Chapter 1548: Chapter 1548: Blood Bat Clan and the Golden Swing Divine Sect
“Die, all of you!”
Liwu Demon Venerable’s roar echoed beneath the night sky, sending shivers down the spines of the disciples of the Heavenly Emperor Academy. Even Xuanyuan Wuji was stunned, for Liwu Demon Venerable’s killing intent was overwhelmingly terrifying, to the point of striking fear into his very soul.
In the blink of an eye, Liwu Demon Venerable leaped across more than a dozen mountain peaks and arrived at the wasteland, charging towards the crowd with unstoppable force.
Ran Min swiftly moved to the rear, raising his right hand.
With a crisp snap!
He seized Liwu Demon Venerable’s wrist, and his imnse strength rendered Liwu Demon Venerable completely immobile.
The devastating killing intent was halted by Ran Min. If he hadn’t blocked it, the sheer force of the killing intent alone would have been enough to shock everyone to death.
“Get out!”
Ran Min roared, flexing his right arm and forcing Liwu Demon Venerable to retreat.
If not for the restrictions of the Road of Ten Thousand Slaughters, preventing him from using power surpassing the Wují Supre Lord, he could have obliterated Liwu Demon Venerable with a single punch.
At that mont, Qin Jun finally saw Liwu Demon Venerable’s true form and was moved.
“It’s him!”
Qin Jun’s expression turned strange, and he hastily shouted, “Liwu!”
The mont these words were spoken, Liwu Demon Venerable seed struck by lightning, his body stiffened, and he instinctively looked towards the source of the voice.
The disciples of the Heavenly Emperor Academy hurriedly moved aside, allowing Liwu Demon Venerable to see Qin Jun clearly.
“Master…”
The bloodthirsty color in Liwu Demon Venerable’s eyes faded instantly. His body trembled, his mouth opened wide, and he could hardly believe his own eyes.
Master?
Everyone was shocked. This formidable Demon was actually Qin Jun’s disciple?
Ran Min and Nvwa glanced at Qin Jun in astonishnt.
“What are you waiting for? Co over here!”
Qin Jun scolded him playfully, though deep down, he was delighted to et Liwu Demon Venerable again.
The Emperor of Yanxuan had once ntioned that Liwu Demon Venerable had stayed in the Ancient Sacred Imperial Path, but for the past tens of billions of years, he had disappeared as if he’d vanished into thin air. Now, it turned out he was here all along.
Upon hearing this, Liwu Demon Venerable hurriedly approached Qin Jun, but Ran Min blocked him, preventing him from getting close.
Liwu Demon Venerable showed no anger. Instead, he knelt to the ground and kowtowed before Qin Jun.
An infamous Demon Venerable, throwing away his pride to kneel and bow his head.
Xuanyuan Wuji stared at Liwu Demon Venerable, feeling as though he’d seen him sowhere before.
“Wait… Could it be the one who used to follow Mo Jingcang…”
Xuanyuan Wuji suddenly connected the dots, his face turning pale with fear.
Mo Jingcang was a peerless Demon overlord, even their Headmaster Qin Gongtian was far from being his match. He was also a prominent figure in the Primordial Devil Cult, wielding imnse power.
Could Qin Jun actually be part of the Primordial Devil Cult?
The re thought left Xuanyuan Wuji trembling.
The Primordial Devil Cult had grand ambitions to dominate all universal planes, recruiting only those practicing demonic cultivation, and were renowned for their ruthlessness.
The Heavenly Emperor Academy adhered to the righteous path, despising the Devil Cult and often clashing with them as enemies.
Fear crept into Xuanyuan Wuji’s heart. Could Qin Jun have sinister motives for tolerating their presence all this while?
As this idea struck him, he began retreating cautiously, signaling his junior brothers and sisters to fall back with his eyes.
“Master… I’ve waited for you for so long… I thought you…”
Liwu Demon Venerable was so overwheld he could hardly contain his emotions, while Ran Min looked on with a peculiar expression.
Nvwa was inwardly astonished: Liwu Demon Venerable’s aura was overwhelmingly powerful, yet he was Qin Jun’s disciple. Just who was Qin Jun truly?
After eight years of traveling together, she realized she still knew nothing about Qin Jun.
“Stand up already. There’s a long story to tell. Why are you in this place?”
Qin Jun personally helped Liwu Demon Venerable to his feet. He deeply trusted his disciples.
