High Martial: I Grind Professions

Chapter 304: Chapter 177: Insta-killing the Demon Emperor’s Descendants (Part 2)

King-level!

In their extremely limited understanding, only the Human Race’s supreme King-level paragons should possess such terrifying speed, capable of tearing through space-time itself.

Despair washed over the five Demon Emperor descendants like an icy tide, drowning their hearts in an instant.

”Retreat!” Fu Ye’s voice was shrill and distorted with sheer terror, almost tearing at the seams.

It didn’t hesitate. Forgetting any thought of tying down the Human Race’s defenders, the five streaks of light wheeled around in unison and fled frantically toward the eerie blue vortex that led to the Demon Realm—the Stargate.

Nothing was more important than survival. In the face of a King-level existence, they didn’t even have the right to struggle!

Unfortunately, their reaction was a step too slow.

”Thinking of leaving now?”

A voice, so calm it betrayed no emotion, boomed like thunder directly in the depths of the five demons’ souls.

The voice didn’t come from behind them, but... from directly in front of them, on the only path to the Stargate.

The golden light that had torn across the sky had vanished at some point, revealing a figure within.

It was a young man in a simple, dark purple robe. His black hair swayed in the wind and his expression was calm, but his eyes were unnervingly bright. They seemed to hold an entire starry sky, tinged with a faint, almost imperceptible... amusement.

He stood there casually, a silver long-bladed saber with a simple, sleek design in his hand. A faint sheen flowed along its blade.

The corner of Li Wen’s mouth curled up slightly, a barely perceptible arc, but it was by no means a smile. It was the cold appraisal of a Hunter who has just seen its prey caught in a net.

Fear nearly suffocated the five demons. But as their eyes subconsciously swept over Li Wen’s body, a spark of absurd... hope suddenly ignited within their crumbling despair.

’Mid-stage Great Sun Realm...?’

The leader, the Fox Demon Fu Ye—the most meticulous and perceptive genius of the Demon Race—was the first to confirm this fact.

Then came Xiaolie, Lingfeng, Panyan, and Dark Pupil. They checked again and again. It was true. The purple-robed young man before them was not the King-level paragon they had imagined, reeking of terrifying power. His aura fluctuations clearly indicated he was only at the Mid-stage Great Sun Realm!

He was even a minor realm lower than their own Demon Power, which was at the Peak of Great Sun Realm.

The immense contrast shattered the five demons’ perception of reality.

’What was that King-level speed from before? An illusion? A special treasure?’

’Whatever it is, he definitely can’t maintain it for long!’ Ecstasy instantly replaced their deathly despair.

’He must be a genius! An unparalleled prodigy the Human Race spent a fortune to cultivate, someone who possesses some incredible Secret Technique for a burst of speed.’

’But to think he can crush the five of us—scions of Demon Emperor bloodlines—on a head-on battlefield with the mere True Essence Cultivation of a Mid-stage Great Sun Realm expert?’

’This is a colossal insult! Does he really think the title of a Demon Race genius is just for show?’

’The Human Race has geniuses, so the Demon Race can’t have prodigies?!’

”Kill him!” Fu Ye instantly abandoned all thoughts of escape. Its shriek was filled with the madness and greed of a cornered beast striking back.

Capturing or killing a human genius like this would be a far greater achievement than annihilating ten fortresses!

”Together! Tear him to shreds!”

The Roaring Fierce Tiger Demon’s ferocity was completely ignited. Pent-up rage exploded from it with unprecedented power.

Its massive body, wreathed in a bloody, malevolent aura, transformed into a bolt of crimson lightning that shot straight for Li Wen’s face. Its claws tore through the air, creating a piercing sonic boom.

This was its Talent Divine Technique, and also its strongest pouncing attack—the ”Divine-Sundering Claw.”

The Peng Demon, Lingfeng, shrieked. Its wings beat furiously, not to charge forward, but to ascend instantly to its maximum altitude. Its talons blazed with a destructive golden light, coalescing into a beam of ”Universe-Sundering Golden Gang” tens of meters long. Like the spear of a judging deity, it plummeted from the sky with enough power to pierce the void itself.

It targeted the vital point on top of Li Wen’s head.

The Turtle Demon, Panyan, let out a low, dull roar. Its enormous shell suddenly expanded and began to spin. Intricate, ochre-yellow runes on its surface lit up, forming a massive, swirling force field—the ”Thousand Crags Defensive Field.”

This barrier wasn’t purely for defense. It latched onto the surrounding space, locking Li Wen firmly in place to create a kill-shot opportunity for its companions.

The eyes of Dark Pupil, the Snake Demon, became as deep as an abyss. Two points of ethereal light flared within them. An invisible spiritual spike—the ”Soul-Snatching Gaze”—shot out silently, aiming to pierce Li Wen’s sea of consciousness and shake his Primordial Spirit the moment he was occupied with blocking the first two ferocious attacks.

And Fu Ye, the strongest of the five, showed no mercy. A pink, phantom-like aura erupted from its body, and a dense, tangible pink mist rapidly spread out—the ”Spirit Bewitching Heart Poison.”

This Talent Divine Technique not only magnified flaws in an opponent’s mind but could also interfere with their five senses and judgment, even causing their own True Essence to turn against them.

It wasn’t designed for an instant kill. Its purpose was to reduce the opponent’s strength to less than thirty percent, trapping them in an inescapable quagmire.

The five descendants of Demon Emperors had unleashed their ultimate, life-or-death techniques. Their coordination was flawless: locking down the area, attacking, controlling the field, interfering, and setting up the kill—each step was perfectly linked.

A fiery light rekindled in their eyes. It was as if they could already see this human genius torn to pieces, trampled underfoot—a stepping stone for their own ascension in the royal court.

’Arrogance always comes with a price!’

Li Wen calmly watched the five streams of murderous intent rush toward him. The barely perceptible curve on his lips vanished, replaced by an absolute, chilling indifference.

Faced with the terrifying momentum of Xiaolie’s ”Divine-Sundering Claw,” he chose not to meet it head-on.