The Simp’s Heart is Sealed in Cement; The Demon Lord Falls Hard! - Chapter 14

The swarm of tens of thousands of demon beasts was truly terrifying. Even for the Phoenix Capital, rich in talent, dealing with tens of thousands of beasts was no easy task. After a fierce battle, the cultivators were, to a greater or lesser extent, injured. The speed at which the demon beasts attacked visibly slowed down.

Before anyone could even catch their breath, a group of cultivators came charging in.

“It’s Sect Leader Zhou of the Shuiyun Sect! We are saved…” A low-level cultivator saw the people from the Shuiyun Sect and shouted happily. In the very next second, his head was severed directly by the Shuiyun Sect Leader, Zhou Jian. The head tumbled to the ground, rolling a few times before coming to a stop, still wearing that same happy smile!

Everyone was shocked by this unexpected turn of events.

“Zhou Jian, do you wish to rebel!” Su Mo, regaining his senses, shouted through gritted teeth.

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

His words stirred up a thousand waves. The commoners could never have imagined that the Empress Wen Muli kept hidden away was none other than the Great General Su Mo!

“A dignified, full-grown man, yet willing to submit beneath another man; Su Mo, you are truly despicable! I have been loyal to His Majesty, yet because of your bewitchment as an ‘evil empress,’ I have suffered the loss of my beloved daughter. Today, I shall restore order and rid the world of you, this evil empress!” Zhou Jian spoke righteously, wielding his long sword and charging at Su Mo.

“Protect the Empress!” Song Zhi shouted and immediately swung his sword to engage. His cultivation was only at the late stage of the Fusion Realm, while Zhou Jian was already a powerhouse in the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm—how could he possibly withstand him? With a single strike, Song Zhi spat out a mouthful of blood, his body falling like a kite with a broken string.

Watching as Zhou Jian’s sword was about to pierce his Dantian, ‘Ding—’ A massive black sword suddenly appeared, blocking Zhou Jian’s lethal strike. As the two swords collided, sparks flew, and the humming sound was deafening. Su Mo’s hands, gripping the giant sword, felt numb, his internal organs feeling as if they were shattering from the force of Zhou Jian’s thick spiritual power.

Zhou Jian, who had been cautious, let out a wicked laugh upon discovering that Su Mo’s strength was not what it used to be. “Hahaha… Su Mo, oh Su Mo, you are truly foolish. You actually dug out your own spiritual root for Wen Muli, just to gift it to his little lover! Seeing this, I am relieved. Today will be the day you die!”

His words stirred yet another storm. What?! The Great General had been stripped of his spiritual root? And given it to Consort Xian?? No wonder the other one was sickly at first, but was now rosy-cheeked and full of life! All the commoners below glared hatefully at Yan Yichen.

“I won’t allow you to hurt Brother Su!” He gritted his teeth and raised his sword to charge at Zhou Jian.

Even Song Zhi at the Fusion Realm was no match for his opponent; for him, a mere Golden Core Realm cultivator to challenge him was seeking his own death.

【Issuing final mission: Burn your life span and lifetime of cultivation to protect Yan Yichen. Upon completion of the mission, the host will obtain a new life!】

At the critical moment, a red-flashing prompt card appeared in Su Mo’s mind. Without any hesitation, he chose to burn his life and cultivation, rapidly ascending in rank, intending to perish together with Zhou Jian.

Meanwhile, Ye Lin, who was far away from the Phoenix Capital, discovered the anomaly in the city. Her mind went blank; suddenly, she recalled Su Mo’s words from the night before. She finally realized, in hindsight, that Su Mo had deliberately sent her away to spare her from this disaster. Her sixth sense had been correct—her master was indeed saying his final goodbyes to her!

“Your Highness… how… how could you treat me like this…” Ye Lin choked, using all her strength to drive her spiritual energy to rush back.

