The blue clothes are dyed with frost.

When the entire world learned of the future.
Some worshipped me like a deity, while others regarded me as a demon!
Some tried to persuade me to switch allegiances, while others prayed for me to trek the invincible path once more.
Daoist magic, martial arts, prodigies, goddesses, demonesses, immortal emperors... they were merely supporting characters on the stage.
And I still remained the center of the world!

I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world

"Guest, is there perhaps some misunderstanding?"


The waiter's face bore a warm smile as he approached Liang Hui once again.


Blood sprayed from his neck, and the waiter's warmth turned to bewilderment.


He had been on his highest guard; how could he not have dodged such a simple stab?


Liang Hui retracted his lance, looking indifferently at the figure collapsed on the ground, sighing lightly.


Why must someone court death? Isn't it best if unrelated parties simply went their separate ways?


His thoughts raced, but his actions never ceased.


He reined his horse around, lance poised in the air, and urged his steed into a gallop.


Only now did three young men and women who were drinking tea in front of the tea house stand up, their faces pale, gripping their longswords as they stared at Liang Hui charging toward them.


Ignoring the three wary young men and women, he charged straight for the tea house's main door.


Chapter 41: Slaughter, Entering the City