Honghuang: The Golden Crow Emperor, starts by robbing the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 897 Becoming a Disciple of Kunpeng
"Does your Ten Thousand Demon Palace want to die?!"

The roar of the Daoist Quasi-Saint shook the void.

"This fiend has a deep-seated hatred for our Daoist sect. If you insist on protecting him, you will be making yourselves enemies!"

"Hehehe..." The Quasi-Saint of the Myriad Demon Palace responded with a cold laugh, his voice carrying an undeniable force, "This person was personally selected by Ancestor Kunpeng, and must be taken away today! Fellow Daoists, please do me a favor!"

...

Listening to the tense argument between the two sides, Jonghyun instantly understood.

A glint of ruthless determination flashed in his eyes, then he burst into laughter: "I'm willing! I'm willing to serve under Ancestor Kunpeng!"

The laughter carried a euphoric frenzy born of surviving a catastrophe and a blatant provocation against the Taoist sect, as if to say: 'If you dare, come and try!'

"Insanity!"

"act recklessly!"

The Daoist quasi-saints had never suffered such humiliation, and they instantly flew into a rage.

"Today, let alone Kunpeng, even if the Demon Ancestor Rahu himself came, he couldn't save your dog's life!"

Dozens of terrifying auras erupted suddenly. The Great Luo Golden Immortal and Quasi-Saint attacked at the same time, their killing intent soaring to the heavens, even aiming to kill several powerful figures from the Myriad Demon Palace!

"Fellow Daoists, if you have no means of escape, you will likely perish here today!" Zhong Xuan said sarcastically, but his gaze was fixed on the people of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

"Hmph! Junior, don't underestimate the methods of my Ten Thousand Demon Palace!" The leading Quasi-Saint of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace snorted coldly, and with a flick of his hand, he took out a pitch-black feather that was flowing with chaotic energy!
Om-!
The feathers trembled slightly, and a burst of light suddenly shone out, instantly transforming into a huge light shield that firmly protected the several Quasi-Saints of the Myriad Demon Palace, along with Zhong Xuan, within it!
"Stop them!" The attackers instantly sensed something was wrong and unleashed a barrage of magical powers and treasures in an attempt to tear apart the light barrier.

Unfortunately, we were ultimately a step too late!
Suddenly, the feathers unfurled, and a powerful, domineering bird cry that pierced through the heavens and earth resounded!

A phantom image of a Kunpeng, obscuring the sky and the sun, appeared, flapping its wings!
boom! boom! boom!
The light shield, along with several people inside, transformed into a streak of light that tore through space, enveloped by the illusory image, and escaped at an unimaginable speed!

All that remained was a raging torrent of energy and the ashen face of the Taoist immortal.

"Damn it! This kid must have planned this all along and is secretly colluding with the Ten Thousand Demon Palace!"

"How dare they collude with the old demon Kunpeng! The immortals shall join forces to exterminate them!"

"Quickly report to the Ancestral Master!"

The immortals were shocked and furious, and they all transformed into streaks of light and fled.

...

The Northern Sea, the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

The long rainbow carrying Jonghyun and the others arrived in an instant, landing in front of a magnificent palace that exuded a powerful, almost tangible, demonic aura.

The eerie aura was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"Boy, this is my master Kunpeng's dojo, the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons!" The quasi-saint who had come to the rescue spoke coldly, his tone carrying a condescending scrutiny. "Since you have entered the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, you must abide by the rules here!"

"Rules?" Jonghyun scoffed, making no attempt to hide the arrogance in his eyes. "Who doesn't know that the Ten Thousand Demon Palace only takes in desperados and traitors? What difference is there between them and me? Why bother pretending!"

"Insolence!" The faces of the quasi-saints instantly turned ashen, their killing intent surging.

Jonghyun, however, paid no attention and stepped into the palace gate, his sharp gaze sweeping over this legendary den of demons.

"What is the current state of the top powerhouses of the primordial world?" he murmured to himself, quickly recalling the information his true form had obtained from Shen Ni.

Jonghyun remembered the information that his true self had obtained from Shinni.

That fragment of Rahu's soul was equivalent to a first-rate powerful being in the primordial world.

And this Kunpeng is merely a top-tier second-rate player.

He wanted to see just how powerful this legendary Lord of the Northern Underworld really was. Soon, led by the quasi-saints who were suppressing their anger, Zhong Xuan arrived at a vast hall that seemed to exist independently of the heavens and earth.

