Liu Xi became famous—again.
To brave the Abyss Domain and slay Demon Emperors!
Three Abyss Demon Emperors, two Profound Demon Emperors, and even a Heavenly Demon Emperor who was driven out of the Great Thousand World—these feats forever sealed Liu Xi's legend. Not since the ancient era had the Great Thousand World witnessed such an astonishing victory.
Especially that final battle—when Liu Xi and Qin Tian joined forces and forced a Heavenly Demon Emperor to retreat beyond the world's borders—it ignited every heart across the land.
Once the surviving experts of the Northern Frontier returned, word of that battle spread like wildfire. Those who had witnessed it spared no effort in recounting what they had seen.
From the Northern Frontier, the news swept across the Great Thousand World in mere days—
Two new Demon Slayer Kings have risen!
Of course, among the many tales, one particular figure was mocked beyond measure—Maha Tian of the Ancient Maha Clan. Not only had he arrived late to the battle, but afterward, he even attempted to exploit the situation for his own benefit.
Had he succeeded, people might have grumbled behind his back but still shown him respect—after all, he was the leader of one of the Five Great Ancient Clans.
But he failed—spectacularly.
Everyone knew Maha Tian's strength. A Late-Stage Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign, only a single step away from breaking into the Saint Grade. Yet such a man had been beaten half to death by one strike from Liu Xi.
That single palm shattered more than Maha Tian's pride—it gave the world a true measure of Liu Xi's might. His prestige soared once again, while Maha Tian became the butt of ridicule.
The consensus was simple: blame yourself for being useless, not others for being strong.
And with that, all the great powers of the Great Thousand World, including the Five Ancient Clans themselves, were forced to re-evaluate Liu Xi.
He was no longer a promising junior—he was a peer.
A man destined to stand beside them at the summit.
Liu Xi's fame blazed not only across the Great Thousand World but deep into the Abyss Domain itself.
Beneath a suspended black sun, within a grand, ominous Demon Hall, several terrifying auras gathered. In the shadowed depths, one demonic silhouette after another materialized—each shrouded in dark energy that made the very fabric of space tremble.
When they breathed, torrents of demonic qi surged upward, manifesting monstrous visages behind them—each radiating boundless dread.
A low, ethereal voice echoed from the darkness. "Have you found the Flame Heavenly Demon Emperor?"
A mocking laugh answered, "Not yet. The fool was thrown into the depths of the void by two mere Immortal Grades. Who knows how long it'll take to find him again? What a disgrace!"
Another voice followed, this one heavy and grim. "The Flame Demon Clan suffered greatly this time—three Profound Demon Emperors, four Abyss Demon Emperors, and even the Flame Heavenly Demon Emperor himself lost without a trace. Those two Immortal Grades are no ordinary prey."
The first voice spoke again, calm yet filled with weight.
"Indeed. Both will become obstacles to our conquest of the Great Thousand World—especially Qing Lian. I have a premonition that he will be our greatest hindrance…"
From the darkness, a tall figure emerged—wreathed in strange demonic fire. The flames alternated between pitch-black and pure white, shifting fluidly like light and shadow entwined.
This was the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor, one of the supreme rulers of the Fiend Clans—originating from the Saint Demon Clan, the same bloodline as the Heavenly Evil Monarch who once led the invasion of the Great Thousand World.
After the Heavenly Evil Monarch had been sealed away by the Immortal Emperor, the one who continued to lead the extraterrestrial forces against the Great Thousand World—was this very Demon Emperor.
At his words, the surrounding Demon Emperors were visibly startled. No matter how impressive Liu Xi might be, he was still only at the Immortal Grade.
Yet these Demon Emperors had long surpassed that realm. Some, like the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor himself, had lived since the ancient era. Their power was terrifying beyond comprehension—there wasn't even a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign left in the Great Thousand World capable of matching him.
And yet… the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor had acknowledged Liu Xi as a threat.
A chilling silence followed before one Heavenly Demon Emperor finally asked coldly, "If that's the case, should we not seize the chance to eliminate him early?"
The Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor agreed in principle, but his tone was calm.
"There are greater powers at play. Even I cannot act rashly. However…"
He paused, his eyes flickering with demonic fire. "Accelerate the campaign to conquer the Sacred Abyss Continent. These humans are ever so righteous—set a trap so perfect that they'll walk right into it themselves."
His voice dropped into a low growl. "When we strike at Qin Tian, we'll take Qing Lian's head as well."
"Understood!"
The assembled Demon Emperors bowed deeply. The Abyssal clans had long been preparing for this invasion, studying humanity's every weakness. And soon, their next plan would begin.
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At that same moment, in the Northern Frontier, another man awoke.
On a lavish bed, Maha Tian suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils still trembling with fear.
His body had mostly healed—after all, as the Maha Clan's leader, he had access to endless resources and elixirs. But his heart… was another matter.
As soon as he awoke, he flailed his arms wildly, shouting in terror.
"Stay away! Don't come near me—!"
It took several moments before he realized where he was.
"Brother, you're awake."
A voice came from outside the chamber. The doors burst open with a loud crash, and Maha You, his younger brother, rushed in.
He hurried to the bedside, hesitating as he looked at Maha Tian's pale face. "Brother… are you alright?"
Maha Tian's eyes twitched. The image of that colossal palm flashed before him again. Fear lingered in his voice as he turned stiffly toward Maha You.
"We… survived."
Maha You nodded grimly. He, too, had felt that terror. Their clan's Mighty Maha Body and Great Maha Tribulation—both had been utterly powerless.
"That man took every spatial treasure you carried, then ignored us completely. We carried you away while he… simply walked off."
Maha Tian's pupils constricted. His lips twisted into a snarl.
"He ignored me…"
Maha You tried to comfort him. "Brother, the Ancestor has already decreed that the entire clan will search for this man's whereabouts. Once found, the Ancestor will personally suppress him—our clan's honor will be restored."
"Honor…?"
Maha Tian suddenly erupted. Chaotic Spiritual Energy exploded throughout the chamber, shattering priceless artifacts and ancient scrolls into dust.
"Whose honor? Unless I kill that bastard with my own hands, my shame will never be erased!"
"But…" Maha You hesitated, meeting his brother's blazing eyes. After a pause, he lowered his voice.
"There may be another way."
"What way!?" Maha Tian's eyes gleamed with desperate light—like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.
Maha You spoke quietly.
"Your fiancée, Qing Yanjing, has already reached the Perfect Earth Sovereign Realm and is close to breaking through to the Heavenly Sovereign Stage."
"She bears the Eight Divine Veins—the purest bloodline of the Buddha Clan. If you devour her bloodline, you could use it to break through to the Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign Realm."
"Once that happens, whether you wish to suppress or kill Qing Lian, it will be effortless. Of course, consuming Qing Yanjing's bloodline will cripple her completely and may cause friction with the Buddha Clan."
Maha Tian fell silent for a long moment, his eyes flickering coldly.
"…Let me think about it."
(End of Chapter)
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