After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 14

The tide of tens of thousands of spirit beasts was truly terrifying. Even for a city as talented and populous as Fengdu, dealing with such a massive horde was no simple task. After a fierce battle, the cultivators were all, to some extent, injured. The momentum of the beasts began to slow down visibly.

Before the defenders could even catch their breath, another group of cultivators descended upon them in a mighty wave.

“It is Sect Master Zhou of the Shuiyun Sect! We are saved!” a low-level cultivator shouted in joy at the sight of them.

The next second, his head was severed by Sect Master Zhou Jian himself. The head rolled across the ground, coming to a stop with the expression of joy still frozen on his face. Everyone was paralyzed by this sudden and treacherous change.

“Zhou Jian, do you intend to rebel?” Su Mo gritted his teeth and shouted.

“Long time no see, General Su. Ah, my mistake. Should I address you as Empress now?” Zhou Jian laughed loudly, his tone dripping with disdain and mockery.

This single sentence sent shockwaves through the crowd. The civilians could never have imagined that the hidden Empress the Emperor had protected so fervently was actually General Su Mo.

“A man of stature, yet you willingly submit beneath another man. Su Mo, you are truly base! I was loyal to the Emperor, but because of your bewitchment as a demonic Empress, I lost my beloved daughter. Today, I shall restore order and eliminate you!”

Zhou Jian spouted his rhetoric, brandishing his long sword as he lunged at Su Mo.

“Protect the Empress!” Song Zhi shouted, immediately drawing his sword to engage. His cultivation was only at the late stage of the Combined Integration realm, while Zhou Jian was a powerhouse at the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending realm. How could he possibly withstand him? With a single palm strike, Song Zhi coughed up blood and fell like a kite with broken strings.

As Zhou Jian’s sword descended to pierce his dantian, a black, colossal blade suddenly materialized, blocking the fatal strike. The two swords collided, sparks flying and a deafening, metallic hum vibrating through the air. Su Mo’s hands, gripping the giant sword, went numb, and the impact of Zhou Jian’s profound spiritual power made him feel as though his internal organs were shattering.

Zhou Jian had been wary, but upon realizing Su Mo’s strength was a shadow of its former self, he sneered. “Hahaha, Su Mo, you are truly infatuated. To think you really dug out your own spiritual roots to give to Wen Muli’s little lover! Now that you are crippled, I can rest easy. Today is the day you die!”

Another shockwave ripped through the crowd. What? The General had his spiritual roots dug out and given to Consort Xian? It suddenly made sense why the consort had been frail when he first appeared but was now vibrant and healthy. Below, the civilians glared with hatred at Yan Yichen.

“I won’t let you hurt Brother Su!” Yan Yichen shouted, raising his sword to attack Zhou Jian. He was only a minor cultivator at the Golden Core stage; challenging an opponent who had already defeated Song Zhi was nothing short of suicide.

Final Task Issued: Burn your life force and lifelong cultivation to protect Yan Yichen. Upon completion, you will be reborn!

At this critical moment, a glowing red notification appeared in Su Mo’s mind. Without a shred of hesitation, he burned his life force and cultivation to rapidly elevate his power, intending to take Zhou Jian down with him.

Meanwhile, far from Fengdu, Ye Lin realized something was wrong. Her mind went blank as she remembered Su Mo’s words from the previous night. She finally realized that he had intentionally sent her away to spare her from this catastrophe. Her sixth sense had been right; the Empress had indeed been bidding her a final farewell.

“Your Highness, how could you do this to me?” Ye Lin choked back sobs, pushing her spiritual energy to its absolute limit to race back.

In the Demon Realm, massive black mountain ranges suddenly shuddered. A pair of enormous golden vertical pupils snapped open. Following a shrill, piercing dragon roar, the earth heaved. The demons finally realized that the black mountains they had always taken for granted were actually the body of a dragon! Amidst the deafening roar, the giant dragon wound its body upward and soon vanished from the sight of the shocked demons.

“That is a dragon! A black dragon, it is a Fallen Dragon!”

In Fengdu, Zhou Jian believed victory was within his grasp, unaware that this madman would be willing to burn his life force and cultivation to ensure their mutual destruction just to protect Wen Muli’s lover.

“Are you insane, Su Mo? Stop this at once!” He screamed in terror, but he could not break free from Su Mo’s grip.

“Are you afraid? It is a pity I will not let go.” Su Mo smiled faintly. There was no fear in his eyes, only the relief of liberation. His body, tempered by his physical cultivation, was as impenetrable as iron; no one could escape his grasp once he decided to hold on. Ignoring Zhou Jian’s desperate struggles, he pushed his energy output to the breaking point.

“Su Mo!”

Just as he was about to succeed, Wen Muli’s earth-shaking roar echoed through the air. A fiery red figure was sprinting toward them with incredible speed. His body was drenched in blood, some his own and some from the beasts.

“Your Majesty, no! There is no turning back now. If you approach, you are only throwing your life away!” Other cultivators tried to block him. Su Mo was now a time bomb; anyone who got close would suffer the same fate as Zhou Jian—total annihilation.

“Get out of the way!” Wen Muli swiped his sword, repelling those who stood in his path, his eyes bloodshot as he fought to reach them. But everyone knew all his efforts were in vain. It was too late.

“Stop, damn you. Without my permission, who gave you the right to die! I beg you, stop!” By the end, his voice was thick with tremor and desperation.

Su Mo’s eyes were filled with resolve as he slowly turned to look at him. The sunset light made his scarred face look even more terrifying.

“Ah Li, I am tired. I am sorry, but I cannot accompany you for the rest of your life. From now on, take care of yourself.” Su Mo’s expression was gentle, and he offered a soft smile. After saying these words, he held nothing back, detonating his remaining life force and cultivation.

“No!” Zhou Jian let out a shrill, piercing scream.

The onlookers watched in horror as Zhou Jian’s body began to crack, the fissures spreading like a spiderweb across his skin. With a final snapping sound, his body shattered into pieces like fragile glass. The fragments did not even hit the ground before they dissolved into thin, grey mist, vanishing completely.

Su Mo, having already stopped breathing, fell like a kite with severed strings.

“Pfft!” Wen Muli coughed up a spray of blood. The internal injuries he had been suppressing could no longer be contained. With no strength left in his body, he could only watch helplessly as Su Mo’s corpse descended.

At the critical moment, Yan Yichen flew forward, caught Su Mo’s falling body, and slowly landed on the ground.

“Brother Su, Brother Su, wake up!” Tears filled his eyes as he tremblingly touched Su Mo’s chest. He froze for a second upon feeling something.

In the next moment, he was violently shoved aside.

Raising his eyes, he was met with Wen Muli’s bloodshot gaze. The Emperor did not look at him; instead, he acted like a madman, grabbing Su Mo’s corpse and shaking it violently. “Wake up! I command you to wake up, do you hear me!”

Su Mo had always been obedient. They had spent hundreds of years together, and he had never left his side, always following him like a loyal shadow. Whenever he encountered danger, Su Mo had thrown his life away to protect him. No matter when, as long as he turned around, Su Mo would always be there behind him.

But this time, no matter how hard he shouted, Su Mo kept his eyes tightly shut, unable to respond.

Hot tears streamed down Wen Muli’s face. In this moment, he finally understood: he had no family left in this world. And in this moment, he could finally face his own heart.

He loved Su Mo. He had loved him for a very long time, even longer than he had loved Hao Yeshu. He had simply been too stubborn to admit it.

He had personally forced his only true love to his death.