Chapter 437: I Want to Create a World With Jasmine!

"Damn the Pain Divine Cult!" In the Blood Moon Imperial Palace, the Undead King's expression darkened as he listened to his subordinate's report.

Numerous members of the Blood Clan stood throughout the grand palace hall, yet dead silence reigned. Only the Undead King's furious voice echoed endlessly.

"Trash! You are all trash! To actually let the Pain Divine Cult grow and expand right under our noses! In just one short month, the empire has lost three members of the Gold Blood Clan! These casualties almost rival our battles against the nightmare creatures!

"And now you tell me that the Blood Bank was ransacked by this cult?"

The Undead King laughed out of sheer fury, a scarlet light flashing in his ruby-like eyes. "Without the Blood Bank, what will the million Blood Clan members of my Blood Moon Empire eat!?

"I led our troops to the coastal borders and repeatedly drove back the nightmare creatures, leaving you useless trash to guard our home. Is this how you guard it!?"

"Your Majesty, the Pain Divine Cult is simply too cunning. They took advantage of your absence to repeatedly wreak havoc throughout the empire, even bewitching a massive number of humans into joining them. We besieged them several times, but we were simply no match for their cult leader. Although he is merely a human Gold expert, he is even harder to kill than the Blood Clan..."

"Enough!" the Undead King roared, murderous intent surging in his eyes. He wished he could slaughter this babbling fool right then and there, but he held himself back. The empire was currently bogged down in the quagmire of war, and the frontline battlefields had consumed far too many troops. This was a time when he needed every capable hand he could get.

His chest heaved violently. He only hated that he couldn't be in two places at once. The frontline required his personal command, yet his homeland had devolved into chaos. Even with an Undying Body, he felt mentally and physically exhausted.

Damn the Seven Deadly Sins!

Gritting his teeth with hatred, the Undead King blamed everything on the Seven Deadly Sins. If it weren't for them, the Nightmare Invasion would never have happened, his Royal Power Artifact wouldn't be lost, the Blood Clan Progenitor wouldn't be dead, and the Blood Moon Empire would never have weakened to this state—to the point where they couldn't even wipe out a measly Pain Divine Cult.

"For the next few days, I will remain here to take command of the homeland. Devote all your efforts to tracking down the leader of the Pain Divine Cult. I will execute him myself!"

The Undead King understood the principle of securing the homefront before repelling foreign invaders, so he decided to resolve the Pain Divine Cult first. Otherwise, without a domestic supply of human blood, the Blood Clan would be finished.

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Pain Divine Cult Stronghold.

Dressed in a black robe and wearing a Gold Mask, Yang Dongqing sat upright on a throne. He resembled a sculpture of ice, exuding a chilling aura that warned strangers to stay away.

"Cult Leader, the Undead King has returned to the Imperial Palace," a black-robed figure reported respectfully.

"Proceed according to the original plan. Hunt the Undead King!" Yang Dongqing's calm voice carried the freezing wind of Hell, sending shivers down their spines.

The black-robed figure hesitated. "Cult Leader, the Undead King is immensely powerful and possesses an Undying Body. I am afraid it won't be easy for us to deal with him. In my humble opinion, it would be best to wait until you have also advanced to a Gold King. Only then will we have absolute certainty of victory."

"I cannot wait." Yang Dongqing stared at him coldly. "The Real World has absolutely no Giant Demon Essence Blood. How long am I supposed to wait?"

The black-robed man trembled and said cautiously, "Cult Leader, you have the favor of the God of Pain. Why must you rely on essence blood to break through like an ordinary Transcendent? By relying on the power of the God of Pain, you will break through sooner or later."

"I already told you, I cannot wait! The Undead King returned this time specifically to deal with the Pain Divine Cult. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Once he heads back to the coastal border with a massive army under his command and the other Seven Kings supporting him, how could I possibly deal with him?"

The black-robed man opened his mouth to speak, but ultimately fell silent.

