Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 296: Chapter 295: Ephemeral as the Bloom of a Night-Blooming Cereus!

“No… no…”

The people of God-Slaying Pavilion all shook their heads, watching as Su Yunming kowtowed forcefully, a deep sense of powerlessness rising from their hearts.

They had annihilated the Blood Demon Sect and the Sect of True Martial Arts, and even planned to strike the Flowing Snow Sect after Su Han returned.

From the moment they had joined the God-Slaying Pavilion, everything had gone smoothly; they always felt that even if the sky fell, there would be the Pavilion Master and others to hold it up.

But at this moment, they finally understood the importance of cultivation base.

In a world where strength is revered, if one wanted to protect their dignity from being trampled upon and to live safely, the only way was to master a higher cultivation base!

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“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The entire scene was silent, save for the sound of Su Yunming’s incessant kowtowing.

Each impact, like a clap of thunder, echoed in the ears of the God-Slaying Pavilion’s people, making their spirits roar and tremble incessantly.

They were standing, yet their legs felt weak, their whole bodies powerless, as if they were nothing more than slabs of meat.

“It’s still not loud enough.”

The silhouette of the middle-aged man flickered and suddenly appeared in front of Su Yunming, grabbing his head and smashing it viciously against the ground.

For a moment, Su Yunming instinctively wanted to strike back, but he immediately suppressed this thought because behind him, there were many God-Slaying Pavilion disciples who needed to survive.

These people were both Su Han’s and his lifeblood.

“Bang!”

Su Yunming’s head was held down, and his forehead was brutally struck against a stone, immediately causing fresh red blood to flow and a sharp pain to emanate from between his brows.

At this moment, Su Yunming was not using his cultivation base.

Because he knew that if he used his cultivation base, his kowtowing would have no meaning, and the middle-aged man and others would certainly feel the same way.

“Again!”

The middle-aged man barked out, once again pressing down on Su Yunming’s head and striking it down.

“Bang!”

The sound was much louder, and Su Yunming’s forehead was now completely broken open, exposing bone.

That kind of pain, without the use of cultivation base and unbearable for an ordinary person, was also unbearable for Su Yunming.

But he had to endure it. The only thought in his mind was that, no matter how intense the agony he suffered, he had to bear it and not let the enemy strike at the people of the God-Slaying Pavilion again.

“You sure can endure it.”

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and the corner of his mouth suddenly curled into a wicked smile.

“Make them all kneel.”

With his forehead a bloody mess, Su Yunming turned slightly, and said gravely, “Disciples of the God-Slaying Pavilion, upon my command, all kneel down!”

“Deputy Pavilion Master…”

Liuyun and others were unwilling; looking at the wound on Su Yunming’s forehead, the feelings in their hearts were truly indescribable with words.

“Kneel down!” Su Yunming shouted.

“YES!!!”

At this moment, all of God-Slaying Pavilion responded with a roar, and they all knelt down on the ground.

If Su Yunming had already knelt, what dignity was there left for them?

Everyone knew that Su Yunming was enduring such humiliation and pain for one purpose only: to keep them alive.

If they cared about their so-called dignity at this moment, they would truly be sorry for everything Su Yunming had endured.

“It seems you’re not so tough after all.”

The middle-aged man’s gaze swept over the members of the God-Slaying Pavilion, suddenly fixing on Xiao Yuran and Xiao Yuhui.

“You two, come here,” the middle-aged man said.

The two were stunned and saw Su Yunming remain silent, and their figures too were motionless.

“Let them come over.”

The middle-aged man slapped Su Yunming across the face with a smack, immediately leaving a swollen red handprint.

But Su Yunming remained silent.

From the expression on the middle-aged man’s face, he could vaguely sense what the man was thinking.

“Whoosh!”

A streak of golden light suddenly appeared, which was a golden longsword.

This longsword was held against Su Yunming’s neck, seemingly ready to sever his head.

“Stop!”

Xiao Yuran was moved, her pretty face turning pale as she hurriedly stood up and said, “I’ll go over.”

Xiao Yuhui also stood up, and the two slowly walked towards the middle-aged man.

“Take off your clothes,” the middle-aged man said, looking at them with a lecherous grin.

“Hahaha…”

Upon hearing this, the people from the other super sects all revealed a glint in their eyes and burst into loud laughter.

It had to be said that both Xiao Yuhui and Xiao Yuran were extremely beautiful, each with their own unique features, yet they also shared some similarities, arousing the curiosity of many men present.

However, upon hearing this command, Xiao Yuhui and Xiao Yuran both turned pale instantaneously, involuntarily taking a step back.

“Dare to step back?”

The middle-aged man exerted a bit more force, and the golden longsword drew a vivid trail of blood across Su Yunming’s neck.

“Come over here obediently and strip, or else, I will kill him,” the middle-aged man said.

“Sword Demon, they are just two young girls; there’s no need for such threats, right?”

Someone from Giant Island spoke out, sounding somewhat displeased, but his gaze was still constantly moving over Xiao Yuhui and Xiao Yuran.

“Rulin, don’t you like young girls the most? You can choose one as a gift from me, how about that?” the middle-aged man said with a smile, revealing himself to be the ‘Sword Demon’ referred to by Rulin.

“Haha, that would naturally be great, but this shouldn’t count as a favor,” Rulin laughed out loud and flew towards them.

Sword Demon did not pay attention to him but looked again at Xiao Yuhui and Xiao Yuran.

“I’ll give you three seconds to undress, or I’ll kill him. The countdown starts now, three…”

Xiao Yuhui’s expression turned icy cold, while Xiao Yuran’s pretty face paled, her head shaking continuously.

“Whoosh!”

Just then, a figure suddenly surged forward, and the moment he did so, a pitch-black long knife appeared, slashing straight down at Sword Demon.

“Deputy Pavilion Master!”

The members of the God-Slaying Pavilion shouted.

“You dare to strike me?”

Sword Demon’s eyes were chilling as his figure rapidly retreated, while simultaneously, his golden longsword slashed down, colliding with the long knife.

The one who made the move was Su Yunming!

“You asked me to kneel, and I did. You asked me to kowtow, and I complied. But now, I finally understand, I was deluding myself.”

Su Yunming’s expression was icy cold, his killing intent immense.

“They were right; all my hopes have been utterly dashed. No matter how I try to please you, you’ll never let them go. In that case… we might as well be ephemeral blossoms, at least before death, we can still bloom!”

“Boom!”

The longsword and long knife collided, sending a tremendous roar echoing.

Su Yunming spat out a mouthful of blood, blown back by the force.

After all, he was no match for Sword Demon; he was merely at the early stage of the Dragon God Realm and couldn’t overcome Sword Demon, who was genuinely at the peak of the Dragon God Realm.