After the earth-shattering roar, the golden ocean remained.
The Wu-surnamed cultivator below was bleeding from all seven orifices, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness, staring intently at the immortal-seeking incense held high, muttering prayers under his breath.
“Righteous aura…”
The White Tiger Holy King frowned slightly, looking at the gathering golden ocean below, his expression turning grim.
“Senior, what do we do now?”
Mo Fan furrowed his brow, also sensing that the situation before them was not easily resolved.
He hadn’t expected this so-called righteous aura to be so formidable that even the White Tiger Holy King struggled to break through it.
“This is the righteous aura of all the scholars in the Southern Border, carrying the might of heaven and earth. It’s indeed difficult to handle, but… if I kill all the scholars in the Southern Border, this righteous aura will become rootless and collapse on its own!”
The White Tiger Holy King sneered, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
His words shocked Mo Fan deeply.
Kill all the scholars in the Southern Border?
Mo Fan’s mind suddenly flashed with images of the Fang family’s private school in Pingyao Town…
Would they all die by the White Tiger Holy King’s hand?
Mo Fan stood frozen, about to speak, when he saw figures emerging from the White Tiger Holy King’s body, flying in all directions.
These beings, shrouded in black mist and exuding a ghostly aura, Mo Fan had heard Kong Shan call “ghosts.”
Their purpose was all too clear.
The White Tiger Holy King truly intended to slaughter all the scholars in the Southern Border!
“Senior, you…”
Before Mo Fan could say more, the White Tiger Holy King swept him up and soared into the sky.
“Little toad, come. I’m taking you somewhere!”
“Where?”
“The highest mountain of the human race!”
As the White Tiger Holy King spoke, Mo Fan felt a sudden dizziness, as if his entire body was being stretched infinitely.
This time, he could clearly feel the White Tiger Holy King’s speed was countless times faster. The mountains and rivers below blurred, and the clouds above seemed to shift like stars.
In an instant, when Mo Fan came to, he saw a dilapidated Taoist temple.
The temple’s gate was wide open, its tattered signboard above bearing no words, only a sword mark.
As Mo Fan looked at the sword mark, his mind reeled. Looking up again, he saw a massive inverted mountain suspended in the air, a startling sword intent rising from it, slashing toward him in an instant!
“This is…!”
Mo Fan’s pupils shrank, the familiar scene filling him with dread.
Just as the sword intent was about to tear him apart, the scene before him shifted back to the dilapidated temple.
“I forgot to tell you, this isn’t a place a little toad like you can just stare at.”
The White Tiger Holy King spoke softly, then looked at the temple, a cruel smile curling his lips. In a low voice, he said, “White Little Su of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains comes to test the skills of fellow Taoists!”
With that, he walked straight into the temple without waiting for a response.
Mo Fan instinctively wanted to follow, but the White Tiger Holy King’s voice echoed in his ears, “Little toad, stay here. No matter what happens, don’t set foot in this temple, or even I can’t save you!”
Hearing this, Mo Fan’s heart jolted, and he stopped in his tracks, subconsciously stepping back, not daring to move forward.
Then, he watched as the White Tiger Holy King entered the temple.
“Clang!”
The moment the White Tiger Holy King stepped inside, the open temple gates suddenly slammed shut, as if an invisible maw had swallowed him whole.
This eerie scene made Mo Fan slightly nervous.
He feared the White Tiger Holy King had fallen into a trap, or worse, might die here.
Though he didn’t know what this temple was, the terrifying sword intent on the signboard alone hinted at its profound foundation. This was the first time the White Tiger Holy King, after breaking through to the Demon Saint realm, treated a place with such seriousness.
An hour passed before the nameless temple’s sealed gates opened again.
The White Tiger Holy King strode out with a commanding presence. Seeing Mo Fan approach, he smiled, “Come, join me for the final journey!”
With a wave of his hand, he swept Mo Fan up and vanished from before the nameless temple.
“Senior, didn’t you just fight someone? Why was there no sound?”
“Because that temple is extraordinary, containing its own small world.”
“Did you win?”
“You could say I did.”
“So you slaughtered the entire temple?”
“I only defeated one person. Why would I kill them all?”
“Fair enough… I recall you said this temple is the highest mountain of the human race. It doesn’t seem like much now, unable to even defeat you!”
