I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 33 - at this point Ive done my best

Crack!

The head under his foot caved in, the roaring coming to an abrupt end.

He turned around.

Making his way toward the residences of the other members of the Chen Family Lineage.

The killing continued, blood-curdling screams echoing through the Chen Family estate from time to time.

As time passed, the estate gradually fell silent.

Under the curtain of rain, Liang Hui leaned against a pillar under the eaves, breathing heavily.

The consecutive battles and carnage had exhausted him.

His gaze, cold and distant, was fixed in the direction of the Wang Family’s estate; he was hesitating over whether to exterminate the Wang Family.

His fighting strength had been reduced to its limit, but with the use of the Flowing Light Bell, he could still clean up thoroughly.

However, using the Flowing Light Bell inevitably carried the risk of exposure, especially with the imminent arrival of that Demonic Path expert.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The orderly footsteps and approaching shouts enabled the youth to make a decision.

Things can never be perfect after all!

Drawing a deep breath, his figure quickly sprinted away, disappearing into the rain.

….

More than two hundred meters from the Chen Family estate.

“Sir, no more sounds are coming from the Chen Family,” said a man in iron armor, respectfully kneeling before a figure in a blue official robe.

“Then let the army set out. Make the steps louder, the shouts higher.”

“And those bandits who ran out from the Chen Family, execute them.”

The mild words carried a sharp murderous intent.

At these words, the iron-clad man bowed his head even lower, clutching his fists in response.

As soon as the voice fell, soldiers dragged away several figures disguised as servants.

One could faintly hear their indignant curses.

“With this, the Chen Family is extinguished; we have failed in our duties!”

The figure in the blue official robe sighed softly as he watched the soldiers flooding toward the Chen Family estate.

The iron-clad man who stood up beside him twitched at hearing these words; the Chen Family had not yet been entered, yet they had already pronounced their death sentence.

These civil officials, so seemingly kind yet so dark-hearted!

Yet, compared to a desperate fight with ferocious opponents, he too was willing to squash the Chen Family, now an easy target.

…

As time passed, the news of the Chen Family’s demise quickly reached the higher echelons of the Wang Family.

At the Wang Family, in the living room.

Three figures were either sitting or kneeling there.

The stern-faced Patriarch sat in his chair, next to him a plump, ruddy-faced elder.

At this moment, the Wang Family Patriarch was glaring at the young man kneeling on the ground.

“For the sake of a mere servant, you’ve caused such an uproar, Wang Yao what were you thinking, has the family become too complacent?” he bellowed, his anger reaching for the heavens.

“Father, I didn’t know…”

“Didn’t know what? Didn’t know that the person’s strength would be so great, his methods so ruthless?” the Wang Family Patriarch snapped, cutting off Wang Yao’s words.

After cursing for a while, the Wang Family Patriarch finally looked tentatively at the silent elder sitting beside him.

“Father, what do you think we should do now?”

The elder didn’t respond, instead, his gaze was fixed on the figure kneeling on the ground.

“Yao’er, was this matter conducted in secrecy?”

“I merely mentioned it in passing,” Wang Yao spoke up.

Suddenly, crisp footsteps sounded from outside the door, accompanied by a heavy stench of blood.

A tall figure appeared at the threshold.

He was draped in a bloodstained black robe, with blood smeared on his wooden mask, making it look particularly ferocious, his right hand holding a broken spear.

The bloody spectacle brought a hush over the living room.

“Your Excellency, it is the Wang Family that has erred this time, willing to make amends with all our might,” the elder in the seat of honor said, coming to his senses, and immediately stood up.

He walked slowly to Wang Yao, placing a single hand on his head.

“I am willing to exchange this disobedient life for your forgiveness.”

Before his voice fully faded, the inner qi in his palm erupted violently.

Kneeling on the ground, Wang Yao’s eyes filled with despair, and he fell to the floor.

On the other side, the Wang Family Patriarch, sitting in the seat of honor, showed a hint of sorrow on his stern face, but it was quickly concealed.

Liang Hui looked down at the young man bleeding from all seven orifices on the floor, then raised his head to the expectant elder.

He slowly spoke, “Not enough!”

Then, he turned his eyes to the Wang Family Patriarch seated in the chair.

“Wang Family Patriarch, he’s your only son, isn’t he?”

“If I die, can the Wang Family continue to exist?” The Wang Family Patriarch evidently grasped the implication in Liang Hui’s words.

A resolute expression crept over his hardened face.

“If you die, everything stops here,” the young man spoke softly.

The Wang Family should feel sincerely fortunate; if it were not for the fact that he had expended too much qi-blood and inner strength in the recent struggle, leaving him weak, and the possibility of a powerful figure from the Demonic Path arriving.

He would never have spoken so many useless words.

Upon hearing this, the stern-faced middle-aged man raised his palm and violently smashed it towards his head.

Smack!

The tall body slumped into the chair, the entire face muddled by the blow, bereft of any signs of life.

“Is this enough?”

The elder’s face showed traces of desolation, never having imagined he’d be forced to such a point.

Liang Hui chuckled lightly, slowly removing the mask to reveal his heroic face.

The young man’s complexion was pale, but it had an unstoppable sharpness, and his thin lips added a touch of ruthlessness.

“Barely enough, just hope the old man does not make regrettable decisions in the future.”

“By revealing your young face, are you not warning me?”

“With such an age, such strength, what can the Wang Family dare to do, Tai Yi?”

Liang Hui put the mask back on, no longer speaking.

He turned and walked into the curtain of rain.

Doing this much was enough.

If things don’t align in the end, he will settle accounts one by one upon his return.

As his thoughts drifted, his figure disappeared into the rain.

As evening approached, within the Shu Family house in the outer city.

Shu Yu watched her father drift off to sleep, her gaze occasionally shifting to the courtyard.

The white jade-like hand concealed in her sleeve was tightly gripping a dagger.

Tap! Tap!

As a familiar figure appeared in sight,

The tightly gripped dagger dropped to the ground, her eyes brimming with joy as she quickly moved forward to scrutinize the figure before her.

“Tai Yi, you’re back, are you hurt?”

“No harm, all things have been dealt with cleanly, tomorrow will be business as usual,” he replied with a gentle tone, echoing in the house.

He paused for a moment, his gaze moving to the figure lying in the bed, then took out a package from his bosom and handed it over.

“These are some precious medicinal herbs I brought from the Chen Family, they should be of help to Uncle Shu.”