"Crunch... Crunch..."

The mortal city was a living hell; everywhere one looked, white bones sprouted like forests, and rivers of blood ran through the streets.

Demons devoured human flesh, their sharp teeth crunching bones with a sound that made one's teeth ache.

"Roar... Roar..."

Low growls mingled with even more bone-chilling chewing sounds.

From amidst the corpses, a pale hand stretched out, followed by a colossal figure, three zhang tall, crawling forth.

The figure was none other than Bian Zhuang himself. His eyes were now blood-red, his hair transformed into crimson flames, floating and flickering as if on fire. Wisps of tangible green demonic Qi flowed from his skin, faintly coalescing into a ghostly human face. His mouth gnashed on the arm of the demon he had just slain.

"Heh... Heh... I renounce my humanity!!"

Bian Zhuang laughed maniacally toward the heavens.

If being human couldn't defeat demons, then he would become the mightiest of demons.

Revenge! Revenge!

Kill!

Slaughter all who walk the path of injustice.

Bian Zhuang bellowed as he charged toward the densest gathering of demons. The ground quaked beneath him, roaring with thunderous echoes.

The demons, engrossed in their madness, suddenly noticed an even larger human storming toward them.

Before they could react, the man devoured them whole, one after another. Their spells were powerless against him—either deflected or rendered useless, and if by chance they succeeded in hitting him, his wounds healed rapidly, though his body grew slightly smaller with each spell.

In mere moments, Bian Zhuang finished consuming tens of thousands of demons across the entire city.

His form stretched to one hundred zhang in height.

Next, he set his sights on Jiang City in the nearby distance.

Devouring as he walked.

To Bian Zhuang, demons were but peanuts—no matter if they were monstrous calamities, lethally poisonous demons, or demons ablaze with fiery flames—he consumed them all.

At this moment, Bian Zhuang was the nemesis of demons.

Encountering many mortals along the way, though he declared he was no longer human, his heart still bore the essence of humanity. Not only did he leave the mortals unharmed, but he even extended his hand to save them.

"Thank you, Great King! Many thanks to the Great King!"

"Immortals live for eternity!"

The mortals were initially stunned but quickly dropped to their knees and kowtowed in gratitude.

Some braver mortals dared to follow behind Bian Zhuang, and upon seeing no resistance from him, more and more joined, forming a ten-li-long procession like a winding dragon.

Bian Zhuang massacred demons with brutal efficiency, requiring no weapons. His attacks were a flurry of destructive punches—or he would swallow them whole or tear them cleanly in two.

This ferocity didn't incite fear in the mortals; instead, it inspired deep veneration for this immortal who protected them.

Their loved ones and friends had perished cruelly to the demons. Witnessing the demons meet such an end filled their hearts with satisfaction.

Although Bian Zhuang's appearance was now terrifying, in their eyes, he was a guardian deity. Having been saved, they resolved to hang his portrait in their homes as protection against evil spirits in the future.

Since ancient times, immortals worshipped by mortals have fallen into two categories: one, those with auspicious and serene countenances that bring peace and blessings to the heart; and two, those like Bian Zhuang, radiating fiery wrath that even demons flee from in terror. Hanging portraits of these fiery immortals in one's home was believed to ward off evil.

Bian Zhuang was precisely this type of deity.

After this day, perhaps the heavens would bear witness to the rise of a Demon-suppressing God. Maybe he would become the Heavenly Court's foremost warrior in demon extermination, striking fear into the hearts of demons and ghosts across the Great Thousand World.

But now, Bian Zhuang had no time for such lofty ambitions. His thoughts were fixed solely on Jiang City, where he intended to confront the Heavenly soldiers and generals.

Why had they abandoned them?

Despite being so close, why had they chosen to flee to Jiang City, thousands of li away?

Did his people not matter?

Were their lives worth less than others?

Bian Zhuang sought justice—for his family and the fifty thousand citizens of Chuan City, whose lives were lost.

With just a fraction of their forces, they could have broken through the demons' defensive perimeter—not even to defeat them, but merely to give the people a chance to escape.

