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"Although this incident has ended, Hong Jiuxiang suffered such a major loss and will certainly not let it go, we need to be more vigilant." In a room under the Demon Suppression Tower, Li Daoxuan was having a conversation with Wang Xindong.

Wang Xindong was listening very seriously.

Suddenly, he heard a loud noise, looked up, and saw black smoke billowing from the Demon Suppression Tower in the square.

"What's going on!?" Wang Xindong's eyebrows twitched fiercely, "Is it a disturbance in the earth's veins? But even a disturbance shouldn't cause this."

"It must be caused by a large number of demonic spirits and shadowy creatures breaking their seals," Li Daoxuan also looked up, but his voice was much calmer.

"Just after becoming the Tower Master, and such a big incident occurs."

"Should we lend a hand?" Wang Xindong said anxiously, "So many demons, it's hard to deal with."

"Don't worry," Li Daoxuan smiled, shifting his gaze away from the Demon Suppression Tower and said calmly, "He can solve these problems."

"What we should worry about is not him, but the demons inside the Demon Suppression Tower… let him deal with it."

"Really?" Wang Xindong mulled over these words, unable to hide his shock.

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The fifth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.

Li Xunhao was playing with two centipedes inside a box using a bamboo flute.

Each centipede was as thick as an adult's arm and over a meter long, their backs covered with densely packed poison pores.

Ordinary people would be scared speechless by such a sight.

But Li Xunhao's face was filled with joy.

"Just a bit more, and I will be able to cultivate a perfect poison that can restrain Fierce-level demons," Li Xunhao hissed with laughter, "Soon, it won't take long."

He took out two strands of blue-purple poison weeds from his bosom, tore them up, and placed them in the box in front of him.

However, the two centipedes acted as if they saw nothing.

Hissing noises emitted from them.

Then they waved their spiny legs, shaking their heads and crawled out of the box, drilling into a crack in the corner of the wall.

Seeing this extremely abnormal scene,

Li Xunhao was stunned for a moment, then he lifted his head, and felt intense vibrations.

"Damn it!" His face turned pale, "This commotion, this commotion is clearly the result of a large number of demons escaping confinement, and it's on the seventh floor."

"Damn!"

Li Xunhao became a bit flustered.

He clenched his fists, stood up, looked around, and his gaze finally rested on Zhao Zongwu not far away.

He felt in a dilemma, as recklessly heading to the seventh floor without caution could end with a fate of bones left unburied.

And if he acted as if nothing had happened,

With such a serious incident occurring, how could he pretend nothing happened!

While Li Xunhao was frowning and in a quandary, a faint red light flickered in the unique eye on Zhao Zongwu's forehead.

He reached out to the weapon rack beside him, grabbed a huge and heavy bronze mace, held it in his hand, tensed his muscles, and without any hesitation, he headed toward the seventh floor.

"Damn it, damn!"

Li Xunhao stomped his feet and shouted, "Old Zhao, wait for me!"

He jogged to keep up; Zhao Zongwu might have a bad temper, but in a real crisis, his company was very reassuring.

But as for the new Tower Master,

He seemed to be of a composed and steady character, so why would he cause such an incident.

Li Xunhao couldn't understand, but since the seventh floor was not far from here, it was the reason for deliberately placing the elders' residences on the fifth floor, for the convenience of handling emergencies quickly. Once they reached the seventh floor, all the answers would be revealed.

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The seventh floor.

A multitude of demons broke free, their aura materializing into substance, like black smoke billowing, creating a terrible sight of demons dancing chaotically.

Miss Bai turned around, her face filled with confusion, and a hint of grievance.

Her bright, gleaming sword pointed at Su Heng.

"What are you doing?" Su Heng asked.

"Why have you released all the demons?" Miss Bai asked, "Was it an accident, or on purpose?"

...It was intentionally accidental.

Su Heng thought.

As the saying goes, a new official makes his mark with three strokes of authority.

