Ji Laomo was quite wary of the influence of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.
When it ca to making a move, that was naturally out of the question.
Although he held the position of Vice Sect Hierarch of the Blood Sea Divine Sect, he understood clearly that clashing with them would bring no advantage whatsoever.
Furthermore, it could spark conflicts with the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.
Ji Laomo said, "I bear no ill intentions towards the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. I rely wish to know who killed my son, Ji Zhenmo."
If he could find the person who murdered his son...
He would certainly strip their skin and carve out their tendons, tornting them relentlessly.
"If you’re searching for the murderer of your son, then you should leave the domain of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to investigate. No one would possibly act within the boundaries of the Pavilion, violating its rules and subjecting themselves to unending pursuit and annihilation," an elder said coldly, his tone so grim and unfriendly that it carried a sinister edge.
He even seed sowhat impatient.
"Therefore, your son could not have died within the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. He perished outside its domain."
The gazes of several Heavenly Treasure Pavilion elites locked onto Ji Laomo. If he dared make any aggressive move, he would pay an unthinkable price.
Ji Laomo felt unwilling to submit, his eyes scanning the crowd below. "My son, Ji Zhenmo—does anyone know of anyone who had a conflict with him? I will reward them generously."
The cultivators within the city looked at one another, puzzled.
Many had no idea what was going on at all.
But, as the saying goes, heavy rewards attract brave n.
"I know! Your son got into a dispute with a stranger a few days ago. That person offered up an Eighth Grade Spirit Grass, and your son wanted to seize it from him. Later, your son left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion and pursued that individual." From within the crowd, an old man spoke.
Ji Laomo asked, "Who is he?"
The old man shook his head. "I don’t know. He’s a nobody, no one knows where he ca from, but he calls himself Emperor Zhou. He once sought out to erase the tracking mark of the Blood Sea Divine Sect on his body. When I discovered it was the Sect’s mark, I dared not intervene."
A strong figure from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion said, "The truth is clear now. Your son left here to ambush soone and steal a treasure but ended up being killed. He lacked the strength—there’s no one else to bla."
"Please leave now."
Ji Laomo’s face turned ashen. He believed the words, though he refused to accept that the person his son encountered was truly unknown. The treasures he had given his son ensured that ordinary cultivators would stand no chance. Who could it possibly be?
Damn it!
To make suffer such heavy loss—it’s unforgivable, truly unforgivable.
Lin Fan leaned against the window, muttering to himself, feeling let down. How disappointing. Why didn’t they start fighting?
If they clashed, it would’ve been a great show to watch.
Emperor Zhou.
So the person who offered the Eighth Grade Spirit Grass was called Emperor Zhou. Having soone else take the fall seed a bit unfair—after all, he wasn’t the one who committed the murder. But, thinking it over, forget it. Young people carrying so pressure can grow faster.
He was more than willing to let the burden fall on Emperor Zhou.
He hoped Emperor Zhou could forge ahead under the weight of such pressure.
"Fine. In that case, I shall take my leave," Ji Laomo clasped his hands and said. He was unwilling to antagonize the experts of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, but he imprinted the na ’Emperor Zhou’ in his heart, swearing to hunt him down no matter what.
As his words fell...
He transford into a streak of light, disappearing into the heavens.
The elders floating in mid-air also retreated into certain corners of the city, continuing to preside and suppress the area.
"Tch! How dull," Lin Fan muttered.
He had hoped to witness a battle but didn’t expect so little to happen—it was imnsely disappointing.
...
After leaving the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, Ji Laomo was filled with hatred towards heaven and earth alike. While he hadn’t clashed with the Pavilion’s strong figures, he still harbored resentnt against them.
When an opportunity arose, he vowed to exact revenge.
They couldn’t even protect his son while he stayed there—utter incompetence.
Suddenly.
Ji Laomo noticed a crazy old man on the ground, running wildly and muttering nonsense. Who knew what he was saying?
He could’ve left in an instant.
But now, his heart was heavy with frustration, and he desperately wanted to vent his fury.
"Bad luck for you."
Ji Laomo’s eyes grew sharp, exuding killing intent, before he struck with his palm.
A massive hand condensed of mana descended from the sky with a thunderous boom, landing directly on the ground and brutally crushing the lunatic.
"Ugh! Bad luck for you."
Ji Laomo felt his mood lighten sowhat. Perhaps only killing could bring him a shred of joy, but whenever he thought about the loss of the Furnace Tripod he had painstakingly nurtured for so long, his anger surged uncontrollably.
Where could he possibly go to reason about this?
Ji Laomo hadn’t considered that his target might survive. For him, a single angry palm was enough to make even a Void Realm cultivator flee for their life.
Just as he was about to leave...
A wail reached his ears.
"Waaahhh! Wuu wuu wuu... Why did you hit ?" The lunatic cried aloud, tears and snot streaming down his face, his ragged clothing covered in filth and dust. "You’re a bad man. I’m gonna fight you!"
Ji Laomo froze, lowering his gaze in disbelief.
How could it be?
What was wrong with this lunatic?
Just in the mont of his shock, the lunatic dashed straight before his eyes, delivering a seemingly unremarkable slap. Yet Ji Laomo felt an imnsely terrifying force erupt from it.
