Chapter 409

Chapter 409: The Hell King Calls Out, Whoever He Points to Dies! Mu Lin’s Great Terror (Please Subscribe, Please Vote)

"???"

The magic ape’s momentum froze mid-surge, its threats left unfinished as it suddenly collapsed into ‘sleep.’ This abrupt shift left the crowd bewildered.

"What’s it doing?"

"Weren’t they about to fight? Why stop now?"

"Attack!"

"Magic ape, don’t chicken out!"

Some spectators egged them on while others wore uneasy expressions. As confusion spread, alarming changes overtook the magic ape’s body.

Its fierce aura withered at shocking speed. The creature’s muscular frame visibly shriveled and paled… as though some invisible force inside its body was devouring every drop of vitality, magic, and soul essence. Through it all, the magic ape lay completely still—offering no resistance.

Even the most stubborn doubters now faced an ice-cold truth:

The magic ape was dead.

Slain within three seconds of Mu Lin’s challenge.

"……"

"?!!"

"Impossible!"

The brutal efficiency left every witness gasping. Many struggled to process what they’d seen—especially since the magic ape had been considered strong among them. Countless observers privately admitted they couldn’t defeat the beast themselves.

If Mu Lin could obliterate the magic ape instantly, what hope did they have? Worse yet, nobody had detected how he’d done it. How could they fight an enemy whose attacks they couldn’t even perceive?

"Bullshit! You call this Transformation realm power?"

"Damn! Those East Sea Kingdom rumors were real… He actually toppled a nation alone…"

Most had doubted Mu Lin’s legendary feats before today. The stories sounded absurd—like a trade school dropout outsmarting Ivy League scholars. Without proof, skepticism was natural. That’s why so many had come: to uncover the hidden forces they assumed were backing him.

The arrival of Southeast Province aristocrats and Great Spirit Dynasty agents only fueled these suspicions.

To be honest, their conclusion based on common logic wasn’t wrong. The problem was—Mu Lin defied all logic.

Then their calamity struck.

…

Outside, the crowd marveled that Mu Lin had slain the magic ape instantly.

Within Yin Soil, Mu Lin found this outcome perfectly natural.

He’d attacked using the magic device Slaughtering Blade combined with Flames of Revenge, striking directly at the soul. Not everyone possessed protective treasures like Dragon Prince Ao Yi.

Without such treasures or the tough soul of an Earth Immortal, having their souls pierced by a spiritual weapon meant certain death.

Kill someone, and they die.

After finishing the magic ape and devouring its essence, Mu Lin immediately called another name.

"Gu Diao. Your turn."

"?!?"

Whoosh!

Hearing his name, the Gu Diao demon froze momentarily before snapping his wings open. He shot toward Moon Water City like a loosed arrow, clearly believing himself outmatched.

But Mu Lin’s blade outpaced wings.

Squelch!

The blade sank into Gu Diao’s skull with practiced ease. A twist of the wrist followed.

"Kreee…!"

The demon’s shrill cry cut off as his body plummeted earthward.

Mu Lin didn’t bother checking the corpse or absorbing its vitality. Like hell’s judge—which he literally was now—he called another name.

"He Luo. Step forward."

"No! Spare me, lord!" A fish-tailed demoness trembled, her He Luo lineage offering no speed advantage. "I’ll compensate you! I surrender!"

Like others, she hadn’t seen Mu Lin’s attacks. With Gu Diao’s failed escape fresh in memory, begging became her only option.

Mu Lin showed no mercy. He cherished his allies, but enemies received equal treatment regardless of gender.

Thwip!

As expected, another person was stabbed in the head by Mu Lin.

"Run!"

"Don’t kill me! I’m not involved!"

"Stay calm! Mu Lin can’t kill us all. Attack together and find his weakness… Urk!"

Having transformed into the King of Hell, Mu Lin called out the names of talented youths from the world of the living. Whoever he named would immediately perish.

This horrifying scene completely terrified the visiting Transformation cultivators. They scattered like frightened sparrows, fleeing desperately toward Moon Water City’s outskirts.

But Mu Lin wouldn’t allow their escape. Each kill strengthened him – these cultivators were ripe crops for harvest. The hellish sovereign continued his deadly roll call.

"Nine Infants…"

"Spiralturtle…"

"Plump Remnant…"

"Qing Que!"

When Mu Lin called other demons’ names, it only spread panic without prompting any rescue attempts. But when he named Qing Que of the Blue Bird tribe, someone halted.

"Bastard! Stop this!"

The challenger was Chongming Bird. As bearer of a renowned extraordinary bloodline, her power proved formidable. Her twin eyes pierced through yin and yang, revealing Mu Lin’s presence within the Yin Soil.

"Spare Qing Que, Mu Lin. I swear eternal neutrality."

Mu Lin laughed. "Your arrival in Moon Water City made you my enemy. This karma can’t be undone." He withheld another thought – while Chongming Bird sought peace, he coveted those extraordinary eyes.

As he spoke, Mu Lin’s blade stabbed toward the Blue Bird’s soul reflections. *Clang!*

Surprisingly, Qing Que survived the initial strike. A spiritual barrier shimmered around her soul reflections. "Interesting…" Mu Lin murmured, intensifying his focus.

Chongming Bird shook with fury seeing her companion attacked. "You fiend!" Relief briefly crossed her features when Qing Que endured, but tension quickly returned – she knew the jade pendant’s protection wouldn’t last.

At this moment, Qing Que’s soul reflections had already been bound by Mu Lin’s Infinite Chains, leaving her trapped with no escape.

