Chapter 2 - Demonic Emperor’s Rebirth (1/2)

In the dead of night, even the moon’s radiance was snuffed out by the black clouds.

Bodies laid in a pile in a quiet part of the forest, the aftermath of a gruesome battle. The air reeked of blood drawing all kinds of wild animals to feast on their flesh.

“Ugh…”

Among the countless chomping sounds of animals, from amongst the bodies, a young man let out a groan.

Ears twitched and the animals approached the source in silence.

Thump!

With a loud sound, two corpses were thrown to the side to reveal a bloodstained figure wrestling out from the pile. The animals jumped two steps back in fright, but when they noticed he was alive, they came back with a vengeance to rob life from him.

Yet, the youth hardly noticed the imminent danger, still sat there in a daze.

“Is this… the current me?” He checked his hands as his eyes glazed over.

Awoo!

A wolf’s howl echoed as the beast sprung towards the youth.

He turned his head, his eyes shining with blood thirst from his blood stained face. The killing intent was akin to two swords stabbing into the wolf’s eyes.

Whoosh!

The wolf grounded to a halt, shivering as it curled backwards. The rest of the animals were also making a run for it when they watched those demonic pair of eyes.

Despite his weak appearance, the animals’ instinct screamed at them of the danger the youth posed.

As silence set in once again, the youth took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

His name was Zhuo Fan, fifteen years of age, a servant of the Luo clan at Cloud Manor. His life was happy and carefree, until three days ago when a band of Blackwind Mountain bandits butchered the manor. He along with some guards escorted the young master and young miss as they fled, only to find his end in this forest at the hand of their pursuers.

In his final breaths, he was filled with an obsession. It was this that drew the drifting Demonic Emperor Zhuo Yifan’s resentment and allowed the Demonic Emperor to possess him.

Zhuo Fan’s eyes flashed with demonic glee.

“Ha-ha-ha, Sword Emperor, Zhao Chen, you would have never imagined the Nine Serenities Secret Records has a way of possessing someone without the need of a soul. Wait for me, I will soon return to Sacred Domain and behead you myself. “

Only Zhuo Fan’s mad laughter echoed in the bleak forest. Even the other animals chewing on corpses were startled into fleeing.

Cough!

A sudden cough cut his raving laugher short as his eyes turned like a hawk towards the source.

“He-help me!”

Zhuo Fan rushed to it to see a Luo clan’s guard buried in bodies, with blood pouring from his mouth.

“Humph, the affairs of mortals have nothing to do with me.”