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Zuo Dao felt an overwhelming urge to vomit; it was just too much to bear! Humans are humans, and demons are demons. Both are born of mothers, yet they are fundamentally different.
The Demon Slayer God remains the Demon Slayer God at its core.
The technique he was trying to use unexpectedly affected his own Source. Who is Zuo Dao?
Primordial Form of the Great True Martial Body.
Nine Immortal Souls.
Any one of these could allow a Cultivator to dominate, let alone that Zuo Dao possessed both.
However, the Demon Slayer God technique fundamentally conflicted with these two aspects.
Zuo Dao felt like a pregnant woman, retching and retching until it became a habit. Even if he were beaten to death, he would never use this so-called Demon Slayer God again; nothing was more satisfying than delivering a punch himself.
The demon Seven Nine Six Eight had entered a critical state; the Demon Slayer Technique had been broken, causing immense damage. His Source had already been injured before and had yet to recover. Now, with the heavy backlash, he suffered even more injuries, losing nearly all of his life force.
From a distance, Hong Chuang and others watched this bizarre scene unfold.
The Azure Robed Man floated in mid-air, seemingly unconscious. Meanwhile, the White-Clad Killing God, Zuo Dao, was retching violently but nothing came out.
A quick-witted individual considered seizing the opportunity but was stopped by the Ghostly Old Monster.
"Want to die? Don't drag us down with you."
In such an unclear situation, approaching was tantamount to seeking death. If the other party became displeased, they would be dragged down as well.
Demon Seven Nine Six Eight felt as if he had returned to the Demon King Star, surrounded by familiar demons. He even saw his Demon Father and Demoness.
"Is this the rhythm of death?" he kept asking himself.
"Why am I seeing so many familiar demons? I really miss home."
Zuo Dao noticed two lines of tears streaming from the tightly shut eyes of Demon Seven Nine Six Eight.
At that moment, he stopped speaking, his movements becoming swift and agile. He leaped forward, and amidst the astonished gazes of the cultivators, he took out a jade vial and cautiously collected the two lines of clear tears.
Is there anyone in this world who understands demons better than Zuo Dao? It can be confidently said that there is not.
"This is a good thing; don't waste it," he said while deftly gathering the Demon Tears.
Demons do not shed tears; they only appear in such circumstances. That is to say, they are either benevolent demons or tragic fiends, but both are rare and hard to come by.
At that level, which demon or fiend is not a great power? Or perhaps they have become followers of unparalleled immortals.
Demon Seven Nine Six Eight is undoubtedly an anomaly. He had spent far too long in the human world, so long that he had almost forgotten his own identity. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been beaten half to death by Zuo Dao. A demon in its demonized state is the most terrifying; akin to a human-shaped nuclear weapon, anyone who encounters it would be doomed.
During his time on Moling Star, Demon Seven Nine Six Eight had begun to resemble a human more and more. He had taught in a mountain village, served as an elder in a sect, and even worked as a shopkeeper. This was something completely impossible for a demon, yet he managed to do it.
His prolonged human life had subtly changed some of his thoughts; sometimes he even found himself thinking that being human was quite nice.
If it weren't for Zuo Dao's divine blood eruption, he might still be in the Bone Palace acting as his behind-the-scenes boss.
Demon Tears—what a wonderful thing! At this moment, Zuo Dao looked at Demon Seven Nine Six Eight with much gentler eyes.
What a splendid demon! There was potential for him to become a demon immortal or even a bodhisattva. Such a prodigy absolutely could not be overlooked.
Although his divine blood was running low, exchanging one drop for an extraordinary fighter would surely be a profitable deal.
Even if his body was weak, he had to take action; failing to acquire this would be unreasonable. As he thought about this, Zuo Dao suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something important. What could it be?
He truly couldn't recall until suddenly a thunderclap rang out. Right! He finally remembered what he had forgotten.
Looking up at the gloomy sky, the thunder and lightning were indeed quite lively.
"Have you all seen enough? Played enough? Once you're done messing around, get lost; I have work to do."
Even Hong Chuang and the others could hear those words.
“Rebel Against the Dao!!!” The Ghostly Old Monster looked at Zuo Dao with envy.
“Old Ghost, you can do it too,” Hong Chuang chimed in nonchalantly from the side.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a bolt of lightning struck Hong Chuang on the head, instantly manifesting an abstract figure before everyone. The sight nearly made Ghostly Old Monster burst out laughing.
“Old Hong, you're even better than I am! Hahaha.” The laughter abruptly stopped as another bolt of lightning struck Ghostly Old Monster squarely on the head.
The entire place fell silent.
The Dao cannot be defied; even if one tries, it is futile, especially now when the Dao is in a temper.
A drop of brilliantly colored blood appeared on Zuo Dao's fingertip. It seemed to momentarily drain the essence of the earth, leaving even the Dao reluctant to part with it.
In the distance, a Cultivator was drawn forward by this radiant light, completely captivated by the drop of blood.
Seeing this situation, Zuo Dao sighed deeply.
“Alas, I'm just a version of Tang Seng from another world; no matter where I am, I can't hide the fact that I'm just someone who gets eaten.”
There was no need for a vow to the Great Dao, nor any soul-binding chains.
Zuo Dao directly sent this drop of blood into the forehead of Yao Qiujiu Liu Ba.
“My demon, don’t let me down; I’m really putting my blood into this.”
After doing all this, he casually waved his hand and sent Yao Qiujiu Liu Ba into the Colorful Light Sphere.
“I’ll give you one more chance.”
With that, he sat down on the spot and began to regulate his breathing.
So tired!!!
This was the only feeling Zuo Dao had at that moment. A significant portion of his vital energy had been depleted, and he had no idea how long it would take to recover. However, looking at the figures within the light sphere, a sense of accomplishment surged within him.
The loss of vital energy also awakened a group of cultivators who had their minds taken from them, and they looked at Zuo Dao with pitiful eyes. Their intense gazes roused Zuo Dao from his meditative state.
As he opened his eyes and saw the crowd around him, Zuo Dao jumped up in fright.
"What do you want?" Zuo Dao felt a twinge of anxiety. What kind of people were these? Judging by their expressions, they couldn't possibly be thinking of doing something to him, could they?
As this thought crossed his mind, Zuo Dao felt a chill run through every pore of his body, and goosebumps erupted all over him like mushrooms after rain.
"I made it clear that we're all men here. If there's something to resolve, you can go back and sort it out slowly." At this point, Zuo Dao nearly crossed his arms defensively.
"Uh..." At that moment, Hong Chuang and Ghostly Old Monster finally reacted, raising their hands to wipe away the drool at the corners of their mouths.
"Young Master Zuo, you see, this..." Hong Chuang stammered, but Ghostly Old Monster couldn't wait any longer.
"I, Ghostly Old Monster, hereby declare..." Before he could finish, Zuo Dao decisively covered his mouth.
"Sorry, we're full," Zuo Dao said with a hint of smugness.
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