1 Immortal Demon

At the edge of a cliff is a tall man, his azeviche-colored hair that seems to suck out all the light in the room, blood-red eyes, making him look like a demon ready to taste meat, a breeze bringing the scent of iron and intense red on the floor together with pieces of meat everywhere makes the environment look like pandemonium.

"Yang Feng! You bastard demon! "

"Give up and repent of your sins!" Says a man of medium height, clear-eyed and noble-looking, glaring at Yang Feng intending to kill in his eyes.

"If you want to kill me you will have to see if you have the capacity" Yang Feng says calmly without any trace of emotion in his tone or look.

"Good! good!" The man says in a deep tone with apparent anger

"Kill this demon so he can repent of his sins"

As soon as he utters these words, a group of hundreds surrounds Yang Feng, staring at him with bloodthirsty eyes.

"Ke ke ke" A blood-chilling laugh sounds, the voice seemed to come from the depths of hell and an intention to kill that seemed to come from a primordial beast begins to be emitted in the environment.

"WHAT ARE THE DEMONS DOING ?!" Says the shaking man.

"If I'm going to die, I'll take everyone with me" A cold and emotionless voice answers.

Yang Feng faces his enemies and begins to laugh menacingly, his aura growing and becoming more and more demonic, his features distorting and his eyes turning completely black.

Seeing this reaction, the enemies unconsciously took several steps back, their expressions changing to horror, the pressure they felt made them think they were facing a mad beast to taste its flesh and blood.

"ATTACK!" The man screams and everyone advances even hesitating.

Hundreds of arrows, swords and dazzling martial arts heading towards a single man, each emitting overwhelming pressure and cold intent but before these attacks reached the man's aura changed and pleading screams began to sound along with azeviche smoke surrounding everything the cliff, the skies turning completely black as if the end times were reaching the world.

"It's too late to run!" Yang Feng speaks when an evil energy surrounds him.

When that energy touches your enemies they start screaming, their bodies aging and rotting with the naked eye, screams and cries start to sound over and over.

Yang Feng looked at the leader of this group, a cold smile was plastered on his face, he started walking towards the leader and wherever pleading screams passed and a pile of bodies was formed.

The man realizing that Yang Feng was coming towards him, lets out a cold snort and takes his sword, which together with his look and aura gave him a heroic appearance while looking coldly at that demonic-looking man.

Yang Feng launches several sword blows towards the man, each blow capable of destroying the environment surrounding the emitted aura gave chills to anyone who saw them.

The man uses the sword to block but is pierced in various parts of the body, his five organs turning and a feeling of helplessness and horror slowly appearing on his face and his appearance becoming dignified.

Each stroke of Yang Feng had ferocity and a strong intention to kill, his calm face distorted and together with his hair and completely black eyes gave him the appearance of a reaper who descended into the mortal world.

"Today you will die" says Yang Feng when the black energy in the environment is attracted to his body and at the same time that the energy was absorbed his veins start to jump and his body becomes as dark as the deepest darkness the hostility of his aura invading the heavens and hell.

"Die" Says Yang Feng and shortly thereafter an energy explosion occurs and wherever that energy goes through life is extinguished.

Looking at the lifeless battlefield, the dense scent of blood and the rivers of blood under his feet Yang Feng feels satisfied but before he can relax, he begins to feel severe pain in his body and his vision begins to blur.

Memories start to flash in your mind, all followed by tragedies and endless guilt consuming your mind, two red hot currents running through your eyes, your body losing strength and impotence taking over your eyes.

'Shit I'm really going to die like this'

'Worth it?'

A long sigh echoes through the cliff resentment and apparent lack of will, Yang Feng shows a resolute look when his body softens and his vision darkens, he can no longer see, hear, speak or feel, this is the end of the demon king of this world.

***

Trimmm! Trimmm! Trimmm!

'What sound is this? Didn't I die?' Yang Feng opens his eyes, his senses slowly returning when he gets up and looks around, sees a simple room with a wooden floor, a bed, a window on his right, a wardrobe and an appetizing smell in the air.

Remembering his final battle, a slight smile of scorn appears on his face but his happiness does not last long, looking at his own body, his face contracts.

"How can be?" His brows furrowed and a helpless look on his face.

"This body is very weak!" Yang Feng says in a totally dissatisfied tone of voice.

Logically speaking, someone of that age would have a stronger body, so how could it be so fragile? It looks like the slightest touch could break your arm.

Frankly speaking, this body was totally unsuitable for cultivation, probably it would not be able to circulate the normal cultivation arts without its body collapsing.

"But what fu**!" Before he could think more deeply about these matters, Yang Feng feels a strong headache and a stream of memories begins to appear, after what seemed like an eternity he opens his eyes, a confused look on his face.