Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate-Chapter 370: Accidental Massacre

"What?! A spatial skill?!" one of the top demon leaders shouted, his voice full of shock. He stared at Ying Luo like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

What kind of true dragon can use spatial techniques at the Transcendence realm? The thought raced through his head, and for a second, he honestly wondered if he was dreaming.

Mo Hao wasn't doing much better. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

A spatial ability?! he echoed in his mind, stunned.

This dragon actually has spatial powers... and she just wiped out a bunch of demons in seconds!

Even that poor Early-stage Transcendence realm demon didn't stand a chance…

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling up. Damn it, I messed up again. I thought she'd get stalled here, but her strength is way beyond what I expected.

Then, as he watched the aftermath, his eyes lit up again.

Still... she only killed one of the Early-stage Transcendence realm demons. That leaves plenty for me to take down and make myself look good.

With that little boost of confidence, he dashed toward the battlefield, ready to make his move.

...

In the middle of all the chaos, Ying Luo pulled back her claws, fresh from tearing through a huge chunk of the demon army. She let out a furious roar that shook the sky, then locked onto the remaining Transcendence realm demons in front of her—and charged.

The strongest demon among them had been planning to retreat. He wanted nothing to do with a direct fight against a true dragon.

But just then, Bo Luncang's voice echoed in their minds like a crashing wave.

"Listen up! A true dragon has appeared in the Western Ice Domain. The Demon Lord has spoken—capture it alive!"

The moment those words hit, every demon on the field froze. The air shifted. Retreat? Not anymore.

"The Demon Lord himself gave the order!" one of them shouted, half in awe, half in panic. "We have to take the true dragon alive!"

"Yeah, that means he already knows what she is," another one said quickly. "He wouldn't tell us to fight if he wasn't sure."

"Don't panic," a third chimed in. "She's only at the Late-stage Transcendence realm. If we work together, we can wear her down and take her."

They all gave each other a quick look, a silent agreement passing between them—then they charged at once, heading straight for Ying Luo.

ROAR!

Ying Luo's next roar shook the sky even harder. It was like a trumpet made of thunder, blasting through the battlefield. The sound alone knocked down dozens of weaker demons. Some didn't even get the chance to scream—they just dropped.

And then, in a flash, her massive silver body slammed into four Transcendence realm demons at once. The ground cracked. The air rippled. The battle had truly begun.

...

At the same time, Mo Hao slipped quietly into the demon army, hiding the aura of his true strength so well that he just seemed like any other weak human.

The demons were too focused on the true dragon to care about some random human. To them, Mo Hao looked weak—nothing more than a bug.

But once they saw Ying Luo locked in battle with the powerful Transcendence realm demons, a wave of relief swept through their ranks.

Finally, something was going their way.

They quickly turned their weapons on Mo Hao instead. Sure, they couldn't do anything to a true dragon, but this human? Easy target—or so they thought.

Mo Hao stepped forward with a smirk, standing tall like he owned the place. His aura flared to the level of a Dao Palace realm expert, and he opened his mouth to yell something dramatic.

"Filthy demons—"

But before he could finish his cool line, a deafening roar cracked through the air—ROAR!

It came from high above, where Ying Luo was still going wild. And then—

Boom!

Countless dragon claw shadows filled the sky, slashing down toward the four Transcendence realm demons she was fighting.

The demons scrambled to dodge, flailing and flying in all directions—and by pure bad luck, they ended up dragging the fight right over where Mo Hao was standing.

Within seconds, the sky above the demon army was raining down claw-shaped shadows, shimmering with raw power.

Woosh! Woosh!

Slash! Slash!

The demons near Mo Hao tried to defend themselves, but it was useless. The attacks didn't even tear their bodies apart—they just froze, wide-eyed, and dropped like stones.

It looked like nothing had touched them.

But their souls were gone.

Mo Hao stood there, stunned, as thousands of demons around him suddenly collapsed. One moment, they were surrounding him. The next—they were just... gone.

Snapping back to the moment, Mo Hao felt a mix of frustration and disappointment. His eyes, almost watery with how unfair it all seemed, stared at the battlefield where Ying Luo was still going all out.

