Chapter Forty-Two: Piercing the Illusion, Demons Revealed in the Banquet Hall

At this moment, Yang Mutong felt a roar in her mind and an indescribable shock in her heart. In her eyes, everything around her seemed to lose its color. What kind of existence could naturally emit such radiance from within? Only one thought occupied her mind: she had to go and see closely whether the source of that light was human or immortal.

"Mutong? Mutong? What's wrong?" Her best friend, a girl with an oval face, noticed something was amiss. Seeing Yang Mutong’s expression frozen and her gaze vacant, she couldn't help but nudge her arm and whisper.

Yang Mutong did not respond. To her ears, all sounds had faded, leaving only that soul-shaking brilliance. Suddenly, she moved. Pushing through the surrounding crowd, she lifted her evening gown and ran toward the banquet hall entrance, toward the figure standing there.

"Mutong? Where are you going?" The guests surrounding her were confused by her sudden, erratic behavior. At such an important banquet, running with her gown hitched up looked like something straight out of a soap opera, as if she were rushing to meet a lover. The commotion drew significant attention; many guests stopped their conversations to watch her.

"Tianhe, does your daughter seem to be in some kind of situation?" Yang Tianhe, head of the Yang family, who was chatting with several old friends from the martial arts world, was alerted by others to his daughter's strangeness and turned to look.

By now, everyone had noticed the anomaly. Yi Beidou stood near the entrance of the banquet hall, wearing plain sportswear that made him look completely out of place with the environment and the guests around him. It was impossible not to notice him. Clearly, the little princess of the Yang family was rushing toward this young man, which was the root cause of her loss of composure.

Who was this young man? In an instant, the minds of those present filled with melodramatic scenarios. A story between a wealthy heiress and a poor boy? Even Yang Tianhe frowned slightly. But as a martial arts titan of Yunhai Province, he was no fool who judged by appearances. He instantly sensed something extraordinary about Yi Beidou. Standing apart from the crowd, he appeared like a god governing the world, his presence vast and insurmountable. The hair on Yang Tianhe’s body stood on end instantly.

Meanwhile, Shen Song and his four companions in the crowd saw Yi Beidou’s face, and their pupils contracted instantly.

The target had suddenly appeared here! They did not believe for a second that he had been invited to the banquet. There was only one possibility: he had followed an intuitive sense of purpose and found them. But how was that possible? They had been extremely cautious, wearing feng shui amulets at all times to mask their magnetic fields and malice, yet he had still sensed them. Not only had he sensed them, he had even pinpointed their location.

Shen Song couldn't help but recall certain legends. It was said that some masters possessed the technique of tracking a soul across a thousand miles; in a city, as long as there was someone harboring malice toward them, they would be locked onto. As the saying goes, "Three feet above one's head, there are gods," and this man was a god! To possess such divine ability while just having entered the realm of "Sainthood through the Flesh"!

On the other side, Yi Beidou didn't even look at the running Yang Mutong, nor did he care about the reason for her actions or the stares of the crowd. He locked his energy precisely onto the five figures in the hall. The feng shui pendants could mask his perception from a distance, but face-to-face, how could they hide?

Under the stimulation of Yi Beidou's intense aura, the five men’s bodies began to pop and crack. From multiple parts of their bodies, long, thin bone spikes pierced through their skin and clothing, clattering to the floor. Their bodies contained mechanisms like "Seven-Star Suppression Needles" to dampen their physical energy, which were only released during combat. Otherwise, they could not maintain their saintly bodies for long and would be overwhelmed by surging hormones, losing the ability to think rationally. They were merely incomplete, flawed products.

*Crack! Crack!*

With their physical restraints removed, the bodies of Shen Song and his companions underwent drastic changes. Their bones snapped and groaned, muscles expanded, and they grew taller, bursting through their clothes. Bloodshot veins crawled into their eyes, and their breathing created whistling sounds of rushing air. In an instant, the terrifying pressure radiating from their powerful physiques spread out. Many socialites nearby were so frightened they fell to the floor; some even lost control of their bladders. Those further away screamed and scrambled to retreat.

The scene appeared as if Yi Beidou possessed "fiery eyes that reveal the truth," seeing through the evil disguises in the sea of people and revealing their true forms. Legends were never without foundation.

Who were these guys? Yang Tianhe’s pupils shook violently again. With his knowledge, he had heard of research from international organizations. Super soldiers: using biological technology to forcibly induce genetic mutation in humans, achieving a "rebirth." They possessed a saintly body but lacked a saintly mind; such existences were often cruel, unrestrained, and would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. Yet, here in this banquet hall, there were five of them! This was an attack that could shock the entire nation, even threatening the safety of many countries. Why were these people at this banquet? Was it because of that young man?

"Pulling up seedlings to help them grow, following crooked paths—today, it is my duty to destroy these evil laws and slay these monsters." Yi Beidou’s expression was calm. As his internal energy surged and his "Heavenly Demon" physique was activated, a monstrous, terrifying killing intent swept through the banquet hall.

Yang Mutong, who was running toward him, was struck by this killing intent and snapped out of her trance, terror flashing in her eyes. Now, the colorful radiance around Yi Beidou had vanished, replaced by a terrifying black light that enveloped the entire banquet hall, turning it into a purgatory of darkness.

"Since you’ve delivered yourself to our doorstep, it saves us the trouble. Seize him!" Shen Song barked. The five of them lunged toward Yi Beidou almost simultaneously.

*Boom!* The floor of the banquet hall shattered, and the entire floor seemed to tremble under their sudden eruption of power.

*Bang!* The next moment, Yi Beidou moved as well. Before they could complete their encirclement, he was already in front of one of them—the young man with Southeast Asian features. He pushed out a palm. The immense, malevolent killing intent condensed on his hand, appearing to the young man like a light that could not be looked upon.

"You!" The playful expression on his face was gone, his pupils contracted, and every hair on his body stood up. He felt as if that palm could destroy the world and sweep away all dust. And he was merely a speck of that dust.

A catastrophe to destroy evil laws! The Heavenly Demon sweeps the world, eradicating all wicked arts. And they, undoubtedly, were the manifestation of such wicked arts!