Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 666: Who Dares to Come!?

Ting Lake is the largest inland lake within Beijing.

Vast and misty, its waters span two hundred square kilometers, reflecting the sunlight and giving rise to steam and rosy clouds, akin to a fairyland.

In the middle of Ting Lake lies an isolated island of over thirty square kilometers. It is covered in clusters of mountains, each with distinct features. Upon the highest peak sits an ancient-style villa.

This is the Ting Lake Villa.

Here resides the Zhao family, a Martial Dao lineage that has persisted for over a thousand years.

Originally, the Ting Lake Villa was visible to outsiders and considered a rather fine scenic spot. Although ordinary people could not truly enter, many tourists still stopped by the lakeside to gaze from afar and take photographs as souvenirs.

However, starting two years ago, a dense white fog suddenly enveloped the entire Ting Lake, rendering it completely inaccessible to common folk.

This being Zhao family territory, no one dared to investigate rashly.

Gradually, the number of visitors dwindled significantly.

By now, Ting Lake had become a place scarcely trodden by human feet.

Inside Ting Lake Villa, Zhao Yuyang was sculpting. He appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old, incredibly young, his handsomeness bordering on the demonic.

The object of his craftsmanship was a small bone, delicate and exquisite, resembling that of some small animal. Under the meticulous work of his carving knife, it was taking on an even more refined shape.

Yet, surrounding him were heaps of white bones, unmistakably human upon closer inspection.

Standing beside Zhao Yuyang was Book Saint Zhao Guanlan, whose brow furrowed slightly at the sight.

Despite having witnessed many similar scenes over the past two years, he could never truly acclimate to such macabre acts. Each time, he felt a wave of nausea.

"UGH!!"

A maidservant vomited. She was new, having only recently joined the Zhao household, and this was her first time witnessing Zhao Yuyang sculpt.

The sight of scattered human bones had already filled her with extreme terror and disgust; now, seeing Zhao Yuyang earnestly carving a human bone, she simply threw up.

Startled by her vomiting, the other three maidservants turned deathly pale but dared not utter a word. They merely looked at her with pity in their eyes.

"HMM?"

Zhao Yuyang let out a soft sound, his hands ceasing their movement. He looked up at the maidservant, not with anger, but pointed to the bone he was carving and said, "Little girl, do you know where this bone comes from?"

"I... I... I don't know!!" The maidservant burst into tears.

She had just turned eighteen. Pretty and a freshman at a major university in Beijing, she had merely been looking for a part-time job. Lured by the hourly wage of ten thousand offered by Ting Lake Villa, she had come, never imagining she was stepping into a living hell.

"So stupid. Why even bother living?" Zhao Yuyang frowned and, with a casual flick of his wrist, sent a chopstick flying like an arrow. It instantly pierced the maidservant's brow.

THUMP!

The eighteen-year-old girl collapsed, her eyes wide with terror, dying with them unclosed.

The remaining three maidservants shivered with fear.

Yet, they dared not make the slightest move, terrified of sharing the same fate. This man named Zhao Yuyang was truly horrifying.

"Guanlan, bring me that other carving knife," Zhao Yuyang said, wiping his hands with a snow-white towel. He spoke to Book Saint Zhao Guanlan as if commanding a servant.

"Yes, Master!" Zhao Guanlan bowed his head submissively, bending deeply, then took a new carving knife from a nearby table and respectfully offered it to Zhao Yuyang.

He appeared to be a benign and kind old man in his sixties or seventies, someone who should be a respected elder. However, in Zhao Yuyang's presence, he could only obey.

Zhao Yuyang is too powerful!

He far surpassed any Semi-Saint Zhao Guanlan had ever encountered. He even felt that not even a true Saint could compare to Zhao Yuyang.

Circumstances were stronger than he; he had no choice but to submit.

"Mm," Zhao Yuyang took the carving knife and continued to sculpt the bone in his hand. Soon, it took shape, revealing a miniature girl. He chuckled. "The bone quality of an eighteen-year-old girl is truly excellent. I was just worrying about running out of carving materials, and here's a fresh supply."

