I Seize Opportunities With My Life Script System

As soon as Shen Mo's words fell, the smile on Anboluo's face instantly vanished, replaced by a look of ugliness.

This was the matter he hated most being mentioned.

The Dark Demon Kingdom had originally been founded by a group of Filth Division demons and a group of Dark Division demons together.

But for reasons unknown, the Dark Division demons of the Dark Demon Kingdom were cursed, born with congenital flaws.

Compared to the Dark Division demons of the Five Saint Demon Kingdom, these Dark Division demons in the Dark Demon Kingdom advanced their demonic qi extremely slowly. They reproduced quickly, but their lifespans were short.

After hundreds of thousands of years, the current state had formed.

A few Filth Division demons held high positions, enjoying everything.

The majority of Dark Division demons languished at the bottom, like slaves.

They had to perform exhausting, bitter labor just to exchange for resources to advance.

Anboluo had once been nothing but a lowly soldier in the Dark Demon Army.

Through meritorious killing, he slowly rose step by step, finally reaching Demon Emperor.

But that was his limit.

Without sufficient resources, he could not advance further.

Thus, to grow stronger, he accepted the Filth Division's solicitation and began serving them.

The Dark Demon Army had three demon lords.

The other two seldom obeyed the Filth Division's commands.

Only he listened the most.

This time, in the Dark Demon Army's attack on Demon Valley, the legion he led charged at the very front, killing the most enemies.

It was to prove loyalty to the Filth Division.

Among many Dark Division demons, such a type earned a nickname.

Filth Dog.

A Dark Division demon who, even as a Demon Saint, served as the Filth Division's running dog.

Thus Anboluo was called the Filth Dog Saint.

Now, hearing Shen Mo's words, fury erupted in his heart like wildfire.

"Human brat, you have succeeded in angering me."

"I've decided not to eat you. Instead, I'll crush your bones inch by inch, then pull out your soul and stuff it into the body of a swine."

"So you can watch as your soulless flesh is devoured by pigs!"

Anboluo's face was twisted, killing intent soaring.

But Shen Mo pressed on relentlessly. "All you can do is vent your rage on the irrelevant."

"Do you dare strike at the Filth Division?"

"As I understand, over the years, there have been many uprisings among the Dark Division demons of the Dark Demon Kingdom. Though they failed, it was their resistance that forced the Filth Division to improve the treatment of every Dark Division demon."

"Instead of treating them as slaves as before!"

"Anboluo, you are a Demon Saint, yet you never dared to strike back at the Filth Division. I say you have been a Filth Dog so long, you can no longer shed that dog's skin!"

At these words, silence fell over the Dark Division demons in the army.

Even Anboluo's personal guards had nothing to say.

Indeed.

All his strength, yet he never struck at those who oppressed his kind.

Still a running dog, only daring to slaughter weaker demons.

It was truly shameful…

Anboluo's eyes turned blood-red. "Human brat, I will tear you apart alive!"

He roared and charged, throwing everything aside.

Shen Mo stepped back. "Senior Fu Zu, now!"

Fu Zu gave a heavy nod, both hands forming countless seals.

At the same moment, ten talismans flew from his sleeves, forming a profound floating array in midair.

"Bind!"

Fu Zu shouted low.

Invisible power surged from the array, wrapping around Anboluo like shackles.

His charging figure was forcibly frozen in place!

Shen Mo swept his hand, sending forth the World-Purifying Azure Lotus wreathed in icy-white flame, aimed directly at Anboluo's third rib on his abdomen.

That was Anboluo's fatal weakness.

Before leading the Dark Demon Army into Demon Valley, Anboluo had quarreled with another demon lord of the Dark Division in the Dark Demon Kingdom.

The two clashed fiercely, evenly matched, unable to decide victory after days of battle.

Both grew weary, and it was then that Anboluo suffered the wound to his abdomen.

Against foes far weaker than himself, such an injury was inconsequential.

Even against Tongtian Saint Realm enemies, so long as they were unaware of the wound, it mattered little.

But Shen Mo was different.

He could see Anboluo's demonic life panel.

He knew effortlessly where the weakness lay.

And he possessed the Nine Nether Ice Flame and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Flame—lethal weapons.

Plus the World-Purifying Azure Lotus, a Great Dao artifact that specifically restrained demons.

Seize the chance, and he could strike heavily, even kill in one blow.

Now Fu Zu had given him this opportunity.

Naturally, he would not let it slip.

Boom!

The lotus streaked forward.

Neither hurried nor slow, impossible to evade—its hit inevitable.

Anboluo's eyes widened in disbelief.

He watched helplessly as the lotus pierced his abdomen, exiting through his back.

The Nine Nether Ice Flame erupted instantly inside him.

Demonic qi, blood, and flesh all became fuel.

Icy-white fire spewed from his seven orifices.

Within mere breaths, Anboluo became a man of fire.

His shrill screams split the sky, echoing endlessly.

The Dark Demon Army was stunned.

The demons of the Gangfeng Tribe were stunned.

The Great Priest, the commanders, even Mo Mingyu never imagined such a sight.

Even Fu Zu was astonished.

He clearly saw the power of that strike.

Shen Mo had pinpointed Anboluo's weakness at a glance.

Thus he had confidently ordered Fu Zu to bind his foe, and then struck with thunderous precision.

Could this be Shen Mo's special ability?

Thud!

Anboluo fell from the sky.

He forced himself up, eyes filled with venom.

"Human brat… I will kill you!"

Shen Mo said nothing.

With a wave, the Platinum Dragon Fist roared forth.

In an instant, it pierced Anboluo's dying body.

His flesh was completely consumed by the Nine Nether Ice Flame.

A Tongtian Demon Saint—slain without even a trace left behind.

The Dark Demon Army quaked with fear.

Anboluo had been their leader.

They had seen him triumph in countless battles, invincible.

And now, defeated by a human!

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

The Great Priest roared in excitement.

The Gangfeng Tribe demons surged with blood, morale soaring.

All knew: with Anboluo dead, the Dark Demon Army was leaderless.

Now was the time to strike.

"Kill!"

The commanders led their troops in a furious charge.

The Dark Demon Army, bereft of direction, collapsed into panic.

Like frightened pigs and dogs, they fled blindly.

In the end, they left behind hundreds of thousands of corpses before scattering in rout.

The Great Priest and the commanders finally returned to the tribe.

The Great Priest strode before Shen Mo and suddenly dropped to one knee. "The Gangfeng Tribe thanks you, human Saints, for your aid! This kindness, we will never forget!"

The commanders and all the demons followed, kneeling in unison. "This kindness, we will never forget!"