Bam!
Ji Laomo’s figure trembled as he fell, piercing through the earth’s surface.
"Damn it! Where did this lunatic co from, with such power..."
Standing in the deep pit, Ji Laomo’s body flared with overwhelming demonic qi, black light radiating outward. He had directly withstood the slap but now showed a serious expression. The lunatic’s strength was undoubtedly at the True Immortal Realm.
But who on earth was he?
To possess such power—he couldn’t be an unknown figure.
"Who are you?" Ji Laomo asked while his palms gathered dark energy. Several Divine Power Secret Techniques fused together, preparing to deliver a critical strike the mont an opportunity arose.
But even asking proved pointless, as the lunatic charged at him wildly, just like an idiot.
Ji Laomo held his palm behind his back, roaring aloud as he struck out in the instant the lunatic closed in.
"Die!"
His palm thundered, unleashing a horrifying force that transford into a roaring Demon God.
Boom!
The lunatic was struck, flying backward and crashing to the ground, causing tremors and cracks to spread across the terrain.
"Hah. Overestimating yourself."
Ji Laomo sneered, showing utter disdain for the lunatic. To him, such a deranged individual was no combatant. If he could subdue him, he might just refine a True Immortal Realm Slave Demon—a solid gain.
But suddenly.
He realized the lunatic was completely fine, still standing firm.
"Oh, it hurts so bad."
The lunatic’s damaged flesh revealed exposed bones, not white but golden.
Golden Bone?
Ji Laomo was stunned, never expecting the lunatic to possess a Golden Body.
This was sothing only an Immortal could have.
Soon.
The lunatic’s damaged body began regenerating rapidly, his blood and flesh returning to normal in the blink of an eye.
Ji Laomo stared in dumbfounded amazent.
"Perfect! To think I’d encounter such a mad old man after failing to find my son’s killer. If I can refine this lunatic into a Slave Demon, my strength will surely rise to new heights."
Ji Laomo’s heart surged with joy. He had already observed the lunatic’s deranged state—a mind far removed from sanity. Dealing with soone like this would be considerably easier.
At this mont, the lunatic charged at Ji Laomo in his mad fury. For Ji Laomo, it was only a matter of ti before he subdued him.
"I’ll smash you to death with this."
As soon as the words fell...
The lunatic produced a blood pool from his hands. The blood within had dried up, yet when the blood pool appeared, crimson light spread across tens of thousands of miles.
"What kind of treasure is this?"
Ji Laomo was stunned. The mont the lunatic unveiled the treasure, he felt his heart pounding frantically.
The lunatic swung the blood pool and smashed it directly onto Ji Laomo’s head.
Ji Laomo let out a miserable scream. With a loud clang, his skull convulsed as if it were splitting apart, his Divine Soul trembling violently as though it might shatter entirely.
Gush!
The crushing blow caused Ji Laomo to spew blood uncontrollably, the black aura enveloping him dimming instantly.
"What an incomprehensibly horrifying weapon—how could it be so terrifying?" Ji Laomo exclaid, utterly shaken. Even with his Dao Artifact shielding him, the seemingly simple strike resulted in a devastating impact, leaving his head cracked with fissures.
Run!
He fled speedily into the distance. Initially confident of his ability to subdue the lunatic, Ji Laomo now realized his opponent, though seemingly crazed, was ruthlessly violent.
The lunatic swung the blood pool again, smashing it onto Ji Laomo’s back.
Bam!
Ji Laomo’s back exploded, blood spurting wildly. His mana ran amok, and his condensed Immortal Dao Law shattered instantly.
Panic gripped his heart. What level of Supre Treasure could this blood pool possibly be, dealing such severe damage to his very foundation?
Amid his chaotic thoughts.
One strike followed another with the blood pool.
Ji Laomo was battered to the ground, his face pale, crawling within the deep pit. Seeing the lunatic charging at him again, he quickly raised his hand and begged:
"Spare ."
If the lunatic kept smashing him like this, his life wouldn’t be spared—he’d et a tragic end.
Yet surprisingly, the lunatic actually stopped.
"Do you dare bully again?" The lunatic roared, resembling an aggrieved child who erupted with primal fury to defeat his torntor, only stopping when his victim begged for rcy.
Ji Laomo hurriedly waved his hands. "I don’t dare. I really don’t dare anymore."
The lunatic tucked the blood pool away and said, "If you bully again, I’ll smash you again."
Then, he happily bounced away.
"Who...who on earth is he?"
Ji Laomo watched the lunatic’s departing figure in shock. Scouring his mind for familiarity, he couldn’t associate the lunatic with anyone he knew.
Furthermore, when the blood pool erged...
He sensed an ancient aura emanating from it, unquestionably not an ordinary artifact. It might even surpass a Dao Artifact in value.
But upon second thought, that didn’t make sense either.
Unable to make sense of it, Ji Laomo chose not to dwell, dragging his severely injured body away.
He felt utterly wronged.
Not only had he lost his son...
But he also suffered such misfortune along the way. With injuries like these, he’d require an extensive recovery period to heal.
No—this matter must be reported to the Sect Hierarch.
An unknown lunatic of staggering strength had appeared.
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