"Dead... all of them? And I didn't even get to start my big scene!" he muttered, clearly annoyed.

He looked at Ying Luo, still locked in a fierce fight with the four Transcendence realm demons.

"She didn't mean to do that," Mo Hao told himself, taking a deep breath. "Yeah… it was an accident. Just a big, unlucky accident!"

He shook it off and turned to the rest of the demon army. A lot of them were already panicking.

Next time—it's my turn to shine! he thought, clenching his fists as all his built-up frustration boiled over.

Without hesitating, he dashed forward.

"That human's coming!" some of the younger demon soldiers cried out, panic all over their faces. The confidence they had before was gone after watching Ying Luo's last attack.

"Run! I don't wanna die here!"

"Run? If you try to escape, the higher-ups will hunt you down—and trust me, that's worse," one demon snapped back. "We're better off fighting him head-on!"

"It had to be an accident before!" another said quickly. "The true dragon didn't mean to hit us! There's nothing to be scared of!"

The older, more experienced demons worked fast to calm everyone down. With a few sharp words, they rallied the shaken soldiers.

Fueled by fear, anger, and a desperate need to save face, the demon army charged at Mo Hao—all eyes on the young human cultivator who, moments ago, had been completely ignored.

Funny enough, both Mo Hao and the demon army thought the earlier disaster had just been a fluke. A total accident.

Fueled by that idea—and itching to blow off some steam—they rushed at each other, ready to tear into the fight.

Mo Hao gathered up his Origin Power, about to launch a flashy attack that would leave everyone stunned.

But then—

ROAR!

Ying Luo let out another fierce roar, even louder than before. And right after that, she pulled off something terrifying.

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Blood Essence Absorption Art!

A strange, powerful force burst out from her body. It swept across the entire battlefield like an invisible wave.

It wasn't just pushing or pulling—it was pulling at their blood, yanking at the life force inside every creature nearby.

All around, demons started to tremble. Blood-red mist began leaking from their bodies, curling upward into the air like smoke. That fog didn't float away—it gathered into thick, red clouds hanging right above the battlefield.

And then the clouds started to spin, swirling into a giant vortex that twisted tighter and tighter—until Ying Luo opened her jaws and sucked it all in with one huge breath.

She drank in the blood energy like it was pure fuel.

Her body lit up with power. Her aura exploded as she raised her dragon head to the sky and roared, louder than ever.

"Damn it!" the strongest Transcendence realm demon shouted, panic creeping into his voice. "She's using a secret technique to power herself up!"

"Hold your ground!" he barked at the others. "This won't last forever. If we hang in there, we can take her down!"

The other three demons didn't look so sure. Their faces tightened with worry, but they didn't back off. Teeth clenched and eyes blazing, they kept pushing through the fight, doing everything they could to keep up with the surging true dragon.

...

At the same time, Mo Hao's eyes went wide. He clenched his teeth and hissed, "That blasted dragon! She stole the spotlight again!"

He had been this close to kicking off his big, flashy moment.

But now? Most of the demons he planned to fight were already toast.

Even the rest of the demon troops looked shaken, like they weren't so sure they wanted to keep going.

Mo Hao took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

She probably didn't mean to mess things up for me, he thought. Using that kind of secret art must burn through a ton of energy.

She can't keep it up forever. If I want to outshine everyone, I've gotta speed things up—get stronger, faster. I need to be the last one standing.

He locked his eyes on the battlefield, ready for another round.

At this point, there were fewer than ten thousand demons left.

But the demons weren't panicking—not yet. They'd figured out that Ying Luo had used some sort of power-boosting secret technique. And they knew their top Transcendence realm fighters were still holding back.

To them, it was just a waiting game.

Let the dragon burn herself out, they thought. Once she's down, we win.

Just then, they spotted Mo Hao charging in again, full of fire and confidence.

The demon troops didn't flinch. They rushed forward together to meet him head-on.

To them, Mo Hao was still just a small fry. Annoying? Maybe. Dangerous? Not really.

But in seconds, the two sides were on a collision course—Mo Hao barreling straight toward a huge wave of demons and demonic beasts, with no intention of slowing down.