Chapter 363: Impossible! Shen Mo’s Strength Can’t Be This Powerful

Chapter 363: Impossible! Shen Mo's Strength Can't Be This Powerful

Deep within the Ten Thousand Demons Nation—

A vast desert stretched endlessly, and amidst the desolate wasteland stood a towering, blood-red structure.

This was the Blood God Repository.

At this moment, millions of demon clans had gathered outside the towering structure, awaiting the arrival of their Emperor.

Just outside the massive, fortified gates of the Blood God Repository, three figures stood at the forefront.

They were the Second Prince, Hu Yong; the Third Prince, Xiong An; and the Tenth Prince, Ying Ti.

Five years ago, the First Prince, Xiang Jue, and the Fourth Prince, Yuan Kong, were slain by Shen Mo, creating a massive power vacuum.

In the chaos that followed, numerous princes vied for power, plunging the empire into turmoil.

Seizing the opportunity, the human nations launched multiple southern invasions, plundering numerous valuable resources from the Ten Thousand Demons Nation.

Yet, the foundation of the Ten Thousand Demons Nation remained strong.

The demon population was still overwhelming.

Five years was not enough for the Jing Kingdom to march south and completely annihilate the Ten Thousand Demons Nation.

Thus, instead of waging all-out war, the human forces focused on strategic raids, looting resources, and consolidating power.

Over time, the Second Prince, Hu Yong; the Third Prince, Xiong An; and the Tenth Prince, Ying Ti—each backed by their respective clans—rose to prominence and successfully filled the power vacuum, establishing themselves as the three strongest princes of the empire.

However, they all knew one undeniable truth—

Gu Ming was the true Emperor of the Ten Thousand Demons Nation.

Not once did they dare to harbor ambitions of usurping the throne.

A few days ago, the Blood God Repository erupted in a sky-piercing crimson light—a sign that it was about to open.

Realizing this, the three princes immediately gathered their most elite forces and stationed themselves outside the repository, standing guard day and night.

For a radius of ten thousand miles, every single being present was at least a Demon Commander.

Boom.

Suddenly, the crimson light above the Blood God Repository intensified, forming a pillar of blood-colored radiance so dense it almost seemed tangible.

Even the air carried the sweet metallic scent of fresh blood.

The surrounding demons instinctively took deep, greedy breaths.

Just inhaling this air made their blood energy surge wildly, as if they were on the verge of breaking through to a higher realm.

"Emperor!"

"Emperor!"

A deafening chant erupted from the millions of demon commanders, their voices shaking the heavens.

The overwhelming blood energy condensed into storm-like clouds, filling the sky.

Rumble.

Even the very grains of sand trembled in harmony with the rhythmic war cries.

The roars echoed like thunder, shaking the firmament.

The three princes lowered their heads in reverence, their expressions filled with awe.

Their Emperor was about to emerge.

Boom.

It was as if an invisible hand had pressed against the massive gates of the Blood God Repository.

The impossibly heavy doors slowly creaked open, inch by inch.

From the darkness of the widening gap, two figures gradually emerged.

One led the way, while the other followed closely behind.

The leading figure was over three meters tall, clad in thick, heavy golden armor, with only a pair of crimson eyes visible beneath the helmet.

The figure behind him, though less imposing, was still taller and more muscular than an average human.

The three princes immediately prostrated themselves and shouted in unison, "We greet His Majesty, the Demon Emperor!"

The Ten Thousand Demons Nation had many rulers—

But only one Demon Emperor.

And that was Gu Ming.

Tap. Tap.

Gu Ming strode out of the Blood God Repository, stepping into the blazing sunlight, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.

The gains of his five-year seclusion had far exceeded his expectations.

The Blood God Repository was truly a divine treasure trove, a sacred land bestowed upon him by fate.

Though he had yet to ascend to the Demon Sovereign Realm, he was now infinitely close to reaching it.

Apart from a handful of elite cultivators, there was no one in the world who could challenge him.

Behind him, Ye Yan emerged with a radiant smile.

Compared to Gu Ming, Ye Yan's gains from the Blood God Repository were even greater.

His blood energy had skyrocketed, and he had now reached the level of a Silver Peak Demon Royal.

He was just one step away from becoming a Gold Peak Demon Royal.

All he needed was a single opportunity, and he would fully condense Gold-tier blood energy.

At this point, his power had already surpassed the Fourth Prince, Yuan Kong, and was on par with the First Prince, Xiang Jue.