Since Li Daoxuan had specifically instructed him that as long as he didn't let the demons out of the Demon Suppression Tower, he could do as he pleased inside.

So Su Heng didn't care anymore.

These pieces of food actually dared to be arrogant in front of him, speaking insolently.

Su Heng didn't indulge them, the seventh floor's demons were indeed too numerous, and it was about time for a good slaughter.

Su Heng reached out and grabbed Miss Bai's collar.

He lifted her with one hand like a doll and placed her behind him.

Taking a step forward, the Ghost-Seer's Sorrow he carried on his back was unleashed, and the exaggeratedly shaped huge blade was now held in Su Heng's hand.

His body swelled, and his eyes emitted a faint red glow.

Behind him,

Miss Bai watched Su Heng's silhouette.

Such a tall and sturdy figure, like a high wall, instantly separated her from the demons, and that frenzied, cold aura also disappeared.

"Can he really deal with so many demons on the seventh floor all by himself?" Miss Bai felt that her thought was somewhat fanciful.

In front of Su Heng, the demons also realized that Su Heng was blocking the exit.

To leave, they needed to take him down.

"Kill him!" screamed the bandage-wrapped demon servant, "Just kill him, and we can get out of the Demon Suppression Tower."

Having said that, he charged at Su Heng in the lead.

"Hiss..."

Su Heng took a deep breath, his chest expanding.

Blood vessels exploded in his eyes, and he gradually began to get excited.

With a sweep of the Ghost-Seer's Sorrow, a shriek sounded, leaving behind a bloody arc that cut the bandage-wrapped demon servant's body in half.

Not much blood flowed out.

Underneath the bandages, countless blood vessels grew, and the two halves of the body quickly healed.

"Useless!" shrieked the bandage-wrapped demon servant, "I am immortal, you can't kill me."

He cackled strangely, opening his wide mouth, filled with yellowed, sharp teeth like a shark's, and lunged at Su Heng's throat like a beast.

"Can't be killed!?"

Su Heng spread his five fingers, blasted the air, and grabbed the demon servant's head in his hand.

"Just some lingering demon remnants clinging on, and you really think you're invincible?" Su Heng sneered and slammed it against the left wall.

Boom!

The wall violently shook.

A massive hole over two meters in diameter appeared beside Su Heng.

At the center of the hole, the demon's entire head burst open like a rotten watermelon, with blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.

Its broken body was still struggling to heal.

But a surge of icy energy quickly poured in, instantly freezing its body and turning it into a terrifying specimen.

Su Heng continued moving forward, taking a step out.

Inside the Demon Suppression Tower, a multitude of demons stopped in their tracks, their frenzy gradually subsiding as they looked at Su Heng with apprehension.

"Don't be afraid!" the venomous old man shrieked sinisterly, "he's just one man."

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The ground trembled slightly.

A huge meatball charged through the figures on either side, barreling towards Su Heng.

With a purple-black body and a catfish-like gaping mouth, it was the ink catfish that they had seen before. Its body swelled again, charging with an unstoppable formidable aura, even causing Su Heng's expression to grow solemn.

He slightly spread his legs apart, lowering his center of gravity.

Power surged from his feet.

A dragon-like strength traveled through his spine, up his back, and eventually concentrated into his pitch-black iron fist.

Boom!

Su Heng punched forward.

The fierce power compressed the air, creating a conical shockwave.

The catfish demon's body paused, its abdomen caving in severely as it let out an agonized howl from its tentacled mouth.

It shook uncontrollably, swelling and tearing apart.

Pupu pupu!

Blood spurted from its eyes and nostrils.

In the end, its entire body, like an overinflated balloon, burst apart, spattering chunks of blood and flesh across every corner of the Demon Suppression Tower.

"Hahaha!" Su Heng, covered in blood, roared, "Kill!"

Dreadful sweeps, iron fists slammed down.

His bodily strength burned like smoke, wafting around him.

