“Don’t mention the Earth Fiend Alliance again. There will be no Earth Fiend Alliance from now on,” Liu Xue shook her head.
“What happened?” Yan Nantian was stunned.
“The Earth Fiend Alliance has been disbanded. They are all terrified of that Soul-Devouring Venerable. From now on, Alliance Leader Liu will no longer be the leader of the Earth Fiend Alliance, but the sect master of the Heavenly Gate,” Chen Ping said.
“Sect master of the Heavenly Gate?” Yan Nantian looked utterly shocked. “You entered the ruins? You obtained the inheritance of the Heavenly Gate?”
Chen Ping nodded. “Yes, we met the last sect master of the Heavenly Gate. He passed the inheritance to Miss Liu.”
“That year, the Heavenly Gate vanished overnight precisely because of that Soul-Devouring Venerable. This fellow was originally a disciple of the Heavenly Gate, yet in the end he wiped out the entire sect…”
Chen Ping recounted everything he knew to Yan Nantian, without omitting a single detail.
“That beast. So that’s how it was. What should we do next?” Yan Nantian asked.
“Since the Soul-Devouring Venerable wants to rule the Nine Heavens, we have no choice but to fight him,” Chen Ping said.
“But with our strength…”
Yan Nantian frowned slightly. “Even if we join forces, I’m afraid we still can’t defeat the Soul-Devouring Venerable.”
“Sect Master Yan, are you scared? If you’re scared, you don’t have to get involved. I’ll deal with the Soul-Devouring Venerable myself. I feel terrifyingly strong right now!”
The aura around Chen Ping began to surge.
Fifth-grade Human Immortal realm. Far too powerful!
Yan Nantian looked at Chen Ping, somewhat speechless…
Although Chen Ping could fight above his level, could a fifth-grade Human Immortal really beat the Soul-Devouring Venerable?
If the Soul-Devouring Venerable were that easy to defeat, he would never have been the great demon lord of the Nine Heavens ten thousand years ago.
“Mr Chen, since I have chosen to stand with you, how could I possibly be afraid?”
Yan Nantian hurriedly shook his head.
With the strength of the mysterious expert backing Chen Ping, Yan Nantian had no reason to fear. He simply wanted Chen Ping to call that expert out early.
“Very well. We’ll wait here for the Soul-Devouring Venerable…”
At this moment, Chen Ping’s battle intent reached its peak.
“Mr Chen, do you need to summon that expert behind you first?” Yan Nantian asked.
“No need. A mere Soul-Devouring Venerable? I’ll kill him myself!” Chen Ping waved his hand grandly.
Hearing Chen Ping boast, Yan Nantian did not know what to say.
The next day, the Soul-Devouring Venerable descended upon the Yama Heaven Sect once more. This time, he did not come alone.
Behind him followed a dense crowd of several dozen demonic cultivators with sinister auras and grotesque appearances. These were the old subordinates he had regathered or forcibly subdued after breaking free, along with new slaves.
Billowing demonic qi pressed down like dark clouds, turning the originally clear sky above the Yama Heaven Sect into a sea of ink-black. The grim pressure made breathing difficult for many low-rank disciples in the sect, their faces pale.
He still sat high upon the sect master throne that originally belonged to Yan Nantian, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest with dull “thud thud” sounds, as if knocking on everyone’s heart.
His gaze swept across the fully prepared members of the Yama Heaven Sect below, and the corner of his mouth curved into a cruel arc.
“Yan Nantian, one day has passed. This venerable one’s patience is limited. Tell me, will the Yama Heaven Sect choose to submit, or… be destroyed?”
His voice was not loud, yet it carried a soul-piercing coldness that echoed in every corner of the great hall.
Yan Nantian took a deep breath, forcibly enduring the terrifying pressure that nearly forced him to his knees. He stepped forward, raised his head and declared, “Soul-Devouring Venerable, the Yama Heaven Sect has stood for tens of thousands of years and has its own pride! How could we bow and submit to a treacherous demon who betrayed his faith and slaughtered his own sect? If you want a fight, then fight. There is no need for more words!”
“Good! Very good!”
The Soul-Devouring Venerable did not grow angry, but laughed instead. His laughter was filled with mockery and killing intent. “Since you remain so stubborn, do not blame this venerable one for being ruthless. Ghost Fiend, go. Let Sect Master Yan experience what a true gap in strength means.”
“As you command, Venerable One!”
A hoarse, unpleasant response rang out, and a figure flashed forward from behind the Soul-Devouring Venerable.
