Chapter 1183 - 1182: The Demon Sect Arrives

Truly terrifying and horrifying!

Before this, almost half of the people in the Kunlun Realm believed Ye Qingchen was trapped in the Sacred Land. Even if he survived by luck, he probably lost his freedom forever and turned into a puppet of the Sacred Land.

Yet.

He made the Sacred Land bow and submit!

The crowd's hearts stirred like tumultuous seas, filled with both shock and joy.

The shock was that Ye Qingchen had actually returned. The joy was from his earlier tone, suggesting he might take action against the Twelve Demon Sects. With this Celestial South Fierce God overseeing, the Thirty-Six Sects wouldn't be as powerless as before!

But among them, Ying Chutian was frowning:

'It's too late already!'

'The Twelve Demon Sects have gained overwhelming momentum. Who knows how many old demons have stirred from the Western Wilderness this time. This devil flame sweeping across is much more formidable than past righteous and demon battles, and driving them off won't be easy!'

Ye Qingchen held a teacup, observing the expressions of Ying Chutian and the others.

How could he not see through their thoughts.

Yet.

He couldn't be bothered to explain to them.

Just as he was about to speak.

A shout suddenly echoed from the void:

"People of the Cyan Flame Sect, come out and meet your death!"

The voice boomed, reverberating like thunder, endlessly overwhelming. It surged like racing horses and angry rivers, shattering glass around, and the roof, the ground, the beams seemed swept by a hurricane, covered in cracks.

Everyone was dizzy, uncertain. The killing intent embedded within was chilling, freezing the very blood in their veins.

"The Demon Sect people are here!"

All were taken aback.

"It's the Nether Fire Ancestor!"

Ying Chutian was especially terrified.

Only Ye Qingchen remained seated, unmoved, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

...

At this moment.

Seven figures appeared above the Cyan Flame Sect ruins.

Nether Fire Ancestor stood in the void.

A body of overwhelming green flames seemed to surge from the abyss. The figures beside him included men and women, young and old, each with an abundant aura, riding the wind, like deities!

And their aura was terrifying, each had reached the Celestial Immortal Realm! Shaking this land to its core, wildly tumultuous.

"Heavens!"

"Why have more Demon Sect members come?"

"Not good, quickly report to the Sixth Elder!"

The disciples responsible for cleaning up ghost remnants in the Cyan Flame Sect ruins heard the commotion and stared dumbfounded at the figures in the sky before panicking and scrambling away in terror.

Watching the fleeing Cyan Flame Sect disciples, gazing at the dilapidated remains of what was once their sect, a woman draped in black gauze, holding a black jade bottle, with a gentle and serene look, lightly said:

"To think, the once-glorious Cyan Flame Sect would end up like this!"

Her voice was crisp.

Making one feel compassion upon hearing it, listen and feel sorrow.

"Haha, Ghost Guanyin, there's no need for your compassion!" The Nether Fire Ancestor standing in the center sneered, "Aren't you here to obliterate the Cyan Flame Sect's way and cut off its heritage?"

"Hehe!"

The woman called Ghost Guanyin, who just moments ago appeared full of compassion, was now full of malice.

She let out a sinister laugh:

"Indeed, during the last generation's righteous and evil war, the Cyan Flame Sect Leader injured my life foundation, forcing me to seclude for seventy-two years to narrowly avoid death. I had intended to kill Yi Tianli, yet who knew he would perish at Ye the Demon's hands."

"Though the Cyan Flame Sect was destroyed by the Eight-faced Buddha, I cannot swallow this resentment. Therefore, I can only obliterate their way to vent my heart's hatred!"

"Hahaha!"

The Nether Fire Ancestor laughed maniacally, eyes full of ridicule.

"Thousands of years ago, the Cyan Flame Sect was so glorious! At its peak, thirteen Celestial Immortals appeared simultaneously, nearly becoming the leader of the Southern Heaven."

"Back then, I was like a stray dog, chased by several Cyan Flame Sect Celestial Immortals, fleeing back to the Western Wilderness in disgrace! Now I've returned, and the Cyan Flame Sect is like a flickering candle in the wind, truly the greatest delight of life!"

The others present also sneered.

They all had grudges against the Cyan Flame Sect, and even if the Eight-faced Buddha hadn't acted, they intended to raze the Cyan Flame Sect to the ground!

"First off, I want all the Cultivation Techniques of the Cyan Flame Sect!" said the Nether Fire Ancestor. "And if there are any Heavenly and Earthly Treasures left, we'll split them equally!"

"Alright!"

Ghost Guanyin concisely agreed.

In just a moment.

They had already divided the spoils.

Truly, the Cyan Flame Sect only had meager scraps left, not worth fighting over. The remaining sects of the Thirty-Six awaited their slow plundering!

Within the crowd, an elder with a chiseled face appeared anxious:

"I heard a rumor earlier that someone saw Ye the Demon in the Extreme North!"

"Impossible? Ghost Eye, it seems you were scared witless by Ye the Demon at the Profound Ice Platform Conference!"

Ghost Guanyin sneered, coldly sweeping her gaze at the elder. The elder looked normal, but his eyes were pitch black, devoid of any whites, like ghost eyes. A mere glance seemed to ensnare one's entire spirit!

The others also showed disdain.

At the Profound Ice Platform Conference, Ghost Eye witnessed Ye Qingchen's shocking battle and became timid as a mouse. Recently, countless sightings of Ye Qingchen had been rumored outside, all proven false.

Everyone had long concluded that Ye Qingchen was trapped in the Sacred Land!

"Exactly!" The Nether Fire Ancestor gave Ghost Eye a deep look, coldly declaring, "You were scared witless by Ye the Demon! He captured the Holy Land Celestial Immortal at the Profound Ice Platform Conference; how could the Sacred Land forgive him! That brat hasn't returned for so long; perhaps he's long been utterly destroyed..."

The Nether Fire Ancestor boasted with pride, the others nodding incessantly. Even Ghost Eye grew solemn, doubting if he was overly paranoid.

Suddenly.

A fierce sword light pierced through the void, slicing towards the Nether Fire Ancestor.

"Not good!"

However, the Nether Fire Ancestor, being a Celestial Immortal.

At this moment, feeling the overpowering killing intent, his hair stood on end! Without hesitation, he swiftly clasped his hands together.

"Boom!"

In that instant.

His aura surged to the extreme, a green flame instantly gathering around him, morphing into a fierce beast with a fierce facade and sharp fangs!

Nether Flame Heaven-Devouring Beast!

The Nether Fire Ancestor's ultimate card!

He had previously escaped the Cyan Flame Sect's Celestial Immortals' siege with this technique. He confidently believed that whoever the attacker was, they couldn't penetrate this shield!

However, the outcome was.

The beast couldn't withstand the sword light. The light sliced the beast in half, then swept past the Nether Fire Ancestor's throat! Amid the splattering blood, the Nether Fire Ancestor's head flew off, a fountain of blood soaring high.

This Western Desolate Demon was slain with a single sword!

Amid the crowd's shock and horror, a faint voice emerged:

"Who said I was utterly destroyed?"