Master of the Demon Emperor-Chapter 587: Got Used To It

"It's probably aimed at me,"

Su Yie said calmly, drawing a strange look from Wux Qingyao.

From the moment of his crossover, he had been pursued by countless enemies.

He had grown accustomed to it.

Perhaps it was the Karmic Tribulation Technique manipulating fate from behind the scenes.

Pfft—!

Wux Qingyao suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, bright as a summer bloom.

Su Yie was stunned and stared blankly.

Wux Qingyao's ears turned red, and she quickly restrained her smile, turning her head away and huffing, "What is it?"

"You can laugh?"

Su Yie asked in surprise, the ice-maiden beauty always seemed as unfeeling as a ruthless fairy. It had been so long since he saw Wux Qingyao laugh.

He had almost forgotten.

Of course, that was only true for him.

After all, he had spent tens of thousands of years in the Chaos Land, while for people like Wux Qingyao, only a few years had passed.

Su Lingding looked up, glancing back and forth between Su Yie and Wux Qingyao with a curious expression.

"We should still be more careful in the future, if the Lost Realm has fallen into such panic, the other party must be very strong,"

Wux Qingyao cautioned, her concern for Su Yie palpable; she was afraid he would suddenly disappear again.

Just like last time, although it was an opportunity, if such disappearances happened a few more times, she wouldn't be able to bear it.

Over the next two months, Su Yie and his companion continued to hear news about Yin Yang Worship Heaven; many renowned boundary-crossers were slain by him.

But even to this day, his identity had not been exposed.

Yin Yang Worship Heaven was not foolish; if his identity were revealed, he would inevitably offend countless forces.

Though ants are small, they can consume an elephant.

On that day,

Su Yie encountered Li Huahun.

The current Li Huahun was suffused with an overwhelming murderous aura. From thousands of miles away, that aura made one's heart race, even causing Wux Qingyao to frown.

"What's wrong with him?"

Wux Qingyao asked softly, knowing the relationship between Su Yie and Li Huahun, she refrained from making rash comments.

She was once part of the righteous sects, her way of thinking traditional, unable to stomach such a murderous aura.

Such a dense killing intent—only heaven knew how many slaughters Li Huahun had committed. It was her first time seeing a Fierce Demon with such a heavy aura.

"He has transformed from the Hongmeng Killing Intent, born with a penchant for slaughter. The more beings he kills, the stronger he becomes, and he can no longer control himself,"

Su Yie explained calmly, making Wux Qingyao's heart race with shock.

Isn't this a descent into devilry?

Anyone who descends into devilry from slaughter, no matter their past, will incur heavenly punishment.

Why had Su Yie allowed Li Huahun to fall so far?

She was unclear about what kind of person Li Huahun was,

But she knew of his kindness towards Su Yie.

Seeing Wux Qingyao frown in silence, Su Yie answered, "Even the Venerable Lord of Reincarnation cannot stop him, nor can I. You and I both understand how powerful his father is."

Hongmeng God Ren Woxiao!

Wux Qingyao was slightly moved.

She was no longer the ignorant Ancient Wilderness person she had once been; she knew the status of Hongmeng Divine Spirits now.

They were beings who stood at the pinnacle of Hongmeng, on an equal footing with Tai Yi Hundun.

And who is Tai Yi Hundun?

He is the creator of Chaos, considered the progenitor of all beings in Chaos and the thousands of Great Dao Planes.

If such beings indulged Li Huahun's descent into the path of slaughter, wasn't it their will?

"Sometimes, noble birth is in itself a sorrow, with fate preordained and no resistance possible,"

Wux Qingyao lamented softly.

Su Yie's heart shuddered sharply, suddenly remembering Li Huahun's roar when he killed Cheng Qingdie, and his mood darkened.

At that moment, a burst of wild laughter rang out.

Li Huahun, enshrouded in a blood wind, flew in swiftly.

He landed in front of Su Yie, who sized him up.

