All the other disciples of Longqi Temple in the surrounding buildings stared nervously at Demon King, trembling with fear, not daring to make a move.

Demon King stood in place, not advancing. He didn’t look at Grace Foster, but instead fixed his gaze on the night sky behind her, where a figure stood atop a rooftop, watching him.

“Who would have thought that besides Old Qingxu, Longqi Temple has another master? So you are the real target.”

Demon King said with a sinister smile. Grace Foster frowned, not understanding his meaning.

Grace Foster said coldly, “Demon, you have slaughtered my fellow disciples. When my master returns, you will not be spared. Besides, this is the capital—I have already sent disciples to notify the authorities. The capital is a net from which you cannot escape.”

Demon King ignored her and said with a smile, “Why haven’t you made a move yet? Why haven’t you run?”

Only then did Grace Foster realize that he wasn’t looking at her at all. She turned her head; there were buildings behind her, and she couldn’t see the figure a hundred yards away. The disciples around her were all weak—who was this top master the demon was talking about?

“So, you’re here for me. Was the previous assassination attempt also your doing?”

William Carter’s voice echoed beneath the night sky, making it impossible to tell where it came from.

Hearing William Carter’s voice, Grace Foster and the other disciples were stunned. Of course, they remembered William Carter’s voice, but—was William Carter a top master?

Demon King sneered, “Oh? There was another assassination attempt? Looks like it failed. But this time, you’re dead for sure.”

He leapt up, landing on the rooftop behind Grace Foster. The disciples quickly gathered together, retreating to the front gate of Longqi Temple. Looking over, they finally caught sight of William Carter’s figure.

William Carter stood on the eaves of Mingxin Hall. From a distance, his face was unclear, but his posture was straight and tall. Under the thunderclouds of the night sky, he radiated an indescribable aura of power.

“Junior Brother Changsheng…”

Grace Foster murmured, gripping the sword in her hand tightly.

William Carter stared at Demon King, his gaze icy cold, murderous intent rising.

“Although his internal energy is less than half of mine, he’s much stronger than Master. He must be a battle-hardened veteran. I can’t be careless—I must go all out.”

William Carter thought to himself, beginning to mobilize his internal energy. His Daoist robe billowed with the force.

Demon King charged swiftly at William Carter, leaping across the rooftops. The two rapidly closed the distance, making the disciples of Longqi Temple extremely nervous.

Could Changsheng withstand such an evil demon?

Grace Foster and the other disciples worriedly wondered.

Demon King leapt up, channeling his internal energy into his right palm. His smile was cruel, his eyes full of excitement.

“Boy, die!”

Under the night sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, illuminating both figures.

When they were less than five zhang apart, William Carter suddenly moved.

He leapt at a speed Demon King could hardly track, delivering a flying kick like a phantom. In Demon King’s pupils, his leg left afterimages, as if dozens of legs were attacking at once.

Bang!

William Carter kicked Demon King in the chest midair. With a crisp sound of bones breaking, his internal energy exploded through his right foot, sending Demon King flying.

“How… how is this possible…”

Demon King’s eyes widened in disbelief, blood gushing uncontrollably from his mouth, leaving a trail of blood in the night sky. He flew over rooftops, over the disciples’ heads, past the cliff, and plummeted to the foot of the mountain, disappearing into the mist.

Grace Foster and the other disciples stared in shock, unable to believe their eyes.

……

At the foot of Longqi Temple’s mountain, a large number of prison guards and soldiers rushed over. Michael Bolton also came running with a spear in hand. Illuminated by the torch in his left hand, his neck looked flushed red.

“Are you sure it’s this direction?”

A general asked with a frown, sounding puzzled.

Michael Bolton nodded, “Yes, it’s definitely this way.”

The general hesitated, “But this is Long—”

Before he could finish, a gust of wind came from above. Startled, they instinctively looked up to see a figure falling from the sky, crashing onto the steps at the foot of Longqi Temple’s mountain, sending shards of stone flying and blood splattering everywhere.

The soldiers were shocked and quickly surrounded the spot.

“It’s the Ghost-Eyed… Demon King… He’s dead!”

A prison guard shouted in astonishment, drawing Michael Bolton and the general over to check. They saw Demon King lying on the stone steps, his limbs twisted unnaturally, his chest caved in, with white bone faintly visible. He died with his eyes open, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, his eyes full of fear.

Michael Bolton was moved. He looked up at the mountain ahead. Under the night sky, thunderclouds rolled, making Longqi Mountain seem all the more mysterious.

After examining Demon King’s injuries, the general said gravely, “He was killed by an extremely powerful kick—dead in a single blow. The difference in strength between the two sides is overwhelming.”

Overwhelming difference in strength?

Michael Bolton snapped back to reality, recalling the scene when Demon King broke out of the prison. His expression was complicated.

……

Inside the house, William Carter returned, closed the door, and let out a long breath.

He was both excited and nervous. This was his first time killing an enemy, and he had gone all out—fortunately, he hadn’t failed.