chapter 143: Demon?

Nightmare?

_1 694: Chapter 143: Demon?

Nightmare?

_1 Jiang Wang raced through the torrential rain.

Rumbling thunder.

The sky flashed with lightning and roared with thunder.

The rain pelted his body, and the lightning occasionally illuminated his expressionless face.

His entire body was soaked by the cold rain, and he hadn’t even thought to use Path Origin to protect himself.

His mind was heavy with concerns.

The world was pitch black, and all around him dim.

On this night of pouring rain, he felt an icy loneliness.

Killing Dong Ah should have brought him pleasure.

Especially since Dong Ah, as the deputy pri minister of Zhuang Country, was a core figure anchoring the ho front.

His assassination could significantly impact the entire Zhuang Yong conflict.

By then, figures like Zhuang Gaoxian, Du Ruhui, Huangfu Duanming might very well die!

But at the sa ti, the three hundred thousand Zhuang Country troops battling in Yong Country would probably have little chance of returning alive.

Jiang Wang’s heart was torn.

And he was far from pleased.

Dong Ah was the only teacher he had ever acknowledged, from feeling alien and reverent to entrusting faith.

He had been firmly resolved to kill Dong Ah, and, in the end, indeed killed him with his own hands.

But it did not feel gratifying.

Rain was ahead, rain was behind, and his heart felt empty.

As he traveled through the stormy winds and rain, the entire world seed filled only with the sound of rain, drowning out even his heartbeat.

At this mont, he missed Jiang Anan terribly.

When he felt detached from the entire world, Jiang Anan beca his only connection to the present.

“Hahahaha…

You are not yet qualified to demand an explanation from !”

Dong Ah’s mocking laughter seed still to echo in his ears.

“Hahahaha…”

No…

that’s not right!

It felt like it truly was echoing.

The laughter seed to really continue.

That laughter was resounding in the depths of his soul!

Jiang Wang was startled and, realizing sothing was wrong with himself, imdiately thought of Jiang Yan.

The ever-vigilant and wary Jiang Yan.

Yet inside Tongtian Palace, the Dark Candle was so still.

And during the fight with Dong Ah, he had personally witnessed Jiang Yan and Dong Ah’s chancellor seal both being gravely injured.

At that mont, Jiang Yan had been rendered completely silent and should not have been able to recover so quickly.

He spread out the Divine Soul Flower Sea, covering the Dark Candle, and also summoned the swarms of Soul Stealth Snakes to roam within the sea of flowers.

If Jiang Yan showed any anomaly, he was ready to confront and settle the matter of life and death right then and there.

“Hahahaha…”

The Dark Candle did not make a move.

But Dong Ah’s voice continued.

Why can I still hear his voice after he is already dead!

Why…

does his soul still linger!

Jiang Wang stopped in the deluge high above, and before he knew it, his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.

“Dong Ah!”

He called out loudly.

“Dong Ah!

Show yourself!”

“I want to kill you!

I want to kill you!”

“I want to kill you again!”

His voice did not carry far in the rainy night, quickly stifled by the sound of rain.

“Hahahaha…” Dong Ah’s maniacal laughter rang out once more.

Dong Ah…

Dong Ah…

Where are you?

The rare sight of the Constellation Python straying from the Star River Dao Spiral, snaking through every corner of Tongtian Palace.

The True Spirit of the Dao Pulse sought out any anomalies within the palace.

Dong Ah…

Where are you hiding?

The spirit leaped into the Inner Mansion, thousands of Hidden Snakes slithering through every room.

Couldn’t find…

couldn’t find…

Dong Ah kept laughing.

That damn laughter of his, it continued on!

“Ah!”

Jiang Wang clutched his head, his headache splitting.

He tumbled through the air.

“Dong Ah!!!”

Opening his bloodshot eyes amidst the torrential rain, Jiang Wang suddenly saw a figure appear.

He was dressed in a black robe adorned with flying dragons, his expression determined, sporting a short beard.

