After Marrying the Disabled Demon Lord as a Substitute, I Ran Away with His Child - Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Black smoke wrapped around countless corpses as they lunged toward Zuo Siqiu and Xuan Mo. Those of the Xuan Cloud Sect who were still conscious gasped that this was a level of force they couldn’t hope to resist! Even they felt a terrifying pressure and a sense of absolute despair.

The man radiating that world-shaking demonic energy let out a long, triumphant howl toward the sky! The black mist and dead bodies completely engulfed Zuo Siqiu and her group.

The Long family watched as Long Xiaotian was swallowed by the darkness. Only a few dared to rush forward, hoping to save their new Family Head.

“What are you doing? He’s surely dead!” someone shouted. “No one could survive such overbearing demonic energy!”

“Even if the energy doesn’t kill them, those corpses will tear them apart!”

“Exactly! How could you possibly defeat that man? Have you forgotten what he’s done to the cultivation world over the last thousand years?”

Cultivators from other sects whispered, “Xuan Mo was the Demon Sovereign, a great hidden threat to our world. It’s for the best that he’s removed like this.”

“Some alchemists said Zuo Siqiu’s formulas were rare, but so what? She was just a low-level alchemist.”

“Though, she truly had a hard and pitiful life, being sent as a proxy bride to the Xuan Cloud Sect.”

“That is just her fate.”

Everyone thought the same: this was the end for Zuo Siqiu and the Xuan Cloud Sect.

But no one expected that Zuo Siqiu was not meant to die.

When a dragon’s roar echoed from the distant horizon, everyone froze, staring toward the sound. A burst of golden light erupted, so piercing that onlookers had to shield their eyes. Under that golden radiance, the black demonic mist dissipated silently.

“A Divine Beast!”

“Why would a Divine Dragon appear here?”

Although this dragon wasn’t in its peak state, it was still a Divine Beast vastly superior to those who had yet to ascend to immortality.

“Is that the beast from the Long family’s secret realm?”

“The Milong Secret Realm! I see… the dragon must be here to save Long Xiaotian!”

The Long family members immediately scrambled forward. “Senior! Senior Milong! Are you here to save our Family Head?”

“Senior, the Head isn’t important, could you grant us another secret realm instead?”

“Milong! You are the dragon from our family’s realm! Why are you saving these outsiders? We don’t need you to save them!”

The surrounding crowd frowned at the Long family, disgusted by the true colors of the “Number One Family” of the cultivation world. Yet, in truth, many wondered if they would choose any differently in that position. Many watched with bloodshot eyes, envious of the Long family’s incredible luck. Even a tiny scrap of favor from a Divine Dragon could bless a clan for generations.

The Long family members straightened their backs, their voices growing arrogant. From now on, no other sect could hope to match their foundation.

As the crowd watched in envy, the black mist fully cleared, revealing those trapped within. To everyone’s shock, the group they assumed was dead or at least gravely injured—stood perfectly unharmed.

Even more shocking, the Divine Dragon slowly lowered its massive head, leaning toward the small group.

Zuo Siqiu held a scale that had nearly burned to ash. She looked up at the dragon, a relaxed and satisfied smile on her lips. “You actually came!”

The dragon spoke: “I promised you. This is our contract.”

The crowd erupted in disbelief. They never imagined the Divine Dragon was here for Zuo Siqiu!

“How does she know a Divine Dragon? Isn’t that the Long family’s beast?”

“How is it possible? It was here for them from the start?”

“Why does she have a contract with it?”

No one could fathom how someone could have such luck. But Zuo Siqiu did. Under the envious gazes of all, she raised her hand and pointed at the man standing behind her. “I summoned you because I want you to help me kill him.”

Xuan Mo’s father had always thought the greatest obstacle to his ascension was his son, who wouldn’t easily agree to be his medicinal primer. He never imagined that one day he would be struck down by a power from a higher dimension!

He lost all his previous calm and aura, staring at Xuan Mo with wide, trembling eyes. “How… how could you have such an opportunity?!”

Xuan Mo looked up at the man who was unworthy of the title ‘father,’ his tone indifferent. “I know I don’t deserve such luck. I thought I would spend my life in a wheelchair, a cripple everyone feared but wanted to kill, eventually dying by someone’s blade. But it seems Heaven has been kind to me.”

Everyone’s gaze shifted to Zuo Siqiu. The meaning was clear: the dragon wasn’t there for the Long family, nor for Xuan Mo. It was there for Zuo Siqiu. It was because of her that Xuan Mo had the chance to have a Divine Beast strike on his behalf.

And how did Xuan Mo get Zuo Siqiu? She was the proxy bride sent to him. That very marriage was what gave her the chance to enter the Milong Secret Realm.

In front of the stunned crowd, the Divine Dragon swung its tail. A wave of draconic pressure, carrying immense energy, slammed into Xuan Mo’s father!

The man, a pure demonic cultivator, couldn’t withstand it. He collapsed to his knees, spitting out black blood. For the first time, he felt the agony of being suppressed; even his soul screamed in pain.

He didn’t give up without a fight. Black demonic power erupted from his body, and the dying corpses on the ground were suddenly revitalized by the mist. They scrambled up like puppets on strings, lunging toward the dragon.

The dragon swung its tail again, and golden light showered the corpses. Piercing shrieks filled the sky, making everyone’s skin crawl. They watched as the golden light overtook the black mist, and the corpses turned to ash as if consumed by fire.

The dragon’s suppression made it hard for anyone to breathe. No one dared to move, fearing they might accidentally fall into the dragon’s attack range. Under the repeated strikes, Xuan Mo’s father couldn’t even stand up. His body seemed to ignite with golden sparks; wherever the light touched, flesh, bone, and soul dissipated.

Xuan Mo, cradling the sleeping child in his arms, watched his father slowly fade away. Seeing the fear, hatred, and regret in the old man’s eyes, Xuan Mo let out a cruel smile. This man had never treated him as a son, only as a resource. Naturally, he felt no filial duty in return.

When the Divine Dragon finally departed, it left behind a lingering divine power that made the spiritual energy at the gates of the Xuan Cloud Sect incredibly dense. Some people immediately sat down to meditate right there. Others simply refused to leave.

Xuan Mo glanced at the crowd, then focused his gaze on Zuo Siqiu. Both had been affected by the lingering demonic mist, and many others in the sect were injured or had lost their physical bodies. They ignored the people at the gates and returned to the interior of the Xuan Cloud Sect, closing the mountain gates to rest and recover.