Chapter 826

A man spoke.

He was a man who looked to be in his late thirties, tall and lean, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, radiating heroic might that stirred involuntary awe, as if he were a celestial king.

Many young elites knew who this man was—he was Chu Chu Lingkong of the Yaoguang Sacred Ground, an unparalleled genius of the previous generation, who had once nearly been chosen as the elder saint disciple.

"I kill him because he deserves it. What, are you going to intervene too?"

Fang Yu had obtained a piece of Chaos Stone and was in good spirits, but if anyone still wished to throw away their life, he had no objection to fulfilling their wish.

"Uncle, that is the fugitive the Ji family has put out a bounty for—Ye Fan."

Another person spoke, bowing to a man in his forties.

He was a disciple of the Ancient Ji Clan, who had dared not act rashly before, but now that a senior genius of the Ji family had arrived, he immediately pointed at Ye Fan and lodged a complaint.

"You dare kill someone of the Ji family and still have the audacity to come here to seize treasures? Who gave you the nerve?"

The Ji family's senior genius spoke calmly, his hands clasped behind his back.

Many present recognized him—he was Ji Yuanqing, an unparalleled genius of the Ji family's previous generation, of medium build, yet radiating an aura of the Dao so ethereal that he seemed to stand within empty void, his form impossible to grasp.

Clearly, this senior genius of the Ji family had already brought the Void Scripture to an extremely profound level; in his youth, he had battled with Kong Quewang's eldest disciple, Kong Teng, from the Southern Region all the way to the Central Region, shaking all who witnessed it.

He was renowned across all sacred grounds; had the Ji family not produced the Divine Body Ji Haoyue, he very likely would have become the next head of the Ji family.

"Your Ji family dares to hunt down my brother Ye Fan—who gave you the nerve?"

Fang Yu's gaze turned again to the Ji family's senior genius and spoke coolly.

"Hm? Your name is Fang Yu, a disciple of the Tai Xuan Gate? Even the Zhang Sect leader of the Tai Xuan Gate would not dare speak to me this way. What you're doing now brings disaster upon the Tai Xuan Gate—do you understand?"

Hearing Fang Yu's words, Ji Yuanqing's face instantly hardened into icy coldness; he stared at Fang Yu, his body flickering in and out of view, as if ready to strike at any moment.

"Oh? Then how should I act so as not to bring disaster upon the Tai Xuan Gate?"

Fang Yu's expression remained calm, as if humoring Ji Yuanqing's words.

"To avoid bringing disaster upon the Tai Xuan Gate, the matter is simple: first, since you entered this underground palace, hand over all treasures you've acquired—this place's benefits are not meant for you; second, make that boy Ye Fan surrender the Root of Xuanhuang Mother Qi and come to the Ji family to beg forgiveness—I might then pardon his crimes."

Ji Yuanqing spoke coldly, as if the moment Fang Yu refused, he would strike instantly and crush him utterly.

He paid no mind to Fang Yu; in truth, with his cultivation base, even the leaders of the sacred grounds would not daunt him, for he had brought the Void Scripture to an extremely profound level and cultivated a primordial Void Gang Qi, forged from the primordial qi merging with empty void—unbreakable, invincible, no divine weapon or treasure could withstand it.

Even the Zhang Sect leader of the Tai Xuan Gate would speak to him with respect—how much less a mere disciple of the Tai Xuan Gate?

So he paid no heed whatsoever.

"Ah."

Fang Yu heard Ji Yuanqing's words and sighed. "There are always fools in this world who seek death—I can only kill them. I doubt you'll be the last fool."

Fang Yu extended a finger and summoned a mass of calamity storm clouds.

"What?"

Ji Yuanqing had been immersed in the void, in a state of profound mystery; the void before him was so intense it seemed capable of absorbing all attacks—but when the calamity storm clouds descended upon him, he felt an overwhelming, mortal peril.

Ji Yuanqing roared, spewing a stream of qi from his mouth—representing primordial Void—that twisted the surrounding void.

Instantly, his entire body blurred—he activated the Great Void Technique, beginning to teleport through space.

Three hundred li away, Ji Yuanqing's figure appeared in an instant.

But then, a mass of calamity storm clouds suddenly arrived at the same three hundred li mark, engulfing Ji Yuanqing's body.

This unparalleled genius of the Ji family's previous generation, the very one destined to become the next head of the Ji family, offered no resistance whatsoever—he was instantly reduced to ashes by the calamity storm clouds.

The Three Calamities, Nine Disasters, Great Calamity Art—no wonder it was the Mendezhen Sect art of the Tai Yi Sect; terrifying wherever it went.

An unparalleled genius was slain in a single strike by Fang Yu.

Then, Fang Yu's gaze turned to Chu Chu Lingkong, the senior genius of the Yaoguang Sacred Ground.

"What did you just say?"

Fang Yu's eyes fixed on Chu Chu Lingkong.

"The elder killed well. My Yaoguang Sacred Ground has indeed had some corrupt elements who damaged its reputation. Since the elder slew Gu Tianli, clearly he got what he deserved."

Chu Chu Lingkong's voice rang out, his tone deeply respectful.

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