Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

Chapter 401: Chapter 30 I Don’t Need to Explain_2

”Believe you?! How can I not?!”

As Wen Yu began to speak, the Pitch-dark World, which had merged with the Netherworld, underwent a transformation.

The dark powers thrummed to life, infiltrating Wen Yu’s body. Instantaneously, the ten-meter-tall Pitch-dark Demon Lord began to take shape!

His form was somewhat smaller than before, yet the current Pitch-dark Demon Lord appeared clearer, almost physical, signaling that it had grown even stronger.

With that, a pitch-black battle saber materialized swiftly. The Soul-Armored weapons Palpitation and Mad Medley, enveloped in the power of darkness, materialized atop Wen Yu’s shoulders.

The Pitch-dark Demon Lord slowly opened his mouth; a colossal sound wave thundered in all directions!

”But today, I don’t want any explanation. I just want you dead!”

As soon as Wen Yu finished speaking, the Pitch-dark Demon Lord vanished on the spot, instantly appearing next to Kuangliu.

The battle saber emitted a furious howl as it slashed rapidly towards Kuangliu’s waist!

”BOOM!”

A massive mushroom cloud exploded on the spot.

Next, Kuangliu, covered with the phantom of a White Tiger, was knocked flying far away by the power of the Pitch-dark Demon Lord. Simultaneously, a series of cracking sounds rose from his body.

Invincibility had already failed to withstand the Pitch-dark Demon Lord’s attack!

Witnessing Kuangliu being blown away and rising hurriedly before attempting a hasty escape, Wen Yu’s eyes clouded with merciless ridicule.

Following that, a black light shot out from the Pitch-dark Demon Lord’s right hand, directly catching up with Kuangliu and drilling into his body.

Pitch-dark Absorption activated.

Weakness activated.

Slowdown activated.

With the dual power-ups of the Dragon Blood Amplification and the Netherworld, both the power and range of Wen Yu’s abilities had significantly amplified. This was not as simple as one plus one. Upon harnessing the Netherworld, Wen Yu’s combat strength surged explosively!

Seeing Kuangliu in the distance slowing down, his breaths growing heavier and heavier, Wen Yu slowly lifted his leg and took a step forward, instantly appearing behind Kuangliu.

In Cathay’s mythology, there is a divine power known as Shrinking Ground into Inches. Although Wen Yu did not possess this ability, changing the distance rules in the Netherworld was a breeze for him!

The next moment, the Pitch-dark Demon Lord lifted his right leg.

Kuangliu felt a towering shadow appear above him. A sense of despair flickered in the corner of his eyes as he disregarded the massive stamina loss inflicted by the curse on his body and forced his legs to scramble in a frantic rush.

However, in Wen Yu’s world, under Wen Yu’s set rules, where could he run?

Thus, what onlookers witnessed was the Pitch-dark Demon Lord’s leg slowly pressing down while Kuangliu’s legs became a flurry of afterimages, yet he failed to escape any distance at all!

Then, the Pitch-dark Demon Lord crushed the White Tiger phantom on Kuangliu’s body, shattered the Invincible Shield on Kuangliu, and trampled Kuangliu underfoot.

This is called toying; this is total domination!

After taking a heavy blow from the Pitch-dark Demon Lord, Kuangliu spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He was unsure how many bones were fractured in his body. More than half of his body was trampled under the Pitch-dark Demon Lord’s right leg, with only his neck and head left poking out.

Despair in his eyes grew denser as Kuangliu cried out in a panicked hurry, ”Wait... Wen Yu, for the sake of our long-term acquaintance, spare me.”

Then, the Pitch-dark Demon Lord raised his battle saber high, opened his mouth slightly, and roared in a voice unlike any human’s.

”For the sake of our long-term acquaintance, I hereby pass your death sentence! To be carried out immediately!!!”

Subsequently, the battle saber fell unwaveringly.

Without any tremor, without any hesitation.

It cut across Kuangliu’s neck like a gentle breeze. Then, Kuangliu’s head, eyes wide with despair, flew in an arc far away, only to roll to a stop at someone’s feet.

Then, the Pitch-dark Demon Lord cracked a huge smile, speaking to a man who had abruptly appeared in the near distance, ”Did you come to save him? Sadly, you’re late!”

The man gently shook his head. ”Strictly speaking, I’m not late. In fact, my timing was just right.”

The Pitch-dark Demon Lord slowly melted, revealing Wen Yu’s figure concealed within.

The dark power slowly dispersed, the Pitch-dark Demon Lord’s body transformed into nothingness, and Wen Yu hovered in mid-air, looking disdainfully at the Asian man below him.

”So, why are you here?”

The Asian man subtly curled his lips and gave Kuangliu’s severed head by his foot a slight kick.

”Two things. First, to observe you, to observe the person whose strength is closest to mine.

”Second... Lin Haifeng wanted me to bring you a new peace proposal.

”Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sequence Number 1. The name doesn’t matter, because all you need to know is that I am Sequence Number 1. Yes, that’s correct. I am that man who has always overshadowed you!”

Sequence Number 1, upon finishing, spread his arms wide, striking a pose that declared, ”I am the king of the world.”

However, Wen Yu remained expressionless.

Indeed, for Wen Yu, rankings like ”Sequence Number something” did not matter at all. To put it bluntly, Wen Yu had always lived in his own world, with himself at the center. He did not care if someone overshadowed him or how powerful that person might be. He did not care what Sequence Number they were. If they troubled him, it was a fight; if he could not win, he would run.

Those empty titles held no real meaning and, moreover, were boring...

So, when Sequence Number 1 held his pose for ten seconds and opened his eyes, he only saw Wen Yu’s indifferent expression.