I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 32 - Who on Earth Is It Dont Make Me Find Out

The sounds of bodies colliding came in succession.

Under immense force, Chen Gu kept retreating.

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Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, then was evaporated by Inner Qi.

The young man, standing his ground, had no intention of giving Chen Gu any time to catch his breath and hurriedly continued his attack.

Different boxing techniques were deployed.

Ferocious, mighty, explosive, and even life-preserving, the varied techniques left Chen Gu utterly unable to adapt.

Blow after blow struck him, shattering the thin veil of Inner Qi around his body in an instant.

His figure, amidst the rain, appeared utterly disheveled.

“Elder Huang, why aren’t you taking action? What are you waiting for?” An angry roar spread throughout the manor.

Close at hand, Liang Hui’s mouth curled into a smile.

His enemy, even in a life-and-death struggle, didn’t trust his own fists but instead hoped for someone else’s rescue.

He had won!

He extended his arms forward, his fingers and palms shifting instantaneously several times, with the green Inner Qi changing constantly as well.

Wolf howls, crane calls, tiger roars, and bear growls erupted at the tip of his fist, which then surged towards Chen Gu.

This was the young man’s peak punch in this moment; the sound of rain hitting the ground was overshadowed by the punch.

This punch tore through skin, flesh, tendons, broke bones, and pierced the heart.

Chen Gu, stupefied, looked at the fist penetrating his chest, feeling the strength rapidly draining from his body.

Struggling to speak, “Why… why?”

“Does it matter?”

Crack!

He stood back up, his arm, covered with Inner Qi, clean as ever.

Only then did Liang Hui turn to look at the robed figure who had been standing still all along.

Sensing in him an aura different from that of a Martial Artist.

“Taoist!”

Though it was a question, his tone was certain.

“Won’t you take action?”

“Why should I? Rather than seek a mere wisp of elusive humanity, I’d rather recruit talent like yours for the Taoist cause.”

As the elder spoke, ripples surged in the depths of Liang Hui’s eyes.

He placed his hand over the bowstring on his chest and slowly said, “The Demonic Path?”

Only the Demonic Path would recruit disciples without regard to their background, not fearing betrayal because they possessed many countermeasures.

“You people always harbor prejudice against us!”

“Don’t forget, in that future memory, it was us so-called Mo who brought peace to the world.”

The aged words carried a touch of discontent.

Pausing for a moment, he continued, “I am from the Demon Flame Sect, a branch of a branch of a branch of a top Demonic Path lineage!”

“Soon, a great figure will come to this city to search, and if you follow me, you will surely receive a fine reward.”

The robed elder made another invitation.

The young man sighed softly.

Without hesitation, he quickly retreated and removed the longbow he had been carrying on his back.

He set the bow, pulled the string.

Fire!

When the robed elder revealed his purpose, Liang Hui was left with only two choices.

Join or die!

But joining, which the elder saw as the best option, was never a possibility for Liang Hui.

A fight was inevitable; fortunately, the robed elder before him didn’t feel as strong as the Taoist from a month ago.

So kill him!

The arrow tore through the curtain of rain, its tip carrying the cold gleam of metal.

Boom!

The yellow sand suddenly appeared in front of the elder but was instantly scattered by the shot.

However, the speed of the arrow had slowed down, and the elder dodged it.

The elder in yellow robe turned and ran without the slightest hint of counterattack or hesitation.

The arrows, like meteors cutting through the rainy night, carried a fierce intent to kill, and continuously shot towards the elder.

The yellow sand kept emerging, attempting to block the arrows only to be soaked by the rain and then easily shattered.

The youth chuckled lightly, finally understanding the elder’s initially non-hostile actions.

The armor-piercing arrow rested on the longbow, the bowstring taut like a full moon.

Shoot!

Shoot! x5

In almost an instant, six arrows were fired.

The yellow-robed elder, seeing the house close at hand, felt a surge of hope.

He hadn’t expected the masked person to be so unyielding; he had shared that information just hoping for the other to make the right choice.

Now it was too late for regrets.

Yet, as long as he could get inside the house and evade the soaking rain, there still was hope for survival.

Bang!

An arrow shattered the moistened sand and penetrated the elder’s body.

The great inertia flung the elder’s body towards the house in front of him.

Before even hitting the ground, five arrows had already pierced through all his vital points.

Liang Hui moved forward with his bow and looked over the still elder.

Inner strength covered his palm, and through the “Enter Dreams” divine skill, he precisely grabbed an item with a special aura—the “Yellow Sand Minor Scripture” Taoist scripture.

Seeing the item before him, Liang Hui’s eyes revealed a deep interest.

This was the Taoist scripture! Even the most common scripture held immense value.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he searched the elder’s body again, carefully stowing any items of value.

Then he drew an arrow from his quiver and plunged it into the elder’s eye socket, stirring it viciously.

Standing up, he quickly moved to Chen Gu’s corpse and, following the “Enter Dreams” divine skill’s perception, stripped away the gloves from his palms.

They were a pair of light, cicada-wing-like, green gloves.

Liang Hui exerted force with his palm, yet they did not deform.

Nevertheless, this was not the time for exploration; the action wasn’t over, and the mastermind had yet to die.

After a quick search of Chen Gu’s body, Liang Hui stood up and headed towards the Chen Family Second Young Master’s bedroom, relying on the map in his memory.

He did not think the second young master would flee, considering that since he had entered the Chen Residence, less than ten minutes had passed.

In such a short period, who could have guessed that the Chen Residence’s highest combat power would die, and thus choose to flee?

Liang Hui’s running footsteps halted in front of a room, observing the house devoid of any light.

Clack! Clack!

Stepping on the rainwater, he climbed the stairs, as heavy breathing emanated from inside the house.

Creak!

The moment the door was pushed open, a longsword slashed out.

Liang Hui sidestepped, evading the slash.

His palm, carrying inner strength, struck the face of the ambusher.

The figure fell to the floor, emitting painful groans.

Taking slow steps forward, he placed a foot on their head.

Gazing indifferently at the sunken cheek beneath his foot, he asked,

“Chen Family Second Young Master?”

The only response to the youth was a painful groan.

Crack! Crack!

The foot that was free promptly broke both arms with kicks, then asked again,

“Chen Family Second Young Master?”

This time, the figure under his foot nodded frantically.

Liang Hui leaned down, the mask approaching the figure below.

“I’m very curious, the Shu Family physician’s medical skills are merely average in Yuanshui City.”

“His family wealth is not the most abundant either, so why did you choose him, Second Young Master?”

Boom!

Thunder split the night sky, and the blood-drenched black robe, ferocious mask, and whispers near the ear,

made the Second Young Master unbearably fall into a flashback.