The First Venerable of All Paths

"Mingche is such a waste; he can't even handle a mere Qi Gathering Realm ant!"

In mid-air, Liu Ming, who had been struck by the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor once again, coughed up blood incessantly.

Upon witnessing Mingche's death, Liu Ming burst into a tirade of curses, filled with rage.

"That little bastard has way too many trump cards up his sleeve!"

Liu Ming knew that he had failed again this time.

"Kid, I hope you'll be just as lucky next time we meet!"

Liu Ming glared hatefully at Fang Xuan, then at the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor: "Next time, I'll definitely take you down!"

After saying that, Liu Ming quickly retreated and then sped off towards the horizon without looking back.

"Want to leave? Not so easy!"

The Crimson Scale Demon Emperor's eyes flashed with blood-red light, and with a twist of his body, he chased after Liu Ming like a swimming dragon.

Fang Xuan lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Although he successfully killed Mingche, Fang Xuan also reached his limit.

Although the Chaos Holy Body was powerful, he was not proficient enough in using it, and Mingche's cultivation was stronger than Fang Xuan's.

For Fang Xuan, being able to turn the tables and defeat Ming Che under extreme circumstances was already quite a stroke of luck.

Fang Xuan struggled to take out a pill, put it in his mouth, and began to regulate his vital energy.

At that moment, Fang Xuan felt a strange unease.

Without time to think, Fang Xuan forcibly twisted his body and left the spot.

"Sizzle!"

A long spear, its array patterns condensed, suddenly pierced the ground, overturning the soil.

If Fang Xuan hadn't dodged in time, he might have been pierced through the body by that spear.

"Array patterns?"

Fang Xuan's eyes sharpened as he scanned his surroundings, trying to find the person who had attacked him.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

But the next moment, the sound of wind breaking came again, and several array-patterned arrows whistled in, blocking Fang Xuan's entire position.

"Clang! Clang!"

In that critical moment, Fang Xuan had a sudden thought, and the Innate Sword Box came rushing in, protecting him beneath it.

All the array-patterned arrows were blocked by the sword case.

"Zhou Yan!"

Fang Xuan's expression was icy as he looked into the dense forest.

There, Zhou Yan was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with an array plate in front of him, into which he was continuously pouring Yuan energy.

Streaks of array patterns were spreading out from the array plate, preparing to envelop Fang Xuan within them.

If Fang Xuan were surrounded by array patterns in his current state, he would be annihilated by the array.

Zhou Yan is quite cautious this time.

Even though Fang Xuan was already at his limit, they were worried that he might have other tricks up his sleeve, so they did not intend to make close contact, but instead used an array to deal with Fang Xuan.

They did it especially when the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor was not around.

Clearly, this guy had been lying in wait, waiting for this moment.

I must find a way to break this deadlock, or I will really die here.

Seeing that the array patterns were about to connect, Fang Xuan had a thought and was about to activate the three thousand array diagrams.

However, the latter remained unmoved.

"Oh no!"

Fang Xuan has already used up the power of the Three Thousand Formation Diagrams, and it can no longer be activated.

Time was running out for Fang Xuan to think. He could only slap the sword box, releasing dozens of sword energies that slashed at the array patterns.

The array patterns were blocked, but they continued to connect at a slow pace.

"It's just a cornered beast fighting back!"

Outside the array patterns, Zhou Yan wore a cold smile.

He formed hand seals and poured all the Yuan energy in his body into the array plate.

"Buzzing!"

The array plate glowed, and the array patterns connected faster than before.

The formation is just a hair's breadth away from completion.

"Not enough!"

Zhou Yan's expression hardened, and he spat a mouthful of blood onto the array plate.

"Boom!"

A terrifying array of power surged from beneath the earth, completely enveloping and suppressing Fang Xuan.

"Sizzle!"

Just then, a stream of light burst forth from the ground behind Zhou Yan, piercing directly through his body.

"Well......"

Zhou Yan trembled, staring incredulously at the ever-expanding bloodstain on his chest, his eyes gradually turning to terror.

"How could this be...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yan's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, his life gradually fading away.

Even in death, his eyes remained fixed on the formation.

Fortunately.

At the last moment, the formation was completed.

Fang Xuan, trapped within the formation, is doomed!

that's the truth.

After wielding the Phoenix Cry Sword and killing Zhou Yan, Fang Xuan's last bit of power was completely drained.

He even felt faint.

They didn't even have the strength to release the sword energy from the sword box and break the formation.

Just as Fang Xuan was in danger and about to be wiped out by the formation, a figure, as fast as lightning, rushed from the direction of Mingyang County.

In a maximum of ten or so breaths, we will arrive at the Ten Thousand Miasma Forest.

This person was none other than Ming Yong.

A powerful expert whose cultivation has reached the second level of the Divine Intent Realm!

At this moment, Ming Yong's face was gloomy, and his whole body exuded a terrifying killing intent.

Not long ago, he had just emerged from seclusion when he learned that his eldest son, Mingche, was leading a group to besiege Fang Xuan.

After getting directions, Ming Yong headed straight for the Ten Thousand Malaria Forest.

From afar, he sensed two powerful and terrifying auras clashing fiercely.

Those were two powerful individuals whose strength far surpassed his.

What enraged Ming Yong even more was that Ming Che's soul tablet had shattered!

This means that the eldest son, Mingche, is dead!

Looking at the broken soul tablet in his hand, Ming Yong channeled his spiritual power, pushing his speed to the limit.

Eight breaths later, Ming Yong arrived at the Ten Thousand Malar Forest.

