Demon Sect vs. Lin Xuan

Seeing the Demon Lord's confidence, the members of the New Heavenly Demon Sect responded in kind.

"Very well. Whatever the Demon Lord says, we shall do."

"Lin Xuan, right? I’ve long wanted to deal with him. He’s always so arrogant."

"Now that we’ve grown even stronger, the Demon Lord is formidable, and the Demon God Scripture is peerless!"

They understood well—once the Demon Lord made a decision, no one could oppose it. So why not wholeheartedly support it?

Su Luo nodded. He had said all he needed to and had no intention of rambling like the Left Envoy.

Without delay, he led them forward.

Yet, someone still voiced a doubt.

"Demon Lord, isn’t the Black-Cloaked One coming with us?"

The Black-Cloaked One referred to Jiang Ningshu, whose presence in the Heavenly Demon Sect was unforgettable.

"What, can’t you manage without her?"

"No, it’s just… for extra caution."

"Unnecessary. Our numbers alone are more than enough."

"But—"

"No buts."

Su Luo pressed onward.

Some couldn’t help but wonder—though the Demon Lord was undeniably powerful, his confidence sometimes bordered on the inexplicable, often leading to unexpected outcomes.

And he never listened to others’ opinions.

Could such a path truly lead to a future?

But then they remembered the rapid cultivation gains from the Demon God Scripture, and any dissatisfaction faded.

The improvements from the scripture were immense.

Many had broken through realms in record time—from Golden Core to Nascent Soul, from Nascent Soul to Void Refinement. Barriers they once thought insurmountable were now effortlessly shattered.

The feeling was intoxicating.

Yet, something still felt… off.

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Before confronting Lin Xuan, Su Luo naturally needed to set a trap.

One that would lure Lin Xuan in alone.

This required little thought—the plot had already laid it out, and Su Luo merely followed its course.

Recently, the righteous factions sought to elevate their overall strength, which demanded vast resources.

And this was the key.

Within a secret realm lay a massive spirit stone mine. Su Luo and his forces had prepared everything, waiting only for Lin Xuan’s arrival.

They had already discreetly leaked the information to him.

Needing resources, Lin Xuan would surely come. And since it was only a minor secret realm, his Great Ascension Realm cultivation would allow him to handle it alone with ease.

So far, so normal. But in the original plot, Su Luo had gone further—adding his own resources to sweeten the bait.

Not just his own, but also confiscating treasures from other Heavenly Demon Sect members, piling them into a small mountain as additional lure.

The result? Predictable disaster. The Heavenly Demon Sect not only failed but lost a fortune in resources—a classic case of "losing the battle and the supplies."

Now, Su Luo wouldn’t contribute his own stash, but he had no qualms about taking from the sect.

None dared refuse, though resentment simmered.

Some even questioned the need for overcomplicating things—the spirit stone mine alone should suffice.

But Su Luo brooked no argument. He enforced his will.

Soon, beside the spirit stone mine, a small mountain of treasures materialized.

Su Luo gazed at the hoard, nodding in satisfaction. This, he mused, was a trap worthy of his status as Demon Lord.

"Don’t overthink it," he said. "These things don’t have legs—they won’t run away. In fact, I have another plan: we’ll use them as rewards for our victory celebration."

The others: "......"

What nonsense. They were ours to begin with—how does that count as rewards?

But none dared voice it aloud.

They could only resign themselves to the situation.

Yet discontent lingered.

Time passed, and Lin Xuan still hadn’t appeared.

Doubts arose.

"Will Lin Xuan really come?"

"What if he doesn’t come alone?"

"Don’t question the Demon Lord’s strategy. If he says it’ll work, it’ll work."

Some remained staunch defenders of their leader.

No sooner had the words left their mouths than Lin Xuan arrived—alone, as predicted.

Lin Xuan seemed unsurprised to find himself encircled by formations and ambushers the moment he stepped in.

But the ease of their success delighted the Heavenly Demon Sect.

"Hahaha! You actually came alone!"

"This will be your grave!"

"Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan… just reaching Great Ascension Realm has made you reckless. You’ve only yourself to blame for dying here."

With their prior experience against Nangong Xiyun, their fear was now tempered.

Lin Xuan, however, said nothing in response. He only smiled.

It had been a while since he’d fought Su Luo in his true identity.

He was… looking forward to it.

How much of a gap remained between them? Lin Xuan wanted to know.

"Smiling? You won’t be soon," someone taunted.

Lin Xuan replied with calm certainty, "I know one thing—I won’t die here."

He trusted in his own strength… and in Su Luo.

Su Luo stepped forward. "Whether you die or not will soon be clear. Attack!"

At his command, the remaining ambushers emerged, surrounding Lin Xuan completely.

The strongest positioned themselves near him, while the weaker ones stayed at a distance—not useless, for they would play their part in battle.

Faced with such numbers, Lin Xuan remained unshaken.

"Even so, defeat isn’t certain for me."

A quick assessment told him Su Luo was the only real threat. The rest were mere cannon fodder.

But Su Luo had summoned him here for a reason.

Lin Xuan couldn’t quite grasp what that reason was—he only hoped Su Luo would make it clear.

After all, he wasn’t Li Siyi, who could intuit Su Luo’s thoughts effortlessly.

For now, he’d observe closely.

"Attack!" Su Luo’s order rang out, and the Heavenly Demon Sect surged forward.

No more words were wasted.

A barrage of techniques hurtled toward Lin Xuan.

He dodged with practiced ease, then counterattacked.

Despite being outnumbered, he fought with fluid grace.

Meanwhile, Su Luo remained motionless, lounging leisurely atop a vantage point, overseeing the battle below.

At his current strength, Su Luo could end the fight in an instant—but then what would the others do?

And since the plot dictated Lin Xuan’s victory, Su Luo opted to… slack off a little. Let the others have their moment.

Lin Xuan had noticed Su Luo’s inaction from the start. He wanted to snap: There’s a limit to looking down on me. Do you really think these weaklings can defeat me?

But seeing Su Luo’s indifferent expression, he reconsidered. There must be another plan at work.

He’d wait and see.

Though the Demon God Scripture had strengthened the Heavenly Demon Sect, their coordination was lacking, and none could match a Great Ascension Realm cultivator.

Numbers alone could only buy time.

The longer Lin Xuan fought, the more confused he grew about Su Luo’s intentions.

Yet he showed no mercy. Those who deserved death, died. Soon, the secret realm echoed with screams.

One might wonder—who were the real demons here?