"Little Sparrow, focus your consciousness deep within your soul! Mu Lin is attacking you from the Yin soil. Concentrate—you can sense the shadow in the underworld."

While roaring these warnings to Qing Que and the fleeing cultivators, Chongming Bird activated her innate eye techniques.

*Buzz!*

As her heavy pupils sharpened, Mu Lin sensed the barrier between the world of the living and Yin soil warping. Chongming Bird’s dual-pupiled eyes could not only pierce through all realms but also distort space through sheer gaze.

"Impressive," Mu Lin murmured, yet remained calm. Though Chongming Bird was formidable, the essence of Ouroboros ∞ he had mastered was no trivial power—it was a supreme essence capable of birthing worlds. He had already used it to forge the secret world and Yin Soil. He knew he could block her entirely if he wished, but after a moment’s consideration, he relented.

He let Chongming Bird tear a tiny rift, allowing her soul reflections to manifest within the Yin Soil’s Cycle of Life and Death.

"Mu Lin, I seek no conflict. Release Qing Que, and I shall depart," Chongming Bird declared upon appearing in the underworld, her tone diplomatic.

Mu Lin refused. "I warned you—the moment you heeded Yinglong’s call and came to Moon Water City, you became my foe. And I show no mercy to enemies."

"Then you choose poorly," Chongming Bird retorted. Her eyes flashed.

*Buzz!*

Mu Lin’s body shuddered as spatial distortion gripped him—she aimed to shred him using her eye technique.

"Worthy of your name, Chongming Bird. Your gaze is potent… but you’re not the only one with such eyes."

As he spoke, Mu Lin closed his eyes. Darkness swallowed the skies of Yin Soil and the Cycle of Life and Death. He countered her spatial distortion with Zhu Long’s eye techniques—and triumphed utterly.

Though Chongming Bird’s widened eyes still pierced the gloom better than any mortal cultivator’s, she could no longer see Mu Lin. Without sight of him, her spatial distortion fell useless.

With her eyes covered, Chongming Bird couldn’t detect her enemy’s movements. This unprecedented situation made her panic.

"How? You dare blind my eyes!"

Her shock contrasted with Mu Lin’s calmness.

As fellow mystical creatures skilled in eye techniques, Zhu Long naturally outranked Chongming Bird.

Moreover, this Yin Soil realm was Mu Lin’s creation – his domain that boosted Zhu Long’s powers further.

Lastly, Mu Lin’s magic power dwarfed hers, fueled by hundreds-fold amplified essence energy.

All spells in this world relied on magic power as their foundation.

These three advantages let Mu Lin overwhelm Chongming Bird completely.

Clang!

After neutralizing her strongest ability, Infinite Chains shot toward the holy beast.

She resisted fiercely.

Not inferior to true dragons, Chongming Bird possessed not just vision powers but also formidable physical strength.

Her blade-like wings unleashed sword energy bursts to repel the chains.

She darted through Yin Soil like a living flying sword.

Boom!

Her passage tore through air and earth alike, leaving destruction in her wake.

Though appearing unstoppable, Chongming Bird felt despair creeping in.

The Yin Soil’s oppressive weight pressed down while Manjusaka’s whispers filled her mind.

Earlier, she’d glimpsed other ancient terrors lurking in this realm – entities matching her own power.

"Must escape now. Prolonged battle means defeat."

She attempted to rip through space again.

But failed.

Ouroboros redirected all her attacks through endless energy transfer.

Her concentrated space-warping strike, when dispersed across the entire realm, became manageable to neutralize.

"Break! BREAK!"

Trapped by unyielding spatial barriers, desperation gripped her.

As chaos clouded her thoughts, an external voice pierced through:

"Swear fealty. I’ll free you."

The voice drew Chongming Bird’s attention, and she soon realized the one summoning her was Golden Crow Haoyang.

He too was a peerless prodigy.

His ambition stretched far—he sought dominion over all demons to become their emperor.

He didn’t merely dream; he’d spent years subduing others to his will.

Chongming Bird had rejected his offers before, her pride too fierce to bow.

Now, she declared:

“Save me and Qing Que, and I’ll serve you. But tread carefully—Mu Lin is formidable.”

Golden Crow Haoyang didn’t show fear. Instead, he chuckled, arrogance sharp in his tone:

“Let him be wary. He’s strong, but I’ve never been weak.”

“True!” A Bi Fang, another divine bird among Haoyang’s subordinates, chimed in. “What if Mu Lin tops the human race? Lord Haoyang rules the Demon Race! He’s slain Earth Immortals in open battle, unlike that scheming coward!”

With a thunderous roar, Haoyang unleashed his power.

Channeling the sun itself, his body blazed into a massive sun.

Boom!!!

The great sun’s emergence sent shockwaves rippling outward. Scorching heat scorched the land—air hissed, rivers boiled dry, earth split.

This world indeed bred peerless prodigies. The Bi Fang’s claims held truth: Haoyang had crushed Earth Immortals face-to-face.

The fleeing demons paused, relief washing over them.

“Our Demon Race’s true genius has stepped forth!”

“This clash will be legendary!”

“Who’ll prevail?”

Safe beyond the city walls, many gathered to spectate and debate.

“Mu Lin. His powers are bizarre…terrifying.”

“No. Lord Haoyang. Mu Lin’s tricks might’ve worked in ambush, but Chongming exposed them. Now he’s vulnerable.”

Nods spread through the crowd.

“Leaked secrets cripple him.”

“Prodigies fall when their moves become predictable. Battles reveal weaknesses—others adapt. Mu Lin’s luck has run dry.”

“Lord Haoyang’s already dissected his flaws.”