Dashing Student
Chapter 1400: The Final Moment
The Horse Demon’s head flew high, its large eyes still filled with disbelief.
Chen Nan sheathed the Sword Chenyuan, skillfully extracting the Demon Core from the Horse Demon’s body, and kept it for himself. He then placed the Horse Demon’s corpse into the Blood Gourd.
He hadn’t expected that where the Horse Demon had died, a crimson flame was quietly burning, completely different from the surrounding flames.
"This is..."
"Liaoyuan Fire, ranked thirty-second among the Heaven and Earth Spirit Fires. It seems this Horse Demon subdued it with its Innate Divine Ability, only for you to acquire it now."
The Divine Calculator appeared in front of Chen Nan at some point, staring at the crimson flame with familiarity.
"Ranked thirty-second? Well, better than nothing."
Chen Nan was a bit stirred, but thinking of enhancing the power of the fused Spiritual Fire, he still kept it, and with the Devouring Spirit Technique, he instantly refined it, merging it into his Fire Spirit Root.
He could feel his Golden Core expanding a bit, his cultivation advancing somewhat, but now refining this level of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects no longer greatly boosted his cultivation.
Moreover, the Taotie Technique too was that way; killing a Seventh Level Golden Core Realm Horse Demon yielded less cultivation than diligent training.
Evidently, he needed to hunt cultivators with higher cultivation for it to work. The Taotie Technique’s appetite was growing larger.
Aside from that, the Horse Demon left nothing else behind; evidently, within the Demon Clan, it was also a pauper, not even having a storage bag.
Seeing Chen Nan dismiss Liaoyuan Fire, the Divine Calculator’s eyes widened, and he lamented, "If you don’t want it, give it to me. I won’t mind!"
"Dream on!"
Chen Nan snorted coldly, then urged, "Hurry up, more of the Demon Clan might come soon. Let’s quickly move ahead."
"Heh, leave it to this Daoist!"
This time, the Divine Calculator didn’t delay either; after all, there were higher-level Demon Clan corpses ahead. After searching through the Demon Clan corpses here, the two swiftly flew forward.
...
Dragon Fall Island, a large island suspended overseas, also chosen by the Righteous Alliance and the Demon Sect as the burial ground for the Demon Clan, which remained unaware.
At this moment, the Demon Clan, with over a hundred Nascent Soul Realm Demon Kings and thousands of Golden Core Realm Great Demons, arrived at Dragon Fall Island, blotting out the sky, a massive wave of demon qi surging high.
They drove the human cultivators here from different directions, and then gathered in one place, their overwhelming presence alone striking fear into hearts.
The human cultivators who managed to escape to Dragon Fall Island, aside from those Nascent Soul Realm Masters, were formidable Golden Core Realm experts; yet, upon witnessing this scene, they couldn’t help but feel their scalps tingle.
Many cultivators began to tremble; their Nascent Soul Realm cultivators numbered no more than about ten, far fewer than the Demon Clan.
The main issue was the Demon Clan’s attack was too sudden this time, perfectly timed when their Righteous Alliance and Demon Sect were at each other’s throats.
The Nascent Soul Realm cultivators on both sides had fallen for the most part, and even more Nascent Soul Realm cultivators refused to get involved in the Righteous Alliance and Demon Sect’s conflicts, choosing to seclude themselves, allowing the Demon Clan to exploit a gap.
For the first time, Demon Sect cultivators and Righteous Alliance cultivators shared a common enemy.
Such peculiar scenery, Righteous Cultivators and Demon Cultivators joining forces in the East Sea, an unprecedented event; temporarily laying aside their enmity, even so, they were far from being the Demon Clan’s match.
"It’s over, we’re really done for now!"
"We’re destined to become the Demon Clan’s blood meal..."
"Someone save us..."
Some spineless ones immediately knelt down, while some principled cultivators, under the immense pressure of the Demon Clan’s formidable presence, still refused to bow their heads, determinedness in their eyes.
Right at that moment, a gap opened in the "black cloud" in the sky, and dozens of mountain-sized demons rose into the air, together carrying a throne made of bones and gold on their backs.
Amid swirling clouds and mist on the throne sat a figure; upon his arrival, all Demon Clan members bowed their heads.
The lord of the Demon Clan was called "Great Saint," commanding all demons, and the choice of the Demon Clan Great Saint was straightforward and brutal: whoever was strongest.
The Demon Clan revered the strongest more than any other race.
Sitting on the throne was the chosen lord of the Demon Race, Great Saint Ao Hao, the strongest of the Jiao Long Clan, and the mightiest of the Demon Clan.
Ao Hao appeared to be an elderly man with white hair but exuded deep majesty. At this moment, he opened his eyes indifferently and looked coldly at the human cultivators below.
His gaze quickly focused on Jiang Wuyue and Tu Wanshan.
"Old friends, long time no see!"
Tu Wanshan and Jiang Wuyue flew up into the sky, both appearing somewhat disheveled.
"Ao Hao, you’ve really gone to great lengths for today’s grand show." Tu Wanshan snorted coldly, his eyes icy.
He had known Ao Hao since ten thousand years ago, when Ao Hao was just a prodigy of the Jiao Long Clan, and Tu Wanshan was yet to become the Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect.
Back then, perhaps they hadn’t imagined that one of them would become the Great Saint of the Demon Clan, and the other the Master of the Demon Sect in the distant future.
Jiang Wuyue snorted coldly, "Ao Hao, have you brought out all of your Demon Clan’s hidden forces this time? Seems like you wish for a fight to the death with us."
Ao Hao raised his eyebrows, slowly stood up, exuding an intimidating majesty, his gaze like lightning. Wherever his sight passed, the demons lowered their heads, showing absolute control over them.
Finally, he looked at the two old friends ahead, with mockery in the corners of his mouth.
"A fight to the death? You are no longer qualified to speak such words to me. Now you are nothing but stray dogs, and the East Sea is about to fall into our Demon Clan’s hands!"
"For this day, we have secretly amassed our Demon Clan’s power for a millennium, and now it’s finally coming to fruition!"
Even Tu Wanshan felt unwilling to interrupt this old Jiao Long, snorting coldly, "Do you really think you can devour us as you please?"
"Just a bunch of defeated soldiers!" Ao Hao sneered, "Do you want to tell me that all of this was your plan? There’s nothing more ridiculous than that joke!"
Around them, the Demon Kings burst into laughter, but upon seeing the composed expressions of Jiang Wuyue and Tu Wanshan, Ao Hao’s heart grew colder, and his face became increasingly solemn.
"A joke?" Jiang Wuyue looked at Ao Hao with a sympathetic gaze, "Haven’t you realized that your entire Demon Clan has emerged, yet you’ve killed few of our Nascent Soul Realm experts?" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
"That’s because your Nascent Soul Realm experts are almost all dead!" Ao Hao shouted angrily, unwilling to admit the terrifying suspicion in his heart.
If true, then he was leading the Demon Clan to their doom.
Tu Wanshan gently shook his head, "No, they have merely hidden themselves."
"Hidden, waiting to deal your Demon Clan a fatal blow!"
As the words fell, a grand array suddenly spread across Dragon Fall Island!