“With this return, Senior, you should be the emperor of our demon clan, and our clan should rise!”
“No, I won’t have that chance…”
“Little toad, after this, you should leave!”
“Senior, what are you saying? Why does it sound like a last will… Don’t scare me!”
Mo Fan suddenly snapped back, sensing something unusual in the White Tiger Holy King’s words, his heart filling with worry.
The White Tiger Holy King had just destroyed two human strongholds and now went to the highest mountain to challenge them. If he suddenly died, Mo Fan couldn’t imagine how ferocious the human race’s retaliation would be…
Why would the White Tiger Holy King say such things out of the blue?
What did he mean by no chance?
“For the sake of you being a rare species of our demon clan, this saint will forgive your reckless words this time.”
The White Tiger Holy King’s face was cold, clearly irritated by Mo Fan’s words.
“Cough, cough… Thank you, Senior, for your magnanimity!”
Mo Fan coughed awkwardly, realising his words were inappropriate.
“Mo Fan, oh Mo Fan, how many dishes have you eaten to get so full of yourself?
Did you really think Senior White Tiger Holy King would treat you like a son, uncaring of anything?
To dare say such suicidal words to a Demon Saint… Has your head been squashed by a door?”
Mo Fan mocked himself inwardly, quickly recognising his place.
Soon, the two demons returned to the Blackwater River.
With a point of the White Tiger Holy King’s finger, Mo Fan was flung backward, instantly returning to his physical body.
When Mo Fan opened his eyes, he saw the White Tiger Holy King had also returned to his body, hands behind his back, gazing at the sky.
“Senior!”
Mo Fan approached, bowing to the White Tiger Holy King.
“Do you understand now?” the White Tiger Holy King asked without turning.
“This junior understands!”
Mo Fan nodded.
At first, he hadn’t understood why the White Tiger Holy King brought him along, but now he grasped it all, his respect for this senior growing.
The answer was simple: to temper Mo Fan’s heart, to show him that the human race wasn’t so formidable!
What the human race could do, the demon clan could do too!
“Little toad, your future is full of hardships. I hope you’ll always hold true to your heart and cherish what you have now.”
Suddenly, the White Tiger Holy King sighed softly, then continued, “This world is a cage. All cultivators’ paths are blocked. Even with your forbidden bloodline, growth is difficult and will attract countless troubles!”
“You must remember, if you get the chance, go see the real world outside. But when facing true powerhouses, use your Heaven-Swallowing ability sparingly, or it will bring endless calamity!”
“Do you know why the Heaven-Swallowing bloodline is called forbidden?” the White Tiger Holy King suddenly asked.
Mo Fan didn’t answer immediately. After thinking, he said, “Because of the Heaven-Swallowing ability?”
“Exactly. The Heaven-Swallowing ability lets you endlessly devour demon cultivators to boost your cultivation. That’s why, in the demon clan’s eyes, you’re a forbidden existence, a calamity demon!”
“It’s somewhat manageable in the Nine Continents, where few know the secret of the Heaven-Swallowing demon clan. But it’s different outside.”
“If you reveal your identity out there, neither the demon nor human clans will tolerate you!”
The White Tiger Holy King’s words silenced Mo Fan. He had long had a premonition about this.
The Heaven-Swallowing ability was indeed too heaven-defying!
“Little toad, I want you to promise me, if you ever have the ability to protect the demon clan, please lend a hand!” The White Tiger Holy King suddenly looked at Mo Fan with a serious expression.
“Senior, I promise!”
Mo Fan nodded, and for some reason, looking at the towering figure before him, a wave of inexplicable sadness surged in his heart.
“It’s coming…”
At that moment, the White Tiger Holy King seemed to sense something, turning to look at the northeastern horizon, where a golden divine dragon soared into the clouds before vanishing into the void.
The moment the golden dragon disappeared, the void trembled, ripples spreading out.
In the ripples, a blurry figure emerged…
“Look closely!
What the human race can do, our demon clan can do too!
What the human race can’t do, our demon clan can still do!!
Even if it’s a heavenly being, so what?
I can still slay them!!”
The White Tiger Holy King laughed loudly, his entire body shooting up, transforming into a beam of light racing toward the northeastern horizon!
“Demon clan, White Little Su has arrived!!”
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