Jiang City.

An armored Divine General led five thousand Heavenly Soldiers to the outskirts of a luxurious estate.

By his side stood a short elder clad in yellow robes.

"Thank you for your efforts this time, General Jia Guang," the elder bowed with a smile.

"No need to be so polite, Lord Song. It was but a small favor. I remain indebted to you for your assistance during my post at the Taihua Mountain Range."

"You are too kind, General. The sentiment is mutual."

From the estate, several tunneling lights shot into the sky.

"Our gratitude to the Ancestor! Our gratitude to the General!"

The Song Family Master bowed respectfully.

"Mm. Hurry and prepare yourselves. I will escort you to the Upper Realm; this place is no longer safe."

The Demon Tribulation had severed most connections between the Small Thousand World and the Heavenly Court. Travel to the Upper Realm was now only possible through specific nodes.

Lord Song, one of the seventy-two Mountain Gods of the Taihua Mountain Range, feared an attack and had implored the help of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

General Jia Guang had initially been tasked with clearing demons within a thousand-li radius and assisting with the evacuation of mortals.

To repay his debt to Song, he had leveraged his position for personal favors.

"Understood. I will gather our belongings and prepare in half an hour, including our family's array and treasures."

"Very well."

General Jia Guang commanded the Heavenly soldiers to guard the perimeter of the estate, holding back approaching demons.

The demons, alarmed by the Heavenly soldiers' descent, rallied their forces in an attempt to besiege them but were repelled several times. Realizing the soldiers were only guarding the estate and had no intention of engaging them further, the demons turned their attention back to the city, indulging in their bloodlust unchecked.

"Will the Heavenly Court hold us accountable for this?" Lord Song asked hesitantly. It wasn't guilt that troubled him but concern over his position.

"It's of no consequence. At worst, we'll say everyone was already dead upon arrival. Not our fault. Mortals, you know—they're like chives. They may perish in droves now, but in just a few years, their numbers will explode again."

This was the prevailing attitude among immortals toward mortals—a view of them as ants.

Worthless. The pity immortals occasionally granted mortals likely stemmed from the resemblance between their forms.

The Song family busily packed their belongings—large parcels filled dozens of carriages, alongside children, elderly, and womenfolk.

"The men will step aside; let the elders and women ride the carriages. Rest assured, we're not traveling by land. We'll ride clouds—the same within and without the carriages."

The Song Family Master called out.

Of course, these were not ordinary carriages; their interiors were inherently secure.

General Jia Guang observed and couldn't help but commend, "Lord Song, your family exemplifies strict discipline. This truly earns my respect."

"Not at all," Lord Song replied humbly, stroking his beard. "I have always taught them that strong cultivation must be accompanied by compassion for the weak. Only then can one be a righteous gentleman, a True Immortal of moral character."

Half an hour later, the Song family had finished their preparations.

General Jia Guang was stunned by the sight of one hundred Dragon Blood Carriages. Despite discarding a significant portion of unnecessary belongings, the underlying foundation of this Wannian family was wealthier than an entire country.

"Prepare for departure."

General Jia Guang signaled, and a ten-li cloud descended.

At that moment, commotion erupted from within the city.

Turning to look, they saw a hundred-zhang demon devouring other demons.

Strangely, this demon consumed only its kind but left mortals untouched.

Was it... saving people?

A demon saving lives?

An overwhelming sense of absurdity washed over them.

As they stared, the giant demon looked back. It opened its massive maw, revealing rows of sharp, menacing teeth, and roared, "Don't even think of escaping!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Bian Zhuang bolted toward them in just a few strides.

His fury burned uncontrollably, his anger rising like flames that consumed his rationality.

If abandoning Chuan City meant saving Jiang City's citizens, though resentful of the Heavenly Army's cold-heartedness, he might still begrudgingly accept it, knowing someone had been spared.

But he now realized they hadn't saved anyone; they had only saved the Song Family, even taking the time to pack their belongings.

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