Chapter 421

"Today, together with fellow cultivators, we shall slay Kong Quewang!"

The patriarch of the ancient Ji family and the abbot of Yaoguang Sacred Ground spoke out, leading the various major sects of humanity in a charge toward Kong Quewang's cavern realm.

Fang Yu was among the crowd, and he felt something strange about this scene.

He, representing humanity's forces, was now engaged in slaughter against the demon king of the demon race.

If this were in the Eternal Life Realm, it would feel like a Xiandao Sect Sect launching war against the Yaodaowu Sect.

But the feeling between these two was entirely different, especially since Fang Yu knew exactly how this event had come to pass.

The Ji family's divine body had just formed, and they sought to seize the Emperor's imperial weapon, so they pursued the demon race princess—this triggered the current conflict between humanity and the demon race.

Ji Haoyue was undoubtedly the spark in this conflict; he acted like a spoiled brat, bullying others with power, and after being struck back by the demon race, the entire Ji family flew into a rage, rallying the human forces of the Eastern Wastelands' Southern Region to exterminate the demon race.

Hmm… under these circumstances, these people here felt like villains.

Indeed, they felt like villains.

As Fang Yu pondered his own role, the scenery ahead shifted, revealing a cavern realm.

The Ji patriarch and the Yaoguang abbot each unleashed their techniques, shattering the cavern realm outright, and the elite of the various major sects surged inside, unveiling the realm's interior.

It was a world fragrant with flowers and alive with birdsong, spanning fifty li, everything fresh and natural, poetic and painterly—plants emerald green, lakes crystal clear, streams like jade ribbons.

In the distance, faint mountain ranges rose and fell; atop them, many animals could be seen: five-colored deer grazing leisurely, immortal cranes circling in the air, white rabbits sprinting across the grass, and tiny demons bathing in the lake.

Yet now, the Yaoguang abbot and the Ji patriarch had stormed in, shattering all this tranquility.

"Yaoguang old man, Ji family old man—you've finally come knocking!"

A being resembling a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy soared upward; he appeared slender, his features delicate, his black hair soft and each strand light and ethereal.

He was like a clear spring from the Shenshan, radiating freshness, brimming with natural essence.

But both the Yaoguang abbot and the Ji patriarch fixed their gazes on the boy: "Kong Quewang, your sanctuary is indeed hidden—I failed to find you eight hundred years ago, but now my wish is finally fulfilled."

The Yaoguang abbot was encircled by one hundred and eight halos, appearing like a celestial deity.

"What? He's Kong Quewang?"

A disciple cried out in shock—he was a prodigy of a Yidamen Sect, who had heard of Kong Quewang's name but never seen him.

The demon race elder Kong Quewang had long dominated the Southern Region; eight hundred years ago, he was invincible. Many had never seen him, imagining him as a burly middle-aged man radiating dominance—but none expected this slender sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy to be the legendary Kong Quewang.

This delicate boy was Kong Quewang, whose name shook the heavens—he had once merged with heaven and earth, roared to shake Shanhe, his voice like crashing waves that shattered Shanfeng wherever he passed.

"Kong Quewang, you've repeatedly provoked the ancient Ji family—do you truly believe we cannot deal with you?"

The Ji patriarch roared, standing in empty space, his entire being fused with the boundless heavens and earth.

"I soar freely across the world—who dares stop me?"

Kong Quewang laughed loudly, his black hair whipping as he strode forward; at this moment, he merged with heaven and earth, emitting a strange resonance.

Fang Yu's spirit stirred—he sensed Kong Quewang was using a technique akin to Great Cutting Art, Great Annihilation Art, or Instant Death Method, resonating with heaven and earth, a peculiar killing intent capable of slaughtering disciples with weak physical bodies.

Yet to Fang Yu's eyes, this resonance meant nothing—he stood silently in empty space, and not a single ripple could harm his body.

But beside him, ordinary Ji family disciples exploded outright, turning to blood mist.

These Ji disciples were merely Wheel and Sea Realm—they must have eaten Xiong Xinbaozi to follow the Ji patriarch and Yaoguang abbot in chasing Kong Quewang; now, with a mere flick of his wrist, Kong Quewang shattered them.