Walking on Azure Clouds

The Five Palaces Sea shuddered.

The Cloud Peak Immortal Palace trembled.

The chubby White Cloud Boy flushed with excitement.

Beneath the Immortal Palace, the azure clouds finally gathered into shape,

"Who's next?" Zheng Fatty asked in a low voice as he walked among the crowd.

"Who's next?" Li Shou echoed.

Everyone he looked at avoided his gaze.

Zheng Fatty chuckled, then suddenly lowered his head and looked at Feng Ming, who had been thrown to the ground.

"Then how about you?" he said.

"No, no, I'm not suitable!" Feng Ming stared in terror, but he couldn't move.

"Do you think he's suitable?" Swallow turned and asked Liang Jiu.

Liang Jiu lowered his head. "I don't know..."

Of course, Zheng Fatty didn't care whether he was suitable or afraid. Instead, his smile grew brighter as he walked toward him, one step at a time.

Among the cultivators of the Feng and Chi branches standing near Feng Ming were his friends and blood relatives. Yet they all silently stepped aside.

They made room.

They let Zheng Fatty approach.

That corpulent figure, wreathed in the aura of death, drew near with an irresistible presence.

Feng Ming completely broke down.

"Father! Father!"

He even burst into tears. "Where are you!? Save me, save me, Father!"

But... no one would ever answer him again.

His father, who had always sheltered him and given him the best conditions and opportunities he could, had died before him.

"Damn useless trash, shut up!"

For some reason, the blood-eyed Human Demon suddenly flew into a rage and darted toward them, dagger glinting in his hand.

His expression was vicious and hideous.

"Shut up!" he snarled.

The Man-Demon of Ten Thousand Evils slowed his steps, seemingly with no intention of stopping him.

Feng Ming might die at the hands