Chapter 953

"Ah, then thank you, Brother Sun! I've come this time hoping to take a fairy from the Exalted Linglong as my consort—if I can't even enter the gates of the Exalted Linglong, it would be far too embarrassing."

"Wu Li" spoke up hastily.

"This fellow is interesting, but at the 3rd Stage of Divine Abilities, to seek a consort from the Exalted Linglong? That won't be easy."

Not far away, Fang Han murmured in amazement: that "Wu Li" had weak strength but grand ambitions—trying to find a consort in the Exalted Linglong? How easy was that?

"Hmph, these Mingmenzheng Sects have pitiful strength—they can't even enter their own Shanmen! What a bunch of useless wastes!"

A large group of cultivators flew through the air, each wearing golden robes embroidered with skulls—clearly elite practitioners of the demonic path.

The leader among them had a face thick with gloom, his body brimming with torrents of blood qi—clearly no good man.

"Xueyingmo Sect! Young Master Xue! What are you doing? We Yiyuan Sect aren't afraid of you!"

Seeing this demonic sect leader, "Brother Sun"'s face instantly showed fear; he gestured with his hand and a sword materialized in his grip—a High-Grade magic treasure.

"Hmph! A disciple of Yiyuan Sect? What is Yiyuan Sect? You, a Heavenly Man Realm cultivator at the 5th Stage of Divine Abilities, think having a High-Grade magic treasure lets you act boldly before me? Kneel! For the sake of the Rourou Xianzun's birthday, I'll spare you today—won't turn you into pus and blood. But you must kneel, and kowtow—do you understand?"

The Young Master Xue seized the air with his hand, and a magic treasure appeared—a blood seal, covered in dense, bloody aura.

This blood seal was a Low-Grade Dao Artifact, its artifact spirit radiating torrents of crimson light.

As soon as the blood seal manifested in the void, the Yiyuan Sect's "Brother Sun" felt crushing pressure—his entire body trembled.

"Young Master Xue, why cause trouble before the Rourou Xianzun's banquet? This is shaming our Mo Sect—do you know that?"

As a great battle seemed imminent, a voice rang out—then petals rained from the sky, everywhere blooming white bone lotuses; from within them appeared a cold, haughty youth.

It was the Xiantianmo Sect's Xiantian Bai Gu Shen Tong.

And this youth was none other than the demonic sect's peerless genius, the Demon Marshal, Ying Ying Tianqing.

This Demon Marshal had also arrived here—clearly to pay respects to the Exalted Linglong's birthday.

In past years, his reputation had been legendary; years ago he had already reached the 7th Stage of Divine Abilities, Golden Core Realm. Now, after just a few days' absence, his cultivation base had surged to the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities—the Heavenly Manifestation Realm!

Clearly, in these days he had trained relentlessly, finally crossed the Wind and Fire Great Tribulation, accumulated sufficient Xu Yuan Qi, and forged the Heavenly Manifestation and his Primordial Spirit.

With the Demon Marshal's status, once he crossed the Wind and Fire Great Tribulation, Xu Yuan Qi was never lacking—so he quickly forged the demonic sect's Primordial Spirit.

Such cultivation speed was astonishing—within two or three years he reached the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities, Heavenly Manifestation Realm—a genius among geniuses. Yet now, before Fang Yu, he was pitifully weak.

Fang Yu felt that if he moved now, a single breath could blow this once-famous peerless genius into ash.

This feeling was truly peculiar.

Fang Yu recalled the scene three years ago when he first met the Demon Marshal—back then, the Demon Marshal towered above all, his every move seeming to control the life and death of all beings. Now, he had merely reached the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities, reduced to a being Fang Yu could kill with a breath.

But Fang Yu would not act against the Demon Marshal now.

He had now reached the 3rd Stage of Longevity—the Realm of Celestial Caverns—a myth among myths, a legend among legends; in the Cultivation World, he was unquestionably an elder of the Supreme Elders. To strike the Demon Marshal now would feel like bullying the young.

If he now slapped the Demon Marshal to death, the Demon Marshal's father, Ying Ying Xiantian, would come knocking—and even Feng Feng Baiyu would feel embarrassed.

Of course, he could claim it was merely a peer's contest—why did your son advance so slowly? But if he angered the Xiantian Emperor, no disciple of Yuhua Sect would ever dare leave the sect for trials again.

Among the seven Great Emperors of the Rujinmo Sect, the Xiantian Emperor, Ying Ying Xiantian, was indisputably the top, stronger than the Wildland Emperor, the Red Dust Emperor, the Xueying Emperor, and others.

But Huangquanmo Sect had one named Su Xiuyi—he might have designs on the title of top demonic emperor.

"Demon Marshal."

At that moment, Fang Yu's voice rang out.

He stepped forth from layers upon layers of void, looking down upon the Demon Marshal.

"Fang Yu!?"