Chapter 915: Death Fear

"What do we do?!" Some players, secretly observing from a distance, also became flustered. "We've been hiding our spatial fluctuations every time we jump, using S-shaped movements, and he's still catching up so fast?!"

"Who knows!"

"Damn it! Run! The Demon Lord is still talking; can someone shut him up?! He's spilling all our secrets!"

"Run, my child!" (Tears welled up.)

The players felt heartbroken and utterly distraught, their spirits completely crushed. This person was too young; someone had to quickly stop him from doing something foolish!

Undeniably, this Jianghu was truly powerful.

The cultivation techniques were ethereal and profound, and the martial arts were unfathomable. Furthermore, in his current quantum combat body, he was naturally fearless.

Meanwhile, the Demon Lord was terrifying. This overlord of the Jianghu had swept through an entire multi-dimensional Jianghu. The martial art he practiced, the "Mad Desire Demonic Dispersion Art," transcended common sense and the macroscopic physical universe, rumored to be the ultimate martial art of the multiverse.

In the mental crystal wall universe, he had dominated for an entire epoch.

Countless civilized planets, vast star systems, and major galaxies lived under his dread, within his shadow.

Yet, people's fear of him was indistinct.

They did not know his name.

They did not know his appearance.

They did not know his experiences.

All information regarding his existence had been forcibly erased by countless prestigious righteous sects.

However, everyone knew that he was an utterly terrifying, forbidden concept within the Jianghu. Should one learn his name, glimpse his appearance, or observe him, they would plummet into eternal abyss.

Indeed, he was Wang Renming, the top entity on the Jianghu Demonic Ranking, often referred to as the Nameless Dread or the Indescribable Terror, and widely hailed as the universe's foremost demon lord.

Yet, no matter how powerful you are, sooner or later, something is bound to happen.

Di Qi relished powerful adversaries, even those capable of pushing him to the brink of despair. The stronger the enemy, the more exhilarated Di Qi became.

In the distance.

"You still want me to continue speaking?"

The Demon Lord's expression remained utterly serene. With a benevolent and kindly appearance, he hardly resembled a terrifying demon lord. He cast a casual glance at Di Qi and remarked, "You are quite exceptional; your Dao heart is incredibly resilient."

Although he was attempting to break through the opponent's Dao heart at that moment, he never imagined that such simple methods could lead to victory.

Instilling fear in a true powerhouse purely through words was, in itself, utterly absurd.

Beings of such caliber possessed incredibly stable Dao hearts.

The Demon Lord had indeed encountered countless such formidable individuals and geniuses throughout the Jianghu.

He could not easily shatter their spirits or plant demonic seeds within their Dao hearts. However, even so, it was remarkably easy to instill fear of him among these strong, resilient-hearted prodigies.

Because he was...

...too powerful.

His approach was remarkably simple.

If words failed to instill fear in his opponent, then force would be employed.

"How many years has it been? I don't even know how long it's been since I last made a move."

The Demon Lord offered a faint smile, appearing like an ordinary young man devoid of any grandmasterly aura. He spoke softly, "As early as three hundred and seventy-two years ago, I practically sealed my fist and retired from the Jianghu."

"The Jianghu, you say?"

Di Qi stood firm, vaguely sensing strong winds whistling around him.

"The Jianghu, that must be a splendid world, full of brilliance and yearning. Countless martial arts, countless systems, countless cultivation techniques—all inspire longing and aspiration."

Though they were clearly on an old, decaying street, at that moment, an impression was given as if...

...these two, in their confrontation, were two grandmasters of martial arts engaged in a decisive battle atop a Jianghu cliff, emanating an ethereal, profound martial arts atmosphere.

"Indeed," the Demon Lord smiled, "dressed in fine clothes, riding spirited horses, and wielding swords as we roam the Jianghu—we are pure martial artists. The fist and foot techniques within our martial arts have reached their absolute pinnacle."

Those nearby, even the arriving supreme gods, were utterly astounded.

This civilization called their cultivation methods "martial arts"? The kind of fist and foot techniques reliant on physical strikes, from a primitive planet's cold weapon era?

"But... but how could martial arts possibly reach such a level?!" Someone felt a deep sense of dread.

"Their world is the Jianghu?"

"Crude, primitive martial arts—is this the peak level a civilization can reach? Entering an ultimate cosmic civilization, standing in high-dimensional spacetime?" A supreme god of law rushed over, his face etched with astonishment.

"Indeed."

The Demon Lord looked at them. "We have always followed a single path, from beginning to end. My fist techniques have already transcended the level of generalized physical martial arts."

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back. "Since it must come to this method to instill fear in you, then there is no other recourse."

"Moon in Heart."

He delivered a soft punch.

It felt soft and boneless, without any disturbance or astonishing energy fluctuations.

Just a single punch.

*Thud.*

Di Qi's entire body burst open inch by inch, instantly turning into a bloody mess.

He slumped to the ground, his flesh, blood, and tissues rapidly disintegrating. His entire body looked as if it had been thrown into a pressure cooker and stewed for thirty hours, a putrid, high-temperature aura emanating from its decay.

"What a pity."

The Demon Lord turned away, a flicker of regret crossing his face. He said indifferently, "Having never cultivated martial arts, he had no means to resist. Other systems, cultivation methods, or abilities are simply like undefended paper; they stand no chance."

Witnessing this, everyone was utterly horrified.

He killed the opponent in an instant?

What kind of civilization system was this? It was unbelievably bizarre, seemingly capable of directly shattering one's essence, with no cultivation method able to resist it.

"Do you wish to learn?"

The Demon Lord looked around and smiled, "I can teach you. Yes, by observing me and becoming me, you can naturally possess my power."

"Yes, seekers of the Dao, living only for a day, are well aware of my terror. Yet, many possess devout hearts and, without hesitation, still wish to experience this ultimate power," he chuckled.

But the very next second.

Di Qi slowly rose, his expression shifting to one of profound gravity. "Indeed," he said, "could you teach me?"

"You're still alive?"

The Demon Lord turned around, surprised.

To him, this seemed rather eerie.

His strike had been terrifying, a life-ending blow at the quantum level, akin to a dimensional assault. No flesh-and-blood creature should have been able to withstand it.

His attack was a quantum fluctuation, akin to stirring into a mass of perfectly intact cells, churning the enemy's entire physical structure of flesh and blood until it boiled like water, becoming a chaotic, seething broth of gore.

Those who did not cultivate quantum martial arts were utterly incapable of resisting it, or even perceiving the trajectory of his attack.

The Demon Lord had also acquired considerable knowledge from this land, learning about technological civilizations and their martial arts concepts, and naturally understood quantum entanglement and quantum uncertainty.

"So that's it—a recovery ability of such terrifying magnitude?"

The Demon Lord's gaze became utterly grave as he meticulously examined the mysterious entity before him. "Logically, my attack inflicts lethal damage that even powerful regenerative abilities should struggle to reverse. Yet, you are still able to recover, which demonstrates the terrifying speed of your recuperation."

Di Qi spoke softly, "There was simply no time to react; it was unbelievably swift. It felt as though it struck all at once, without any discernible attack trajectory or impact sensation. It's as if our worlds exist on different planes."

"This attack indeed significantly depletes and suppresses regenerative power. With such terrifying destructive force, it would only take roughly another seventeen hundred fatal blows to completely kill me. Truly, a terrifying unknown civilization that has made me feel the fear of death."