It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Chapter 746 Turning Point

Entrance to the Pantheon.

Suddenly, the dark mountain wall rippled like water, and two figures rushed out. Dorgon, carrying the confused Baker Richardson, rose into the air and stood still in the void, his brown eyes calmly sweeping over the surroundings.

He saw drones floating near Niu Mountain, used for surveillance. He also saw many descendants of Baoze stationed in the distance, beyond the reach of human sight.

They saw military personnel with real guns and ammunition blocking the road to Niushan, and saw reconnaissance soldiers lurking in the lush jungle.

Within Niushan Mountain, no movement, no intelligent creature, can escape his perception.

Niushan is still under Baoze's control, which proves that the bloodline of the Superpower Association has not occupied this place because there is not enough time.

Perhaps so. This battle could have lasted longer. The extreme masters have such long stamina that unless it's a one-sided beatdown, it's impossible to end the battle quickly.

However, the appearance of the demonic Daoist Wangchen prematurely ended the battle...

"You heretic!" Dorgon slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The physical body was annihilated, and the remnant soul returned to heaven and earth at the Daoist Conference. Unexpectedly, some souls remained in the world.

Even a centipede that has died does not stiffen.

Po Jun's idea was correct. If the demonic path had not been eradicated eighty years ago, they would have no place here today.

"But you still underestimated him." Dorgon glanced at the arm that had turned into a deep blue color, where the remains of Po Jun resided.

Without the remnant of self-awareness, it was like a newborn infant, acting entirely on instinct, and Dorgon easily suppressed it in his left arm.

Things aren't too bad... Although the Superpower Association hasn't occupied Niu Mountain, Baoze doesn't seem to have mobilized too many troops there either, which means that the battle between Baoze and the Superpower Association isn't over yet.

The Superpowered Association has managed to hold Baoze back.

Although Master Qing has "fallen," his remains were not destroyed, which is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Dorgon recalled the scene just now and was still somewhat frightened and terrified.

If that sword had been aimed at him, Po Jun's fate would have been Dorgon's fate as well.

In fact, if Li Xianyu and the others hadn't also suffered a mental shock, the demonic cultivator's sword strike could have ended this endless battle.

Dorgon's ears twitched as he heard the commotion coming from the entrance to the Pantheon behind him. Without further hesitation, he grabbed Baker Richardson and flew away.

Instead of fleeing immediately, he wandered around the Niushan Scenic Area for a while and spotted a small river.

Ice Shard and Great-Grandma rushed out of the Pantheon one after the other. After looking around for a moment, they saw Dorgon and Baker Richardson hanging above the river.

The former, like them, had already broken free from a state of mental confusion, while the latter remained in a state of mental chaos, like a drunkard who had drunk too much.

With a sharp whistle, the ice shard flapped its wings and swooped down, as fast as a streak of crimson fire across the sky.

"Hmph, just you wait!" Dorgon grinned, uttered a polite remark, and plunged headfirst into the clear river water.

Ice shards followed closely behind, crashing into the river.

Sizzle...

The river made a loud splashing sound, and the whole river seemed to boil, churning and steaming.

The cool, clear river water evaporated quickly, revealing the cracked riverbed a few seconds later.

Grandma didn't rush after them. Instead, she looked back upstream, where water was rapidly covering the cracked riverbed. But when it got within a hundred meters of the ice shards, it hissed and steamed, evaporating quickly.

"Gone?" Grandma floated in mid-air, frowning.

Ice Shard was surrounded by flames and flowing molten lava, obscuring his face, but his voice was exceptionally cold: "He escaped along the underground river."

Niu Mountain is rich in water, and its underground rivers are complex and distributed like a spider web, making it the best escape route.

Moreover, for bloodlines other than water-based ability users, underground rivers are completely unreasonable, because they are "impossible to enter" unless the entire mountain is overturned.

No, even ordinary water-based ability users can't do that.

Looking across the entire bloodline world, only Dorgon, the number one tyrant, could do that.

His water-based superpowers are unparalleled throughout history and are inherited from his own master.

Water and land are the best barriers to shield against fluctuations in the flow of Qi.

"I'm so angry! They escaped again. All that fighting for nothing!" Grandma said angrily.

