After his resurrection, the Demon Ancestor who had been hiding for a long time was finally cornered by Jun Changxiao on a deserted island in the Eastern Sea.
In the distance were Eternal Ages Sect disciples and a thousand Dark Destroyers. Nearby were the top experts of the Stone Statue Race and Dragon Race. It was like a century thief surrounded by police cars in three layers inside and out.
Pitiful, pathetic.
“Kekeke!”
Jun Changxiao covered his face with one hand, emitting a strange laugh.
Earlier he was still concerned about the Demon Ancestor. Now, while building transmission base stations in the Eastern Sea, he accidentally found him. Truly wearing out iron shoes searching to no avail, obtaining without effort!
“…”
The Three Dukes and Nine Ministers and three Dragon Kings were speechless.
They swore they had never heard such a vulgar laugh!
“Sigh.”
The Demon Ancestor sighed helplessly and said: “So I was exposed after all.”
The experts from the Stone Statue Race and Dragon Race furrowed their brows.
It was hard to imagine that this seemingly twenty-something young man was actually the lord of the Demon Delusion Race who dared to contend with the Ten Great Immortal Sects one hundred thousand years ago!
“So what!”
The Demon Ancestor proudly puffed out his chest.
The current situation was very unfavorable for him, but it didn’t matter. Because as an ambitious hero, what great storms hadn’t he seen? How could he fear anyone just because he was in adverse circumstances!
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Magnificent demonic energy gathered, his gaze gradually becoming cold.
“Correct.”
“I am the Demon Ancestor!”
“Lord of the Demon Delusion Race!”
Shouting these few lines, his heroic aura grew even stronger. The readers present not only felt solemn respect but also fell into contemplation—in this book, who was the real villain?
“Kekeke!”
Jun Changxiao cackled again and said: “You admit it?”
“Boy!”
The Demon Ancestor glared with fury: “Your disciple stole this ancestor’s Innate Sacred Demon Body. This is a blood feud. Sooner or later…”
“Capture him!”
Jun Changxiao, not waiting for him to finish speaking, shouted loudly.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
The Three Dukes and Nine Ministers and three Dragon Kings rushed over. Because the opponent was after all a powerful figure from one hundred thousand years ago, to show respect and caution, they fully unleashed their peak Truth-Seeking Realm cultivation.
“…”
The Demon Ancestor’s expression became spectacular.
If he only faced someone at the mid-level like Liu Sinan, he was confident he could battle for three hundred rounds. But facing peak-level fighters with his current strength, the result would definitely be disastrous!
“Boy!”
He said hatefully: “You just wait for this ancestor!”
“Swish!”
His ten fingers interlocked, both eyes instantly turned blood red as he roared: “Demon Seal…”
His voice suddenly stopped because a magnificent aura appeared above his head. So he urgently looked up and saw a tower carrying an ancient aura thunderously pressing down.
“Not good!”
The Demon Ancestor’s facial expression changed dramatically.
In an instant, a strong sense of ominousness and unease surged into his heart!
Can’t get hit, must dodge!
“Great Shuttle Technique!”
At this critical moment, the Demon Ancestor executed some kind of divine ability. But before his voice fell, he heard a “boom” as the Celestial Origin Soul Suppression Tower settled firmly on the small island like a great mountain. Its powerful might rippled, causing the surrounding seas to boil.
The experts from the Stone Statue Race and Dragon Race were immediately stunned.
What was this thing? Why did it emanate an aura that made people fear?
…
Since the Celestial Origin Soul Suppression Tower was changed to Prison Suppression Tower, it had rarely been used to smash people. Today it completed its debut in the Upper Realm.
What about the Demon Ancestor?
He was shut inside.
However, when Jun Changxiao retrieved the Soul Suppression Tower, lightly cradling it in his palm, and fused his spiritual sense into it, he discovered that guy lying on the ground lifeless. So he said in amazement: “He died just like that?”
“He ran away.”
The system said: “Only left behind a body.”
