Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 526 - 527: Turmoil (Part 2) [1/2]

Boom!*

Accompanied by a deafening roar and a terrifying gust of wind, the laughter in the square abruptly ceased.

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, the purple-haired man, who was supposed to be easily kicked out by Borulov’s subordinate, punched the subordinate face with lightning speed. He violently sent him flying hundreds of meters, turning him into a nauseating pile of mush on the spot.

This scene dumbfounded everyone. They couldn’t understand how a man with only fourth-level cultivator could kill a seventh-level with a single punch, let alone produce such a terrifying aura.

However,

when the purple-haired man began to unleash a strange dark purple light, and a surge of Shadow Power rolled over everyone like a tidal wave, they seemed to understand the situation.

"He...he...he’s Abyssal Demon?!"

This conclusion spread like a virus in everyone’s minds.

The alarm that sounded after detecting the Shadow Power confirmed everyone’s thoughts.

"Demon Kings disguised as humans hiding in human society are not that rare" said the purple-haired man nonchalantly. His words filled with Shadow energy floated into the ears of Borulov and everyone present, instantly changing their expressions.

As he spoke,

the eyes under the mask of the purple-haired man, glowing with a dark purple light, leisurely swept across the crowd whose faces had turned pale.

In an instant,

as if to intimidate everyone, a terrifying Demon King aura roared out within him like a beast breaking free from its chains.

Dark purple light continuously poured out from him, mingled with violent black thunder, and vaguely gathered behind him into a huge figure clad in armor.

A super intense pressure came down from the sky, messing with everyone’s heads. The pressure was so heavy that people were sweating buckets. A really nasty feeling spread out, driving everyone crazy. People were almost losing it because of this dark purple energy hanging in the air.

Staring intensely at the purple-haired man in front of the podium, people began to retreat in unison.

Most of the people in the square were students from Luminous Academy. Although those who could enter this academy were one in ten thousand geniuses, these geniuses were merely inexperienced youngsters. They had very little experience in directly confronting Abyssal Demons.

Ordinary Demons were already nerve-wracking enough,

let alone an Abyssal Demon of the Demon King level, whose aura and power were incomparable to ordinary beings...

The aura that the purple-haired man exuded unsurprisingly triggered the most primal fears in these students. This fear spread like a virus through the crowd at a rapid pace.

"Abyss...Abyssal Demon?! Run...Run...Run!!! What are you standing there for?! Run!!!"

It wasn’t clear who started it, but after someone let out a terrified shout, the crowd at the venue began to lose control. Panicked screams filled the square as everyone started to scatter, forgetting all manners and decorum in their desperate bid for survival. The sounds of stampeding feet, magical explosions, and rumbling filled the air.

Not only students but also many teachers and security forces responsible for square safety were scattering in all directions, forgetting their duties in the face of the terrifying aura that the purple-haired man had emitted.

Only a few teachers and guards could barely withstand the pressure the purple-haired man deliberately released and were doing their best to evacuate the surrounding crowd. Within a matter of seconds, the once orderly venue was a complete mess.

As for the fleeing crowd, the purple-haired man showed no reaction, simply scanning his surroundings indifferently. For these people, who were of no importance and didn’t even dare to attack him, he couldn’t muster any emotion.

Ignoring Borulov, who stood in front of the podium, the purple-haired man’s eyes quickly focused on Mengxi and the Dragon Heart behind him. The killing intent in his dark purple eyes was chilling, making Mengxi shiver with just one look.

The silver-haired girl clenched her lips tightly. Without a doubt, even without showing his full power, Mengxi could confirm that this purple-haired man who had suddenly burst onto the scene was stronger than any opponent she had faced before. Even the high-stage level 8 Wilt, the leader of Divine Punishment Church couldn’t compare...

Their powers were not on the same level at all.

"Sword Demon... didn’t he disappear for decades? Why show up now?"

The holy aura within the silver-haired girl began to surge due to her trembling emotions. Vinarola, the Headmaster standing next to her, tightened her grip on her staff after ordering the evacuation of the crowd. She stood in front of Mengxi.

There was no doubt that after feeling the aura of the purple-haired man, Vinarola had completely given up on the possibility of fighting him. Against this monster from legends, she knew she was no match. Anyone below the eighth level would be walking into certain death facing this guy.

She wanted to get Mengxi out of there as soon as possible, but the piercing gaze of the purple-haired man had her lips sealed and kept her frozen in place. Intuition told her that if she activated her powers to flee with Mengxi, this monster would immediately rush over and tear them apart...

While Vinarola was hesitating and at a loss, Borulov, who was also standing on the podium, couldn’t help but show signs of fear despite being an eighth-level like the purple-haired man. The aura of the Sword Demon, filled with oppressive terror, was too familiar to him. Although the man in front of him looked different from the monster who had destroyed the Void Spirit Tower and killed its guardians with a single sword strike, the aura was strikingly similar, confirming his identity.

"Sword... Sword Demon..."

The humiliation he felt from being crushed by the Sword Demon years ago, and the feeling of helplessness from watching the Void Spirit Tower get destroyed, once again filled Borulov’s mind, making the Grand Sorcer of the Empire tremble.

However, he soon managed to suppress his fear.

After all, over the years, he had studied several techniques specifically to counter the Sword Demon. His own strength had also increased considerably.

"He... he hasn’t unleashed his full strength yet..."

Borulov concluded after carefully sensing the purple-haired man’s aura. Although the current aura was overwhelmingly oppressive, it was nothing compared to what he had felt during the defense of the Void Spirit Tower.

Could it be that the Sword Demon had been injured in the past and hasn’t fully recovered, which is why his aura is so much weaker now? Borulov took a deep breath and quickly made this judgment.

Taking advantage of the Sword Demon’s injury and before he could use his full strength, Borulov might have a chance to take his revenge. Even if he couldn’t kill him, he could at least inflict a severe injury to wash away his past shame.

With this thought, Borulov mustered new courage. The fear in his red eyes was suppressed, and a warlike intent began to emerge.

In short, he felt he could do it.

"You damned demon, this is the imperial capital Anvika! Not a place where you can act recklessly! As the Grand Sorcer of the Empire, I absolutely cannot allow you to act so recklessly!"

Roaring, Borulov unleashed all his magical power and raised his staff, pointing it at the purple-haired man, even though the latter hadn’t paid him any attention.

"Let me show you the results of my hundred years of cultivation! [Soul Domain - Scorching Earth]"

Pierre : "Huh???"