CHAPTER 326: HEAVENLY DEMON’S LAST STAND

Mo Tianheng’s name had spread across the world like wildfire.

He stole countless martial arts from major sects.

He kidnapped their young geniuses during secret missions.

He even took the daughters of influential sect leaders and made them part of his sect.

Or worse, part of his personal training plans.

Everyone was furious.

The righteous sects called him evil.

The demonic sects called him unstable.

The neutral sects? Even they were scared.

"He stole our sword technique!"

"He took our saintess!"

"He humiliated our elders!"

In every corner of the world, the same question was asked:

How do we stop him?

One elder from the Pure Sky Pavilion slammed his hand on the table.

"He dares touch our legacy arts and mock us with his copies!"

A demonic sect master gritted his teeth. "He doesn’t care about rules. He doesn’t even pretend to follow our code. He’s mad."

Another sect leader spoke coldly. "He acts like he owns the world. That boy needs to be erased."

A meeting was held. It was the largest sect gathering in a hundred years.

Righteous, demonic, and neutral sides became allies.

They agreed on one thing: Mo Tianheng had gone too far.

They couldn’t defeat him alone. So they formed an alliance.

They called it: The Judgment Pact.

Their plan was simple:

Surround the Heavenly Demon Sect from all sides.

Use their best formations to cut off escape.

Send elites from every sect to crush the enemy fast.

Kill Mo Tianheng. Burn his throne. Wipe out his legacy.

"He’s just one man with a stolen throne," one master said.

"He only rose by tricks. Let’s see how he stands against ten thousand real experts."

Meanwhile, Mo Tianheng sat calmly on his black throne at the top of the mountain.

From the distance, clouds stirred, and thunder rumbled.

But he wasn’t afraid. He smiled.

"They’ve finally arrived," he said.

All around the mountain, his disciples gathered, standing in silence.

His most loyal generals stood close, weapons ready, but tense.

A young disciple stepped forward. "Master... what do we do now? Do we run? There are too many."

Mo Tianheng chuckled. "Run?"

He leaned forward, placing his elbow on the throne’s armrest.

"From what? A bunch of scared sect dogs are finally forming a pack?"

He stood slowly, stretching his arms like he had just woken from a nap.

"No. This is what we’ve been waiting for."

He looked around at his followers.

Most of them were survivors of pain, forged through blood and torment.

"We trained for this," he said. "The final hurdle. The real stage."

His generals still looked unsure. One spoke up.

"Master... they say ten thousand cultivators are coming. Even Sword Supreme is among them."

Mo Tianheng grinned wider. "Good. Let him come. Let them all come."

Then he raised his hand toward the sky and shouted, "[Heavenly Demon Rally]!"

A dark red wave exploded from his body, covering the entire mountain.

Everyone on his side felt a rush of power flood into their bodies.

Their wounds began to heal. Their strength sharpened. Their spirits ignited.

The mountain trembled.

From every cliff and tower, members of the Heavenly Demon Sect raised their weapons and shouted in return.

Mo Tianheng looked down with pride.

"This mountain is our hell," he said. "And today, we show the world who crawled out of it."

The sky above turned darker.

And the final war began.

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The enemy came like a flood.

Mo Tianheng didn’t stop them.

He let them come.

One righteous elder was charged with a sword. "[Heaven Splitter Slash]!"

Mo Tianheng smiled and blocked it with one hand.

He grinned. "You call that a slash? My harem slaps harder."

Then he used [Heavenly Demon Claw] and shattered the elder’s ribs.

Another came from the sky. "Eat this!"

Mo Tianheng waved his arm. "[Sky Shredder Blaze]!"

A black flame shot up, swallowing five enemies in one go.

The Heavenly Demon Sect was pushed back, overwhelmed from all sides.

Blood stained the mountains. Screams echoed through the air.

Inside the throne hall, Mo Tianheng stood alone.

His black robes were torn.

His throne was soaked in blood.

Swords pierced his arms. Spears struck his legs. An axe was buried halfway into his chest.

But he didn’t fall.

He stood there, body shaking, eyes glowing with golden fire.

And he laughed.

Even as blood ran down his chin, he laughed.

"Ha... haha... So this is what it takes?"

He looked around at the army before him.

"Ten thousand of you... all to take down one man?"

The cultivators stayed silent. Some looked away.

Then the Sword Supreme stepped forward.

His white robes were clean. His sword shone like silver lightning.

"You’ve stolen. You’ve killed. You’ve ruined everything we built."

He raised his blade. His voice was calm but heavy.

"Today is your end, Heavenly Demon."

Mo Tianheng grinned, teeth stained with red.

"My end?"

He smiled, wild and mad.

"No. My end was the day I crawled out of that hell pit."

He looked up at the sky, his golden eyes still burning.

"That boy died long ago."

His hand rose slowly, shaking, but still rising.

He pointed to the heavens.

"Go ahead. Kill me."

He laughed, wild and free.

"But tell your disciples. Tell your children. Tell your grandchildren."

"Tell them that once... just once..."

"There was a man who fought the whole world."

The wind howled.

His generals watched, tears in their eyes.

The enemy forces froze, unable to move.

Mo Tianheng’s smile widened.

"From a nameless farmer... to the Heavenly Demon."

He stomped the ground.

"[Heavenly Demon Last Breath]!"

A giant burst of dark red energy exploded from his body.

The mountain cracked.

The sky split.

Dozens of enemies were swept away in the blast.

Silence followed.

Only dust and broken stone remained.

Mo Tianheng’s body fell to one knee, then crumbled.

But from that day forward...

No one forgot his name.

Mo Tianheng.

The man who defied every sect.

The man who rose from nothing.

The Heavenly Demon.