Volume 1, Chapter 187: The Terror of the Demon Lord

"Fiend, die! Attack together and tear this demon cultivator apart!" 

"He killed someone right before us! We can't let him live!" 

"Tao'er, I'll avenge you today! Demon cultivator, I swear to destroy you..." 

The sudden tragedy stunned the crowd until the young warrior collapsed as an empty husk. No one had expected Lord Youyue to kill openly, especially the youth's family, who now charged with red-rimmed eyes, weapons bared. 

"Perfect! That last meal was hardly satisfying." Lord Youyue cackled, flicking blood-red threads that pierced the charging warriors—Purple Mansion or Myriad Manifestation Realm, none could resist. They were hoisted by hair-thin blood threads, their flesh and blood sucked dry until they fell as empty skins. 

Lord Youyue surveyed the human warriors, disappointed. These weaklings hadn't sated him. Though surrounded by Void Transformation Realm warriors, even his overwhelming power couldn't withstand a coordinated attack, so he picked only the weak. 

"Who else?" He grinned, eyeing the summit. All but Void Transformation Realm warriors averted their gazes, urging the stronger ones to act. But the Void Transformation Realm cultivators stayed silent. 

"Why? How can you tolerate this demon's arrogance? Didn't you train to slay fiends and protect the people?" someone shouted, pointing at the Void Transformation Realm warriors, who flushed with shame but still held back. Silence fell. 

At last, a warrior sighed: "We want to fight, but we can't win. We'd just die in vain." 

"What?" The speaker was an elder from Cloud螭 Sacred Mountain in Penglai Continent, a Void Transformation Realm Level 2. If even he admitted defeat, how strong was the demon? 

"This demon cultivator is Void Transformation Realm Level 3." Another revealed Youyue's true strength. 

"Level 3..." Those before Youyue recoiled in fear. 

"Amitabha." A Buddhist chant cut through the tension. Four monks in red cassocks ascended the summit, greeting all with palms together before facing the overbearing Lord Youyue. 

The lead monk said calmly: "Fiend, you possess a warrior's body and descend as a clone. What is your plot? Does the Demon Realm seek to invade the Spirit Mountain World?" 

"Hehe, you monks have eyes—yes, I am a clone." Lord Youyue admitted nonchalantly. 

"Fiend? So he's not a demon cultivator but a fiend?" 

"No wonder he's so strong—he's a demon god's clone!" 

"Would the Demon Realm target Spirit Mountain? Impossible—they aren't connected." 

Astonished murmurs rose. A demon god's clone stood before them. 

"Brothers, my three juniors and I vow to trap this fiend with a formation when the treasure emerges. We can't let it fall into his hands, or we all die. Once the treasure chooses its master, let's unite to destroy him." The lead monk spoke earnestly, gaze unwavering. 

"You expect these rabble to unite against me? Little monk, you dream. They'll slaughter each other for the treasure below, mark my words." Lord Youyue laughed, dismissing the proposal. The crowd exchanged glances, silent. 

"I am Wuxin of the Baohua Sect in the Pure Land, here with three juniors to slay fiends until death. Help or not, we stand against this fiend. We'll perish before letting him thrive." Wuxin's eyes held resolve as he and the monks chanted, radiating compassion. Even those unwilling to give up the treasure respected them. 

Lord Youyue scoffed: "You few think to stop me? I'll show you your place." He closed his eyes, enveloped in demonic qi, waiting for the treasure. Wuxin and the others sat in a circle, forming a subtle formation to bind him when the time came. 

At the foot of the mountain, Chu Chu and the Seventh Princess sat by a campfire, gazing at the multicolored light. With powerhouses gathering, they'd abandoned hope of claiming the treasure. 

A cyan streak appeared in the sky, hurtling toward them. Recognizing the visitor, they rose as Lin Yu's voice sounded: "Chu Chu, Royal Sister, why stop at the foot of the mountain?" 

Lin Yu descended from the air, appearing before them.