"How can you call it a free fight?" Ice Shard said calmly, "We have completely reversed the disadvantage. Setting up a trap in the Pantheon was out of desperation, a plan we adopted to avoid sitting idly by and waiting for death. But even so, our chances of winning are still not high. If it weren't for the Demonic Path's Sword of Intent coming from a thousand miles away, we would most likely have been the ones to perish."

"But things are different now. Po Jun's soul has been annihilated, leaving only Dorgon and Baker Richardson."

Grandma thought about it and agreed: "That's right."

Bingzha Zi's lips curled into a sneer, the sarcastic words rising to his throat, but he swallowed them back down.

......

Somewhere underground, far from Niu Mountain, Dorgon violently blasted open a cave that could accommodate about ten people. He pressed his hands against the damp walls, draining the moisture from the soil, and the walls quickly dried and hardened.

After he finished doing all this, he finally heard Baker Richardson let out a low groan, clutch his head, and regain consciousness.

Upon realizing he was in unfamiliar surroundings, Chairman Beck tensed up, instinctively reaching out to feel around him while simultaneously circulating his energy...

"Don't be nervous, you're safe," Dorgon interrupted, lest he ruin the hiding place he had painstakingly created.

Upon hearing his voice, Baker Richardson calmed down slightly, fumbled around with his hands for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Where is my Kusanagi sword?"

Dorgon laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's with me. It wasn't taken away by Wushuang Zhanhun and his group."

What's the difference between it being in the hands of the Peerless Warrior and it being in yours?

Baker Richardson paused slightly, but maintained his composure and asked, "Po Jun is dead?"

As he asked the question, the terrifying sword strike resurfaced in his mind. He hadn't felt this kind of dread in many years. Baker Richardson recalled how, after awakening his superpowers, he was forcibly sent to the battlefield by agents of a certain superpower. Back then, he was still very weak, barely surviving amidst a hail of bullets. It was this kind of dread, a dread that came from the depths of his soul, when he faced powerful artillery shells.

They knew that in the face of such a powerful weapon, they were no different from ants.

Although the Po Jun Sovereign is very powerful, Baker Richardson does not believe that it can survive the sword strike from the demonic Daoist Wang Chen, as it only has one clone left.

Dorgon sat down cross-legged, placing the Kusanagi sword across his lap, and pondered for a moment: "You could say that the demon's sword directly destroyed Po Jun's primordial spirit. From a human perspective, he is dead."

Despite having already guessed it, Baker Richardson couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted. This was not good news. He did hope that Dorgon or the Blue Master would die a heroic death to reduce the number of opponents.

After all, we're just superficial allies; once we've dealt with the enemy, we'll have to fight a civil war.

However, the current situation is that the enemy has not been defeated, and a powerful ally has been eliminated.

How can they fight like this? Peerless Battle Soul, Phoenix, Qin Ze, and three young half-step Extreme Dao cultivators.

This has clearly exceeded the limits that he and Dorgon could contend with.

Most importantly, the demonic Daoist Wangchen is still alive and has actually chosen Baoze's side.

"Didn't Po Jun say that he had already killed the sorcerer back then? What's going on now?" Baker Richardson gritted his teeth. "With just one sorcerer, we can already admit defeat."

"The appearance of the sorcerer truly caught me off guard. In over four hundred years, he may not be the most talented bloodline I have ever seen, but he is certainly the most resilient." Dorgon sighed, his tone tinged with emotion. "He was able to rise bravely in adversity, reach the pinnacle of the ultimate path, and create the Three Talents Sword Technique. His talent was one factor, and his resilient character was the other."

Throughout history, geniuses have been like leeks, growing in one crop after another.

However, talent isn't actually that important when it comes to the level of achievement. Opportunity, environment, personality... there are too many factors to consider.

The success of a demonic cultivator requires the right timing, location, and people; it is no exaggeration to say that he arose in response to the times.

"Don't worry, what we saw in the Pantheon Palace was the primordial spirit of the demonic path, only a part of it. Its existence is not in accordance with the 'Heavenly Dao,' so it's fine for it to just linger on, but once it reveals itself, it will only have one chance to strike."

Baker Richardson's eyes lit up: "He's dead?"

Dorgon nodded.