The moment they stepped inside, a terrifying pressure, vast as an abyss and chilling to the bone, suddenly descended!
moment!

It was as if the weight of the entire North Sea had instantly pressed down on Jonghyun's spine!

Its power far surpasses that of an ordinary quasi-saint!
Click!

Jonghyun's bones cracked and popped, as if he were about to be crushed at any moment.

He groaned, pressing his longsword firmly against the ground, ignoring the blood trickling from his mouth and his body trembling violently, yet stubbornly refusing to kneel! His eyes held an almost insane stubbornness.

"Oh?" A soft hum, tinged with a hint of surprise, rang out.

The next moment, a figure appeared silently in front of Jonghyun.

He was shrouded in a black robe, his temperament was as deep and mysterious as the sea, and his eyes seemed to contain ancient ice.

It is the evil corpse incarnation of the Kunpeng Ancestor!
"You are Jonghyun?" The voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

Under immense pressure, Jonghyun nodded heavily with difficulty, squeezing out a hoarse voice: "Yes!"

"Very good." The Kunpeng Corpse's gaze pierced Zhong Xuan like a tangible object. "A mere few thousand years, and you've reached the Quasi-Saint realm... unbelievably fast. Tell me, how did you do it?"

Such speed is defying the heavens, even for beings born with innate abilities!

In the current environment of the resurgence of primordial spiritual energy, it is too conspicuous!

Zhong Xuan had already prepared his answer in mind. He mustered his strength, withstood the oppressive aura, and spoke with a resolute tone: "In my heart, the Great Dao is clear! With clear thoughts, cultivation will naturally advance without hesitation!" The pure will contained in his words caused the cold gaze of the Kunpeng evil corpse to flicker slightly.

"The Great Dao is clear? Heh." A cold smile curled at the corner of the evil corpse's lips. "Then tell me, which Dao do you wish to cultivate?"

"The Path of Slaughter!"

Jonghyun acted without hesitation, decisively!
The sound remained clear even under the pressure.

"Oh? Why?" The Kunpeng evil corpse frowned almost imperceptibly, its gaze fixed on Zhong Xuan.

"Only killing can stop the fighting! Only killing can prove the Dao!" A bloodthirsty light flashed in Zhong Xuan's eyes, and his voice carried an almost cruel calmness. "In the primordial world, which great calamity was not paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood? Slay the enemy and seize their fortune! The death of relatives and friends can also inspire courage and avenge them, breaking through between life and death! The so-called great calamity, in the final analysis, is the path forged by killing!"

The evil corpse of Kunpeng fell silent for a moment.

Pangu created the world and slaughtered the chaotic gods and demons.

The initial calamity of the Dragon and Han dynasties saw a bloody war among the three races.

The Lich Wars were so devastating that the heavens and earth shattered...

Although Jonghyun's words were extreme, they pointed directly to the cruelest essence of the primordial world: strength is supreme, and the victor writes the rules!
Jonghyun's voice grew even colder, as if proclaiming the truth: "Even the mighty Pangu had to slaughter three thousand gods and demons to obtain the resources to create the world! In this world, all conflicts ultimately boil down to one word: kill!"

"Arrogant!" The Kunpeng Corpse sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm. Suddenly, it asked with a playful tone, "So, if you are strong enough, everyone in my Ten Thousand Demon Palace, including myself, is among those you would kill?"

He unleashed an even more ferocious killing intent, intending to crush Jonghyun's will and force him to submit and admit his mistakes.

Jonghyun grinned, revealing bloodstained teeth, his smile both ferocious and unabashed. His gaze met the cold stare of the Kunpeng Corpse without flinching, and he spoke, word by word:

"If that day ever comes when my strength surpasses all of you, even the Ancestors... then naturally, I shall kill! I shall slay!"

boom!
Upon hearing this, the entire hall seemed to freeze!

The quasi-saints who led Jonghyun in gasped in shock, looking at Jonghyun as if he were a dead man!
How dare you speak so openly about murdering your master and destroying your ancestors in front of the patriarch?!
The Kunpeng Corpse's pupils also contracted slightly, and an indescribable... interest appeared on its face, which had been as cold as ice for millennia.
He stared at Jonghyun's eyes, which showed no fear but only pure killing intent and ambition, and remained silent for several breaths.

(End of this chapter)