Chapter 47: If I Can Kill You Once, I Can Kill You Ten Thousand Times.

That voice—how venomous, desolate, and bleak it was. Even though it came from across the boundary of worlds, everyone felt a sudden chill run through them, as if some terrifying monster had set its sights on them.

They saw it clearly—Ye Wushang’s blade struck the very instant the Monarch of Eternal Night stepped into the rift, cleaving him cleanly in two.

The terrifying blade intent instantly obliterated all of his demonic energy and life force, leaving nothing behind.

Before their very eyes, the Monarch of Eternal Night dissolved into a pool of blood, which then flowed into the rift leading to the Demon Realm.

Hiss~~!

Countless gazes fell upon Ye Wushang, filled with shock and disbelief.

He had truly slain a monarch—Ye Wushang had done it.

Though they all knew that wasn’t the Monarch’s true body.

But even a mere incarnation of a monarch from the Demon Realm—just a wisp of a projection—was enough to shake the world if word got out.

At that moment, deep within the Demon Realm, inside an ancient and desolate palace of white bones—three thousand li in diameter, built upon mountains of corpses and seas of blood—a terrifying aura erupted.

In that instant, countless demonic creatures throughout the realm couldn’t withstand the pressure and fell to their knees, trembling in fear.

Even so, numerous demons at the Dharma Phase

 realm, and even some at the Dongtian realm, were caught off guard by the pressure. They exploded on the spot, turning into clouds of blood mist.

Alongside this burst of might came a deafening roar filled with murderous rage.

“Ye Wushang! You human ant, you deserve to die!”

All the demons quaked in terror. None could fathom who had enraged the great Monarch of Eternal Night enough to awaken his true body and unleash such terrifying killing intent.

Within the Eternal Night Palace, the monarch’s eternal gaze fell upon the slowly closing rift in the Demon Realm—and he made his move.

Raising his hand, a tear opened in the void itself, and his arm reached through.

At the same time, a black hole formed within the rift, and from it, an arm extended, grasping toward the fissure, trying to tear it open again.

That massive hand exuded a suffocating presence. Even just this hand alone made everyone feel as though time had stopped.

If the owner of that hand truly descended into this world, what kind of divine, fearsome being would that be? No one dared even imagine.

Unfortunately, in the face of the rift’s closing, not even the invincible Monarch of Eternal Night could do anything.

Under the suppression of the world’s heavenly might, the rift began to fully seal. The massive hand had no choice but to withdraw back into the Demon Realm.

But just then, a voice echoed from within.

“Ye Wushang! You lowly insect, this monarch will remember you. Next time we meet, I’ll destroy even your soul, and mount your head beneath my Eternal Night Throne to trample on day and night!”

The Monarch of Eternal Night’s terrifying voice echoed, cold as the third month of a harsh winter.

If it were anyone else, they’d be utterly shaken, their Dao heart in disarray.

But unfortunately for him, Ye Wushang didn’t take it to heart in the slightest.

Holding his enchanted blade, he stared ahead with utter indifference, expression icy and calm.

“If I can kill you once, I can kill you ten thousand times. Don’t worry—next time we meet, you’ll find yourself even more pathetic than today.”

His emotionless voice rang out, shocking everyone once again.

As expected of Ye Wushang—a man bold enough to face a monarch of the Demon Realm head-on.

Seeing that his threats had no effect, the Monarch of Eternal Night’s rage flared once more.

And just as the rift to the Demon Realm was fully sealed, everyone could still faintly hear endless roars of fury and madness echoing from within.

But alas, they could no longer make out any of it.

Within the Demon Realm, the Monarch of Eternal Night’s rage was uncontainable. Demonic tides surged in all directions.

The entire Eternal Night territory sank three li in an instant—a sight that chilled the soul.

No one knew what foolish being had provoked such an ancient and terrifying monarch.

Within the Eternal Night Palace, the monarch looked at his right hand, waves of burning pain washing over him, making him feel a rare discomfort.

A dignified monarch had been injured… by a lowly human ant.

His fury couldn’t be extinguished.

“Send word to all my hidden agents in the Eternal World: whoever kills Ye Wushang shall earn this monarch’s friendship and an Eternal Night Token. If anyone can capture him alive and bring him before me, I’ll grant them a drop of my true blood. With the Eternal Night Token, I’ll personally fulfill one request!”

His voice was chilling, echoing throughout the palace.

“As you command, my lord!”

Immediately, countless demons marched out of the Eternal Night territory.

All demon folks who received the message were stunned.

None could fathom who this Ye Wushang was, that he’d forced the Monarch of Eternal Night to offer such a reward.

Even other monarchs at the same level sent messages asking for clarification, but the Monarch of Eternal Night ignored them all.

Of course, he would never admit that one of his incarnations had been slain by a human cultivator of a lower cultivation realm.

That would make him the laughingstock of the Demon Realm for the rest of time.

Still, the rewards he offered were undeniably generous.

Many demonic agents within the Eternal World received the news and immediately began investigating everything about Ye Wushang.

Meanwhile, in the Grand Capital of Daxia, after witnessing Ye Wushang’s fearsome power, everyone looked upon him with reverence and awe.

Even the haughty old freaks of the royal clan’s Purple Mansion had cast aside their arrogance and now treated him with the utmost caution.

The three great Dharma Phase Patriarchs never showed themselves, but they threw down their tokens at Xia Zixuan’s feet.

Their intent was clear—they supported Xia Zixuan’s ascension.

But even without the support of the three patriarchs, no one dared oppose her anymore.

Everyone knew—as long as Ye Wushang was in Daxia, no one would dare question Xia Zixuan again.

After resolving the crisis, Ye Wushang didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he stayed on in the royal capital.

With him standing guard, Xia Zixuan swiftly stabilized the situation and took control of ninety percent of the capital’s forces.

During this time, Ye Wushang took Yue Rushuang on leisure trips around the outskirts of the capital, enjoying the scenery.

Their child was left in the care of Zhao Qingge and the others, allowing the couple to enjoy a rare period of peace and intimacy.

Finally, after Xia Zixuan had fully consolidated her position, the couple prepared to return to the Ye Clan.

But just before leaving, Ye Wushang received a strange invitation.

Xia Zixuan had asked him to visit the palace for a private discussion—this left him puzzled.

However, beside him, Yue Rushuang’s eyes sparkled with realization, as if she’d figured something out.

She smiled gently and said, “Seems like Zixuan has something good in store for you. Go quickly now!”