As he gazed at Liwu Demon Venerable, Yuanchu Emperor, and other disciples who had transford, he believed wholeheartedly that they would never betray him.
Liwu Demon Venerable worked hard to calm his emotions and replied, “Mo Jingcang led to join the Primordial Devil Cult. This is a mission given to by them—to massacre the Road of Ten Thousand Slaughters.”
The words dripped with killing intent, but in Qin Jun’s presence, he suppressed it as much as possible, fearing he might provoke his master’s anger.
anwhile, his heart was filled with curiosity. Why did his master only possess cultivation at the mid-stage of the Wují Mixed Primordial Ultra-Saint Realm?
Despite his doubts, he trusted deeply that it truly was Qin Jun. There were few creatures who even knew Qin Jun in this era, making impersonation impossible. Besides, Ran Min was exceptionally strong—if this were a trick, how could an impersonator subdue soone like Ran Min?
Afterward, Qin Jun caught up with Liwu Demon Venerable, their conversation filled with nostalgia.
Tens of billions of years ago, Liwu Demon Venerable, despairing of ever finding Qin Jun, had ventured alone into the depths of the Ancient Sacred Imperial Path. It had taken him twenty billion years to encounter Mo Jingcang.
He was once Mo Jingcang’s senior disciple, trusted absolutely during the Chaos era, which led Mo Jingcang to bring him into the Primordial Devil Cult.
Truly, the twists of destiny were awe-inspiring.
Mo Jingcang had ventured into the higher realms of the Ancient Sacred Imperial Path tens of billions of years ago. With his unparalleled talent, he now occupied a station Liwu Demon Venerable could only look up to.
“You’ve endured much in my absence,”
Qin Jun patted Liwu Demon Venerable’s shoulder, sighing.
Liwu Demon Venerable shook his head, then changed the subject, asking, “Master, your cultivation level…”
“I encountered the Great Tribulation; I am rebuilding my power,” Qin Jun replied nonchalantly.
The nearby Xuanyuan Wuji and others were inwardly alard. Qin Jun was rebuilding his cultivation? How terrifyingly strong must he have been at his peak?
“Let’s go, we’ll talk on the move. The sooner we leave this wretched place, the better.”
Qin Jun beckoned them forward. After eight years in the Road of Ten Thousand Slaughters, he could no longer wait to leave.
“Understood!”
Liwu Demon Venerable agreed readily. Seeing his master again was his greatest joy; the challenges and bloodshed ahead were of no concern anymore.
Ran Min remained wary of Liwu Demon Venerable but kept a close watch as the group of four continued towards the Blood Moon.
Xuanyuan Wuji and his companions hesitated.
Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from the west, startling them all. Without hesitation, they hurried after Qin Jun.
At this stage, they had no other choice but to follow. Staying behind in this realm would an certain death.
…
In the dark void of the universe, at the edge of the Road of Ten Thousand Slaughters continent, a hundred billion Blood Bats circled overhead, their wingbeats rged into a cacophony of sound.
Amidst the swarming Blood Bats, a sinister palace hovered, massive and imposing, with a giant bat statue perched atop its roof. Its razor-sharp fangs seed poised to swallow an entire planet.
Far in the distance sat Li Hanshui of the Primordial Devil Cult, perched delicately on a jade platter. His brow furrowed deeply, his mind encumbered by questions.
“Why has the Blood Bat Clan gathered here? It’s as though they’re waiting for soone…”
Li Hanshui’s eyes glead with wariness. The Blood Bat Clan was an exceptionally dreadful species, even the Primordial Devil Cult dared not provoke them lightly.
Not only him but across the universe, Qiu Daochen of the Heavenly Emperor Academy was also filled with doubt.
After a fierce battle, the two had reached a stalemate and chosen to retreat from each other, but the appearance of the Blood Bat Clan had shattered the fragile peace of the cosmos.
Suddenly, an eerie jingling sound echoed through the starry skies, startling the hundred billion Blood Bats.
Li Hanshui and Qiu Daochen both turned their gaze in unison, their eyes fixed on the source of the sound. From the depths of darkness, a radiant golden light erged, brilliant beyond asure.
“That’s… the Golden Bell Divine Sect… Why are they here…”
Li Hanshui abruptly lost his composure. The Golden Bell Divine Sect and Primordial Devil Cult were mortal enemies, so he couldn’t maintain his calm.
Qiu Daochen too furrowed his brows as he recognized the faction approaching.
The Blood Bat Clan… The Golden Bell Divine Sect…
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