Abyss Walker

Chapter 201 Demonic Way

"Kid, you're not on the wanted list, this is none of your business. Hehehe."

"Wanted list?" Yun Muhan kept recalling history in his mind. Wanted list... Demon... The Ten Thorns of the Demon Realm.

Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling's expressions changed drastically.

Dugu Jianling: "Assassins... people from the Demon Realm, we can't beat them... the gap is too big."

"Hehehe, so you're not some nobody after all. You actually recognized me. That's right, I am one of the Ten Thorns of the Demon Realm." The black shadow disappeared, and the voice came from all directions.

"Can you read my mind?"

"Hehehe, kid, you know things you shouldn't, but you don't know things you should. I'm starting to suspect you're a demon. It's a pity you're not on the wanted list, otherwise I could make a lot of money."

"A dignified Ten Assassins of the Demon Realm, you think you can destroy the Heavenly Kingdom with a mere Tianzhou? Aren't you afraid of people from the Divine Realm... or of losing face?" Yun Muhan mocked.

"Hehehe, you talk too much, but I like talkative people. Let me tell you the truth! The God Realm is in complete chaos and has no time to deal with this little subordinate."

"The God Realm is in chaos? Impossible... The God Realm has seven dragon gods, seven gods, and numerous god-level powerhouses and god-king guardians."

"Hehehe, the God Realm is nothing but the Demon Lord's possession. What bullshit Seven Dragon Gods and Seven Gods? They are no match for us Four Demon Gods and the Demon Lord."

"That's just boasting. The current Demon Thousand Dao Venerable has no strength to match the Seven Gods. At most, he can fight two gods alone. In addition, with four demon gods fighting four gods, it's not that he has no chance of winning, but it can only be described as a crushing defeat."

Dugu Jianling: "That's right, at the same level, Mo Qian Daozun can at most fight two gods. Even if all ten demon thorns come out together, they can't make up for the gap. You... you should hurry up and go up and persuade them. Don't let them dissipate."

"...That makes sense. Until we meet again, hehehe. I'm really starting to like you more and more, kid." The voice disappeared.

"Phew... That scared me to death. This third one of the Ten Thorns isn't very bright. He's a seventh-level Divine Lord. Crushing me is as easy as crushing an ant for him."

Dugu Jianling: "The Demon Realm really dares to attack the God Realm? That shouldn't be the case... Now that the three realms are in a state of balance, the Demon Realm has no reason or justification to attack the God Realm."

"Mo Qiandao, are you still unwilling to show yourself?"

The Lord of the Demon Realm tore through the void and appeared before Yun Muhan, followed closely by four figures. These were none other than the Demon Lord—Mo Qiandao Zun, the Demon God—Ghost-Faced Rakshasa, the leader of the Ten Thorns—Yi Man, one of the Ten Thorns—San Sha, and another of the Ten Thorns—Si Hua.

Mo Qian Daozun, as the ruler of the Demon Realm, has long since reached the fourth level of the God King. He is an unparalleled and terrifying existence in the Demon Realm, inspiring fear in all who hear of him.

His figure was tall and majestic, and his long black robe was embroidered with dark gold magic patterns. With every movement he made, the magic patterns seemed to shimmer slightly, as if they contained endless magic power.

His face was handsome yet cold, with deep eyes that seemed to see into people's hearts, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, revealing a hint of cunning. His black hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, swaying gently with his steps, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.

The Ghost-Faced Rakshasa possessed strength reaching the seventh level of a God-Emperor, making him a fearsome figure in the Demon Realm. His appearance, like his name, was filled with eeriness and terror.

He wore a hideous ghost mask on his face, with empty and deep eyes that seemed to devour all light.

His body was clad in a blood-red battle robe, covered in strange runes that shimmered gently in the night wind, emanating a chilling power. He was burly, with clearly defined muscles, and every step he took carried a heavy, oppressive aura.