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nTranslator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

n“Ahh!” The blood-red crystal suddenly turned into many distorted tentacles, piercing into the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears of the Feng Family Master.

n“Old Demon, what are you doing?!” one cultivator of the Feng Family beside him yelled and condensed his spiritual essence to hack toward the tentacles like a sharp blade.

n“You want to kill us after using us?!”

n“What are we doing?” On the side, Shui Xianyun showed a wicked smile. “Can’t you pay this little price for what you want?”

n“Feng Jue, don’t move!” The old man’s white hair was swiftly turning black while his appearance gradually got younger until he looked to be only about 40 years old. The gloomy ghost-like aura that was well hidden grew tremendously strong!

n“Family Master… You…” When Feng Zhengyi turned, that cultivator saw his eyes emitting evil light which didn’t belong to humans!

nFeng Zhengyi opened his fingers, and a horrifying suction force came out of his palms. Then, a series of shrills sounded, and that cultivator soon turned into a dry corpse as if his bone marrow had been sucked out before falling from the sky.

n“Hahahaha!” Sensing the surging strength in his body, Feng Zhengyi raised his head and laughed, “Nanhua Faction, Haoran Faction, and Yimu Daoist Faction! You’re all garbage! My lord, you don’t have to show your hand and waste energy; I think with my current strength, I can deal with these garbage factions for you!”

n“Then, you can show us what realm your strength has reached, Feng Family Master.” Shui Xianyun licked her bright red lips like a seductive beautiful snake.

n– In the Yimu Daoist Palace –

nTianxu Daoist stood at the foot of the mountain with some elders and elite disciples and watched the surging red clouds!

nTianxu Daoist looked grim. “The demon mountain of our Yimu Daoist Palace was destroyed; the Nanhua Faction and the Haoran Faction were both conquered as well, and their disciples and elders became this demon’s minions. The situation looks even worse than the catastrophe 1,000 years ago!”

n“I’ve sent messages to the other factions and families. Despite the suddenness of this crisis, the core disciples and masters of Nanhua Faction and Haoran Faction have escaped intact. We can still rally and fight with this demon!” the middle-aged Daoist beside him said.

n“Junior Brother, you’re right. Now, activate the grand protective array while we wait for the back-up!”

nAt his order, the central mountain of the Yimu Daoist Palace suddenly emitted a faint layer of golden light mingled with flowing flames. A gust of black mist crashed onto the golden light and turned into black smoke before vanishing with high-pitched hissing noises.

n“Old Tianxu!” A voice resonated in the sky, “Do you think I can’t deal with you while you hide inside like a turtle?”

n“Feng Zhengyi?!” Astonished, Tianxu Daoist looked at the guy standing in the sky with his black hair fluttering in the wind; the latter had lost his celestial look, and it was replaced with an intense gloomy and evil presence.

n“Feng Family Master, even you were lured by them and became that demon’s minion?” Tianxu Daoist looked terrified since Feng Zhengyi had a high cultivation strength, and the Feng Family’s power was very close to that of the major factions.

n“Lured?” Feng Zhengyi said with a sneer, “Don’t put me in the same category as those morons.”

nWith a shrilling roar, seven distorted pitch-black souls flew out of his body.

n“Yin Demons?!” Tianxu Daoist’s expression changed drastically. “The rumor 200 years ago is true! Your Feng Family has indeed been refining Yin Demons by using the blood ritual!”

nFeng Zhengyi raised his head and laughed wildly. “Only Yin Demons? Look carefully!”

nWith a roar, Feng Zhengyi’s body distorted and extended until his face no longer looked like a human’s, and two points on his forehead bulged slightly as if something was trying to get out.

nWith his face wicked like a ghost, Feng Zhengyi pointed his sharp and thin finger forward, and the Yimu Daoist Palace’s grand protective array was instantly pierced with a pitch-black crack!

nFeng Zhengyi silently flew in and contemptuously looked at the cultivators gathering in the Daoist palace. “This is power. Do you see that?”

n“This… isn’t your power!” Tianxu Daoist said in horror, “What power is this?!”

n“It’s my power!” A horrifying demonic face appeared from the dark clouds in the sky. “The power of my kind is beyond your imagination, Ants! You can choose to submit to me just like him or you can choose to die!”

nTianxu Daoist laughed bitterly and said, “Longmu Ancestral Master, the senior of our Yimu Daoist Palace, suppressed demons like you at the price of his life. How can you expect me, Tianxu, to serve the demon?!”

n“You are seeking death!” With a chilly light in his eyes, Feng Zhengyi waved his wide sleeve, and many horrifying corpses swarmed toward the remaining cultivators in Yimu Daoist Palace like ocean waves. At his order, the huge corpse army and the seven evil and distorted Yin Demons charged at the cultivators while roaring.

nIn the blink of an eye, the damaged array was totally destroyed, and the Daoist palace collapsed. Hundreds of cultivators inside the ruined palace looked fearful facing the army of demons.

nShortly, they were knocked down, and some of them even got turned into demons by the invasion of intense demonic energy under this suppressive atmosphere.

n“Excellent!” Shui Xianyun clapped her hands and chuckled. “Feng Family Master’s strength is indeed great. Saint Lord will be pleased.”

nFeng Zhengyi looked contemptuous. “They are just a group of mortals and can’t understand the holy power from the lord!”

n“Now…” He directed the most powerful ones of his seven Yin Demons toward Tianxu Daoist. “Old Tianxu, since you don’t submit to us, you must go to hell!”

nWith horrifying screams, several distorted ghosts dashed toward Tianxu Daoist while roaring.

nMeanwhile, a layer of black-and-white light lit up around Tianxu Daoist, blocking these powerful Yin Demons. However, Tianxu Daoist retreated several steps, and his face turned pale.

nWhile stumbling back, Tianxu Daoist looked at Feng Zhengyi in horror. “Your strength has increased so greatly!”

n“You won’t be so lucky next time!” Feng Zhengyi sneered and chanted a spell. Then, all the Yin Demons dashed toward Tianxu Daoist as if they had gone mad.

nHowever, in the next moment, pale-faced Tianxu Daoist wiped off the blood by his mouth and said viciously, “I’ll fight you to the death!”

n“Yimu True Flame! Level 11!” Tianxu Daoist yelled in fury.

n“Level 11? You’re bluffing!” Feng Zhengyi snickered. “Yimu True Flame has only ten…”

nBefore he could finish, Tianxu Daoist gritted his teeth and activated his spiritual essence while his hands waved in the air. One, two, three… Suddenly, many orange-red flames appeared. “Yang Flame!”

nThe Yin Demons that Feng Zhengyi had refined and created with great efforts ran into the orange-red flames and instantly shrilled; they were covered in these flames!

nThe flames quickly spread out and engulfed Feng Zhengyi like a huge net!

nEven the air in the net began to burn; the horrifying high temperature turned everything into ashes!

nEven Feng Zhengyi’s horrifying demonic power that he sent out was melted continuously!

nFeng Zhengyi’s expression changed while he yelled in horror, “This is not Yimu True Flame!”

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