At the foot of Blood Dragon Mountain, a bolt of lightning crashed from the heavens, revealing over a dozen towering demon silhouettes.
Leading them stood a purple-haired middle-aged man, gripping a black spiked spear. Its surface crawled with violet runes and crackling arcs, a twin to the weapon Mo Fan once claimed, yet far more ferocious.
This was none other than the Lei Yu Clan Patriarch, Lei Yushan!
Flanking him were more than ten peak Demon Generals, their demonic qi thick enough to choke the air.
Hidden within his ghost domain, Mo Fan activated his Sapphire Eyes. In one sweep, every cultivation base lay bare.
Every subordinate: peak Demon General.
Lei Yushan himself: peak Demon King, one step from ascension.
The spear in his grip pulsed with a heart-stopping aura. Mo Fan’s guess crystallised: a divine armament.
Yet one figure was missing, Lei Yu Zidian.
“Sorry, my divination was off. The old monster never showed.”
Bai Shuang’s face tightened.
“No harm done. You’re not the Omniscient Sage.” Mo Fan’s smile was lazy. “Dead is dead, whoever bleeds first.”
He waited, patient as a spider.
Far off, Lei Yushan drew a fate jade from his pouch. His eyes narrowed, then flicked to the mountain path ahead.
“Patriarch, the traitor’s mark is directly beneath the trail!”
“But it’s a trap,” another demon growled. “She stripped her blood from the jade days ago. Now it reappears? She’s been playing us since the mountain gate.”
Lei Yushan sneered. “Child’s play. Would you set such an obvious snare?”
“N-no, Patriarch.”
“Then you’ll never be Phoenix Cry’s Twin Prodigies.”
“Remember,” he lectured, “we hunt no common general. We hunt the First Generation, peerless beneath kings. She knew I’d smell the ruse, so she doubled it, betting I’d dismiss the path as too obvious. Reverse psychology.”
He paced, spear crackling. “She parades weakness, hoping I’ll hesitate. But before this Lei God Spear, titles mean nothing. Even sealed, no whelp can touch me.”
A hesitant general raised a claw. “If she truly wished to flee, why reveal herself at all?”
“Pride. Or perhaps…” Lei Yushan’s eyes glinted. “Perhaps it IS a death trap.”
He laughed, thunder rolling in his chest. “Doesn’t matter. The Ancestor lent me this spear to erase her. With it, I am invincible among kings!”
“Patriarch invincible!”
Lei Yushan shot forward in a streak of lightning, boots ignoring the bloody mud. He halted midway up the trail.
“Little Bai, your uncle’s here to fetch you home. Won’t you come quietly?”
Demonic sense flooded the slope, inch by inch.
His brow twitched. A palm strike blasted aside a pile of gore, unearthing a gaping crimson maw beneath.
A jade slip shot into his hand, fate jade.
“Clever cicada.” He crushed it to dust.
BOOM!
The mountain path erupted. A firestorm blossomed, fifty zhang wide, swallowing the trail in a blooming lotus of flame. Shockwaves flattened trees for li around.
“Good. Curtain’s up.”
From the ghost domain, Mo Fan grinned.
The jade had been bait. The real gift: ten thousand buried fire-crystal bombs.
Even if only a few demons fried, profit.
Screams rose, then vanished beneath the roar. Three Demon Generals shredded instantly, limbs pinwheeling into the inferno.
“BAI SHUANG!”
Lightning split the fire lotus. Lei Yushan burst forth, spear aloft, thunder armour scorched black. His purple mane was ash, scalp gleaming, robes in tatters.
“SHOW YOURSELF!”
“I’LL flay YOU ALIVE!”
Thunder lashed in wild arcs, shattering the blaze, cratering the earth.
ROAR!
A primordial bellow answered from the depths, shaking Mo Fan’s heart in his chest.
“It wakes.”
Crimson fog gushed skyward, an inverted blood ocean, engulfing Lei Yushan and the handful of generals still standing.
The ancient beast beneath Blood Dragon Mountain opened its eyes.
