Chapter 201: The Death of the Rebellious Son and the Fallen Divine Son

The three of them—the Huangquan Holy Son, Xue Xiuluo, and Tianmingzi—were the top prodigies of the Huangquan Valley, Xiuluo Gate, and Tiansha Sect.

Like the black-armored youth, they were all the pinnacle of the younger generation on the Senluo Continent.

"I never expected that Yan Fei, the heir of the Battle Demon Sect, would be the successor of the Devouring God Art. What an unexpected turn." The Huangquan Holy Son sneered coldly.

This black-armored youth was named Yan Fei, the most outstanding prodigy of the current generation of the Battle Demon Sect.

The blind girl was his younger sister, Yan Qingying.

"I never expected you three sects would become the lapdogs of the Immortal Realm prodigies!" Yan Fei spat coldly.

Hearing this, the Huangquan Holy Son and the others' expressions turned uneasy.

It was true, but couldn't they at least avoid calling them "lapdogs"?

"Hmph, how could you possibly understand the power of the Fallen Divine Son? No one in this mortal realm dares provoke him." The Huangquan Holy Son spoke coldly.

"Exactly. To be chosen by the Fallen Divine Son is your honor. Surrender and come with us." Tianmingzi added.

"If I survive, I'll kill that Fallen Divine Son with my own hands!" Yan Fei's pitch-black eyes glowed with icy rage.

He suddenly turned to an elder beside him and said: "Elder, please take Qingying away—I'll hold them off!"

"Yan Fei, you… sigh, fine." The elder acted decisively and immediately led Yan Qingying away.

"No… brother…" Yan Qingying's face turned pale; she tried to stay, but was forcibly dragged away by the elder.

"Qingying, run! Don't care about me!"

After a cold shout, Yan Fei turned and charged toward the Huangquan Holy Son and the other two.

His strength was originally on par with theirs.

But now, as he raised his hand, a pitch-black vortex appeared, as if capable of devouring all things.

His pitch-black eyes also radiated an aura of devouring everything.

"It really is the Devouring God Art!" The Huangquan Holy Son and the others were ecstatic.

If they captured Yan Fei and subdued him, they would be great heroes.

The Fallen Divine Son would surely reward them—perhaps even take them to the Immortal Realm.

"Kill!"

The Huangquan Holy Son and the other two struck.

Some Battle Demon Sect cultivators chose to stay behind and block the elite of the three sects.

Just as Yan Qingying had retreated to the rear mountain.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion rang out, accompanied by the terrified screams of the Huangquan Holy Son and the others.

"Yan Fei, you've truly gone mad! You're blowing yourself up—even your life you don't care about!"

As the scream ended, Yan Fei detonated his own body, taking the Huangquan Holy Son and the others with him.

"Brother…" Yan Qingying screamed, her heart filled with grief.

"Qingying, hurry, let's go!" The elder's eyes also held a trace of sorrow.

The entire battle lasted several days.

In the end, the Battle Demon Sect, outnumbered, was wiped out—only a few escaped; most of its cultivators perished.

Of course, the losses among the three sects and their allies were also enormous.

Even the top prodigies like the Huangquan Holy Son perished.

But what terrified the three sects was that the one the Fallen Divine Son wanted—the Devouring God Art successor, Yan Fei—had already self-destructed.

This left the three sects in deep unease.

Yet they could only grit their teeth and report back.

…

Inside the palace, upon the throne of white bones, the Fallen Divine Son heard the news—and said not a word.

Below, the cultivators of the three sects sweated profusely, their legs trembling.

"Mercy, Great Lord! Yan Fei exploded himself—we couldn't stop him!" The cultivators of the three sects knelt in unison.

But to their surprise, the Fallen Divine Son did not rage.

"No… something's off." The Fallen Divine Son muttered to himself.

"Legends say that in the mortal realm, there are the Ten Rebellious Sons—where the entire world's fate gathers in one person."

"Logically, Yan Fei, the successor of the Devouring God Art, should be the Rebellious Son of the Senluo Continent. Why did he die so easily?"

"Shouldn't he have tried to survive and seek revenge against me?"

The Fallen Divine Son pondered.

The Fallen Divine Palace was an ancient, deeply rooted immortal force, privy to many secrets.

As the young supreme of the Fallen Divine Palace, the Fallen Divine Son knew many hidden truths.

He had heard rumors of the Ten Rebellious Sons.

But was it too easy for the Rebellious Son of the Senluo Continent to die?

After a brief thought, the Fallen Divine Son spoke coldly: "You said a few remnants of the Battle Demon Sect escaped?"

"Yes, correct—a few escaped, including Yan Fei's sister, Yan Qingying." The cultivators of the three sects replied.

"Hmm? The sister of the Devouring God Art successor?" The Fallen Divine Son raised an eyebrow.

Then he ordered: "Within seven days, find every last remnant of the Battle Demon Sect—especially Yan Fei's sister. Keep her alive!"

"Yes!"

The cultivators of the three sects responded in unison and departed.

"Could I have been wrong from the start? But Yan Fei did indeed use the Devouring God Art…"

"It doesn't matter. As long as I capture everyone connected to him, everything will become clear." The Fallen Divine Son sneered.

He must obtain the Devouring God Art.

Amid the chaos across the entire Senluo Continent,

in a desolate wasteland lay an ancient teleportation array, thickly coated in dust.

This long-dormant array suddenly emitted blinding light.

Then, space twisted, and a group of figures appeared.

It was Jun Xiaoyao and the others.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped out of the golden carriage and looked around, asking: "Which realm is this?"

"My Divine Son, this should be the Senluo Continent. We must pass through this realm to reach the Qianlong Continent." Dongxuan Ancestor replied.

"I see. Then let's transit directly to the Qianlong Continent." Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

At that moment, the middle-aged man beside him, clad in pitch-black battle armor like a demonic god, hesitated, his expression troubled, as if wanting to speak but holding back.

"Is something the matter?" Jun Xiaoyao noticed the man's expression and asked.

Dongxuan Ancestor chuckled: "My lord, you may not know—this Senluo Continent is Gu Yuan's homeland."

"Ah, I see." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, finally understanding why Gu Yuan looked so pensive.

Gu Yuan bowed slightly: "My lord, to be honest, I was once the seventh-generation master of the Battle Demon Sect on the Senluo Continent. Returning to my homeland, I cannot help but feel moved."

"Still, your affairs come first—we can proceed directly to the Qianlong Continent." Gu Yuan replied.

He dared not let his personal feelings delay Jun Xiaoyao's journey.

"No need to rush. You've followed this Divine Son for a long time—you've worked hard. Now that we've reached your homeland, let's visit the Battle Demon Sect." Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.

"Thank you, my lord!" Gu Yuan bowed, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Next, they set out and casually asked a cultivator the location of the Battle Demon Sect.

But the answer sent Gu Yuan's expression crashing.

"What did you say? The Battle Demon Sect was destroyed?"