Chapter 822 - 816: Disciplinary Action Against Disciples, the Demon Lord’s Threat

The disciples of the Demon Lord are admittedly a bit cowardly.

However, they can sure talk pretty.

Especially now that they have a leader.

After the first disciple spoke those sweet words, the others chimed in: "That’s right! For our master, we’d die a hundred times over, but our weak strength makes it hard to accomplish anything!"

"If only we were stronger, we could truly assist our master."

"Master, we’ll definitely cultivate diligently and strive to be of help to you."

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The pretty talk of the Demon Lord’s disciples goes on and on.

Yet, not a single problem is actually being solved!

The Demon Lord is still a man of honesty!

Listening to his disciples’ pretty words, he surprisingly feels they make much sense.

Their strength is indeed too weak; if they were to be sent to the Underworld, they’d probably be wiped out by the Yin Spirit before even stepping foot into the place.

Let alone stirring up trouble in the Underworld.

The Demon Lord also realizes that his disciples’ strength is lacking.

But at the moment, he feels a bit troubled.

Those powerful disciples under the Demon Lord had long perished after undergoing various upheavals.

Now, only the lesser disciples remain, mere riffraff.

In the past, the Demon Lord wouldn’t even glance at these disciples.

Yet now, he has no choice but to reluctantly utilize these rejects.

"With such weak strength, how can we create chaos in the Underworld?" The Demon Lord rubbed his chin, plunged into deep thought.

Usually, Buddha would devise strategies.

Strategizing is not something the Demon Lord excels at.

Now, however, the Demon Lord and Buddha have parted ways.

The Demon Lord is determined to find a solution, refusing to eat humble pie.

Despite his typical indecision, he possesses a sharp wit when times are critical.

The Demon Lord has several sinister secret techniques; he can employ them to forcibly enhance his disciples’ strength.

However, using power that doesn’t belong to them comes at a price.

The price is their lives.

Every time they utilize such formidable energy, it unwittingly burns their remaining lifespan.

Once their life force is exhausted, they will turn to dust and disappear.

The entire process will be imperceptible to them.

The Demon Lord has never valued the lives of his disciples; to him, they are mere consumables.

Hence, whether his disciples live or die makes no difference to him.

As long as the goal of disrupting the Underworld is achieved, their death is warranted in the Demon Lord’s eyes.

Having decided, the Demon Lord glanced around at his disciples and asked: "Do you think you’re weaklings?"

The disciples nodded repeatedly: "Yes!"

"Our strength is just too weak, we can’t assist our master."

"We are ashamed, deeply ashamed!"

Many disciples eagerly spoke out, hoping to earn the Demon Lord’s favor.

"Correct!"

"Indeed, your strength is quite lacking!" The Demon Lord nodded, saying to the disciples: "It’s fine! It’s fine!"

"I can help you enhance your strength and make you formidable."

Enhance strength?

Make them stronger.

Under normal circumstances, these disciples would jump at the offer.

But given the current situation, no one wished to have the Demon Lord enhance their strength.

There’s no free lunch; if he boosts their strength...

They’d have to serve him by creating chaos in the Underworld.

The Underworld is the lair of the Yin Celestial Son; disrupting the place is seeking one’s own death.

Upon offering his disciples empowerment, the Demon Lord expected jubilant cheers and praises.

But contrary to expectations, silence ensued.

After finishing his proposition, all the disciples laughed awkwardly, unwilling to speak up.

At this point, no one wanted to be the prominent target!

It’s true that the Demon Lord lacks guile, but he’s not foolish!

Seeing the disciples’ expressions, the Demon Lord immediately understood their intentions.

They had been simply placating him; this bunch of cowards was afraid of dying.

The Demon Lord’s face darkened as he frowned at them, speaking with a chilling tone: "I believe you are just scared of dying and unwilling to exert effort for me."

"In that case, why should I keep you useless bunch around?"

The Demon Lord grew increasingly furious, and ultimately turned hostile on the spot.

"Boom!"

The Demon Lord’s body unleashed a powerful aura, flipping the surrounding tables.

With a mere thought, the aura materialized into giant hands, capturing the disciples within them.

"Creak."

"Creak, creak."

Before the Demon Lord’s rage, the disciples had no power to resist.

Their bones made a horrifying crunching sound under the immense force.

Continuing the pressure with the energy hands, in just moments, they’d all be crushed into pulp.

"Master, spare us!"

"Master, we’re willing, we’re willing to go!"

"Please, spare us! We will obey your every command."

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The disciples under the Demon Lord began pleading desperately, begging him to spare their lives.

At this point, they had no other choice.

Agreeing to the Demon Lord’s demands and stirring trouble in the Underworld might result in death.

But they might escape alive as well.

Yet refusing the Demon Lord’s demands would mean death at his hands now.

The first option was near-certain death; the second was guaranteed death.

The first option meant potential future death; the latter meant immediate death.

Faced with these choices, anyone with a sound mind knew what to choose.

The Demon Lord was infuriated by his unremarkable disciples and originally intended to kill them all.

But now hearing their begs for mercy and their acceptance of his demands...

He decided to spare their lives.

The Demon Lord had few disciples left.

If he killed them all, while his anger might subside, he’d have no one to command.

Moreover, these incompetent disciples merely irritated the Demon Lord, whereas...

The hatred he felt towards the Yin Celestial Son was profound!

"Hmph!" He scoffed coldly, dissipating the aura: "I’ll spare your lives for now."

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

With the aura lifted, the disciples fell one by one to the ground.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch! Ouch!"

The disciples writhed in pain on the ground, letting out anguished cries.

Looking at his disciples’ pathetic state, the Demon Lord grew angrier.

"I’ll elevate all your strength to Tier Two; you’ll head to the Underworld and turn it upside down for me."

"Fail again and I’ll flay you alive and cut you to pieces."

"Understood!" The Demon Lord roared sternly.