"Do as I said. So what if he is a Gold King? I have already advanced to the Gold Realm. Not only do I possess an Undying Body that far exceeds the Blood Clan's, but I also wield Pain Divine Power. It isn't entirely impossible for me to defeat a Gold King!"

Yang Dongqing clenched his fists. His terrifying presence draped over the hall like the shadow of death, leaving the assembled cultists trembling in uncontrollable fear.

'Jasmine, wait just a little longer. I will resurrect you very soon.'

'As long as I can capture the Undead King, the suffering provided by an expert of his caliber will definitely be enough to bring about the Miracle of Pain!'

"Yes, this subordinate will follow the Cult Leader's comm—"

"Report!!"

A black-robed cultist suddenly burst into the hall and dropped to one knee. "Reporting to the Cult Leader! A man has arrived outside the stronghold. He claims to be your old friend."

Yang Dongqing's eyes went cold. "Friend? I have no friends. Who is he? How did he find this stronghold?"

"How truly chilling. As former classmates and fellow Nightmare Apostles who went through life and death together, to think we've eventually become such strangers that we can't even be called friends."

A gentle voice echoed from the pitch-black entrance.

Immediately afterward, a gentleman who looked as if he were dressed for a grand banquet slowly walked inside. The luxurious Snakewood Cane struck the hard floor, letting out crisp taps.

The expressions of the cultists in the hall instantly changed as they stared fixedly at the intruder.

Only Yang Dongqing looked at the newcomer with a complex gaze.

Beneath the Gold Mask, his cold lips parted, speaking a name he hadn't mentioned in a long, long time.

"Su Mu."

Su Mu smiled faintly. "Hello, Yang Dongqing."

"To actually dare address the Cult Leader by name, and even trespass into our stronghold—seize him!" a black-robed cultist shouted. The crowd instantly drew their weapons, ready to swarm Su Mu.

At this moment, Yang Dongqing raised his hand, halting them.

He looked at Su Mu with icy eyes. "How did you know it was me?"

Su Mu strolled through the crowd of black-robed cultists with the leisure of a man walking in a courtyard, slowly making his way toward the center.

"How could I fail to recognize an old friend?"

He casually surveyed his surroundings. All he saw were physically mutilated cultists. In the dungeons deep within, quite a few members of the Blood Clan were locked away, their limbs torn apart as they let out weak wails. It was the very picture of an evil cult.

Su Mu shook his head. "I just never expected that the once passionate and righteous Yang Dongqing would actually become the brutal leader of the Pain Divine Cult today. It truly is a case where things remain but people are gone, fate mocks mortals."

"Why are you here!" Yang Dongqing demanded in a deep voice.

"Nothing, just visiting an old friend." Su Mu paused and smiled. "Say... if Jasmine saw what you look like now... would she be heartbroken?"

Boom!

Berserk Pain Divine Power erupted with a deafening blast. Endless black mist poured out from Yang Dongqing, nearly collapsing the entire stronghold.

His eyes filled with bloodshot veins as he snarled, "You are not allowed to mention her!"

The black-robed cultists instantly surrounded Su Mu, waiting only for their leader's command to strike.

Su Mu kept smiling. "Jasmine was so kind. If she knew that you caused so much suffering just to resurrect her, I'm afraid she would rather stay dead."

"Shut up!!" Yang Dongqing abruptly shot to his feet. The Gold Mask on his face was directly shattered by the surging Pain Divine Power, revealing his true features.

Not a trace of youth, innocence, or righteousness remained on that familiar face. There was only endless, contorted agony.

As if someone had viciously ripped open a scar at the very bottom of his heart, he roared hysterically, "What do you know! A cold-blooded, heartless person like you will never understand!

"Jasmine is my entire life! She is my everything! For her sake, I wouldn't hesitate even if it meant destroying the world!

"A world without Jasmine has absolutely no reason to exist. I want to create a world with Jasmine!!"