Chapter 494 - 492: For the King’s Birth, a Salute

The Spiritual Power storm, which had ceased its expansion, suddenly began to twist and converge frantically toward a single point. This abrupt change stunned everyone present. When they looked toward the point of convergence, their pupils constricted in an instant.

"Ouyang Shaoyu! Does he have a death wish? How dare he absorb such violent Spiritual Power?"

"That’s not right. Wasn’t he crippled by Shen Haoran? How can he still command Spiritual Power?"

"Damn it, why do I have such a bad feeling about this!"

A cacophony of discussion erupted throughout the great hall. Everyone watched Ouyang Shaoyu as he devoured the Spiritual Power storm, their brows furrowed. A thread of unease began to spread in their hearts.

CRACK... CRACK...

A moment later, Ouyang Shaoyu had completely devoured the massive Spiritual Power storm. After consuming it, Ouyang Shaoyu, who had been lying on the ground on the verge of death, began to stir. The continuous sound of grinding bones echoed as his twisted limbs contorted back into place at impossible angles. The sight sent a chill down everyone’s spine, raising goosebumps all over their skin.

Then, Ouyang Shaoyu slowly crawled out of the crater. He knelt on the ground, his head bowed low, his entire body trembling violently. The muscles across his body began to squirm and ripple, and he appeared to be enduring some kind of immense pain.

RRRRIP...

Suddenly, the sound of tearing fabric echoed. Immediately after, two pairs of enormous, pitch-black, fleshy wings burst from Ouyang Shaoyu’s back. A viscous liquid slid from the wings, a truly disgusting sight. Moreover, after the wings appeared, Ouyang Shaoyu began to vomit violently. Then, to everyone’s shock, a pitch-black longsword emerged from his mouth.

WOOO... WOOO...

As Ouyang Shaoyu spat out the pitch-black longsword, sinister wails echoed throughout the great hall, forcing everyone to fix their gaze upon it. The sword’s appearance was exceedingly strange. Its edge was covered in barbs, and its curved, streamlined blade made it look almost nothing like a sword. Engraved on the hilt was a ferocious skull, giving it an utterly sinister look.

Having spat out the sword, Ouyang Shaoyu’s body finally stopped trembling. He slowly gripped the Demon Sword and stood up. Ripping away his tattered clothes, he revealed a torso covered in bizarre, pitch-black runes.

"Haha... Hahaha... I’m finally back! I’ve returned to the light of day! It’s been over ten thousand years! Over ten thousand years!" Ouyang Shaoyu roared with laughter as he stood, gazing down at his new body.

The demonic laughter echoed through the great hall. As the Martial Artists heard it, their eyes began to turn crimson, and a tyrannical killing intent welled up within their hearts.

"Senior Brother Ouyang, that’s wonderful! You’re all right!" Seeing him stand up, the faces of several Fallen Valley disciples lit up, and they rushed toward him.

A female disciple rushed to Ouyang Shaoyu’s side, but before she could speak, he seized her by the neck and lifted her into the air.

"COUGH... COUGH... Senior Brother Ouyang, it’s me, Xiaoqian!" The female disciple struggled in his grasp, staring at him in terror. But in Ouyang Shaoyu’s pitch-black pupils, she could not find a single shred of mercy.

"Xiaoqian? No, no, no. You aren’t Xiaoqian. You are merely my food!" Ouyang Shaoyu glanced at the woman indifferently, and then, to the horror of the crowd, he bit down on her. All they could see was the female disciple from Fallen Valley convulsing a few times before turning into a desiccated corpse.

"Ouyang... Senior Brother Ouyang, you... you actually..." Seeing Ouyang Shaoyu drain the female disciple of her blood, the remaining disciples from Fallen Valley were overcome with terror. The next instant, they turned and fled.

"Trying to run?" Seeing this, a wicked smile curled Ouyang Shaoyu’s blood-stained lips. He swung his Demon Sword, and a torrent of black Qi surged forth, instantly entangling the disciples. A moment later, they met the same fate as the woman before them, reduced to desiccated corpses.

BUZZ...

Having feasted on blood, the Demon Sword let out a resonant hum and suddenly doubled in size.

Seeing this bizarre scene, the Martial Artists present all gasped in cold horror. To think that Ouyang Shaoyu wouldn’t even spare his own fellow disciples!

"You’re not Ouyang Shaoyu. Who in the world are you?" Jian Wushuang asked grimly, staring intently at the man before him. As one of the Northern Domain’s Four Heroes, Jian Wushuang knew Ouyang Shaoyu well. He could tell that the person standing before him was not Ouyang Shaoyu at all.

"Ouyang Shaoyu? Hah, you mean that weakling? If it weren’t for him, it would have been quite difficult for me to see the light of day again! Now that you mention it, I really should give that weakling a proper thank you!" Hearing Jian Wushuang, the possessed Ouyang Shaoyu glanced down at his body and chuckled sinisterly.

"Who are you?" Jian Wushuang demanded again, his voice sharp as he listened to the sinister laughter.

"Who am I? Who said I was human?" the creature chuckled, licking the blood from the Demon Sword in his hand.

"How could a lowly creature like a human ever compare to me! I am the Demon Emperor’s Ninth Demon King—Husky!" He raised his Demon Sword, his aura erupting with sudden force. The powerful Qi shook the entire hall.

"A Spirit... a Spirit Emperor Powerhouse!" Feeling the immense aura radiating from Demon King Husky, the faces of the Martial Artists present changed drastically. Shen Haoran’s expression also grew extremely grim. ’A Spirit Emperor Powerhouse... I can’t believe this monster has already reached the Spirit Emperor Level!’

"Tch. This human body is useless. It can only unleash the power of the Spirit Emperor Tier!" Demon King Husky complained after pushing his aura to its limit. However, a cruel smile then spread across his face. His gaze swept over the Martial Artists as he laughed sinisterly. Spreading his arms wide, he boomed, "Haha! Today is a glorious day! Your king has returned to the world after ten thousand years! So, let’s celebrate the birth of a king with a proper salute!"

The moment Demon King Husky finished speaking, a Martial Artist in the crowd began to float uncontrollably into the air. As he rose higher, his body swelled larger and larger. Finally, before the horrified eyes of the crowd, he violently exploded. Blood rained down, spattering across everyone below...