Because his countenance was often fierce and ferocious, Li Huahun's brow was marked with several bloodstains, as if he had grown an extra eye.

"Su Yie, the recently arrived God of Slaughter seems to be looking for you. The target he describes resembles you quite a bit."

Li Huahun got straight to the point, seemingly oblivious to Wux Qingyao beside Su Yie.

Although he often encountered Wux Qingyao in the Myriad Demon Court, his cold nature meant his eyes were only for Su Yie, and beyond that, for Ren Wokuang and Ren Wolang.

Su Yie's expression was calm as he said, "I had already guessed as much."

He sighed inwardly.

Why were there always such demons and ghosts coming to provoke him?

"From now on, I'll stay by your side to prevent any danger,"

Li Huahun continued, his strength had skyrocketed over years of frenzied slaughter, reaching the inconceivable Heavenly Dao Saint Realm.

In comparison, Su Yie's breakthrough pace was as slow as a crawl.

Of course, in terms of actual combat power, Su Yie was stronger.

Unable to hold back, Wux Qingyao said, "With me here, nothing will happen to Su Yie."

Although Li Huahun had grown stronger, staying beside Su Yie was more of a liability to her.

Li Huahun glanced at her and snorted coldly, crossing his arms in front of his chest, turning his head away, and said no more.

Wux Qingyao frowned, finding Li Huahun's attitude both amusing and a bit heartrending.

Even through numerous calamities, he remained stubborn in wanting to be good to Su Yie.

Though her heart held a place for Su Yie, she couldn't cast everything aside like Li Huahun.

Su Yie retorted without much patience, "Enough of that, do I need your protection? I'm stronger than you now; I should be protecting you."

"Bullshit. Surpassing you would take but a moment,"

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Li Huahun roared in a fit of embarrassed fury upon hearing this.

He was so different from the indifferent youth he had once been.

Su Yie smirked and began to bicker with Li Huahun.

The Li Huahun before and after awakening were on opposite ends of the spectrum, first nearly heartless and now crazed to an extreme, eliciting sighs of lament.

With Li Huahun joining, the group gained some liveliness.

Su Lingding was curious about Li Huahun, always trying to touch the hem of his robe, only to be scared off by his fierce faces, ending up crying loudly enough for Su Yie to scold Li Huahun.

Li Huahun didn't take it seriously and continued to do as he pleased.

About three days passed.

Yin Yang Worship Heaven still found Su Yie.

"You brat, I've finally found you!"

The sneer of Yin Yang Worship Heaven echoed between heaven and earth, lingering for a long time.

Su Yie and the others stopped in their tracks, all looking up.

They saw Yin Yang Worship Heaven, surrounded by black and white Qi, hovering in the air, looking down at them.

Even with his voice changed and his face obscured, Su Yie's first instinct was Yin Yang Worship Heaven.

"Yin Yang Worship Heaven, hiding your head and showing your tail, are you afraid people will find out about your recklessness?"

Su Yie snorted coldly. The only one who would go to the trouble of killing his way into the Lost Realm to face Su Yie, he thought, could only be Yin Yang Worship Heaven.

The Venerable Lord of Reincarnation would not need to go to such lengths to kill him.

And the Prison Tower Lord had a favorable opinion of him and would not make such a ruthless move.

Only Yin Yang Worship Heaven who had deceived him.

Hearing this, Yin Yang Worship Heaven revealed his true face, eyes sharp and piercing, he looked down at Su Yie and said, "Celestial Authority Demon Star, since you've guessed it, then you cannot live. Hand over the Space Rule, and I can grant you a swift death!"

The Space Rule!

Su Yie realized suddenly why Yin Yang Worship Heaven would go to such great lengths.

Were his reckless actions unnoticed by the Prison Tower Lord and the others, or did they tacitly consent?

"Stop talking nonsense with him! Tear him to pieces!"

Li Huahun said coldly, as tendrils of blood rose from his feet, swirling around him like a cyclone.