4370 Intercepted by the Crimson Demon

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It had been a long time since Duan Ling Tian had felt so powerless. After becoming an intermediate Supreme God and stabilizing his cultivation base, no matter how strong an advanced Supreme God was, he was confident he would be able to escape even if he was not a match for the other party. However, today, he met an existence much stronger than the most powerful advanced Supreme God, a supreme powerhouse, an existence that stood at the peak of the Myriad Worlds.

If the other party went back on his words, Duan Ling Tian knew there was nothing he could do and could only wait to be slaughtered.

The master of Crimson Demon Ridge, the supreme powerhouse, saw through Duan Ling Tian's thoughts immediately. He smiled disdainfully and asked, "What? Are you afraid that I'll go back on my words?"

"I don't dare," Duan Ling Tian said as he hurriedly shook his head. He naturally tried his best not to provoke the Crimson Demon. After all, who knew if his words could cause the Crimson Demon to go back on his words? At that time, it would be a disaster. At this time, he could only bow to the circumstances.

If Duan Ling Tian was alone without any fetters, he would not have feared death. It was just like that during his previous life on Earth. At that time, who in heaven could make him lower his head?

However, in this life, Duan Ling Tian had many people he cared about. He also had to survive to save his wife, Ke'er. All his struggles over the past one thousand years were to see Ke'er again. Who knew that when they reunited, she would be unconscious? Moreover, if he did not save her in time, her soul would scatter.

While Duan Ling Tian was in the Xia clan, he had also heard about Ke'er's struggles for the past one thousand years from Xia Jie. He had also heard many things outside the clan about the difficulties she faced. He naturally understood that all her struggles were for their future.

Meanwhile, after seeing Duan Ling Tian lowering himself, the corners of the Crimson Demon's lips curled up into a satisfied smile.

'So what if he's a monstrous prodigy? In front of me, he still has to lower his head!'

The Crimson Demon said indifferently, "Rest assured. Since I've given my word, I naturally won't go back on it. I won't keep you in Crimson Demon Ridge nor will I turn you into one of my puppets. You can leave…"

As the Crimson Demon spoke, the Formation, which Wu Cang activated previously, disappeared, revealing a path.

Upon seeing this, Duan Ling Tian sighed in relief. Then, without wasting another moment, Duan Ling Tian cupped his fists together at the Crimson Demon and thanked the latter before he quickly cast the Double Teleportation Profundity. He did not dare to stay for even a moment longer.

Even after leaving Crimson Demon Ridge, Duan Ling Tian did not feel safe. He continued teleporting, not daring to stop at all. After all, if the other party changed his mind, the other party could still catch up to him. The most important thing now was for him to escape as far as possible so the other party would have difficulties catching up to him.

…

In Crimson Demon Ridge.

The Centurions exchanged a look of disbelief and confusion after they saw the Crimson Demon let Duan Ling Tian go. They wondered when he became so kind.

"Deal with the matter here before you leave," the Crimson Demon said as he glanced at the few Centurions indifferently. Then, without saying another word, he vanished into thin air.

"Yes, Lord Crimson Demon!"

The Centurions wore fearful expressions on their faces when they responded to the Crimson Demon. After he left, they turned to look at the battle-torn place. When their eyes landed on Wu Cang's corpse, their expressions turned grim.

Wu Cang, the Crimson Demon's personal demon guard, died just like that. Moreover, his death was orchestrated by the Crimson Demon himself.

Wu Cang was someone the Centurions looked up to. However, such a person in the Crimson Demon's eyes was an easily replaceable chess piece. They could only imagine what their position was like in the Crimson Demon's eyes. They were nothing more than insignificant pawns. Alas, there was nothing they could do. After all, they were the Crimson Demon's puppets.

While cleaning up the wreckage, one of the Centurions asked through Voice Transmission, "What do you think? Is Lord Crimson Demon really so nice as to let that prodigy leave?"

"I think that's highly unlikely. Lord Crimson Demon likely has a plan…"

Another Centurion said, "Since a few years ago, Lord Crimson Demon has been looking for prodigies. He brought so many prodigies back. In the end, we didn't see them again. Who knows what happened to them?"

"I'm afraid only Lord Crimson Demon has the answer to that question. It seems like Lord Crimson Demon doesn't really intend to let that prodigy go…"

"So you're saying that Lord Crimson Demon will go back on his word?"

"I don't know for sure. After all, Lord Crimson Demon didn't go back on his words. He let that prodigy go and didn't turn him into a puppet. What the lord does after that has nothing to do with his promise…"

…

Meanwhile, Duan Ling Tian, who had escaped far away from Crimson Demon Ridge but still showed no signs of stopping, suddenly saw a figure appear in front of him. His expression changed drastically.

The person blocking his path was none other than the Crimson Demon, the master of Crimson Demon Ridge; a supreme powerhouse who was so powerful that he immediately put out Duan Ling Tian's fighting spirit.

Duan Ling Tian did not turn around to flee. Instead, he continued to advance. He knew he had no chance of escaping faced with a supreme powerhouse like the Crimson Demon. Moreover, at this moment, he was not completely sure the Crimson Demon intended to go back on his words. After all, if the Crimson Demon intended to break his promise, the Crimson Demon could have done so back in Crimson Demon Ridge. In Duan Ling Tian's opinion, there was no reason for the Crimson Demon to put on a show in front of his puppets.

When Duan Ling Tian came to a stop, he asked calmly, "Senior, what's the matter?"

When the Crimson Demon saw Duan Ling Tian maintaining his composure, he smiled mockingly and said, "You're indeed quite courageous. Aren't you worried I came because I intend to break my promise?"

Duan Ling Tian remained outwardly calm, but he sighed in relief inwardly. Based on the Crimson Demon's words, it seemed like the Crimson Demon was not going to break his promise. Then, he replied, "Senior, if you'd intended to break your promise, you would've done so back in Crimson Demon Ridge. There's no need for you to allow me to leave Crimson Demon Ridge in the first place."

The Crimson Demon looked at Duan Ling Tian meaningfully as he said, "You're right. I won't break my promise. However, you seem to have forgotten that I only promised not to turn you into a puppet and let you leave Crimson Demon Ridge. I didn't promise not to kill you."

As soon as the Crimson Demon's voice fell, Duan Ling Tian felt a terrifying killing intent shrouding him from head to toe. It made him feel as though he was experiencing death.