The Demon Lord of the North Perishes

One night.

The North End Demon Lord wore a troubled expression, but soon, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

Just now, he had killed someone else’s pet—a Swift Shadow Wolf.

Blood pooled on the ground, its entrails spilled out.

Gazing at the lifeless wolf, the North End Demon Lord’s eyes burned red, yet he felt no discomfort.

Instead, he experienced a long-lost sense of pleasure.

So this was the life he truly desired.

But mere pets wouldn’t satisfy him.

"Let me have some fun… Seven Stars Sword Sect."

In the darkness, the North End Demon Lord’s laughter lingered.

He had no intention of abandoning his current identity, yet he craved to indulge his desires—so he acted in secret.

Soon, he selected his next target, ready to begin his slaughter.

"Don’t blame me. It’s your fault for looking at me in the crowd—whether out of curiosity or admiration, I’ll use you to satisfy myself."

Night fell.

"Senior Li Bei, what are you doing?"

A low-ranking disciple of the Seven Stars Sword Sect lay on the ground, one leg fractured by the North End Demon Lord’s hand.

Terrified, he scrambled backward, but the North End Demon Lord advanced leisurely, as if savoring the sight of his prey’s struggle.

"What am I doing? Killing you, of course."

"Why? I’ve done nothing to you," the disciple stammered, his voice trembling with naive fear.

The North End Demon Lord laughed. "How strange. Why do you think there needs to be a reason? I enjoy killing you—isn’t that enough?"

By now, the North End Demon Lord’s face had twisted into a savage grin. He wanted to unleash his true nature.

Kill, kill, kill!

Why should he restrain himself? To kill as he pleased—this was the life he loved.

He had already envisioned his future: by day, he would be Li Bei of the Emperor Heaven Sect, revered by thousands, wearing a gentle smile and treating everyone with courtesy.

By night, he would seek his pleasures—killing those who offended him, or even those who didn’t, simply because he wished to.

At this moment, the North End Demon Lord had never felt more hopeful about the future.

"Li Bei, what are you doing?!"

Di Haoao’s voice rang out in sharp rebuke.

Seeing Li Bei about to strike down a Seven Stars Sword Sect disciple, he was furious.

"He’s a spy from the demonic path," the North End Demon Lord replied calmly.

"Are you serious? Where’s your proof?"

Di Haoao frowned. Someone had led him here, only for him to witness this scene.

For now, he still trusted Li Bei’s words—after all, Li Bei had spent years in the Heavenly Demon Sect and might recognize demonic spies.

"Of course it’s true," Li Bei said with unwavering confidence.

This was just an insignificant disciple of the Seven Stars Sword Sect. He doubted the sect would challenge him, a hero who had helped destroy the Heavenly Demon Sect, over such a nobody.

"If he’s from the demonic path, let the Seven Stars Sword Sect deal with him themselves," Di Haoao reasoned after a moment. This was still another sect’s disciple, after all.

"Fine."

Li Bei agreed expressionlessly, though inwardly, he cursed Di Haoao.

Always ruining his fun. Where was Di Haoao when he was risking his life for the Emperor Heaven Sect? Now he dared to give orders?

Hmph.

But no matter how much resentment boiled inside him, he couldn’t let it show.

He knew Li Hongtao, a Mahayana-stage expert, was secretly guarding Di Haoao.

Meanwhile, Li Siyi, observing from the shadows, frowned.

The North End Demon Lord had talked his way out of this too. She had expected him to drop the act.

It seemed hard to expose him without sacrifice…

No. If even this required sacrifice, what was the point of knowing the future?

Even a lowly Seven Stars Sword Sect disciple was still a disciple.

Think faster, Li Siyi. How can you force him to reveal his true self?

Nangong Xiyun was tempted to strike him down directly, but she couldn’t. Dealing with someone like this required proper justification—otherwise, the Emperor Heaven Sect would demand answers.

After all, Li Bei was now their celebrated hero, set to return north for rewards.

......

Di Haoao’s face darkened with disappointment. "Why would you do this?"

"Why? You think I care about this worthless Elder position in the Emperor Heaven Sect? It’s suffocating!" The North End Demon Lord no longer bothered to hide.

"But does your idea of ‘fun’ have to involve killing?"

"Yes! How else would it be fun? You wouldn’t understand!"

"I don’t. But I do know you’re beyond redemption."

Di Haoao decided to take the North End Demon Lord back to his father, Di Haoran, for judgment.

"You’re awfully bold. You’re alone here—I could kill you, and no one would ever know."

The North End Demon Lord had planned meticulously for this moment.

The area was sealed by a powerful isolation array, making it impossible for outsiders to detect anything.

This had been his plan all along.

Lately, the North End Demon Lord hadn’t given up his murderous urges, but every time, Di Haoao would inexplicably appear to stop him.

His patience had worn thin, and the thought of killing Di Haoao took root.

At first, he suppressed it.

But Di Haoao kept getting in his way—it was unbearable.

So he arranged for everyone, including Li Hongtao, to be sent away.

"I’m not weak either," Di Haoao said, trying to devise a way to break the isolation array and call for help.

The North End Demon Lord laughed mockingly. "You? I was fighting life-and-death battles in the Heavenly Demon Sect before you were even born."

"So you still consider yourself one of them? The Heavenly Demon Sect is gone."

"Hah. I just do what I want. Anyone who stands in my way dies."

The North End Demon Lord wasted no more words and unleashed a lethal strike.

Di Haoao broke out in a cold sweat—this was death.

But then, a hand intercepted the North End Demon Lord’s attack.

Li Hongtao’s face was stormy. "That move was meant to kill Di Haoao."

"Li Hongtao?! I sent you away!"

"As Di Haoao’s temporary guardian, I would never leave."

The North End Demon Lord realized—he’d been outplayed.

"Damn it! Everyone’s against me!"

The North End Demon Lord had truly lost his mind. He only wanted to kill. To him, there was nothing wrong with that.

Li Hongtao looked at him with pity.

In his eyes, anyone who dared attack Di Haoao was already dead.

And seeing the North End Demon Lord’s complete lack of remorse, he knew there was no saving him.

Originally, Li Hongtao intended to cripple the North End Demon Lord and hand him over to Di Haoran for judgment.

But the North End Demon Lord succumbed to his inner demons, descending into madness.

To eliminate any risks, Li Hongtao executed him on the spot.

The North End Demon Lord was no more.

From the shadows, Li Siyi and Nangong Xiyun watched.

Li Siyi had orchestrated many events behind the scenes to force the North End Demon Lord’s hand.

It had gone smoother than expected—Nangong Xiyun hadn’t even needed to intervene.

"Finally, it’s over. I was afraid he’d hold out till the end," Li Siyi sighed in relief.