After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 19

Did Hao Yeshu’s scheme fail? Not entirely. At the very least, he used his death to trade for Wen Muli’s guilt and his hatred for Su Mo. Su Mo had survived, but Wen Muli was destined to live forever in the remorse of losing his beloved. Unable to blame himself, he transferred all his bitterness onto Su Mo. This guilt and hatred tortured Wen Muli so severely that it transformed all the love he once held for Su Mo into bone piercing and lingering hate.

In the Memory Stone, the events had reached a point a few months prior, when Wen Muli returned with Yan Yichen, who looked exactly like Hao Yeshu. This time, he did not want history to repeat itself, so he chose without hesitation to excise Su Mo’s spiritual roots to correct the mistakes of a century ago.

Ironically, his efforts and Su Mo’s sacrifices did not receive the outcome he expected. The Memory Stone revealed the truth: Su Mo had tracked Yan Yichen and discovered that he had murdered Zhou Yanyu, framing Wen Muli for the crime.

What was the truth? It was like peeling back skin, exposing bloody bone, and then shattering that bone inch by inch. It was a torture worse than death.

Wen Muli stared blankly at the scene, feeling a heart piercing agony. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips. With bloodshot eyes, he looked at the stunned Yan Yichen and asked, his voice trembling with hatred, “Why?”

He had treated him so well; why did he betray him? Did he have any idea of the consequences of breaking the barrier? The cultivators could protect themselves, but eighty percent of Fengdu’s population consisted of ordinary citizens.

Just a short while ago, a twenty eighth tier spirit beast had appeared at the site of the barrier breach. He had killed the beast at the cost of his own life, but ignoring his wounds, he had rushed back. Yet he had been too late. He had watched as the man who had tortured him for nearly a century, the man he had secretly cherished in his heart though he was never willing to admit he loved him, perished. And the culprit behind it all was Yan Yichen. Once again, he had trusted the wrong person, causing endless harm to Su Mo.

“Because you deserve to die!” Yan Yichen spat the words out with gnashing teeth, his eyes overflowing with hatred.

“Ha, Hahaha.” Wen Muli let out a crazed laugh, tears blurring his vision. His eyes brimmed with malice, yet he did not deal a killing blow. He threw Yan Yichen to the ground and commanded the silent Song Zhi, “Watch him for me. If anything happens to him, everyone here will be buried with him.”

“Wen Muli, you are a despicable, cowardly, and insidious villain! If you have the guts, kill me!” Yan Yichen no longer hid his hatred, screaming loudly.

“Die? No, I will not let you die. You were exchanged for Su Mo’s life, so you will live on in his stead! Rest assured, I will not let you live comfortably.” Wen Muli gently caressed his cheek, his tone dripping with malice.

“Bah, do not put on an act of false mercy! The man is already dead; who are you showing this false affection to? You are no different from that Hao Yeshu. No, you are even more hateful and disgusting! Brother Su Mo died well. Only in death could he truly escape the clutches of a madman and a perverted demon like you!” Yan Yichen spat in his face, his eyes flashing with intense hatred as he spoke without restraint.

“If you could be reincarnated, so can he. A hundred years, a thousand, ten thousand, I will find a way to resurrect him!” Wen Muli’s eyes were filled with absolute determination.

Ignoring the ranting Yan Yichen, he knelt down gently and cradled Su Mo’s corpse, stroking his scarred face with tenderness and remorse. “Su Mo, I have failed you. Do not worry; no matter how long it takes, I will find a way to bring you back from the dead. I will spend the rest of my life atoning for my sins.”

The instant he lowered his head, intending to kiss Su Mo’s cold lips, a sharp dragon roar echoed through the heavens. Thunder and lightning tore across the sky, turning the once clear blue horizon into a pitch black abyss. Lightning sliced the sky into pieces, and from the cracks, a massive black dragon descended.

“What is that?” “It is a dragon, a black dragon!” “It is a Fallen Dragon!”

The people pointed at the giant monster, which seemed to blend into the darkening sky, and screamed in terror. Wen Muli’s expression turned cold, and he ordered the cultivators to prepare for battle. The black dragon hovered in mid air, its golden vertical pupils staring coldly down at him. With another roar, it unleashed a torrent of scorching flames from its maw.

The entire city of Fengdu was instantly turned into a sea of fire. Screams and the sounds of people fleeing filled the air. Countless ordinary citizens were caught in the flames, writhing in agony, while buildings collapsed on all sides. It was a scene resembling the apocalypse.

Wen Muli had sustained severe injuries from his fight with the spirit beast, but if he did not step in, all of Fengdu would be destroyed. Gritting his teeth and ordering his men to protect Su Mo’s corpse, Wen Muli conjured his spirit sword and flew up to confront the black dragon.

With another piercing roar, the black dragon transformed into human form. The crowd gasped once more; what a breathtakingly beautiful face! Dressed in flowing red robes with intricate dark patterns, his skin was as white as a snow lotus. His eyebrows were like ink, his face like peach blossoms, and his eyes like autumn waves. Those peach blossom eyes stared unblinkingly at Wen Muli, and his thin, cherry pink lips curled into a smile.

That smile was seductive yet sinister, demonic and laced with killing intent. The immense pressure of his presence forced Wen Muli to remain alert. He went rigid, his muscles coiled, as he coldly spat out two words, “It is you!”

In this world, there was only one dragon left, the one Su Mo had released: Xiao Xiao! There was only one reason he had appeared at this moment. He was going to fight him for Su Mo’s corpse!

“Wen Muli, you deserve to die.”

The man in red spoke the words coldly. In the next instant, he vanished, reappearing directly in front of Wen Muli. A black fan struck out toward Wen Muli’s face. Wen Muli’s pupils dilated; he dodged rapidly while launching a counterattack. The speed of their battle was so fast that the onlookers could only see two blurs of light colliding, unable to even discern their moves.

If Wen Muli had not been injured and were in his prime, the young dragon might not have been his match. But as it was, he was suffering from grave internal wounds from the beast battle and had been further destabilized by the shock of Su Mo’s death and the revelation of the truth. He was no match for the dragon.

Within a quarter of an hour, the outcome was decided. Wen Muli’s body plummeted from the sky, smashing a giant crater into the ground.

“Your Majesty!” the cultivators shrieked in terror.

“Cough, protect the Empress’s body, do not let him take it!” Wen Muli, pale as paper, spat blood as he gritted out the command.

“Kill!” The cultivators roared and rushed toward the man in red.

The man in red looked at them with utter disdain, transformed back into a dragon, and began his slaughter.