Under Gu Ming, he was now the undisputed strongest warrior of the Ten Thousand Demons Nation.

Crushing Shen Mo would be as easy as flicking his wrist.

Just imagining it filled Ye Yan's heart with uncontrollable excitement.

He couldn't wait to storm into the Yuding Sect and prove to those blind fools—

He was the true peerless genius.

Far greater than Shen Mo.

Gu Ming scanned the surroundings and suddenly noticed that Xiang Jue and Yuan Kong were absent.

Nearly half of the Eighty-One Dragon Blood Guards, whom he had personally trained, were also missing.

His brows furrowed deeply.

As the emperor of the Ten Thousand Demons Nation, his emergence from seclusion should have drawn every demon to his side.

There was only one possible explanation—

they were all dead.

"Hu Yong, during the five years of my seclusion, what has happened?" Gu Ming asked calmly.

Hu Yong stepped forward and spoke in a solemn tone.

"The year you entered seclusion, three armies were deployed to invade Yuzhou."

"The Fourth Prince, Yuan Kong, and the Second Prince of the Eastern Sea, Ao Sheng, led a force to attack Yuhai City. They were annihilated by Shen Mo, and every last demon in their army was wiped out."

"The First Prince, Xiang Jue, led a force to attack the Pill River Sect. He too was slain by Shen Mo when he arrived on the battlefield."

"A coalition of several royal-level demons, carrying the Devouring Silkworm Mother, launched an assault on the Supreme Purity Sect—only to be slaughtered by Shen Mo as well."

Hu Yong lowered his voice. "All of this happened within a month of your seclusion."

The moment he finished speaking, Ye Yan, standing behind Gu Ming, revealed an expression of utter disbelief.

Ye Yan immediately shook his head. "Impossible! Shen Mo's strength cannot be that powerful!"

Hu Yong glanced at him and spoke gravely.

"Over the past five years, we have gathered enough intelligence."

"The results confirm that Shen Mo was responsible for it all."

"Five years ago, Shen Mo's power was already sufficient to overwhelm Xiang Jue, Yuan Kong, and other demon royals."

Ye Yan's expression froze in shock.

Hu Yong continued, "Your Majesty, according to reports from our spies in the capital, it is highly likely that Shen Mo simultaneously cultivates both spiritual and blood energy techniques."

"His spiritual power is at least at the Divine Transformation Realm."

"His blood energy is at least on par with a demon royal."

"Otherwise, there is no way he could have effortlessly crushed Xiang Jue and Yuan Kong five years ago, nor could he have slain the Devouring Silkworm Mother."

Ye Yan's body trembled uncontrollably.

He felt as if the sky was collapsing around him.

For five years, he had cultivated with all his might, pushing himself beyond his limits to surpass Yuan Kong and match Xiang Jue.

Yet Shen Mo had already surpassed them both five years ago.

Even the legendary Devouring Silkworm Mother, a being that demons revered, had been erased with just a few moves.

Was this someone he could ever hope to surpass?

Hu Yong, Xiong An, and Ying Ti remained silent, secretly observing Gu Ming's expression.

Yet Gu Ming's face remained impassive, as still as a deep lake.

It was as if none of Hu Yong's words had shaken his will in the slightest.

"Interesting."

"The only person I have ever misjudged in my life… might just be him."

"Shen Mo…"

"Good. Very good."

"I truly hope he is willing to become my son."

Gu Ming gazed northward, his scarlet eyes narrowing into a smile.

The three princes involuntarily shuddered.

Gu Ming laughing instead of raging—

that was a sign that something even more terrifying was about to happen.

"Ye Yan, from this moment forward, you are the Eleventh Prince."

"If you want greater resources, you must defeat every prince ahead of you—climb step by step."

"In my domain, there is no place for the weak. And I have no need for cowards who shrink away at the first sign of hardship."

Gu Ming cast a sidelong glance at Ye Yan and spoke indifferently.

"Understood…" Ye Yan steadied himself, his voice tinged with unwillingness and disappointment.

Gu Ming then swept his gaze across the assembled demons and spoke in a commanding voice.

"All demon clans—hear my order!"

His voice was not loud, yet it instantly spread across thousands of miles.

Every demon present straightened, their spirits rising.

The moment had arrived.

"From this day forward, sharpen your weapons and mobilize on the border of Mist Province."

"The moment I give the command—we march north to war!"

Gu Ming's voice was solemn and unwavering.

"Yes!"

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