He said, “The Dao technique duel to the death begins!”

“Ah!”

Jiang Wang threw a punch, but the figure vanished, his fist contacting only the cold rain.

The headache…

It was killing him.

Jiang Wang clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails dug into his flesh.

He violently turned around!

The resolute-faced middle-aged man appeared before him again, seated in mid-air: “From now on, in front of , you may call yourself a disciple.”

“Go to hell!”

Jiang Wang joined his fingers and swung a surging sword qi horizontally: “To consider you my teacher is my life’s greatest regret!”

The sharp sword qi cut through the heavy curtain of rain but brought no light.

The figure shattered once more.

Jiang Wang, you must stay calm.

Jiang Wang, you must stay calm!

Fighting through the severe pain and hatred, Jiang Wang called to himself with the last of his rationale, repeatedly calling to himself.

But Dong Ah’s figure appeared before him again.

He extended his index finger, and a green spike condensed at its tip, casually instructing, “The interdiate-grade Dao Technique, Swallowing Poison Spike.

This technique is very practical and can be used at the interdiate stage.”

“Use it in your coffin!” Jiang Wang lunged forward, roaring with a knee strike.

The figure burst into a cluster of shadows, flowing like water.

It spun in the air a few tis, then suddenly twisted, transforming into an old man with black hair.

It was Du Ruhui!

Du Ruhui watched him quietly: “You want to kill , don’t you?

Co on!”

Sothing’s wrong…

Sothing’s wrong…

A faint rationale within was telling Jiang Wang that all of this was amiss.

Sothing was off.

But seeing Du Ruhui’s smug, hateful face, Jiang Wang still charged headlong, with punches, kicks, knee strikes, and elbow strikes…

That face shattered again, and only the persistent rain continued.

What exactly was wrong…

Jiang Wang thought laboriously.

And then, the Great General appeared.

Clad in heavy armor and wielding a Guandao, Huangfu Duanming spoke from within Jiang Wang’s sight: “The lives of a re town’s citizens, if they die, they die.

I have waged wars all my life; the lives lost under my command are far beyond these.

What can you do about it!”

“Heh!

Heh…

Heh!” Jiang Wang gasped, struggling to breathe: “I will kill you, sooner or later I will kill you!”

The figure of Huangfu Duanming turned, becoming Zhuang Gaoxian in an imperial robe, standing with his hands behind his back, exuding dignity and dominance: “The three thousand miles of rivers and mountains of Zhuang Country belong to .

The countless citizens of the Zhuang Region are under my rule.

Sacrificing the few to save the many, how could I not?

What are you that dares to criticize ?”

“The rivers and mountains of Zhuang Country are shared by its citizens, not your personal possession!”

Jiang Wang steadied himself in mid-air, swaying, and suddenly charged forth: “Every person’s life is their own, who gave you the right to sacrifice them!”

This ti, the shadow that was Zhuang Gaoxian didn’t dodge or avoid but collided directly with him!

rging into Jiang Wang!

“Hatred!”

“Hatred!”

Jiang Wang heard his own voice saying this.

In a bone-chilling cold, he suddenly realized many things.

In Maple Forest’s death domain, hatred had overwheld morality for the first ti, leading to his journey to Wangjiang City to forcefully demand the Decayed Wood Decision.

Hatred had overwheld his rationale, which is why he left Yun Country on New Year’s Eve, braving the dangers to Zhuang Country to behead Dong Ah.

Unbeknownst to him, he had long been eroded by hatred!

As the shadow crashed into his body, Jiang Wang’s eyes rolled back, and he plumted straight down from high altitude!

Before losing consciousness, his last thought was—

If this is indeed my Heart Demon, then what is Jiang Yan…

…

In the sa rainy night.

South of Xin’an City, a figure enshrouded in fierce flas streaked through the curtain of rain like a falling star.

North of Xin’an City, a drenched young man, clutching his head, fell from the sky.

Even further north, in a place the sudden rain had not reached, was the swiftly flying figure of Lin Zhengren.