Master of the Demon Emperor-Chapter 455 Despair of the Heavenly Prides

Su Yie approached Tai Yi Wushuang, the distance very close, unafraid of Tai Yi Wushuang attacking him because the man was already deeply trapped in the Dream Reincarnation, unable to extricate himself.

Compared to his previous demeanor, he now appeared as though he had been flayed, utterly miserable.

Su Yie waved his sleeve to gather the Demon Cloud and then used his mana to move Tai Yi Wushuang onto the cloud.

He turned his head to look into the distance, where Polar Emperor was standing on a giant boulder, gazing at him. That gaze was filled with a fighting spirit and excitement, as if he couldn’t wait to battle Su Yie right now.

Su Yie’s mouth curved into a slight smile, without saying anything, and took Tai Yi Wushuang away.

Polar Emperor stood there, dazed, for a good while before he left.

Because Tai Yi Wushuang’s presence was so immense, there were no Battle Observers around, except for Polar Emperor. No other creature knew that Tai Yi Wushuang had already been subdued by Emperor Su.

And various rumors about Tai Yi Wushuang began to spread throughout the Chaos Land.

"That Tai Yi Wushuang is said to have nine heads and eighteen arms, devouring Primordial Immortals alive, absolutely terrifying!"

"Really? The pressure when he speaks is very similar to the Heavenly Emperor. Could it be that he has achieved sainthood?"

"What origin does the Chaos Imperial Clan have?"

"Could there be other lands beyond the Chaos Land?"

"It’s over. They say Tai Yi Wushuang has an enormous appetite. We’re all going to be eaten by him."

For a time, Tai Yi Wushuang brought panic to the Chaos Land.

The news also reached the ears of the most powerful beings in the Chaos Land.

Mo Jingcang was cultivating on a cliff, with demon shadows pervading behind him and across the plains below the cliff.

By this time, the creatures of the Demon Race that he had created had reached a number in the millions, each with its own Spiritual Wisdom, although not highly intelligent, they could only follow his cultivation to gradually improve their Spiritual Wisdom.

Flap— Flap—

At this moment, a black bird with a wingspan of thirty feet flew in.

It landed behind Mo Jingcang, chirping for a while.

Mo Jingcang opened his eyes and murmured with a frown, "Tai Yi Wushuang? The sound just now was so strong; he must have definitely become a saint. If I were to oppose him, I would probably not meet a good end."

After pondering for a moment, he shook his head saying, "No matter how many creatures he has eaten, I will observe the changes and see what kind of commotion he will cause."

The black bird flapped its wings and left, continuing to collect information for him.

The appearance of Tai Yi Wushuang made him feel uneasy.

For some reason, his thoughts suddenly turned to Su Yie. If Su Yie clashed with Tai Yi Wushuang, who would win?

He took a deep breath and tried hard to banish the distracting thoughts.

The priority was to become stronger. Only by attaining the Path of Testimony and becoming a Manifesting Saint could the Demon Race have hope of unifying the land.

…

In the vast starry sky, countless creatures hovered around a high platform like billions of stars, forming circles upon circles from afar, resembling a giant sphere.

On the platform above, Tai Yi Wushuang lay on the ground, covered in wounds, very weak. He struggled to stand up but simply couldn’t do it.

Footsteps approached from the front. He gritted his teeth, looked up, and saw Su Yie appear in front of him, stepping on his head.

Then, Su Yie raised his head and chest proudly and exclaimed, "The Heavenly Pride of the Chaos Imperial Clan? Not worth mentioning!"

Boom—

Furious curses erupted from the starry sky, deafening to the ears.

"Tai Yi Wushuang really disgraced our Chaos Imperial Clan!"

"And to think he was the peerless Heavenly Pride that comes once in ten million years, not even worth a fart!"

"It’s said that Tai Yi Wushuang was born with the Manifestation of Saintly Cultivation, yet he couldn’t even defeat a Primordial Immortal of the Great Luo."

"He wanted to become the Chaos Emperor, what a joke."