Pointing at the girl's corpse on the floor with the chopsticks, he said, "Drag this one away and dispose of it properly for me. Make sure nothing leaks out."

At the same time, a black Qi suddenly billowed from Zhao Yuyang's body.

WHOOSH!!

A sinister wind swept through the void, sending shivers down one's spine. Even Zhao Guanlan, a Semi-Saint of the Celestial Ranking, felt his hair stand on end.

Two bizarre creatures, shrouded in pitch-black mist, emerged from the black Qi around Zhao Yuyang. They resembled insects but had four arms and stood two meters tall.

Wherever they passed, the ground corroded.

What are these things? Since when did Zhao Yuyang possess such methods?

Zhao Guanlan was utterly shocked. He knew Zhao Yuyang was powerful but had never seen him summon these strange and terrifying beings.

Moreover!

These two beings, appearing out of thin air accompanied by the sinister wind, actually possessed power at the peak Innate level. Truly terrifying!

Zhao Yuyang... he... is he even human? Zhao Guanlan felt his limbs turn ice-cold, as if he had plunged into an icy abyss.

Two years ago, he had merely thought Zhao Yuyang had chanced upon an extraordinary demonic Martial Dao inheritance. Now, he wasn't even sure if Zhao Yuyang was still human!

At this moment, the two strange creatures had grabbed the girl's corpse and were dragging it outside.

BANG!

Suddenly, with a muffled sound, the carving desk in front of Zhao Yuyang shattered, dissolving into dust that scattered into the air. All the carvings on it fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

"Interesting, very interesting!!" Zhao Yuyang's face was as dark as water, his aura chillingly cold. Murderous intent flickered in his eyes as he said harshly, "Someone actually destroyed my Demonic Qi! True Demon Qi, actually vanquished by a human! Damn it!!"

In the Nine Nether Demon Realm, a True Demon was considered an upper-tier demon, second only to a Great Demon. The essence of their life was far superior to that of ordinary members of the Human Clan. Normally, it was nearly impossible for anyone below a Great Saint to eradicate True Demon Qi.

In this current Dharma-Ending Age, it's impossible for a Great Saint to act. Zhao Feng doesn't have the capability to provoke a Great Saint. It must be a Disciple of some Ancient Divine Sect wielding a secret treasure!

Zhao Yuyang extended his crimson tongue and licked his lips, sneering, "Since the materials have delivered themselves to my doorstep, I won't be polite! Guanlan, go to the Ting Lake Pavilion and wait for them. Whoever comes, kill them!"

Zhao Feng's Demonic Qi had been shattered, but his life was not endangered. Zhao Yuyang could sense these details, so he deduced that the adversary would surely come looking for them.

All he had to do was lie in wait.

The Ting Lake Pavilion was an ancient pavilion on the shore of Ting Lake. It was said to have been personally built by an ancestor of the Zhao family, and Ting Lake itself was named after this pavilion.

It was the only viable path into Ting Lake Mountain.

All other areas were shrouded in mist, a Formation set by Zhao Yuyang. Those below the Saint realm had no chance of entering. Even a Saint, unless at their peak, would find it difficult to break through the obstruction.

"Yes, Master."

Zhao Guanlan nodded and bowed respectfully, not daring to voice the slightest objection, nor even to ask for reasons. Every question he posed usually meant one of his blood relatives would die.

Then, he turned to leave, intending to head to the Ting Lake Pavilion outside.

HUM!!

Just then, the void trembled. The surrounding colors rapidly faded, and everything transformed into a monochrome scene sketched purely with lines!

Immediately after, layers of dazzling oil colors swept in, suddenly overwhelming Zhao Yuyang and Zhao Guanlan's vision, rendering everything grotesque as time and space themselves seemed to warp and distort!

Several figures appeared out of thin air, emerging from this dazzling mélange of colors and the distorted fabric of time and space.