Volume 1, Chapter 168: Who Dares to Spoil My Good Deed?

Lin Yu landed quietly on the mountain peak and frowned as he looked down at the valley. 

Not only did devil qi surge from the valley, but a thick stench of blood filled the air. 

In the valley's center, thousands of demonic beast heads were piled into a terrifying pyramid of skulls. 

Around the pyramid, ditches were dug, resembling a moat. 

"Lord Cauldron, what are these ditches for?" Lin Yu asked in confusion, continuing to survey the valley. 

Hundreds of warriors were detained there—humans and even half-demons from Manggu Continent. 

Dozens of black-robed demon cultivators, wielding whips formed from devil qi, monitored the warriors from above. At the slightest movement, the whips lashed out, tearing flesh and drawing痛苦的哀嚎 (painful wails). 

"That's a blood pool. The skull pyramid is an altar. When these people are killed, their blood will flow into the ditches for the sacrifice. If the Demon God responds and drinks the blood, these demon cultivators will gain various benefits." 

Well-versed in such matters, Lord Cauldron instantly identified the ditches' purpose. 

"Be obedient if you want less suffering before death! Resist, and I'll whip you to death!" 

"You're captured—no escape! Do you know the Cult Master's cultivation? Just wait to die!" 

"Hehe! Be good, and I'll make your death quick. Cause trouble, and I'll drain your blood slowly, let you watch it flow!" 

The guarding demon cultivators lashed their whips and grinned menacingly at the captives. 

Lin Yu scanned the crowd and froze—Su Miaozhen was among them. Her silver face guard had fallen, revealing her peerless beauty, but with death looming, no one noticed. 

"Welcome the Cult Master!" 

All demon cultivators bowed in one direction. 

The Netherworld Cult Master strode out, scanning the captives with satisfaction. 

"Good work. When Elder Ninth returns with the last batch, we'll hold the blood sacrifice. The Demon God will bless us all, boosting your cultivation!" His voice echoed through the valley. 

"Long live the Cult Master!" The demon cultivators cheered wildly. 

The Cult Master relished the adoration. He stood to gain the most—with the Demon God's blessing, he might leap two realms from Void Transformation Level 2 to Level 4, making him nearly invincible even in Penglai Continent. 

Seeing the Cult Master appear, Lin Yu smiled. Now that the main target was here, it was time to eliminate the demons. 

He released a powerful pressure from the peak, sweeping the valley. Demon cultivators looked up at the mountain, feeling the tidal wave of威压 (preassure). 

"Look! Someone's here to save us!" 

"Can he defeat the Netherworld Cult Master? He's a Void Transformation Realm demon cultivator!" 

"If the demons panic, we can escape—staying means death!" 

The captives whispered, gazing at Lin Yu. 

"T-that's Prince Third..." Su Miaozhen's face showed disbelief at encountering Lin Yu here. Realizing the Cult Master's terror, she tried to warn him to flee, but Lin Yu had already acted. 

A sword qi howled down from the peak, striking the skull pyramid before demon cultivators could react. 

Boom! 

The pyramid exploded. Countless beast heads shattered, spraying blood and bone fragments. Only the Cult Master reacted in time to block them; others were drenched, looking as if爬出 (crawled out) of a血肉淤泥 (flesh-and-blood mire). 

When the sword qi faded, the pyramid was gone, leaving only a deep trench. 

"Damnation! Who dares to spoil my deed!" The Cult Master's face turned铁青 (iron-green), his eyes blazing with undisguised killing intent as he looked up at Lin Yu. 

Lin Yu stepped forward, descending from the sky as the Wind Control Sword became a cyan stream, hurtling toward the demon cultivators. Wherever the sword went, blood sprayed, and demon cultivators were sent flying. In an instant, all but the Cult Master and the Great Elder lay slain. 

Lin Yu landed before the captives, and the Wind Control Sword returned, circling him. 

"Leave. I'll handle this." He turned to the rescued warriors. 

"Thank you, Young Master! I, Cui Buqi of Rongyang, will repay you!" 

"May I ask your name? Qi Wanjun of Gouchen Sacred Mountain will never forget this!" 

"Young Master, be careful! The Cult Master is powerful—let us fight with you!" 

Many warriors offered to stay, fearing Lin Yu couldn't prevail and willing to die by his side. 

"No. You'll only hold me back." Lin Yu declined with a smile. 

"Hehe! 'Hold you back'? Let's see what you're capable of." The Cult Master's eyes flashed fiercely. He cared nothing for the dead demon cultivators—the Demon God needed only human blood, whether from these warriors or his own men. 

After killing Lin Yu, he might even sacrifice his remaining followers, claiming all the blessings. The thought excited him—perhaps he could reach Void Transformation Level 5, invincible under heaven! 

"None of you escape! Stay and be my sacrifices!" The Cult Master laughed wildly, raising his hands. Dark devil qi surged out like ripples, enveloping the valley. 

"Oh no—we're trapped!" 

Someone tried to rush out but slammed into a devil qi wall, flying back and crashing to the ground. 

Despair filled everyone's eyes.