On this day, a middle-aged man in a blue robe suddenly walked out from the mysterious Heavenly Demon Forest. He was dashing and refined, with an air of scholarly grace!
Having emerged from the Heavenly Demon Forest, the man in the blue robe came to a stop.
“Bastards from the Heavenly God Palace, still lurking here to spy on me, utterly courting death,” the man’s gaze swept across the distant void, and he couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.
“Impossible! I have a spatial formation flag personally bestowed by the Palace Master, tightly shrouding this stretch of space-time. Even several of the Demon Kings of the Eastern Barrens shouldn’t be able to see through it! Who is this man? How can he see through it at a glance! Could he be…”
Within that stretch of void, a cross-legged elder now paled dramatically.
“Come here,” the blue-robed middle-aged man reached out and grabbed.
BOOM!
A terrifying, immense force descended from the heavens, instantly pressing down on the elder and pulling him over. He was suspended in front of the blue-robed man, unable to move a muscle.
“You really are the Ancestor of the Eastern Wasteland Demon Race! You’re actually still alive!”
Now utterly convinced and terrified beyond belief, the elder cried out.
One must know that, with his strength, he could have fought several Demon Kings if they came, yet he was unexpectedly so completely helpless before this middle-aged man. Such terrifying power was probably only possessed by the Ancestor of the Demon Race!
“You know I’m alive, yet you still dare to come here to spy. Tired of living? Your Heavenly God Palace has been good, constantly testing my limits these past days. Did you really think I could be bullied?” The blue-robed middle-aged man said with a sneer.
“Spare me, Ancestor!” The elder hurriedly begged for mercy, sensing the killing intent from the man.
*Splat!*
The moment his plea ended, the blue-robed man reached out as if crushing an egg, directly pulverizing the elder’s body.
Then, the blue-robed man extended a finger, stained with the elder’s blood and flesh, and began writing in the void. Using the gore as ink, his finger danced with fierce speed, rapidly tracing a domineering golden symbol that exuded intimidating might.
“Go!”
The blue-robed man flicked his sleeve, sending the golden symbol hurtling through space towards the distance.
In the blink of an eye, with an inconceivable speed, the golden symbol rushed out of the Eastern Barrens, soaring all the way to the edge of the continent. Not only was its speed extreme, but it also emitted a continuous, deafening roar, shaking the heavens and causing the sky to tremble along its path.
On this day, people across the entire Primordial Continent could hear the thunderous rumbling echoing above.
“What is that?”
Many powerful experts on the continent with keen perception activated visual techniques and saw that golden symbol whistling through the high sky, struck with shock.
“That rune carries a dense demonic aura and contains terrifying demonic power. Judging by its aura, it should be from that one of the Eastern Wasteland Demon Race. To think he’s still alive and even remains in the Eastern Barrens.”
There were also many older-generation powerhouses who recognized the origin of this golden symbol, exclaiming in surprise.
Roughly a dozen breaths later, this golden symbol had traversed half the continent’s sky and arrived before a resplendent, golden and jade palace, where it exploded with a booming sound, shaking that stretch of space-time violently.
“It’s the Ancestor of the Eastern Wasteland Demon Race! I never imagined that old Flood Dragon is still alive, and by the looks of it, in good health too.”
Within the palace, a tall figure wrapped in brilliant divine light abruptly opened his eyes, emitting two sharp beams as he spoke out.
It was the Palace Master of the Heavenly God Palace!
“That old Flood Dragon has always been known as a madman, capable of anything. For now, we still don’t know his true condition, so it’s best not to provoke him. I’ll personally go and slay him once I have a clear grasp of his actual state later.” The Palace Master contemplated for a moment and spoke these words to himself.
“Pass down the order: recall all our people from the Eastern Barrens,” the Palace Master commanded loudly to the world outside the palace.
At the same time.
Eastern Barrens.
In front of the Heavenly Demon Forest, the blue-robed middle-aged man took a step forward, and his figure vanished.
A moment later.
In front of the headquarters of the Ziwei Sect.
A patch of space rippled gently, and then a figure stepped out from within – it was that blue-robed middle-aged man!
“True to the Emperor’s Path Tradition. Despite declining for such a long time, it still retains a hint of its glorious aura.”
The blue-robed man surveyed the Ziwei Sect headquarters, saying softly.
Then, his gaze swept sharply toward the sect’s surroundings.
“As expected, many fellows are eyeing the Ziwei Sect with ill intentions,” the blue-robed man sneered.
He then suddenly thrust out one hand, which continuously expanded, instantly transforming into a giant hand that obscured the heavens. It emitted terrifying demonic power, pressing down on the very fabric of space.
“Come out!”
The blue-robed man shouted, his giant hand sweeping out like lightning. He grasped several times in succession, plucking five elders from the distance and holding them in his palm as if gripping five small chicks.
“Who are you! Why are you attacking us!”
“Senior, since you’ve come to the Ziwei Sect, you must also be here for the Emperor’s Path Inheritance. The five of us are not members of the Ziwei Sect, Senior, you may be mistaken. Please release us; we will leave immediately and will not compete with you for the inheritance.”
…
The five elders were both alarmed and furious, speaking up one after another.
They assumed this blue-robed middle-aged man had also come for the Emperor’s Path Inheritance.
“Who on earth is this guy? When did the Eastern Barrens get such a terrifying expert?”
“Could it be that he’s not from our Eastern Barrens, but from another region of the continent?”
The five elders exchanged Sound Transmission messages, questioning each other.
“I am not here for the Emperor’s Path Inheritance. I’ve come specifically for you lot,” the blue-robed man stated coldly.
*Splat! Splat!*
After speaking, he clenched his fist, directly reducing the five elders to nothing, obliterating both body and soul.
“From this moment on, no one else may come to provoke the Ziwei Sect. Otherwise, this will be their fate.”
The blue-robed man spoke lightly, but when his words spread out, they carried the force of rolling thunder, shaking heaven and earth and draining them of color.
By this time, Ye Yunfei had already noticed. He left the Ancestral Temple and arrived outside the main mountain gate, looking at the blue-robed middle-aged man.
“Many thanks, Senior, for coming to our aid,” Ye Yunfei clasped his fists and said.
In truth, Ye Yunfei had already roughly guessed the identity of this blue-robed man.
“Heh, there’s no need for formalities, Junior Su Fei. In fact, I should thank you for the gift.”
The blue-robed middle-aged man said with a smile.
“Junior Su Fei is truly remarkable. The reality surpasses his reputation. None of the young talents within our Eastern Wasteland Demon Race can compare to you. It truly proves that heroes come from among the young!”
The blue-robed man scrutinized Ye Yunfei, showing some surprise as if he perceived Ye Yunfei’s extraordinary nature, and spoke openly.
“You flatter me, venerable Senior,” Ye Yunfei replied.
“Senior, please come in, so that our Ziwei Sect can fulfill its duties as hosts,” Ye Yunfei gestured an invitation.
“No need. I have other matters to attend to. I’ll visit again when the opportunity arises. Farewell for now, Junior Su Fei.”
With that, the blue-robed man turned and left, taking a single step before his figure vanished without a trace.
Quick to come, quick to go.
“Who was that fellow?” Mysterious Turtle came to Ye Yunfei’s side and asked.
“The Ancestor of the Eastern Wasteland Demon Race,” Ye Yunfei said slowly.
“It’s him! No wonder… I found his aura somewhat familiar just now!” Mysterious Turtle was greatly astonished.
“To be precise, it was a Clone of the Eastern Wasteland Demon Race’s Ancestor,” Ye Yunfei added.