Chapter 110: Do You Want to Become the Demon King?

The girl’s sword was simply too fast—

Rip—

It wasn’t until the sound of tearing flesh rang out, blood sprayed forth, and excruciating pain arrived… that the Duchess realized she had been slashed by Lu Mo’s sword!

So fast!

Her pupils contracted sharply in that instant.

Lu Mo showed no pause, already bringing down a second strike. The Duchess reacted immediately, defending herself with her bone whip.

Clang—

Sword and bone whip collided, letting out a clear, ringing sound.

Feeling the cold, murderous intent transmitted through the blade, the Duchess felt her hair stand on end.

This sword intent… was truly too terrifying.

The oppressive feeling it brought in this moment even surpassed that of Rumina’s spear!

The Duchess was never skilled at close combat to begin with, and had already been heavily injured in her fight with the Valkyrie. Now, unable to create distance, she was already falling into a disadvantage after just a few exchanges.

What shocked her even more was—Lu Mo hadn’t even activated her Heavenly Dominion Phenomenon!

What kind of monster was this girl?

And this killing intent, this sword intent… could a human girl truly master this?

The Duchess’s heart trembled.

Rumina, watching from the side, also looked at Lu Mo as if she were a monster.

She had always thought Lu Mo was still at the Earth Vein Realm, never imagining the girl had already reached her own level—the Heavenly Dominion Realm!

One must know, even Solaris, ranked first among the Sequence Heroes, was only at the peak of Earth Vein.

Yet Lu Mo… had already taken the lead among all her peers.

At the same time, Rumina sensed a kind of anger from Lu Mo’s sword.

She wasn’t without emotion.

Her answers were always in her sword.

This moment was no different.

The Duchess of Swift Torment was completely suppressed.

She could only defend passively.

Lu Mo’s sword tore through her flesh, even cracking the bone whip!

The Duchess’s gaze gradually grew grave, even trembling slightly.

If this continued… she would undoubtedly die.

She had to change the situation!

She quickly thought of a plan—

Drag Lu Mo into the Rain of Flesh and Blood!

That was her true domain.

The next instant, she deliberately revealed an opening.

Lu Mo’s sword slashed down heavily on her shoulder, blood spraying, even revealing white bone.

The Duchess screamed, her body plummeting downward.

Lu Mo pursued without hesitation.

And at that very moment—

A strange smile appeared on the Duchess’s face.

The cloud of flesh and blood suddenly swelled violently, transforming into two ferocious, giant hands behind Lu Mo!

“Watch out!”

Rumina was about to intervene but was blocked by a sudden onslaught of corpse beasts.

The Duchess of Lingering Wounds sneered, “Don’t get distracted during a fight.”

The next instant—

Two figures plummeted simultaneously into the Rain of Flesh and Blood!

The Duchess took a deep breath of the corrupt air, an expression of intoxication appearing on her face.

“Returning to one’s own Heavenly Dominion Phenomenon… feels absolutely divine.”

Her injuries rapidly healed.

Flesh and blood squirmed madly.

She looked Lu Mo over again and sneered, “You’re far stronger than that girl I almost killed before.”

“Killing you… will be much more satisfying.”

Before her words even finished—

She suddenly froze.

Because she sensed an… even more ominous aura.

Darkness slowly spread along Lu Mo’s right arm.

The Rain of Flesh and Blood and its corrosive power actually trembled and began to disintegrate at this moment!

A pitch-black sword, hovering between illusion and reality, slowly coalesced.

A terrifying demonic majesty erupted from it as the center!

Like royal authority!

Like a tyrant!

The bloody rain churned, on the verge of collapse.

The dark power gathered above the girl’s head, forming a crown of thorns.

She was clearly human.

Yet she radiated a pressure that suppressed demonkind.

The Duchess of Swift Torment… began to tremble.

As if facing an ancient monarch.

“You… what are you…”

Her voice trembled.

But before she could finish—

Lu Mo had already torn through space, appearing before her.

The pitch-black sword descended with a thunderous crash!

Crack—

The bone whip shattered on impact!

The weapon once bestowed by the Demon King… was utterly destroyed at this moment!

The sword’s momentum did not diminish—

Shattering the palm!

The Duchess screamed.

She tried to heal the wound—and failed.

The injury seemed to have been completely erased, impossible to regenerate!

Fear spread wildly in her eyes.

The nature of the battle… had completely changed.

It was no longer a fight.

It was—an execution.

Lu Mo’s figure flickered within the bloody rain.

Every sword strike landed with precision.

Tearing flesh.

Severing bone.

Destroying will.

Rip—

An arm severed!

Rip—

The chest cavity collapsed!

Rip—

Half her face, along with an eyeball, exploded!

Like a tyrant judging a criminal.

In the Duchess’s final moments of consciousness, only fear remained.

She even felt—

Lu Mo was more terrifying than the Demon King.

The next instant—

Rip—

The sword pierced through her throat.

She couldn’t even scream.

Her mutilated body fell to the ground.

Kneeling in a pool of blood.

Lu Mo walked over, step by step.

Raised the sword.

Brought it down.

The head rolled away.

The Duchess of Swift Torment, fallen.

Pitch-black flames rose, incinerating the corpse and the bloody rain together.

In her mind, the woman’s voice sounded, “Not going to devour her power?”

“That’s Heavenly Dominion power.”

Lu Mo replied coldly, “Unnecessary.”

“Everything about her… should not exist.”

The woman chuckled, “A perfect execution.”

“You’re becoming more and more like a tyrant.”

“Do you want… to become the Demon King?”

Lu Mo did not respond.

She withdrew her power, picked up the head, and returned to the cloud layer.

Above the sky, the battle still raged.

The Duchess of Lingering Wounds was mocking, “That genius… surely she’s already dead?”

Before his words finished—

“The Duchess of Swift Torment?”

The girl’s voice interrupted him.

From within the clouds, Lu Mo emerged.

She raised her hand.

In it—was a dripping head.

“Were you talking about her?”

She spoke plainly.

Then, she tossed the head down.

And crushed it underfoot!

“A Demon Duke… is nothing more than this.”