Baker Richardson let out a sigh of relief, but a few seconds later, he slammed his fist into the ground, frustrated and angry: "Damn it, all our advantages have vanished, and they've turned the tables on us."

"Right now, how can the two of us fight against Baoze? Even with the Superpower Association as our backing, if our top combat strength is insufficient, we still can't change the outcome."

"Moreover, since they didn't manage to snatch the fruit, most of the bloodline members that the Superpower Association dispatched this time will have to stay in China."

"It's still uncertain whether I can keep my position as chairman."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

Baker Richardson pounded the ground with his fists, but he was cautious and controlled his strength, without using any internal energy.

Dorgon gagged, his Adam's apple bobbing, and spat out a wallet. Then, to Baker Richardson's astonishment, he took out a cigar, expertly trimmed the tobacco, roasted it, and lit it...

"Too young." Dorgon exhaled a puff of smoke. "You can't control your emotions at the slightest setback, feeling like the sky is falling? Regretful? Don't know what to do?"

"Surrender is definitely not an option; Baoze will not let you off the hook. If you return to China, you will face criticism from the Superpower Association. If you don't handle it well, you might even be pushed out as a scapegoat."

"The future is bleak. If only I hadn't acted impulsively and had restrained my greed, I wouldn't be in so much trouble now."

He was still cursing me and Po Jun in his heart, calling them two old monsters and two useless people with such little ability.

Baker Richardson's expression gradually darkened as he stared at Dorgon: "Is it interesting to mock me?"

"After all, we are just humans who have lived for forty or fifty years. Excluding the growth period, we only have twenty or thirty years. We have experienced a limited number of storms. In the end, we are still too young."

"Let's not talk about Po Jun. As for myself, I've spent my whole life on the battlefield, from the founding of the Qing Dynasty to the present day. I've seen all kinds of storms and waves."

"Nothing in this world really matters, not even life or death. Getting so upset over a minor setback—what great things can you possibly achieve?"

This is probably the mindset of an immortal, truly remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapses before them.

With Po Jun's fall, the situation reversed, and his circumstances were completely turned upside down.

Are you annoyed?

angry.

Are you angry?

anger.

However, emotions could not shake Dorgon's resolve. Even when he was ambushed by Qin Ze in the southern border, losing some of his remains and falling in status, Dorgon was not blinded by anger or swayed by emotions.

Run away immediately.

They quickly calmed down and continued to plan the next battle.

This is the mindset of those who live long lives.

In comparison, human masters of extreme martial arts are still too fragile mentally.

Dorgon exhaled a smoke ring: "Even if defeat is inevitable, we can simply give up the fruit. With my remains, I can still roam freely in the world. Even if I'm driven to despair, the worst that can happen is death."

Having lived for so many years and witnessed countless deaths and comings, death is no longer something to fear.

Of course you don't care. You've lived for over four hundred years. Compared to you, what's the difference between my mere forty or fifty years of life and that of an infant?

You've lived enough, but I haven't.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Baker Richardson asked in a deep voice.

"The situation is not as bad as you think," Dorgon said. "We still have a very good chance of winning."

Despite being blind and surrounded by darkness, Baker Richardson keenly sensed the high fighting spirit and excitement emanating from Dorgon's emotions.

He didn't agree with this excitement, but he could understand it to some extent.

This is the excitement emanating from someone who has lived for far too long and has finally found a challenge that gets their blood pumping.

President Baker recalled this guy's history: an outstanding military strategist and politician, but deep down he was not someone who yearned for peace and happiness.

Baker Richardson disagreed with this excitement because he was a gambler, a capitalist, and capitalists only pursue profits and the fruits of their labor.

How much is a berserker's blood and passion item worth?

"From what you're saying, there's still a chance?" Baker Richardson asked.

P.S.: Actually, I'm quite annoyed because this causes plot fragmentation and affects your reading experience, but there's nothing I can do about it.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I'll be taking a few days off for the National Day holiday. Partly, I wanted to give myself a break, and partly because the last chapter, which included a fight scene and the killing of someone at the end, was censored. This makes me quite confused about the censorship during the National Day holiday. I plan to resume updates after the holiday; nobody wants their hard work going to waste on a book for some inexplicable reason.

(End of this chapter)