Realm of the Night God

The serpent demon Bai Xue's massive body was sent flying by the sloppy man, crashing into the stone wall of the ancient tomb.

A painful roar escaped Bai Xue's mouth as her massive serpent body slumped down from the stone wall.

Her serpent body crashed onto the ground, crushing some stones beneath her. She weakly tried to move her body, attempting to lift her head, but she had lost all strength.

After struggling for a few moments, her serpent head barely lifted, only to crash back down to the ground, blood pooling around her.

At this moment, the serpent demon Bai Xue, not to mention continuing the fight, had completely lost the ability to move.

The sloppy man lightly shook the long sword in his hand, and the blood on the sword visibly merged into the blade at an alarming rate.

"I will only take your life, not harm your soul. May you be reincarnated as a human in your next life and refrain from being a man-eating demon. As for this life, it ends here."

There was no smile on the sloppy man's face, no expression of victory, nor deep-seated hatred. His expression was indifferent.

As the sloppy man spoke indifferently, he then raised the long sword in his hand, seemingly preparing to end the serpent demon Bai Xue once and for all.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden violent fluctuation in the space beside Bai Xue, followed by a crack opening up.

This scene not only caught the attention of the sloppy man but also drew the gaze of the serpent demon Bai Xue.

A figure slowly emerged from the space rift. This person looked ordinary, with short hair, stubble on his chin, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, hands in his pockets, and a friendly smile on his face.

He wore a shabby suit, stained with blood, clearly having just been through a fierce battle. Yet, he appeared spirited, not showing any signs of fatigue despite the recent fight.

This person was none other than Yang Haoran, who had originally left but returned here due to a piece of snake scale.

Yang Haoran's appearance reignited hope in Bai Xue, who was desperate.

She had pinned her last hope on Yang Haoran, escaping here with the belief that he would save her. However, when she arrived after going through countless dangers, hope turned into disappointment, then evolved into despair as she watched Yang Haoran leave.

Now, with her strength depleted and knowing she was destined to die today, her inner despair reached its peak. She had even lost the desire to survive.

But Yang Haoran's appearance revived a glimmer of hope in her despair, reigniting the extinguished will to live in her heart.

Repeatedly subjected to such stimuli, the serpent demon's emotions collapsed in an instant.

At this moment, she seemed to have lost the ability to speak or even remember how to speak. She looked at Yang Haoran, merely opening her mouth without uttering a word or making any sound, then silently shed two tears.

Seeing the pitiful state of the serpent demon Bai Xue and sensing her faint breath, Yang Haoran's smile underwent some changes, becoming somewhat unnatural and forced.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, seemingly calming his inner emotions. Then, he removed the cigarette with his hand, exhaling smoke slowly from his mouth, gradually returning his smile to its natural state.

"How did it come to this?" Yang Haoran looked at the serpent demon, smiling as he asked.

The serpent demon, tears in her eyes but a glimmer of joy evident, didn't speak. She simply swayed her serpent body lightly, a response to Yang Haoran.

Yang Haoran didn't press further or make any promises to Bai Xue. He just withdrew his gaze from her and looked at the sloppy man across from him.

Since Yang Haoran appeared, the sloppy man's gaze had been fixed on him. He ignored the life or death of the serpent demon and didn't move to kill her.

Initially indifferent, the sloppy man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his expression becoming more serious with Yang Haoran's appearance.

He didn't launch a sneak attack when Yang Haoran looked at the serpent demon, either due to lack of certainty of success or disdain for such tactics. He simply watched Yang Haoran quietly.

When Yang Haoran's gaze shifted to him, the sloppy man spoke indifferently, "I've seen you in the video. I thought you were just a poor soul deceived by the serpent demon. I didn't expect you to be an Underworld Envoy. The newly appointed Burial Master of Lecheng Yin Division, is that you?"

The sloppy man didn't know Yang Haoran, but he recognized the title of Underworld Envoy. Judging from the power fluctuations emanating from Yang Haoran and his dense protective Yin Qi, ordinary Night Watchers couldn't reach such levels, nor could they possess the ability to tear through space. Therefore, he guessed that Yang Haoran might be the newly appointed Burial Master of Lecheng.

Yang Haoran smiled as he looked at the sloppy man, who appeared to be in his late thirties. Instead of speaking immediately, he activated his ghost eye.

After activating the ghost eye, the first place Yang Haoran looked at was the sloppy man's brow.

There were five tiny gravel-like dots on the sloppy man's brow, forming a pentagram pattern. If one were to magnify these dots, they would find that each one was actually a pentagram.

These five dots were invisible to the naked eye unless the sloppy man voluntarily revealed them or through special means, such as Yang Haoran's eye technique, the ghost eye.

Among the five dots on the sloppy man's brow, three were dim, but two were lit up, emitting a soft light constantly.

Yang Haoran shifted his gaze away from the sloppy man's brow and retracted the ghost eye. Then, he looked at the long sword in the sloppy man's hand.

The sword appeared ordinary in shape, with no apparent special features. However, what caught Yang Haoran's attention was not the sword's appearance but its blade.

The blade gleamed with a chilling light, obviously extremely sharp. Yet, on this gleaming blade, there were two mysterious stripes.

The stripes were crooked and resembled demonic script to some extent but were not exactly demonic script.

The presence of these two stripes not only didn't detract from the sword's beauty but also gave it an indescribable sense of mystery.

Yang Haoran's gaze shifted from the sword to the sloppy man's body.

Visible green light emanated from the sloppy man's body, indistinguishable in color from demonic spiritual power.

However, although they shared the same color, they were fundamentally different in nature. Demonic spiritual power emitted green light and gave off Demonic Qi. Yet, the power outwardly displayed by the sloppy man was also green, but without any trace of Demonic Qi.

This alone indicated that the power within the sloppy man was not demonic spiritual power.

Through this information, Yang Haoran not only confirmed the sloppy man's identity but also gained some understanding of his strength.

All this might seem lengthy, but from Yang Haoran looking at the sloppy man's brow, then at the green light emanating from him, it was merely a blink of an eye.

Facing the sloppy man's inquiry, Yang Haoran smiled and nodded, not denying but rather straightforwardly admitting.

There was no point in denying it since whether he was the newly appointed Burial Master of Lecheng could be easily found out with a little inquiry.

After nodding, Yang Haoran took a drag from his cigarette and spoke.

"The star seal on your brow, the demonic weapon in your hand, the star spiritual power emanating from your body— are you a demon hunter?"

With his identity recognized, the sloppy man showed no surprise on his face. After all, it wasn't strange for someone like Yang Haoran, the Burial Master, to recognize him as a demon hunter.

So, like Yang Haoran, he simply nodded without denying his identity as a demon hunter.

"Now that you know I'm a demon hunter, you should know how we demon hunters make a living. I've been staking out this serpent demon for a day, and the battle is about to end. I don't want any unexpected twists, so I'll have to ask you to step aside," the sloppy man said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Yang Haoran shook his head with a smile and spoke, "I'm sorry, but I can't step aside for this."

The sloppy man's expression darkened, his brow furrowing tighter than before.

Yang Haoran's intentions for being here were already quite clear. However, the sloppy man didn't hastily draw conclusions, hence his words.

But now, Yang Haoran's response confirmed his suspicions, leading to the change in his expression.

"If you won't step aside, then I'll have to offend you. It just so happens that I want to see how capable the newly appointed Burial Master of Lecheng Yin Division is!"