Chapter 317 - 308: Oops, I Accidentally Crushed Your Scorpion Lord to Death

Chapter 317: Chapter 308: Oops, I Accidentally Crushed Your Scorpion Lord to Death

With that, Fu Juemin casually strolled forward.

Mu Tingzhou was obedient enough to release his tight grip on Fu Juemin’s thigh.

Having mastered both the Pharmacist Master Glaze and Dragon Elephant Wisdom techniques to Perfection, Fu Juemin’s martial strength had reached an unfathomable level, even though his Martial Dao Realm was still at the Gratitude Heart Sensing Realm.

Within the Glazed Light Buddha Country, formed from the fusion of two types of True Gang, the air trembled at a strange frequency. Glazed Buddha Light shone down, and the Dragon Elephant Sanskrit Sound echoed without end.

As Fu Juemin moved, it was as if a Pure Land accompanied him. Hazy apparitions of dragons and elephants, a rain of light, and flying celestials even began to manifest within the hall.

"KRAK KRAK—"

The four Martial Tributors, "frozen" within the Pure Land Domain, began to tremble violently. Complex, bizarre patterns spread across their bodies and faces, their eyes took on a faint blue glow, and beneath their skin, sharp, gleaming black carapaces began to break through...

"WHOOSH—"

Four cold, sinister Demon Fiend auras surged up within the hall. The four men entered their "Spirit Awakening" state almost simultaneously, instantly breaking free of the Glazed Light Buddha Country’s domain to attack Fu Juemin from all sides.

The apparitions of the Glazed Pure Land were momentarily suppressed.

Fu Juemin paused for a fraction of a second.

The next second—

"BOOM!!"

An intense white light erupted from the center of the hall, and a terrifying shockwave swept through the room like a hurricane!

Four figures shot backward like weeds uprooted in an explosion, sent flying haphazardly in every direction.

"THUMP THUMP THUMP—"

At the head of the hall, the father and son, Ning Yuan and Ning Yu, staggered back several steps, their faces pale as they stared at Fu Juemin in utter shock.

Their Ning Family’s Martial Tributors were all Martial Dao experts, each nearly on par with the likes of Hong Huan.

’The four of them joined forces, all in their "Spirit Awakening" state, yet they couldn’t even get near him?!’

"Mu Feng, is this what you’re relying on?"

After a moment of shock, Ning Yuan shot Fu Juemin a deep look before his gaze swept over Mu Feng below. A crazed, cruel grin spread across his grim face. "A pity. You’re far too stupid."

"Have you forgotten..."

"...this is the Ning Family’s estate!"

With that, Ning Yuan threw himself back against the wall and pressed down hard on two inconspicuous protrusions.

"KA-CHUNK—!"

Accompanied by a series of mechanical clicks and whirs, a section of the floor before the dais abruptly split open, revealing a deep, pitch-black hole.

"We beseech the Scorpion Lord!"

On the dais, Ning Yu roared, his handsome face alight with a long-lost look of anticipation and fanaticism.

The Ning Family Tributors on the floor immediately ceased their actions, quickly withdrew to the sides, and knelt on one knee. They chanted respectfully in low voices, "We beseech the Scorpion Lord!"

As they chanted in unison, two piercing points of eerie blue light suddenly flared to life in the depths of the hole.

"WHOOSH—"

It was followed by a thick, cold, fetid wind that gusted from the hole.

"SHH SHH SHH—"

Amidst a strange, dense, and unsettling skittering, a massive, ferocious, scorpion-like silhouette began to emerge from the hole.

"Hahaha..."

Standing at the front of the hall, Ning Yu roared with laughter. Ning Yuan also wore a cold smirk. The two of them turned in unison to look at the members of the Mu Family.

Yet, they saw that the members of the Mu Family, including Mu Feng, all appeared exceptionally calm and indifferent. The only exception was Mu Tingzhou, who had shrunk into a corner in terror, trembling with only half his rear end visible.

’They don’t seem to care in the slightest that our Scorpion Lord has appeared. In fact, is that a hint of... sympathy and pity in their eyes?!’

The atmosphere in the hall instantly turned bizarre. Amidst an indescribable silence, a soft voice suddenly spoke up.

"If you’d been this cooperative from the start, you wouldn’t have had to take that slap for nothing..."

Fu Juemin, standing in the center of the hall and facing the silhouette in the opening, sighed softly and snapped his fingers.

"SNAP!"

At the sound of the snap, every door and window in the hall slammed shut!

Ning Yu’s laughter died in his throat.

Immediately after, a bewitching orange light bloomed in the reflection of the Ning father and son’s eyes—

As this orange glow intensified, an indescribably scorching and terrifying aura expanded rapidly through the hall like an inflating balloon, enveloping everything in an instant.

When Fu Juemin completed his transformation, fully activating his Flame Monarch form, the smiles on the Ning father and son’s faces froze. The six kneeling Martial Tributors at the side of the room became rigid, and even the "SHH SHH" sound from the hole abruptly ceased.

Everyone tilted their heads back, staring blankly at the ferocious figure that stood over four meters tall, radiating an aura of absolute tyranny and evil. Their minds went completely blank.

In that instant, time itself seemed to freeze.

Until—

"SHREEE!"

