Third on the Tang Kingdom's Heavenly Ranking.
An expert in the great grandmaster realm.
Countless people had died or been wounded beneath the Azure Shadow Sword.
Who dared act brazenly in his presence?
After arriving, Ye Qinghong chose a quiet spot, standing apart from the world.
He had not stayed there long.
His brows knitted slightly, as though something felt wrong.
Soon, he moved away from the brown rock and chose a blue-green one instead.
Only then did he nod in satisfaction.
Then he surveyed his surroundings, scanning the crowd before his gaze settled on Huang Fuling and the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King.
The three exchanged glances and nodded to one another.
Yet for some reason, the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King found the way he looked at her particularly strange.
There was shyness, anger, and shame...
Even his cool gaze seemed to ripple.
It was just like the way she looked at those Fox Enchantress Booklets.
But the problem was, she was not one of those fox enchantresses.
She shook her head, chalked it all up to her imagination, and thought no more of it.
Meanwhile, atop the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
Fang Yang was still coughing, blood gathering at the corner of his mouth before he realized it. Left with no choice, he took a handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe it away.
After barely two wipes, he caught a faint, delicate fragrance and took a closer look.
The handkerchief's shape was rather odd.
It was the undergarment from the Princess Consort's bed, which he had mistaken for a handkerchief and inadvertently tucked into his sleeve.
He hurriedly put it away, took out a spotless white handkerchief, and wiped the blood from his mouth.
He smiled down at the people below, looking too frail to withstand a gust of wind.
"When the Bell of All Life rings, all cult members gather."
"But have you come to protect me, or to kill me?"
He murmured, his voice carried in every direction by the surging astral wind.
His frail appearance soon caught the eyes of the Demon Cult's members.
The branch leaders and hall masters exchanged uncertain looks, tightening their grips on their weapons.
They were all itching to act.
"I, the Blood Rain Demon Venerable, have swept across the world for more than a decade, slaughtering countless people. I never imagined I would end up like this."
"So be it. Anyone who wants to kill me, step forward. Let me see just how thoroughly my followers and loved ones have forsaken me. Cough, cough..."
Fang Yang coughed, his body weak, displaying every scrap of his power as waves of astral wind surged.
It exposed precisely the strength of a third-grade expert.
At a glance, it seemed obvious that cultivation deviation had caused him to fall to such a level.
"The demon is gravely wounded! Kill him!"
"The Demon Venerable Pavilion's treasury holds treasures from all beneath heaven! Kill him, and those treasures will be ours!"
"My wife and I used to be as harmonious as a zither and its strings, but ever since she met this demon, she's been complaining that I'm ugly and demanding a divorce!"
"Exactly! My aunt wants to leave me too!"
"..."
The crowd seethed with righteous indignation, growing more aggrieved with every word. Many began gathering around the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
There were second-grade experts, first-grade experts, and guest elders in the master and great grandmaster realms...
They all stepped forward in silence, surrounding the entire Demon Venerable Tower.
Killing intent surged!
Before the Demon Venerable Tower, astral wind rippled!
Chapter 28: I Am Very Disappointed in You
Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!
The air trembled!
Some drew swords; others drew sabers.
Others simply pulled off their trousers and retrieved hidden weapons from inside them, sending them spinning and slicing wildly.
Then they shot straight toward the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
Their eyes brimmed with greed.
In the end, their earlier claims of hatred had merely been a disguise. What truly drove them to strike to kill was nothing more than the greed in their hearts.
Dozens of Demon Cult members descended like a canopy of dark clouds.
Some traveled through the air; lotus flowers blossomed above others' heads. All their oppressive power bore down on Fang Yang.
Fang Yang had been looking down, wiping the blood from his mouth. Perhaps sensing the surging killing intent, he raised his head.
He narrowed his eyes at the sight and shook his head.
"I really thought that once the Bell of All Life rang, those coming to kill me would be as countless as carp crossing a river. To think it's only you few little shrimp. I am very disappointed..."
Those words made everyone freeze.
An inexplicable unease crept over them.
But soon, a burst of wild laughter rang out.
"Demon Venerable, stop trying to mystify us! You really have suffered cultivation deviation, and your strength has fallen to the third grade. See this Soul-Suppressing Stone? It absorbed so much of your deathly aura that it turned black, proving your mind and spirit have been gravely wounded. Don't tell me you can fake that aura!"
"Be a good boy and die. After you're dead, I'll take care of the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King for you."
The hideously ugly Zhang Sheng sneered, clutching the black stone.
The greed in his heart reached its peak.
The instant they saw the stone, the Demon Cult members who had been uneasy moments before regained their composure.
"The Soul-Suppressing Stone changed color! This demon is doomed!"
"Kill him! Take the treasures! Take the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King!"
"..."
Gritting their teeth, their expressions savage, they closed in step by step on Fang Yang, who stood atop the Bell of All Life.
Even now, they remained under the shadow of the Demon Venerable's intimidating might and dared not act too brazenly.
Seeing their cowardice, Fang Yang shook his head. His black hair streamed as he crushed the Demon Venerable Card in his hand.
As the Demon Venerable Card shattered, a power both familiar and unfamiliar surged from deep within his body.
Darkness spread, and power awakened.
In the void behind him, a magnificent figure several dozen feet tall slowly emerged.
The figure was ink-black from head to toe, its eyes closed.
It looked almost exactly like Fang Yang.
Merely standing there, it exuded waves of icy menace that could almost freeze the void itself.
Behind the figure, four leaves spun madly, each containing a terrifying power.
"A four-leaf dharmakaya! Wasn't the demon gravely wounded? How can he still manifest his dharmakaya?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This is fake!"
"This is bad! We've been tricked! Run!"
"The Soul-Suppressing Stone can't lie! That ugly bastard Zhang Sheng must have teamed up with the demon and set a trap to fool us!"
"May that ugly bastard die a horrible death!"
"..."
Cursing furiously, they fled in all directions.
There was no other choice. Between cultivators, even a single realm's difference was like a mountain standing between them.
A Demon Venerable in the four-leaf dharmakaya realm was practically invincible throughout the Tang Kingdom. How could they possibly stand against him?
The dense crowd scattered like birds and beasts.
Fang Yang shook his head, his eyes filled with indifference.
With his black hair dancing in the wind, he spoke coldly before them all.
"You seem to have forgotten. The Demon Cult is invincible in the Tang Kingdom not because the Demon Cult is strong, but because I, the Blood Rain Demon Venerable, am strong!"
Boom!
He reached out with one hand, sinister winds gusting.
The enormous dharmakaya seized a Demon Cult member.
With a gentle squeeze, the cult member burst apart and died on the spot.
Bones shattered and blood sprayed, but this was only the beginning.
Before the dharmakaya, no one could stand.
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