In the Demon Realm, the massive black mountain range suddenly began to shake. A pair of enormous golden vertical pupils opened. Following a piercing dragon roar, the mountains trembled violently. The demons finally realized that the black mountain they had always thought was a range was, in fact… a dragon’s body!

Amidst the deafening dragon roars, the giant dragon’s body coiled upward, quickly disappearing from the demons’ sight.

“Is, is that… a dragon?!” “A black dragon… it’s a Fallen Dragon, it’s a Fallen Dragon!”

In the Phoenix Capital, knowing Su Mo’s cultivation had regressed significantly, Zhou Jian thought victory was in his grasp. He had never expected that this madman would be willing to burn his life span and cultivation to protect Wen Muli’s little lover, just to perish with him!

“Are you crazy, Su Mo? Stop!” He shrieked in terror, unable to break free from Su Mo’s shackles.

“Afraid? It’s a pity… I won’t let go.” Su Mo smiled shallowly, his eyes devoid of any fear, carrying instead the relief of liberation. His body, cultivated through physical training, was like walls of copper and iron; no one could escape whom he chose to shackle! Ignoring his opponent’s struggle, he continued to pour out his energy.

“Su Mo!” Watching as he was about to succeed, Wen Muli’s thunderous roar erupted. That flash of crimson sped toward them at an incredible speed. His body was covered in blood, whether his own or the beasts’, he could not tell.

“Your Majesty, no! The arrow has left the bow; if you go up now, you are only throwing your life away!” Cultivators immediately tried to stop him. At this moment, Su Mo was a “ticking time bomb”—anyone who approached would end up like Zhou Jian, obliterated into dust.

“Get out of the way!” Wen Muli swiped his sword to repel them, his eyes scarlet as he fought to rush forward. But everyone knew clearly that all his efforts were in vain… because it was too late!

“Stop! Damn it… without my permission, who gave you the right to die! I beg you… stop…” By the end, his voice was filled with tremors.

Su Mo looked back slowly, his eyes brimming with resolve. The sunset made that ferocious face look all the more terrifying. “A-Li… I’m tired… I’m sorry, I cannot accompany you for the rest of your life. From now on… let us each be well.”

Su Mo spoke softly, offering a shallow smile. After saying this, he held nothing back and let all his life span and cultivation erupt.

“No—” Zhou Jian let out a shrill, miserable scream. Everyone watched helplessly as large cracks appeared on his body, growing more numerous and denser. ‘Cr-r-rack—’ The sound of breaking things rang out, and his body instantly fell apart, shattering like glass. The fragments didn’t even fall to the ground; they turned into green smoke in mid-air, dissipating completely.

Su Mo, who had already stopped breathing, fell like a kite with a broken string.

“Pfft!” Wen Muli spat out a mouthful of blood; he could no longer control the internal injuries he had suppressed earlier. With not a shred of strength left in his body, he could only watch helplessly as Su Mo’s corpse fell.

At the critical moment, Yan Yichen flew out to catch Su Mo’s falling body, landing slowly.

“Brother Su, Brother Su, wake up…” Eyes brimming with tears, he touched Su Mo’s heart with trembling hands. Sensing something, he froze for a moment.

The next second, he was shoved away fiercely. Looking up, he met Wen Muli’s scarlet eyes. The Emperor did not look at him; instead, he grabbed Su Mo’s corpse and shook it wildly like a madman. “Wake up! I command you to wake up, did you hear me!”

Su Mo had always been obedient. They had spent hundreds of years together; he had never left him, had always followed him like a little shadow, and had even risked everything to protect him whenever he was in danger. No matter when it was, as long as he looked back, Su Mo would always be behind him.

But this time, no matter how he called out, Su Mo kept his eyes tightly shut, unable to offer him any response.

Hot tears rolled down Wen Muli’s cheeks like a broken string of pearls. At this moment, he finally understood: from now on, he had no family left!

At this moment, he was finally able to face his own heart. He loved Su Mo he had fallen for him long ago, even longer than he had for Hao Yeshu! It was just that he had never been willing to admit it!

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