Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 792

Chapter 792: Chapter 227: Night of Carnage (Three Updates)

"Now, how should I deal with you? A man who dares to steal a woman from me." Si Mo’s cold voice slowly sounded, like a death-dealing ghost from Hell, or a Heavenly God angered from the Nine Heavens.

This kind of Si Mo made Mu Qingge freeze in place.

She had never seen him like this. At this moment, Si Mo really seemed like an ancient Demon God, filled with murderous aura.

Before, even though she knew Si Mo was of the Demon Clan, she didn’t feel he had any particular special traits. But at this moment, she seemed to see a true Si Mo, another side of Si Mo.

"Princess!" Gu Ya came to Mu Qingge’s side with some concern.

He too saw Si Mo wrapped in demonic aura, exuding a chilling and fierce aura, afraid Mu Qingge would not be able to accept the king’s current state.

"Was he always like this before?" Mu Qingge suddenly asked.

"..." This question left Gu Ya unsure of how to respond.

He looked at Mu Qingge with unease, only to see her eyes were locked onto the back of Si Mo.

That towering figure, shrouded in black demonic aura, made Si Mo appear cold and emotionless, with a fiercely violent killing intent. He clutched Yin Teng by the neck, lifting him up, controlling his fate.

"I... I am... the grandson... of the leader... of the Chongyan Tribe... you... wouldn’t dare..." Yin Teng’s face flushed red, his eyes slightly bulging, veins and blood vessels about to burst.

Yet, the words he struggled to say from his throat were not pleas, but threats.

He was threatening Si Mo!

He actually dared to threaten Si Mo!

Threatening the youngest and most worshiped king of the entire Demon Realm!

Yin Teng’s words made Si Mo’s mouth curl up into a bloodthirsty smile. A streak of magic light flashed by Yin Teng’s feet.

"Ah—!" Yin Teng let out a wretched and painful scream.

In Mu Qingge’s sight, Yin Teng’s feet were chopped off together, falling onto the Gobi. Blood flowed from the wounds like a stream.

"You..." Yin Teng squeezed out a word from his trembling teeth. In his bulging eyes, fear replaced his previous emotions.

"No... spare... spare me..." Surrounded by fear, Yin Teng began to beg for mercy.

Yet Si Mo seemed not to hear, and the magic light flashed again.

"Ah—!" Yin Teng cried out in pain.

The pain of flesh cutting and bone breaking was unbearable for ordinary people.

Another small piece of flesh fell from Yin Teng’s previous wound. Mu Qingge saw it very clearly, it was a piece of calf bone with skin and flesh still attached.

"Tell me, how many cuts do you think I can make?" Si Mo’s voice, like a devil, made Yin Teng’s pain-distorted face turn horrific.

"Please... please, I was wrong... wrong... I’ll never dare... ah—!"

Unfortunately, Si Mo had no patience to listen to Yin Teng’s pleas.

The magic light flashed again, and Yin Teng’s legs below the knees were already cut into several sections scattered on the ground.

"Wrong? Dare not? No, I’ve just started, how can it end like this?" Si Mo’s smile remained handsome but terrifying.

As his voice fell, those restless magic lights seemed to carry a sinister smile, coming from all directions towards Yin Teng in Si Mo’s hand.

These magic lights did not chop Yin Teng’s body with flesh and bone as before, but turned into blades as thin as a cicada’s wing, slicing pieces of flesh from Yin Teng’s body.

"Ah—!"

The entire Gobi echoed with Yin Teng’s screams.

The pieces of flesh that were sliced off fell to the ground, exuding a strong smell of blood.

"Princess, perhaps you should look away?" Gu Ya cautiously watched Mu Qingge, unable to help suggesting as he saw her keep staring at the gruesome scene.

Mu Qingge slowly shook her head, and turned to look at Gu Ya, suddenly revealing a teasing smile. "Gu Ya, am I so weak in your heart? This bit of a scene, would scare me?"

Gu Ya opened his mouth.

He certainly knew that such a scene would not scare Mu Qingge. What he was worried about was her inability to accept the current king.

Gu Ya’s concern, Mu Qingge naturally understood.

She let out a relieved smile in her heart, turning back to look at Si Mo.

Indeed, the former Si Mo, even if he had to kill in front of her, would do it skillfully, never letting her feel the coldness in him.

But the Si Mo now...

Mu Qingge suddenly moved her foot, slowly walking towards Si Mo.

She walked very slowly, but her movements frightened Gu Ya, worried that her approach might cause some accident.

"Little Lord!" Gu Ya immediately blocked in front of Mu Qingge, speaking to her with a serious expression: "It’s best not to approach the king at this time."

Mu Qingge showed a moment of confusion in her eyes.

Gu Ya pursed his lips and said, "The king only lived like a flesh and blood person after he met you."

This remark stabbed into Mu Qingge’s heart like a knife, causing her so much pain she almost couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t imagine what kind of life Si Mo lived in the tens of thousands of years before he met her, what he endured.

Mu Qingge pulled down Gu Ya’s hand blocking her and slowly said, "Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of him, and he won’t hurt me."

She continued to walk towards Si Mo. At this moment, all of Yin Teng’s flesh had been sliced clean, leaving only a shaky skeleton and a complete skull.

In his exposed chest cavity, among the ribs, that heart was still beating.

"Last words." Si Mo spoke plainly, the amber eyes showing no emotion.

Yin Teng could no longer speak words of begging, he could hardly feel pain. His eyes filled with hatred stared at Si Mo, "My grandfather will avenge me! He will make your life a living hell!"

"Then... I will kill him too." After Si Mo finished speaking, the other hand that had been hanging by his side suddenly lifted, reaching for that violently beating heart in the skeletal frame.

His movements were slow, slow enough for Yin Teng to see every change.

Yin Teng’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets, his heart beating violently, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

This process clearly only needed an instant, yet Si Mo used the slowest speed to complete it. He was torturing Yin Teng, not just torturing his body, but also his soul.

Yin Teng was scared! Truly scared!

He regretted provoking this Demon King, regretted coming here, even more, regretted coveting his woman!

Ribs cracked, and Si Mo’s hand finally reached into Yin Teng’s heart chamber, fingers clutching onto his restless heart.

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