The Death of the Beast Lord

Huh?

The crowd was once again filled with confusion.

Why would Su Luo say something like that?

Wasn’t Su Luo an undercover agent in the Heavenly Demon Sect?

The Heavenly Demon Sect was already gone, so why was he still talking like this?

Lin Xuan couldn’t figure it out either.

At this moment, Li Siyi arrived nearby and shouted, "Don’t worry about what Su Luo says! Just focus on what needs to be done!"

The crowd instantly snapped out of their daze—now wasn’t the time for this. The Beast Lord was still attacking Su Luo.

Though they had many questions, since Li Siyi had spoken, they temporarily refocused on the battlefield.

Su Luo stared at Li Siyi in bewilderment.

Li Siyi simply blinked, putting on an adorable act to play it off.

Su Luo pressed her with a sharp gaze, but Li Siyi just smiled, blew him a kiss, and returned to the fight.

Su Luo felt something was off. Why weren’t more people showing hostility toward him this time?

Had something happened that he didn’t know about?

Still, Su Luo didn’t press Li Siyi for answers right now. He knew she’d give him a proper explanation later.

For now, the show had to go on.

"Hahaha! In the end, all of you will die!"

Su Luo continued his crazed act.

Lin Xuan shook off his doubts and launched an attack, but it had little effect.

The Beast Lord was now in its full-powered second phase. There was no way Lin Xuan stood a chance.

"Stay out of my way!" Su Luo kicked Lin Xuan away.

Since Lin Xuan had joined the fight, it had become a three-way brawl.

Now that the conditions were met, Lin Xuan was no longer needed—so Su Luo instantly knocked him out of the picture.

The kick sent Lin Xuan flying, and he lost consciousness.

Elder Yan rushed to check on him. "Su Luo, what’s the meaning of this?"

Su Luo didn’t respond, busy dealing with the Beast Lord.

Seeing Su Luo struggling against the Beast Lord, Elder Yan let it go and turned his attention back to healing Lin Xuan.

The Beast Lord was seething with rage, but its inability to land a single hit on Su Luo only made it angrier.

"You’re called Su Luo, right?"

"What, trying to remember my name? Don’t bother. You’re already dead."

"The me now isn’t the same as before."

The Beast Lord felt its overwhelming power and refused to believe it could lose.

Of course, such strength came with side effects, but they were negligible—at least for the duration of this battle.

"I don’t see any difference. You’re still the same. Honestly, you’re not even as strong as... the Grand Priest?"

"You dare speak of the Grand Priest?!"

The Beast Lord’s face twisted with fury, veins bulging on its forehead as its eyes burned with rage.

The red liquid coursing through its body surged faster, and in an instant, the Beast Lord appeared right in front of Su Luo.

It raised its fist and smashed down with overwhelming force.

Stronger.

Su Luo casually raised a hand and blocked it.

The Beast Lord attacked wildly, its fists moving so fast they seemed to multiply into thousands.

Yet none of it mattered. Su Luo dodged or deflected every strike, taking no damage at all.

In the end, the Beast Lord was sent flying again—so fast it didn’t even see how it was hit.

Even after being reborn, the Beast Lord’s fury refused to subside.

It charged at Su Luo once more, throwing another punch. Su Luo sidestepped.

But then, the spikes on the Beast Lord’s arm suddenly extended like blades, slashing downward.

Su Luo reached out and caught them mid-air, stopping them cold.

The Beast Lord flexed its arm violently, and the spikes detached, shooting forward.

Faced with such a sudden attack, Su Luo simply twisted his hand, creating a vortex that shredded the spikes into dust.

"Even in this form, you’re no different in my eyes. Your Grand Priest was nothing special—just gave you a slight power boost."

Su Luo delivered his verdict.

"Don’t you dare mock the Grand Priest!"

The Beast Lord’s already monstrous face contorted further with rage, its breath ragged, teeth grinding as if it wanted to tear Su Luo apart.

Su Luo responded with a single slap, sending the Beast Lord crashing to the ground.

"Your face is scaring me. And don’t get it twisted—I’m not just mocking the Grand Priest. I’m mocking you too."

The red liquid in the Beast Lord’s body accelerated again, flowing so fast that some of it burst through its tattoos, spraying outward.

But there was no doubt—the Beast Lord was pushing its power even higher.

This time, it was burning its life force once more.

"Demon God’s Annihilation Fist!"

The Beast Lord’s fist gathered terrifying energy.

At the same time, the space around Su Luo was sealed off—though in Su Luo’s eyes, those barriers were as flimsy as paper.

The Beast Lord’s fist descended like a meteor. "This is the price for mocking the Grand Priest!"

It refused to believe Su Luo could easily withstand this strike.

Su Luo merely raised his hand and blocked it.

The Beast Lord, unwilling to accept this, threw punch after punch. More of its tattoos shattered, and soon its entire body was drenched in red liquid.

Su Luo remarked, "Don’t get so worked up. Hey, if I apologize, would you feel better?"

Hearing this, the Beast Lord’s last shred of sanity snapped.

It converted everything—reason, life force, even its soul—into pure power.

Anything it could think of, it sacrificed.

Then, it unleashed a punch that shook the heavens.

But the world’s trembling lasted only an instant.

Su Luo returned the favor with a punch of his own.

His fist obliterated the Beast Lord’s entire arm, and the sheer force of the blow overwrote the Beast Lord’s earlier impact.

In a flash, silence fell over the battlefield.

The Beast Lord collapsed.

But its eyes regained clarity—its sanity forcibly restored by sheer physical trauma.

Did I win?

In the Beast Lord’s mind, it had burned everything it had for this power.

It felt like an eternity had passed—surely, it had won.

Yet when it looked up, Su Luo still stood before it.

Completely unharmed.

Rage surged once more, but when the Beast Lord tried to move, it found itself unable to do even that. Only the faintest remnants of its strength remained.

Desperate, it began draining the life force of nearby demon beasts. But most of them had already been cleared out by the humans, leaving little to absorb.

In its current state, the Beast Lord’s range was pitifully small.

Still, the remaining demon beasts sensed their lord’s need and abandoned their assault on the North Gate, rushing toward it instead.

Though many had fallen, enough remained to break through the human defenses.

The moment they entered the Beast Lord’s absorption range, they were drained into withered husks.

Slowly, the Beast Lord began to recover—but the process was agonizingly sluggish.

Su Luo floated into the air.

"Don’t even think about running!" The Beast Lord tried to grab him but coughed up blood from the strain.

"Running? Who’s running?"

High above, Su Luo finally got serious.

An overwhelming pressure crushed the Beast Lord, pinning it in place.

"I let you regain your senses so you’d die knowing exactly why."

Su Luo drew his sword, the Xia Ying Blade, and raised it high, gathering energy.

The pressure intensified, forcing the Beast Lord to its knees. Even with its partial recovery, it couldn’t move a muscle.

It tried to lift its head but found even that impossible.

"Now, let’s end this."

Without a shred of hesitation, Su Luo swung his sword down.

The pressure vanished, and the Beast Lord jerked its head up—

Only to see its own death.

The Beast Lord was split in two.

No chance of recovery. No hope of survival.