This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 311 Demon Lord

Darkness, like viscous ink, enveloped Xiao Xingchen's consciousness; he felt himself falling into an abyss.

Suddenly, a streak of blood-red light pierced the chaos, and the tattered soul was lifted upwards by some force.

"You really dare to do that." A mocking voice exploded in his mind, and a phantom image of blood-red eyes appeared.

"Aren't you afraid that if you pierce my heart with ordinary iron, I will also be reduced to ashes?"

A ripple of emotion stirred within Xiao Xingchen's mind, followed by a victorious smile.

"We both know that the slave seal of the Shen family can only be removed by death."

"But you shouldn't have awakened me." Bloodshot eyes suddenly drew closer, their pupils reflecting the silhouette of a massive, star-like, mangled body.

"If it were possible, I would be very reluctant to have you inside my body, Demon Lord!"

Xiao Xingchen sighed helplessly. The person speaking to him was actually the remnant of the Demon Lord that he had stepped into in order to rescue Mu Wushuang. He had fought the Demon Lord head-on that day and initially hadn't noticed anything unusual.

All the way to the Moon Wheel Clan's territory, especially when the River of Time opened, when my past self drew her sword to kill me, a surge of external power allowed me to dodge a fatal blow.

Only then did he realize with shock that, before that, the remnant Demon Lord had actually merged his remaining demonic soul into his own body.

Upon learning this news, he was stunned by the series of blows before he could even feel the shock. The High Priest of the Moon Wheel also noticed this and intentionally displayed the inscriptions on the chains to him.

At the moment he pierced his own heart, the runes belonging to the Moon Wheel Clan appeared in his mind. Under the dazzling light of the runes, at the closest he was to death, he truly saw what kind of person the Demon Lord was.

For this reason, he was certain he wouldn't die; the Demon Lord wouldn't allow him to die. They could have helped him break free of the slave mark, but he remained asleep until his deathbed, when the Demon Lord finally awoke.

Looking at the handsome man standing in her mind, she was struck by the stark contrast to the legendary Demon Lord. He wasn't much older than her, with shoulder-length black hair, a delicate face, and unfathomable eyes, resembling a boy next door.

Xiao Xingchen found it hard to imagine why such a person would be called the Demon Lord.

"It seems you're quite surprised to see me. Feel free to ask any questions; I still have some time," the Demon Lord said with a faint smile, though his gaze, through his body, drifted towards the ancestral temple.

"I have many questions, such as why are you in my body? Are you trying to possess me?"

The Demon Lord shook his head.

"Possession? You look down on me. I wouldn't stoop to such a thing. As for me appearing inside your body, I'd like to ask you that. I was supposed to be recuperating in my crippled state, so why did you bring me here after just one trip?"

"Me?" Xiao Xingchen was stunned, looking at him incredulously, her mind filled with questions.

"You guessed right, it was you. You're the one who broke my peace, so don't look at me like that. It's not that I want to hurt you, it's that you want to hurt me."

The Demon Lord's lips twitched, but ultimately he let out a helpless sigh.

"I don't know. I was trying to save someone. A friend of mine was inside your body."

"Nonsense, of course I know. I would be very grateful if you chose to send me back."

"I can't do it. Last time, I didn't even know how I ended up in front of you,"

"Then shut up. I've been nurturing this power for who knows how many years, and now I'm using it on you. Do you know how I feel right now?"

"Power? What power?" Xiao Xingchen was confused.

"Of course it's the power to bring the dead back to life. I prepared it for my crippled body, but you dare to stab yourself in the back? Do you know how much I want to slap you to death right now?"

"Damn it, I even suspect that someone is plotting against me, forcing me to save you, because if you die, I will be completely dead."

"Wait, what happened? You mean you saved me with your power?"

"Why not?"

"Wait, I remember it should be the Moon Wheel,"

"Pah! You'd better stop talking, or I'm afraid I won't be able to contain my anger."

Xiao Xingchen stood there stunned upon hearing this. Although he was still unconscious, they were inside the secret chamber.

Suddenly, a cracking sound rang out as if bones were dislocating.

Xizhu had just come to see him and was leaving, seeing that he hadn't changed at all. But she stopped in her tracks, shocked to see that the blood hole in Xiaoxingchen's chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Black mist poured out from his seven orifices, condensing into blurry runes around his body.

"This is..." Xi Zhu's pupils shrank suddenly, and a blue light shone from her fingertips as she probed the magic. The moment the light touched the black mist, she suddenly groaned and took three steps back, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

She was shocked. She was injured? What exactly was this black mist?

At the same time, in a room not far away, Ling Xue, who was meditating, suddenly opened her eyes. The ghost sword at her waist trembled violently, and the same black mist inscription as Xiao Xingchen appeared on the scabbard.

The moment she gripped the sword hilt, countless images flooded her mind—

Beneath a blood-red sky, seven colossal black and white gates encircled the demon tower, each gate engraved with a different totem: the Taotie swallowing stars, the Qiongqi tearing through the void, chaos devouring all things... Thick black water seeped from the cracks in the gates, converging into a river that flowed towards the base of the tower.

"What is this?" Cold sweat beaded on Ling Xue's forehead.

Xiao Xingchen seemed to sense something and followed the Demon Lord's gaze. When he saw the Demon Suppression Prison beginning to appear in the ancestral temple, his pupils constricted sharply.

"Oops,"

"Bad? It's terrible." The Demon Lord's eyes gleamed, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

"So am I alive now? If you can revive me, hurry up, I'm very busy."

Xiao Xingchen urged him on, which amused the Demon Lord.

"Damn it! I'm the Demon Lord! How dare you talk to me like that? Believe me, I'll make sure you're dead!"

"My Demon Lord, please stop joking. Didn't you already say that if I die, you won't be able to live either? Since fate has brought us together, I think we can be more sincere. It would be better for both of us, wouldn't you say?"

"You're quick-witted, but a good opportunity awaits you. If you agree to let me retrieve that opportunity, I can expend some of my life essence to heal your wounds,"

"What's the meaning,"

"It means you're not going to live right now; whether you live or not depends on my mood."

The Demon Lord replied smugly.

"I still don't understand,"

"If you don't understand, figure it out yourself before asking me. I don't talk to idiots."

The Demon Lord gave a sarcastic remark with great arrogance, then refocused his gaze on the Demon Suppression Prison and sighed to himself.

"So many years have passed, yet the Demon Suppression Prison is still here. The great demons inside should have been refined by now, right? I wonder if that old man took it away."