The Double Pupils First Show Their Might

"Is anything amiss?"

The man shrouded in black robes, whom Mo Tao called Brother Chen, asked in a gentle voice that felt like a spring breeze.

"I've found fine prey, ten times better than Bai Su."

Mo Tao's gaze crossed space and time as he watched Fu Yuan slaughter in every direction. The man in ink-black robes was unmatched in valor, and his fist techniques were astonishing.

"If I can devour him, why would I need to keep avoiding Ao Jue?" As he watched the images sent back by his avatar, it was as though he were admiring a peerless beauty. His eyes burned with unconcealable desire and ambition.

"Do you know this man, Brother Chen?" He showed Fu Yuan's image to the black-robed man for him to identify.

"This era is incomparably glorious. Heavenly geniuses are as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river, and even emperor's children pale beside them. Above them all hangs Dugu Baitian, while ancient monsters are awakening below." The black-robed man shook his head, indicating that this era surpassed every golden age before it. Even the most glorious age of the Heavenly Emperor fell far short.

"Outstanding talents and monsters from every epoch have gathered in this age. You and I are merely two among them." He sighed softly. If not for that, he would not have sought Mo Tao's cooperation in hunting together.

"I can't wait to meet him." Mo Tao licked his lips, like a man starved for thousands upon thousands of years who had come upon a sumptuous feast.

"Let's hurry. I'm tired of this game of cat and mouse," Mo Tao urged. He wanted to quickly devour the White Tiger and Azure Luan, then go in search of Fu Yuan.

"We do need to hurry. Ao Jue is coming," the black-robed man agreed. His snow-white eyes held not a trace of blood-red as he searched the air for signs of Bai Su and the others.

Fu Yuan was too powerful. Barely ten breaths after Zhu Yan had been slain, he seized the Seven-Footed Black-Feathered Eagle by both wings. With a burst of strength, he tore them clean off, and black blood spurted out at once.

Agony tore through the Seven-Footed Black-Feathered Eagle's heart and lungs, nearly causing him to pass out. Most of his divine abilities lay in his wings, but now they had been torn off, leaving him without the strength to struggle.

"What a fine little chicken. You'd make a good clear-broth stew." Fu Yuan's expression was calm, his gaze cold as if covered in ice and snow that had not melted for a hundred million years, enough to chill anyone who looked at him.

His spiritual senses were extraordinarily keen, and he felt a gaze spying on him from afar.

The Nine-Headed Lion and the Heaven-Swallowing Python finally began to panic. They realized that Mo Tao cared nothing for whether they lived or died, and their opponent was a blood-soaked demon god, brutal beyond measure.

"My lord, are you going to stand by and watch us die?" the Nine-Headed Lion roared mournfully. He was immensely powerful, yet facing Fu Yuan left him feeling helpless. For a time, he even thought his opponent was not human, but a true demon.

"Master, please act and slay this demon!" Madam Snake's enormous python body trembled. She had felt nothing when the puppets and demon envoys died, but when Zhu Yan and the Seven-Footed Black-Feathered Eagle were killed by Fu Yuan, she became afraid.

"My true body is not here. Even if I act, it will do no good," Mo Tao said calmly, without the slightest ripple in his voice.

In his eyes, his followers were little different from the demon envoys of Carefree Manor: nothing more than somewhat stronger ants.

They had slaughtered tens of millions of living beings and refined a million souls alive before they could form this demon body. Had he been in the Three Thousand Worlds, he could have abandoned it without a second thought. But on the World Road, powerful enemies lurked on every side, and having more trump cards was always better.

The Three Thousand Worlds were vast beyond measure, their living beings as numerous as grains of sand in the Ganges. A single planet teemed with hundreds of millions of them. Some mighty figures of the demonic path had a particular fondness for human hearts, devouring hundreds of thousands in a single day.

Yet no one intervened, and no one wanted to. In the eyes of those lofty holy lands and ancient clans, ordinary living beings were no different from dust in the starry rivers. Some of their young were even curious about such demonic feasts and slaughtered their servants specifically to recreate them.

The number of souls consumed by a single soul-type saint weapon was far more than hundreds of millions.

