Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1794: Chapter 486: Almsgiving Ceremony, Freedom Heaven Devil King

With the experience the Heavenly Devil King had accumulated over the ages, three simple tricks were all he ever needed.

First trick: plant people in key positions; those positions are usually held by powerhouses—take them down, and they can exert a huge influence.

Second trick: if you can’t directly control the powerhouse who holds authority, then look downward and drag enough people into it—those backbone types that make up the mainstream.

Third trick: run.

Right now he was using the second trick, roping in enough people, using the Devil Dao major Sect under his feet as a starting point. As long as it spread, even if he only managed to drag half of Daqian into it, nobody could do a damn thing about it.

As long as the opponent hesitated, he could continue to expand his advantage, like a snowball rolling downhill.

If it didn’t work this era, they’d lie low for an era, then come out to stir things up again in the next. freёwebnovel.com

Because all their old enemies would have been outlasted and died off.

After yet more long years, with large swaths of records continually erased, the new enemies of the current era wouldn’t know much about them.

The enemy wouldn’t be able to summarize any experience, while they could; that kind of edge would just keep growing.

If not for that weird Evil Devil that shouldn’t have even existed showing up this time, how would they have ended up like this?

Even the Ancient Sea God hadn’t figured out why such an Evil Devil appeared, and couldn’t alter its appearance.

The Heavenly Devil King, for once, had a bit of ambition; he actually didn’t like being chased around like some Seven Yin King.

What he was doing now fit his expectations perfectly—at a critical time, in a critical position, exerting massive influence.

It took real technical skill and really needed his personal abilities, unlike Jiu Nian, who only knew how to charge brainlessly with a huge horde of Devils.

So, Jiu Nian’s way didn’t work—Jiu Nian was dead.

He stepped down from the throne, looked far to the east, quietly sensing his rank shards drawing near.

That traitor Heavenly Demon couldn’t seriously think that by fusing those rank shards he could actually arm-wrestle with him, right?

As the Heavenly Devil King, he definitely didn’t just rely on rank shards.

Even if he hadn’t recovered his condition from his absolute Peak, it wasn’t like anyone could just step on him twice.

To the east of the Sect’s resident grounds, Yu Ziqing was dragging Freedom Heaven along as he approached the nearby Devil Dao major Sect, not rushing to charge in.

He was also afraid the Heavenly Devil King would run again.

The Heavenly Devil King might not be that great at other things, but when it came to running, even when his strength had fallen to rock bottom, he’d still been ridiculously good.

Now that so long had passed, the Heavenly Devil King’s strength had definitely recovered a lot.

He had to be feeling pretty confident in himself; otherwise, how would he dare stay motionless even after sensing Freedom Heaven approaching?

How was that any different from sitting on his face and taunting him?

If he let him escape again this time, how the hell was Yu Ziqing supposed to keep his reputation?

After thinking it over, Yu Ziqing began circling around the entire Devil Dao resident grounds.

His feet walked over the earth, and with every step, the ground was branded with a black, oil-like footprint burning with Black Fire.

After he’d gone half a circle and reached the western side of the resident grounds, he saw Jia Shisi quietly poke his head out of the clouds and quietly drop down in front of him.

The Yang-destroying Devil’s memorial tablet sneakily poked out from behind Jia Shisi.

"That guy probably hasn’t spotted me yet, don’t let him notice, or he’ll definitely run."

"Don’t get careless. The fact that guy isn’t running means he’s recovered a lot of power. We have to go all out; we absolutely can’t let him get away." Yu Ziqing warned very solemnly.

"Relax, I—"

"Shut up already, don’t jinx it."

Yu Ziqing ignored the Yang-destroying Devil and kept moving at high speed, circling around and leaving one burning Black Fire footprint after another.

Once he’d circled the resident grounds once, he still didn’t stop. Instead, he moved faster and faster, beginning to leave the ground and walk on air.

The sky also began to fill with burning Black Fire footprints, as if stamped in midair.

Yet that power was like an illusion—only visible, with no sensing of any force at all, as if it didn’t exist in this space.

At this point, Yu Ziqing’s movements were no longer easy to hide, and inside the Devil Sect, some Devils had already spotted his figure.

The news quickly traveled back through the Sect and reached the Heavenly Devil King’s ears.

The Heavenly Devil King walked out of the great hall, eyes snapping open as his vision was pushed to the extreme; he peered through the Sect’s defenses and saw the sky beyond the resident grounds.

There were a bunch of seemingly patternless Black Fire footprints, and a figure barely considered human, looking like a hungry ghost, was darting rapidly across the sky, leaving footprint after footprint.

Just one look, and the Heavenly Devil King’s soul nearly jumped out of his body.

Shit, when did that Evil Devil leave the deep sea?

He’d just had that thought when he happened to receive the Ancient Sea God’s summon.

"That Evil Devil played a trick. The Deep Sea Strange haven’t all been caught yet, and he quietly slipped away. Be careful, he’s definitely gone to find you."

The Heavenly Devil King wanted to curse—"I’m already looking at him, and you only just noticed?"

The Heavenly Devil King didn’t even have time to bother with the Ancient Sea God; he cut off the connection directly and started thinking about what to do next.

He had no idea those two were trying to make him stall for time—afraid he’d run, but also afraid he wouldn’t run. Hanging him in between was the most optimal way to drag things out.

The moment the Heavenly Devil King saw Yu Ziqing, he threw all Great Devil prestige to the wind and immediately copied the Seven Yin King, shooting up from the resident grounds into the sky. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Planning to run first, talk later.

He didn’t think those Black Fire footprints circling the resident grounds several times were just for show; for the moment the sky was still clear, so he hurried to run.