The strongest demon in the history, I am invincible in plundering the heavens Chapter 31 - How Daring of You! The Sect Master's Fury!

Chapter 31 How Daring of You! The Sect Master’s Fury!

“Eh… so he’s not cultivating the techniques of the Feathering Immortal Sect?”

Over on the platform, Su Ming seed to awaken from a dream, his face full of surprise.

“That ans, this blood-energizing, body-strengthening technique of his…”

“It reminds of soone I know.”

“Who do you an, Young Lord?”

The Feathering Daoist quickly perked up his ears, listening intently.

“Old Ancestor Bloodmountain. Not sure if any of you have heard of him,” Su Ming said casually.

At the na, Fang Qingxue looked puzzled. But the Feathering Daoist’s expression subtly changed.

“Old Ancestor Bloodmountain? Wasn’t he that notorious villain from 300 years ago?”

“He was known for using blood sacrifices to temper his body. His physical refinent thods were indeed terrifying.”

“It’s said that his cultivation was only at the Nirvana Realm…”

“But even so, he killed a senior who was about to step into the Dao Realm purely through brute physical power!”

“Although after that battle, he was severely wounded, his blood essence collapsed, and he was presud dead.”

A mix of doubt and fear flickered in the Feathering Daoist’s heart.

“The Wujimo Palace still has a bounty on his head. His refinent thods were so unique—who knows if he’s truly dead.”

Su Ming chuckled lightly.

“This Fang Yuhan may not necessarily be his disciple. That blood-burning technique to boost montum just bears so resemblance, that’s all.”

And with that, Su Ming stopped elaborating. Sotis, saying less leaves more room for others to imagine. Sure enough, the Feathering Daoist’s face grew gloomier.

Before hearing the na “Bloodmountain,” he hadn’t thought too much.

But now…

Thinking of how Fang Yuhan just broke the Greenfla Technique purely through physical might…

And the explosive strength drawn from burning his blood…

Wasn’t it eerily similar to Old Ancestor Bloodmountain’s style?

If Fang Yuhan really inherited his legacy…

Then his presence in the Feathering Immortal Sect could be dangerous!

The Feathering Daoist silently raised his guard. Before, he thought Fang Yuhan was a rare cultivation prodigy. But if the entire sect’s resources were poured into raising him—Would they just end up nurturing another Bloodmountain?

anwhile, in the arena, Fang Yuhan had just easily defeated Xu Lingshan and was filled with excitent. He eagerly looked toward the main viewing platform. He wanted to see how shocked the Feathering Daoist was—and to catch Fang Qingxue’s admiring gaze.

But when his eyes landed there—none of them were even looking his way. Especially Fang Qingxue—she was seated beside Su Ming. They were sitting close together, seemingly deep in intimate conversation.

“Damn it!”

Fang Yuhan was fuming with rage.

That damn Su Ming—why sit so close?

Fang Qingxue is mine!

He gritted his teeth in fury. That infuriating Demon Heir. If it weren’t for him butting in, Fang Qingxue would surely be watching him with admiration!

Fueled by jealousy and indignation, Fang Yuhan bellowed.

“Who else dares to co up and fight?”

“Today, I, Fang Yuhan, will take on all challengers!”

His voice rang with arrogance, trying to draw everyone’s attention. He had to be the center of it all!

But what he didn’t realize was that his brazen attitude only made the Feathering Daoist’s face grow darker.

“Unstable temperant, arrogant and reckless… just like Bloodmountain back in the day.”

“Could it really be him?”

A trace of killing intent flashed in the Feathering Daoist’s eyes.

If this boy truly is Bloodmountain’s successor and he dares cause chaos in my sect—Then I will ensure he dies without a grave!

Su Ming caught all the changes in the Daoist’s expression and smiled faintly, sipping his tea.

At that mont, a prompt rang in his ear.

“Ding! Fang Yuhan’s rise has been interrupted. Luck value -100.”

“Ding! Host’s words struck to the heart. Reward: 1000 Demon Charm points.”

The two back-to-back prompts made Su Ming smile even more. Being the Demon Heir really had its perks.

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Back in the arena, Fang Yuhan was still provoking others. But after seeing him defeat Xu Lingshan so quickly—No one dared step up just yet.

“Haha! Just as I expected—I’m the strongest one here!”

Fang Yuhan was smug. All the years of humiliation as a servant—today, he could finally vent it all.

In his mind, the next scene should be.

The Feathering Daoist joyfully accepting him as a personal disciple. Fang Yuhan knew the current state of the Feathering Immortal Sect—the Daoist was nearing his end. The entire sect was in turmoil, on the brink of collapse. His arrival at this ti was nothing short of a gift from heaven!

Surely the Daoist would exalt him beyond reason!

“And that Demon Heir…”

“Hmph. Once he sees my talent, he’ll try to recruit for sure.”

“But there’s no way I’d ever join him.”

“The so-called Wujimo Palace? One day, it’ll be under my feet.”

“Especially that Su Ming—I’ll make him regret it sooner or later.”

Fang Yuhan’s eyes turned icy.

Just then, the Feathering Daoist stood from the viewing platform.

“He’s coming.”

Fang Yuhan perked up, puffing out his chest—Ready to accept praise and rewards. But in the next mont, a harsh rebuke shattered his fantasy:

“Arrogant and insolent!”

“A re outer disciple, yet your strikes are so vicious!”

“Daring to injure a core disciple—who gave you the right?”

“Using such wicked, unorthodox thods in my sect—who taught you?”

“Stand down imdiately!”

The Feathering Daoist’s voice bood with fury.

Fang Yuhan was stunned.

What… what’s happening?

Is… is he scolding ?

Why?

“I—I won fair and square…”

Fang Yuhan tried to protest.

“You dare talk back!”

The Feathering Daoist roared and pressed down his palm.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure from the Nirvana Realm ca crashing down. Fang Yuhan felt as if a giant waterfall from the heavens slamd into him.

Bang!

He was instantly flattened to the ground.

Crack, crack—

Fang Yuhan coughed up blood. Bones snapped all over his body—who knew how many were broken. He was filled with shock and rage.

No matter how he thought about it.

Why?

He had clearly won.

Why was he being punished like this?