"Everyone hopes I die? What a pity—I can't die!"
Inside an inn somewhere in the Chu Kingdom, Wei Fan spoke with Ji Qingyue for a while before putting down the waist token.
The two had not met up. He had killed too ruthlessly in this battle: eighteen Demon Venerables, including the Azure Demon King, the Xuanhe Sect Holy Son, and the Young Ape King, had all died by his hand. King-level battles had erupted everywhere, showing just how furious the demons were. They wanted nothing more than to swallow him alive.
If they could not find him, they would very likely vent their anger on those connected to him.
Under such circumstances, even though demons like the Xuanhe Sect Holy Son and the Young Ape King had been killed, the Yunhua Sect disciples could not return to their original location. If a Demon King cast aside all martial ethics and attacked ordinary martial artists, they would be finished.
The seventy or eighty thousand disciples who had fled needed to be gathered and settled somewhere new. Ji Qingyue could not bring herself to abandon her fellow sect members to seek out Wei Fan at such a time.
Nor did Wei Fan intend to seek out Ji Qingyue himself. His Martial Venerable cultivation was now complete, and he had enough cultivation power stored up. Finding a place to break through to Martial King was the urgent matter.
Once he became a Martial King, he could even seize the Xuanhe Sect's mountain gate and give it to the Yunhua Sect as a base. If he went looking for the Yunhua Sect now, he would only be unable to help much.
The demons did not dare truly launch an all-out war against humanity. Wei Fan had slaughtered so many Demon Venerables, and had even