Just now in that split second, the Demon Ancestor used the Demon Delusion Race secret technique Great Shuttle Technique, rapidly separating his soul from his flesh, escaping into the void and vanishing without a trace.
“Damn it.”
Jun Changxiao was quite annoyed: “Let him slip away!”
“Normal.”
The system said: “The Ten Great Immortal Sects and all races could only watch helplessly as he resurrected. With Host’s current strength, how could you capture him?”
If it were just an ordinary Truth-Seeking Realm cultivator, in such circumstances they definitely couldn’t escape even with wings. But the Demon Ancestor was still the Demon Ancestor. At the critical moment, if he didn’t have a life-saving trump card, he wouldn’t deserve to be a super (wealth-delivering) villain (boy).
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao shook his head.
However, he quickly smiled.
Although the Demon Ancestor ran away, he left his body behind, which could be given to Ye Xingchen to use.
“Return to the sect!”
“Yes!”
The Eternal Ages Sect leaders and disciples packed up and went home.
The experts from the Stone Statue Race and Dragon Race also returned to their respective ancestral lands.
Along the way, they kept thinking that the Demon Ancestor who single-handedly fought hard against the Ten Great Immortal Sects and all races one hundred thousand years ago seemed a bit too weak.
No helping it.
He had just resurrected, his cultivation not even one-tenth of his peak.
Otherwise, forget the experts from both races—even facing half-step Gongsun Ruoli, he wouldn’t be afraid.
All in all, the reason the Demon Ancestor was so tragic was that his condition never recovered. Otherwise he would definitely beat Gou Sheng until he called him daddy.
…
The vast cosmic starry sky.
Dozens of steel warships sped along.
They came from the Spirit Star Realm, already traveling for nearly two years.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
In a certain ship cabin, thunderous sounds transmitted.
On a barrier similar to an array light screen, numbers continuously appeared, rising from the initial five or six thousand to over nine thousand.
“General.”
A voice came: “You’ve already reached your limit.”
“Boom!”
That middle-aged man with his upper body bare and solid muscles threw one more punch before stopping. Then he took the bath towel handed to him by a subordinate, wiped the sweat from his face, and said: “How long until we reach the Upper Realm?”
“Reporting to General.”
The subordinate said: “About one year.”
The General sat down, covering his head with the bath towel, his deep gaze flashing with battle intent as he said: “Before the Third Fleet was destroyed, they sent intelligence saying there are powerhouses with combat power exceeding ten thousand there. Waiting another year is really frustrating.”
“General.”
The subordinate weakly said: “Your combat power is only over nine thousand. I’m afraid…”
“Boom!”
The General suddenly stood up, throwing a punch at the barrier.
“Beep beep beep!”
The originally fixed value of over nine thousand instantly soared to ten thousand. His voice cold, he said: “Are you questioning this General?”
“…”
The subordinate’s expression changed dramatically.
After erupting for so long without breaking ten thousand, how did it suddenly reach it!
“General!”
At this time, a voice sounded in the warship: “According to detection, the spatial system of the Vast Sea Realm has unstable factors. We can use the Distortion Array to connect with it, thereby reaching our destination faster.”
“How much faster?”
“About three to five months.”
“Notify everyone, activate the Distortion Array.”
“Yes!”
…
“Whoosh—”
The dozens of steel warships had just traveled to the Vast Sea Realm region when, leveraging the turbulence in space, they instantly drilled in, foreshadowing that the Upper Realm’s catastrophe was about to arrive ahead of schedule.
“General!”
“A soul entity detected ahead.”
“Bring it back.”
“Yes!”
The bottom of the main warship opened, revealing a thick cannon muzzle. Then it sprayed a flowing light that transformed into a large net, capturing a soul drifting in the deep space.
“General!”
“This is a soul from the Demon Realm with combat power and potential assessed at 6200.”
“A Demon Realm soul?”
The middle-aged man sitting in the cockpit said in surprise: “How could it be in the distant Vast Sea Realm? Could it be an ancient migrant?”
“Inject control soul fluid.”
“Install it in a Number 9527 Level-1 Servant Corpse.”
“Yes!”
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