Chapter 8

Zhou Hao could hardly believe what his eyes were seeing. He rubbed his eyes hard, only to find that this was not an illusion!

At this moment, a few dozen feet away, a golden human skeleton was moving stealthily toward the stone coffin where he had obtained the demonic scripture. It occasionally twisted its hollow skull to observe the surroundings. Suddenly, it turned its head sharply, and two green-scaled ghostly flames flickered in its empty eye sockets, flashing eerily and terrifyingly.

When Zhou Hao met the ghostly flames in the ghost skeleton's eyes, his mind was shaken. He felt a terrifying suction force from the eye sockets, as if it wanted to suck away and devour his soul!

"Ha ha ha!"

The ghost skeleton suddenly opened its mouth, which had no flesh or skin, and let out a harsh, ear-piercing laugh. It raised its bony hand, and a burst of demonic light enveloped a black pearl the size of a pigeon's egg, which it hurled at Zhou Hao. The attack was fierce, and at the same time, it darted toward the stone coffin. As it moved forward, it raised its other bony hand, and the stone coffin lid, which Zhou Hao had previously knocked away, flew toward the golden skeleton.

The stone coffin lid was made of an unknown material, weighing several tons, heavy enough to crush an elephant into a pulp. But now, it was firmly grasped by the skeleton's slender bony hand.

The coffin lid seemed weightless in the skeleton's hand. It was held with one hand and pushed down onto the stone coffin. With a loud boom, it jumped into the coffin, and the lid closed automatically.

Seeing the demonic light coming at him like a flash of lightning, Zhou Hao knew it was powerful, but he couldn't dodge it. Instinctively, he reached out to catch it. To his surprise, the demonic light didn't have much force, and the black demonic pearl was easily caught in his hand.

Before he could examine the demonic pearl, he saw the bizarre scene of the ghost skeleton. But that wasn't the most terrifying part. Next, the soil automatically filled the stone coffin, but it became flat ground, not a raised grave.

In the next moment, the tombstone in front of the stone coffin quickly sank into the ground. In a couple of breaths, the entire tombstone disappeared underground, leaving no trace!

After the stone coffin and the grave vanished, an even stranger scene occurred. All the graves in the entire burial ground rapidly sank, becoming flat ground. Even the broken and raised coffins and tombstones sank into the ground, disappearing without a trace. The burial ground, which had been there for a long time, vanished, turning into a normal flat area!

"What's going on! Why is this happening? The burial ground has just disappeared! What was that golden skeleton?!" Zhou Hao was stunned by what he saw, unable to recover for a long time. It felt like a dream.

No, not even a dream could be this bizarre and absurd!

This burial ground had been here for a long time; otherwise, it wouldn't have formed. It was located not far from the foot of the mountain where the Wanmeng Sect was. If it disappeared, it would definitely attract the attention of the entire world. If people knew he had personally witnessed the disappearance of the entire burial ground, they would surely capture him and interrogate him severely.

To avoid trouble, he quickly left this place of conflict.

That night, he was buried alive by Qian Dong and Fang Yang. If this news spread, they would definitely be punished by their sect. He believed they wouldn't spread it. Now, he had nowhere to go and could only secretly return to the Wanmeng Sect, not daring to let Qian Dong and the others know he was still alive.

Otherwise, they would do anything to silence him. Currently, he wasn't a match for the two of them, but with the supreme demonic scripture in hand, it wouldn't be long before he sent those two scoundrels to hell!

"Stop!"

Just as Zhou Hao was about to return to his place, someone called him. He turned around, and his anger flared, his veins almost bursting.

It turned out that the person who called him was the two thugs who had been robbing him of his crystals every month and almost got him buried alive!

"Good, you came. Today, you will all die!" Zhou Hao gritted his teeth, his eyes cold as a knife. But he quickly suppressed his hatred and pretended to be meek, asking, "What do you want, Senior Brothers?"

The two of them sneered inwardly at his pitiful appearance. Zhou Hao used to be very tough and stubborn in front of them, but now he seemed to have been beaten into submission. The tall, thin one said arrogantly, "Come here! We have something for you to do."

"What is it?"

"We were going to go down the mountain to gather some herbs, but we have something else to do now. You go for us. Go quickly and come back quickly. Follow this prescription and make sure you're back before dark, or we'll break your legs!"