A dazzling, cold light, like the sudden appearance of the morning star, abruptly flared from within the dark hole, forcing everyone to instinctively shut their eyes and turn away.

When the light faded and their vision returned.

In the center of the hall, Fu Juemin, in his Flame Monarch form, had his hands clasped tightly. The four Fire Centipede legs on his back were crossed before him.

He was in a defensive stance, his appendages clamped tightly around an immensely thick and long, black Scorpion Tail.

The tip of the Scorpion Tail was less than ten centimeters from Fu Juemin’s chest, a point of chilling blue light at its end pulsing like the morning star.

Its strike foiled, the Scorpion Tail strained taut in Fu Juemin’s grip, emitting sharp cracking sounds.

Everyone could clearly see that at the edge of the hole, the giant scorpion silhouette attached to the tail was desperately trying to retreat.

"HUUU—"

Fu Juemin let out a slow breath. His four Fire Centipede legs unfurled gracefully, and his dark golden eyes fell upon the scorpion silhouette.

He smiled faintly and spoke in a low voice, "Thinking of running now?

Too late."

With that, he tightened his grip with both hands and viciously yanked the Scorpion Tail upward!

"BOOM!"

In that instant, the floor of the Ning Family’s hall simply exploded!

...

「Fifteen minutes later.」

"HISSS—"

With a final, piercing shriek, "BOOM!"

The massive, scorpion-like silhouette exploded violently in the center of the hall!

The nauseating blood was instantly vaporized by a wave of heat, filling the sealed hall with a thick, revolting stench.

Wreathed in orange flames, Fu Juemin stood in the center of the hall. The viscous, pale blue Demon Blood of the Scorpion Demon trickled down his hands and his four Fire Centipede legs, dripping onto the wreckage-strewn floor to form bizarre, winding rivulets of blue.

"HUUU—"

Fu Juemin exhaled a long, slow breath. The scorching air rose, causing the chandelier hanging from the ceiling overhead to crackle and pop.

He looked down at the pieces of the Scorpion Demon’s corpse, torn apart and scattered everywhere, then glanced at the Ning father and son nearby. They were stunned into statues, as if their very souls had been ripped out. He couldn’t help but let out a soft "Ah."

"My apologies."

Orange-red flames licked across Fu Juemin’s palms, quickly searing away the residual Demon Blood between his fingers.

Still in his Flame Monarch form, Fu Juemin strolled forward, nonchalantly examining his own hands. "I seem to have accidentally crushed your Scorpion Lord to death.

How about this..."

Fu Juemin stopped cleaning his hands and leaned down, bringing his bewitching, demonic face close to Ning Yuan’s. He smiled and said, "From this day forward, how about the Ning Family switches to a new master to serve?"

"Urk... urk..."

Ning Yuan opened and closed his mouth, but it was as if a rock was lodged in his throat. His entire body was rigid; he couldn’t form words, and he could barely even breathe.

Seeing his reaction, Fu Juemin just smiled and straightened back up.

"GASP!"

The next moment, Ning Yuan collapsed onto the floor, gasping for great lungfuls of air. His expression remained dazed, as he clearly hadn’t recovered from the immense shock.

Beside him, Ning Yu had been scared witless long ago. He was frozen in place, looking completely crestfallen.

As for the six remaining Ning Family Martial Tributors, their faces were masks of shock so profound it had become numbness.

"KRAK KRAK KRAK—"

Fu Juemin reverted from his Flame Monarch form, returning to his original appearance as a handsome, noble Young Master.

He stood naked amidst the filth and the chunks of the Scorpion Demon’s corpse. His unnaturally fair, slender, and perfect body formed a stark contrast with the foul, bloody wreckage surrounding him.

Mu Feng trotted over like a loyal old servant, carrying a brand-new robe that he had prepared in advance. He personally attended to Fu Juemin, helping him dress.

His posture was humble as he focused on meticulously fastening each button.

His reverence for Fu Juemin had clearly risen to a whole new level.

This was the second time he had witnessed Fu Juemin’s Flame Monarch "true form," and it was no less shocking.

But this time, beyond the shock, there was an incomparable sense of satisfaction. ’It’s only right that others experience what I’ve been through.’ What’s more, this time, the Spirit Lord was fighting on behalf of his Mu Family!

After smoothing out the last crease in Fu Juemin’s robe, Mu Feng glanced at the distant Ning father and son and couldn’t help but whisper, "Spirit Lord, based on my understanding of this father and son, the Ninggu Clan will be difficult to bring to heel. Should we..."

Mu Feng made a chopping motion with his hand, a vicious glint in his eyes as he mimed a beheading.

"You want them dead that badly?"

Fu Juemin glanced at him, amused.

Mu Feng hastily lowered his head. "I wouldn’t dare! I am merely concerned they might let word of this slip out, which could ruin the Spirit Lord’s great plan!"

"Try to persuade them first. If they refuse to listen, we’ll discuss it then..."

Fu Juemin said casually, patting Mu Feng on the shoulder. "I’ll leave this matter to you."

"Yes."

Mu Feng replied respectfully.

Fu Juemin went around and placed a Five Poison Life and Death Talisman on every member of the Ning Family. As they began to suffer under the torment of the Five Poison True Gang, he left everything in Mu Feng’s hands, pulled open the great doors of the hall, and strode out.