"Tsk tsk, how arrogant he was before? Now he’s like a crawling reptile."

"Tai Yi Wushuang! Go to hell! You are the shame of the Chaos Imperial Clan!"

Sharp taunts and curses came at Tai Yi Wushuang from all directions, causing him to bury his head between his arms.

His body trembled, in that moment he wished he could find a crack to crawl into.

Extreme humiliation overwhelmed his mind and spirit.

Thud—

Unable to endure the torment, he spat out a mouthful of heart’s blood, leaving him completely drained and listless.

Just as he was about to pass out, the scene around him suddenly changed.

The once-ruined platform was restored to its original state, and there he stood, unscathed, with Su Yie in front of him.

"A Heavenly Pride of the Chaos Imperial Clan? Truly pathetic!"

The opposing Su Yie sneered, and after speaking, he charged at Tai Yi Wushuang.

Seeing this, Tai Yi Wushuang trembled with fear and hastily retreated.

This battle had already recurred thousands of times.

No matter how hard he fought, he was crushed by Su Yie every time, and each defeat was followed by a barrage of verbal attacks, which devastated his heart.

Even though he had become a Manifesting Saint, he had never faced failure from childhood to adulthood, and he couldn’t bear such humiliation.

Moreover, the humiliation came over and over again, incessantly trampling on his dignity.

"Aaaaah—"

Tai Yi Wushuang roared upwards in rage, understanding that it was all fake, yet it all felt so real. The power of Su Yie caused him to break down, to despair.

Reality.

Su Yie sat on a boulder, looking down emotionlessly at the convulsing Tai Yi Wushuang below.

Only a day had passed, and Tai Yi Wushuang’s physical injuries had already healed, his constitution was simply terrifying.

Perhaps, this was the power of a saint.

Luckily for Su Yie, Tai Yi Wushuang was deeply trapped in the dream reincarnation, sinking deeper and deeper. Even if his body healed, his soul couldn’t extricate itself.

Su Yie had control over Tai Yi Wushuang’s spiritual world, and seeing that Tai Yi Wushuang was about to collapse, he suddenly stopped the dream reincarnation.

Lying on the ground, Tai Yi Wushuang abruptly sat up, drenched in sweat; he bulged his eyes and gasped for air non-stop, sweat dripping from his cheeks onto the back of his hands.

Like waking from a nightmare, Tai Yi Wushuang was still in a state of shock.

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After a while, Tai Yi Wushuang’s consciousness started to clear.

He looked around blankly, and when he saw Su Yie, he scrambled back in terror.

In just one day, he had been tormented by Su Yie tens of thousands of times in the dream reincarnation, subjected to countless instances of scorn, mockery, humiliation, and raging curses, so Su Yie had become a demon in his eyes.

"You..."

Tai Yi Wushuang shook all over, his legs trembling uncontrollably, devoid of any saintly demeanor.

He did not flee, because in the dream reincarnation he had attempted to escape at least three thousand times and had failed every time. Su Yie’s Divine Power of Space was too fast, and then there was that domineering True Sunflame. Every time he recalled it, his heart twitched, and despair washed over him like a monstrous wave.

"Do you want to live?"

Su Yie asked coldly while gazing down at Tai Yi Wushuang, knowing that after such torment, it would be difficult for Tai Yi Wushuang to harbor any thoughts of killing him in the future.

Simply because of fear!

Fear that seeped deep into the soul!

At these words, Tai Yi Wushuang froze, then nodded eagerly like a pecking chicken, saying, "Want... want..."

"Tell me, how many beings are there in the Chaos Imperial Clan, how many saints, and where is your power mainly concentrated?"

Su Yie pressed on, knowing Tai Yi Wushuang’s standing within the Chaos Imperial Clan must not be low; sparing him would surely prove useful in the future.

"Not sure... there are three thousand families within the Chaos Imperial Clan, countless disciples... the saints too are innumerable... traces of the Chaos Imperial Clan’s disciples are nearly all across the Great Dao Planes..."

Tai Yi Wushuang swallowed nervously, answering cautiously.