Wherever Su Heng passed, a gale of blood and carnage followed; no demon could stop him.

In just the blink of an eye, the once chaotic Demon Suppression Tower quieted down, a thick layer of blood almost deep enough to cover the ankles squelched underfoot.

The venomous old man's face was filled with horror.

He furrowed his brows tightly, losing his prior sinister composure. Continue your adventure on m-vl-em-py-r

He turned and ran towards the cell that had once imprisoned him, now somewhat regretting his provocative words.

This guy...

He's simply a madman, acting without any consideration.

And his strength is terrifyingly formidable.

Whoosh!

A large hand, fingers spread wide, materialized out of nowhere and grasped the venomous old man's head.

"I certainly haven't forgotten about you, where do you think you're running off to," Su Heng lowered his head, his mouth twisted into an exaggerated smile, his face carrying a grotesque grin

The venomous old man's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Your vitality seems quite tenacious, good, that means you can die a bit more painfully."

Su Heng muttered softly.

He planted the Ghost-Faced Sorrow into the floor, then grasped the arms of the Poison Elder with both hands.

It took just a few moments to rip the Poison Elder's arms and legs from his body, and then with his fingers spread wide, he balled the mutilated torso into a lump of flesh.

Bang!

Su Heng slammed his palm down.

Accompanied by a scream, the Poison Elder made intimate contact with the wall.

In the midst of the roaring blast, the Poison Elder exploded with a bang, leaving behind only a few scraps of blood and flesh still sticking to the indented wall.

"Huff..."

With the Poison Elder's death, there were no more demons in the hallway outside.

Some demons took advantage of the chaos to slip back into their own cells, as obedient as children.

There were even some demons who chose not to flee despite Su Heng opening their cells willingly; instead, they continued to stay motionless within the prison.

"Why don't you run?"

Gazing into the red figure in the cell, Su Heng spoke with a touch of regret, "If you had tried to escape, I could have eaten you."

Li Hongxiu lifted her head, her complexion pale and her eyes a deep black.

She stared at Su Heng for a long while before saying, "Thank you."

"Hm?"

Looking at Su Heng's puzzled face, Li Hongxiu said softly, "Thank you for sparing the lives of the girls from the Red Building."

It was only later that she learned from Li Daoxuan that, although the Red Building was destroyed,

the people inside were all still alive.

Upon further reflection, she recalled that when Su Heng entered the Red Building,

the sisters had tried to stop him, and if he'd been just a bit more merciless, none would have survived.

"Heh," Su Heng scoffed coldly. "You think by flattering me, I'll spare you?"

"I deserve to be punished," Li Hongxiu said calmly.

She buried her head back between her knees, curling her body into a ball, and stopped speaking.

As for these creatures, Su Heng couldn't be bothered with them any longer. Using the Token, he activated the Formation to seal the prison again.

He then summoned a large number of fungi, transforming the fresh blood and rotten flesh into Flesh Genghis Khan.

As for the remaining scraps of flesh...

"Transport these things to the Tower Master's room," Su Heng instructed, patting Miss Bai on the shoulder.

Clang!

Miss Bai's gaze was vacant.

Her longsword wasn't held firmly and dropped to the ground, emitting a crisp sound.

He walked downstairs, heading toward the living area on the fifth level.

On his way, he happened to meet Zhao Zongwu and Li Xunhao. Without greeting them, Su Heng left directly.

Leaving the two exchanging confused glances.

"What's going on?" Li Xunhao was completely baffled. Subconsciously, he continued forward and arrived at the seventh level.

A pungent smell of blood hit him; the hallway was littered with blood and severed limbs, and the demons in the cells were all shivering.

Li Xunhao swallowed hard and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Only then did he confirm he wasn't seeing things.

"Damn, that's badass! This time we've really got a living King Yan on our hands," Li Xunhao exclaimed excitedly, hopping on the spot, unable to resist clenching his fists.