Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 232 - 131: The Demon Martial Hall Won’t Let You Go!

Chapter 232: Chapter 131: The Demon Martial Hall Won’t Let You Go!

At this moment,

a deep and majestic bell sound came from outside.

The instant he heard the bell, the Fatty Leader’s spirit trembled.

Oh no! Took too long, the Demon-Suppressing Bell has been rung!

Then, Ruan Shu stepped into the air, crossed the Array, carrying a weathered and heavy great yellow bell, landing on the roof of Gongyu Tower. He appeared as a demon-exorcizing Divine Being, shining brilliantly in golden light.

He glared and rebuked, "Evil spirits, disperse!"

With that, he struck the yellow bell forcefully with his palm.

The bell sounded like a muffled thunder, rolling in. It felt as if an invisible giant mountain suddenly pressed down, crushing all the Demon Cultivators below to the ground.

Only the Fatty Leader barely resisted.

Pang Xiangming was overjoyed, "Elder Ruan, you finally came!"

Ruan Shu spat out blood, his breath rapidly weakening, "Quick, deal with him, I can’t hold on much longer!"

"Alright!"

Pang Xiangming knew very well that even though the Demon-Suppressing Bell was just an imitation, it was still a treasure, after all, it was modeled after the Innate treasure, the Dragon-Touching Immortal Bell, a national treasure of Great Li!

He felt as if divinely assisted, his confidence surged, he launched forward, unleashing Divine Techniques, madly attacking the Fatty Leader.

The bell continued to ring.

This time, the Fatty Leader had no way out and quickly fell in the battle.

The other Demon Cultivators were all slain.

Pang Xiangming did not kill the Fatty Leader outright but destroyed his foundation and abolished his cultivation because... they still needed to find out what their true intentions were.

Above, Ruan Shu rang the Demon-Suppressing Bell nine consecutive times, his Immortal aura had been exhausted, much of his vitality devoured, he aged hundreds of years compared to before, and was about to meet his end here.

"Elder Ruan, are you alright!"

Ruan Shu shook his head, saying, "It’s nothing. Just need a rest. Captain Pang, I’ll leave the rest to you."

Saying this, he lifted the Demon-Suppressing Bell again and quickly left.

Gongyu Tower was in complete disarray, with ruins and debris everywhere, not a single thing intact.

In the shadows,

Fan Wubing stared straight at the direction Ruan Shu left.

He thought, "That bell is extraordinary! It can actually suppress Demonic Qi..."

If he hadn’t timely restrained the aura of his Blood Calamity Immortal Skill just now, he might have also been suppressed by the bell sound directly.

What shocked him even more was that

when he heard the bell, an impulse surged within him. This impulse came from... the Azure Profound Thousand Transformations Skill, this Innate Divine Technique.

For an Innate Divine Technique to resonate, it could only be due to another Innate treasure.

Could that bell also be an Innate treasure?

Fan Wubing felt it was unlikely. How could an Innate treasure have such little power?

But one thing was certain, it must be related to an Innate treasure.

He stopped thinking and hurriedly began to devour the Demonic Qi dissipating from the dead Demon Cultivators.

Below,

Pang Xiangming came to the Fatty Leader, stepped on his head, and vented his grievances.

"Vermin from the gutters!"

Even so, the Fatty Leader showed no fear, his eyes full of mockery, "Pathetic, pathetic indeed. Your life is as pathetic as a dog being ordered around at will."

Pang Xiangming took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you infiltrate the Flying Ship!"

"Do you think I would tell you?" Fatty Leader squinted his eyes.

"Aren’t you afraid to die?"

"I had at least three chances to kill you. But you got lucky and escaped all three. As for you... you’ll never be able to kill me."

"Hmph! If I can’t kill you, it’s just because I’m not strong enough," Pang Xiangming said, "And now, your worthless life is under my feet. With a little force, I can crush your head! Speak, what are your true intentions!"

"You so-called righteous people, are you always this foolish? Knowing that you can’t get anything out, yet still acting righteous. Is it that without showcasing your so-called superior authority, you have to reveal that you’re actually a loser?"

Pang Xiangming’s eyes deepened, "Your mouth is more aggressive than your skills. It doesn’t matter if you don’t speak, I can still perform Soul Searching."

"Would you dare?" the Fatty Leader squinted, mocking, "Dare you search the soul of a Demon Cultivator?"

This truly intimidated Pang Xiangming.

The soul of a Demon Cultivator is indeed difficult to search.

Those on the path of becoming a demon often pay some heavy prices for greater cultivation and power. Their bodies usually become distorted and misshapen due to Demonic skills, forming what is known as a demonic body. And their souls... also differ from ordinary souls, possibly containing various negative emotions.

These negative emotions can even become a form of attack.

Forcibly performing Soul Searching, if accidentally contaminated, could lead to self-destruction of the soul.

"Can’t dare. What a waste!" the Fatty Leader mercilessly mocked.

Pang Xiangming gritted his teeth. He indeed didn’t dare risk being backfired by searching a Demon Cultivator’s soul, especially this Demon Cultivator who was somewhat stronger.

He took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, counter-mocked, "Your life is in my hands, all you can do is bark."

"Is the life of a Demon Cultivator worth much?" the Fatty Leader squinted and said, "I fear it pales in comparison to Captain Pang’s hard-earned position of ’Captain’."

Pang Xiangming said, "I’ve successfully controlled the situation. There’ll be a chance to explain at headquarters, save your concern."

"Controlled the situation... indeed worthy of a bought position as Captain, lacking in virtue and capacity. Just think logically, how long have we been on the Flying Ship, how could we have merely misled just that last group of onlookers?"

The Fatty Leader’s gaze was insane and cruel.