The stocky, muscular one with a face full of scars handed him a prescription and threatened him fiercely.

Zhou Hao wanted to tear these two scoundrels apart immediately, but with people around, it would be disastrous if anyone saw. He glanced around, pretending to be hesitant, and pleaded, "Senior Brothers, I really have an urgent matter today and can't go. But don't be angry, Senior Brothers. I found a good treasure on my way down the mountain yesterday. I didn't dare to keep it privately. I'll give it to you today. Please let me off this time?"

The two were about to explode, but when they heard about the treasure, their eyes lit up, and they urged him to show it.

Zhou Hao pretended to look around, and in a mysterious tone, he said, "There are people around. It wouldn't be good if they saw. Senior Brothers, follow me. I'll show it to you in a secluded place. I promise you'll be satisfied!"

The two didn't take Zhou Hao seriously. After all, they had been robbing him every month and didn't fear any tricks. They followed him to a secluded corner.

"Where is the treasure? Show it quickly!"

"Hmph, the treasure is with the King of Hell. If you want it, go ask him yourself!" At this moment, Zhou Hao's demeanor changed, radiating a terrifying killing intent that made people shudder.

"Zhou Hao, do you want to die? How dare you play tricks on us!"

"You little scum, do you want to die?!" The two approached with a fierce look, and the tall, thin one punched out. Despite his thinness, the punch was incredibly powerful, the wind whistling as it came.

"You're the one who wants to die! Report to the King of Hell!" Zhou Hao's eyes turned cold. Without dodging, he stepped forward, his hand moving like a dragon or a snake, deflecting and twisting the other's hand, neutralizing the force. Then, with incredible speed, he grabbed the other's arm and snapped it with a crack!

"Ahh!!" The tall, thin one's face contorted in pain as he stumbled to the ground. The stocky, muscular one charged over but was easily swept to the ground with a light kick. Zhou Hao rushed forward, bent his elbow, and slammed it into the other's abdomen, causing a scream that almost split the other's stomach open!

Zhou Hao had suffered a lot at the hands of these two. If not for their monthly robberies, he would have had enough crystals to reach the Zijifu stage long ago. He hated them to the core and showed no mercy now. With a series of cracks, he cruelly broke both of their limbs, causing them to scream in agony, almost passing out from the pain.

"Zhou Hao, no, Senior Brother Zhou! Please, have mercy and spare us! We'll listen to you from now on! Whatever you say, we'll do it, serve you faithfully, and do anything for you! Please don't kill us!"

The two lay on the ground, crying and pleading, their faces full of fear as they looked at Zhou Hao, who had transformed into a demon.

Zhou Hao's eyes were cold and devoid of emotion, filled only with overwhelming killing intent. He looked at the two, who were crying and begging like children, and coldly snorted.

Since practicing the True Demon Scripture, his eyes had undergone a mutation, allowing him to see the lingering resentment and ghosts that clung to people.

At the beginning, human nature is good.

Anyone who has done evil will generate resentment from those they have harmed. This resentment will cling to them, affecting their fate. Those who have killed will also generate resentment from the dead, which can become vengeful spirits or even malevolent ghosts. These spirits and ghosts will always cling to the person who killed them.

The True Demon Scripture that Zhou Hao practiced mainly absorbed these vengeful spirits and resentment to cultivate true demonic energy and a true demonic body.

The two had a faint layer of black aura around them, indicating they had done many bad deeds. Zhou Hao would not let such scoundrels go!

"When you were doing evil, did you have any compassion or sympathy? Since you never showed mercy to those you harmed, how can you expect me to spare you? All the evil you have done must be repaid! Die!"

Zhou Hao transformed into a cold-blooded demon king, his eyes flashing with killing intent. His five fingers curved like steel claws, grabbing the tall, thin one's head and tearing five bloody holes in it, blood gushing out like a fountain!

This was the Demon Blood Claw, combined with the Swallowing Heaven Demon Technique from the scripture, which quickly drained the tall, thin one's vital energy. The man screamed as he rapidly withered into a mummy, his hair and teeth falling out, his skin wrinkling like a snake about to shed its skin, a terrifying sight!

The stocky, muscular one, watching this, was so frightened that his eyes rolled back, and he died of shock!

"From this moment on, I, Zhou Hao, will transform into a true demon, cleansing the world with blood, and killing all those who deserve it! All those who have bullied me, die!"