Chapter 227: Destroy It! Let This Monarch Annihilate the World!
Behind the mountain range, in a flat area surrounded by countless peaks, lay the Yuena family's martial training grounds—used by the younger generation for combat practice.
Now, the entire arena was filled with Title Douluo.
In the middle of the clearing stood a woman in a black coat, wearing a mask. Her demeanor was calm and composed as she slowly approached Yuanen Zhentian and Chen Xinjie.
"Patriarch, Your Excellency~" she greeted respectfully.
This woman was none other than Yuanen Tiandang's wife—Ye Hui!
Yuanen Zhentian's eyes showed deep complexity; it could be said that because of her, he had nearly lost his son.
But a martial soul is bound by fate—he couldn't blame her entirely.
"Father~"
Yuanen Tiandang's body trembled slightly. Even though they were surrounded by countless powerful experts and two elders, the matter still involved his wife. This was not something that could be resolved with absolute certainty.
"Enough. Begin!"
As Chen Xinjie's voice fell, Ye Hui gently shook her head toward Yuanen Tiandang. The warmth in her eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, pure purple hue.
Soul Devour and Spirit Seizure!
A shadow rose behind her—a winged, horned entity clothed in darkness.
Martial Soul: Fallen Angel!
In the next instant, the Fallen Angel itself revealed a strange expression and dove directly into Ye Hui's body.
A scream—not human—escaped her lips as massive black wings burst open behind her. Amid agonizing cries, two curved horns broke through her forehead.
"Darkness descends; only through fall can one find freedom!"
"Awaken!"
A chilling, maddened consciousness was born. The space around them filled with bloody, murderous, frenzied energy—hatred, fear, and insanity enveloping everything.
The entire world seemed to freeze.
"Ye Hui!"
Yuanen Zhentian pressed his trembling son's shoulder, his voice solemn: "Be still. Only by ending the Demon Plane completely can the two of you truly be together. Tiandang, think of your daughter!"
At the mention of his daughter, Yuanen Tiandang finally calmed, though his eyes still showed deep worry.
"If anything happens to my wife… I'll grind you to ashes!"
The eight soul rings surrounding him turned black and violet.
Ye Hui's gaze was filled with killing intent and bloodlust.
"The darkness shall come, and only by falling will we be free!" Her voice was low and eerie as strange sigils filled the air.
Her eight soul rings lit up at once, and a ninth was suddenly born.
Ninth Soul Skill: Demon Channel!
Her ninth ring flared, and a vast black-purple magic array appeared across the arena floor. From an abyssal void, under Ye Hui's murmuring, a shimmering gate of purple and black light rose.
The Gate to the Demon Realm!
Originally only three meters tall, the Demon Gate grew, resisted by the laws of the world around it—but ultimately, it stabilized.
Though the world's laws tried to repel it, the gate's radiance countered them fully.
Moments later, it towered twenty meters high.
"Her cultivation is still rising!"
The assembled Title Douluo stared in awe as Ye Hui's aura rose—steadily climbing, from an early Title Douluo to the power of a Level 95 Super Douluo.
Everyone was stunned.
"My God~ I've trained for over ten years, and she just opened a door and surpassed me. How unfair!"
"Evil—no, blessed soul masters like her are just too lucky."
Her soul power kept growing. She might not stop even at Super Douluo.
"Will she reach Limit Douluo?" murmured someone.
Although forcibly elevated, reaching such a level was still incredible. Many could only dream of it in a lifetime.
The Demon Plane, in its attempt to stabilize the gate, poured its remaining power into Ye Hui, recognizing her as its vessel.
But its energy was limited.
She stopped at Level 96.
The massive black-purple gate stabilized, fifteen meters tall and twenty wide.
From the other side came a deep, enchanting voice, filled with magic and temptation:
"My child, my messenger—you've done well. You've opened the path to our realm. You shall lead your people to a new world. Come, let us fall, be free, destroy together! Forward, my demon legion!"
By now, Ye Hui had fully transformed into a true demon, glowing with a regal purple-gold light.
"As your Monarch, I bestow upon you the Royal Bloodline of Violet Gold, to honor your achievements. All devoured life force shall partly be yours. When we conquer this world, you shall be my sovereign within it!"
As that voice echoed, her ninth soul ring glowed again.
The other eight black-purple soul rings followed.
Two Demon Gates rose beside the first, then four, six—until finally, nine full Demon Gates stood.
The Demon Plane's determination to invade the Douluo Plane could no longer be questioned.
"Descend, my Demon Legion!"
The first to leap through the gates was a Hellhound, roaring madly as it tasted the dense Douluo aura.
Countless demons followed—Hellhounds, towering demon giants walking upright, winged beasts, fiery imps, and more—an endless tide of shadows.
The sky darkened beneath their numbers.
Then, an immensely powerful aura emerged, pressing down on every Title Douluo present.
"Hmph!"
Chen Xinjie snorted, releasing an invisible ripple that swept through the crowd, dispersing the suffocating negative energy invading their hearts.
The nine Demon Gates merged into one, forming a single, titanic gateway a hundred meters tall.
From within stepped a being with the power of a demigod—
The Demon Monarch, Alba!
"Hahaha! A new world—your demons have come!"
"I, Your Monarch, bring slaughter, devouring, and terror! Tremble, new world!"
But before his laughter could echo, an explosion roared through the air.
"Titan Divine Fist!"
The Demon Monarch Alba saw a star flash above.
In that instant, he sensed a terrifying divine aura bloom.
"No… how could there be a god in this world?!"
Alba froze in horror.
"Run! Run now!"
"No! I want to go home!"
(END CHAPTER)
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