Such was the cruel cultivation world. Cultivators at the bottom could only submit to slaughter, while those high above watched with cold indifference.

"My lord, you said you would take us to see the highest view!" the Nine-Headed Lion roared, demanding an answer from Mo Tao. He was an unusual breed of divine beast. Had his bloodline not fallen into decline and lost its divine abilities, he might have been able to fight and kill a True Dragon. Why else would he have followed Mo Tao?

"I will." Mo Tao smiled, his callousness on full display.

The Black-Feathered Eagle's soul was extinguished. Fu Yuan casually tossed him aside, and he crashed to the ground in a cloud of dust, landing beside his two severed wings, a pitiful sight.

While the Nine-Headed Lion was roaring, Fu Yuan severed the Heaven-Swallowing Python's body. Madam Snake transformed into an enchanting beauty with a voluptuous figure, pleading with Fu Yuan to spare her in a voice like a weeping lament.

Her tender, delicate manner was enough to melt a man's bones and numb his heart, but it was useless. Fu Yuan broke her neck by the cruelest means and killed her without mercy.

How could a monster that reeked of a foul stench possibly be called beautiful?

The Nine-Headed Lion erupted with power, his entire body blazing with golden light. He did not mean to attack Fu Yuan, but to capture Fu Feng and use him as a bargaining chip for a sliver of hope.

His nine golden heads roared in unison. Every mountain peak collapsed, the ground cracked layer upon layer, and the sound waves shook the heavens.

The Buddhist Lion's Roar had been devised by an ancient Buddha who drew inspiration from this race's divine ability.

It was a roar that struck directly at the soul. He unleashed the divine ability, intending to stake everything on a single attack and capture Fu Feng.

His fur bristled, and terrifying power filled his golden body as he bore down like a divine mountain of gold. He was fully confident that even an emperor's child would be left in dire straits by such an assault.

Unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong opponent. Fu Feng's robes merely fluttered; he showed not the slightest sign of losing focus. Shaking his head, he sighed softly. "You've got some breath."

Even while sealed by the character "Suppress," he had been able to use his soul power to stir the water and form a giant kun a hundred thousand meters long, and that had been far from his limit.

Now that he had escaped and returned to his peak, even Fu Yuan could not fully see how strong he was, much less the Nine-Headed Lion.

Fu Feng reached out with his right hand, and boundless soul power surged forth. The divine mountain of gold halted in place, and the Nine-Headed Lion was immobilized.

"How is this possible!" the Nine-Headed Lion roared in defiance. It was utterly despairing: he felt as though an entire world were pressing down on him, leaving him unable to move an inch.

"In terms of soul power alone, I'm afraid even a cultivator at the peak of Divine Fire would fall far short of you," Fu Yuan exclaimed. He sped through the air, charging at Mo Tao, the last one left.

Of everyone they had encountered since entering the World Road, only the Old Blind Man could contend with Fu Feng, and even he would most likely lose.

"Two monsters. With a soul this powerful, was he born with a saint soul, or is he an Ancient Saint cultivating anew?" Mo Tao was shaken. He had been shocked twice in a single day.

"Kill!" Fu Yuan shouted. In an instant, he was upon him, reaching out with the Star-Plucking Hand and sealing off the surrounding space.

"You can't hold me here." Mo Tao remained unhurried. His body dissolved into countless wisps of black Qi that scattered in every direction.

An avatar refined by fusing a million living souls with demonic Qi was something few could hold back if it wanted to flee.

"Flee?"

"Ridiculous!" Fu Yuan laughed. Golden light blazed as his Double Pupils opened and closed, sacred and profound. They covered a region of heaven and earth, and the demonic Qi dissipated the instant the golden light touched it.

"Double Pupils! How is this possible!" Mo Tao's avatar was horrified. That constitution was the bane of all sinister and unholy things. How could he escape?

He wanted to inform his true body, but could not. The moment the Double Pupils were revealed, this corner of heaven and earth had been cut off.

In only a few breaths, the demonic Qi was completely wiped away. Mo Tao's avatar had failed to stir up even the slightest ripple.

"Today I destroy your avatar. Another day I'll slay your true body." The young man spoke gently, as though uttering something utterly insignificant.

"Just wait!"