The two Divine Intent Realm experts who had fought have already left.

Ming Yong's body trembled as his divine sense swept downwards.

He saw Mingche's body.

His head was smashed open; he died a gruesome death.

Within that formation, he sensed an aura.

It's Fang Xuan!

This murderer killed his two sons!

"You little bastard, I'll tear you to pieces, skin you alive!"

Ming Yong's eyes immediately turned red.

Without further hesitation, he raised his palm, gathered his spiritual power, and pressed it down hard on Fang Xuan.

He wanted to first destroy Fang Xuanwu's meridians, then destroy his dantian, and finally take him back to torture him day and night, making him experience a true fate worse than death!

"Snap!"

The giant hand of spiritual energy descended, shattering the formation instantly.

"Pfft!"

Fang Xuan, trapped under the formation, spat out another mouthful of blood.

If the formation hadn't blocked most of Ming Yong's attack, this palm strike would have been enough to kill him.

Even so, several of Fang Xuan's meridians were broken, and his vision was blurred.

He grabbed the Innate Sword Box, wanting to release the ancient sword energy within.

But the sword case remained unmoved.

Fang Xuan's heart sank.

I can't even open the sword case. Am I really going to die here?

You damned Red Scale, where have you been?!

"You little bastard, die!"

With a roar, Ming Yong conjured another giant hand of spiritual energy, grabbing Fang Xuan and preparing to crush his martial meridians and dantian.

"Boom!"

At this critical moment, a crimson light pierced through half a meter of void and shattered Ming Yong's giant spiritual hand.

"Whoosh!"

The Crimson Scale Demon Emperor appeared in mid-air, grabbed the unconscious Fang Xuan, and stared intently at Ming Yong with his bloodthirsty vertical pupils.

"You're asking for it!"

A terrifying aura surged forth from the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor, who opened his mouth and spat out a beam of blood-red light that struck Ming Yong.

Ming Yong quickly swayed his body to avoid Chi Lin's attack.

"A demon...a demon emperor?!"

Ming Yong stared at Chi Lin in shock, his heart filled with utter astonishment.

He finally found out.

Why couldn't Mingche catch Fang Xuan for so long? It turns out that he had a demon king protecting him.

"Take this claw of mine!"

The Crimson Scale Demon Emperor wouldn't waste words with Ming Yong. He raised his sharp claws and slammed them down on Ming Yong.

Ming Yong's expression changed, and he formed a hand seal, condensing a shield of spiritual energy.

"Snap!"

The shield had barely appeared when it was shattered by claws.

Ming Yong stepped into the void, retreating continuously, his face filled with shock.

The Demon Emperor's strength was terrifyingly high, far surpassing his own.

"Let's see how many times you can withstand this!"

The Crimson Scale Demon Emperor snorted coldly, and its claws shot out again, as large as mountains, smashing towards Ming Yong.

But then a strange thing happened.

Before it could even strike Ming Yong, the giant claw formed from demonic power disintegrated.

Meanwhile, the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor's body continued to shrink, and its aura rapidly declined.

"Um?"

Ming Yong was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening.

"This demon is injured and is not to be feared!"

Ming Yong's eyes lit up, and he immediately formed a hand seal.

"Since that's the case, then I'll finish you off first!"

Between heaven and earth, spiritual energy gathers.

Finally, it coalesced into a finger covered with mysterious runes and pressed down towards the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor.

"Spirit-Slaying Finger Kill, Break!"

Ming Yong shouted, and his fingers fell even faster, causing the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor to plummet downwards.

Intercepting Spirit Finger Strike is a high-grade Xuan-level finger technique martial art.

One point is enough to destroy mountains and block rivers!

"Damn it, it's all that brat's fault! Otherwise, I wouldn't have suffered this backlash from my bloodline!"

The Crimson Scale Demon Emperor emitted a blood-red mist that enveloped his entire body.

The next moment, the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor transformed into a streak of blood and roared away from the depths of the mountain range, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

The giant finger of spiritual power fell, causing the earth to shake, soil to fly, and vegetation to be destroyed.

The entire Wanzhang Forest was reduced to ruins by that one finger.

But the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor had already fled into the vast mountain range.

"Blood Escape Technique?"

Looking in the direction where the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor had fled, Ming Yong's expression was gloomy, his face full of murderous intent.

"You can't escape!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the Demon Emperor was seriously injured and could not even unleash one-fifth of his strength, Fang Xuan was determined to kill him even if he chased him to the ends of the earth.

And Fang Xuan too!

This child must not be allowed to live!

After collecting his son's body, Ming Yong flew through the air and chased after Chi Lin in the direction he had fled.

Three days later.

Unable to find anything, Ming Yong smashed a mountain peak to pieces with a single slap.

"Buzzing!"

But suddenly, a dark cloud rose from beneath the mountain peak and flew towards Ming Yong.

Ming Yong stared intently, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Those weren't dark clouds at all, but ants!

"Six-winged flying ants?"

Ming Yong's heart skipped a beat, and he turned and fled without hesitation.

The six-winged flying ant, although only a fourth-order demonic beast.

However, they possess an ability that even those at the Divine Realm level fear.

That means it can devour Yuan energy and spiritual energy.

Moreover, these creatures are numerous and fearless.

Once you get entangled in these things, you'll be lucky to escape with your life!

Ming Yong would never believe it, not even if you beat him to death.

The mountain peak he casually smashed turned out to be the nest of a group of six-winged flying ants.

Ming Yong was fast, but the six-winged flying ant was not slow either, hanging behind Ming Yong at a leisurely pace.

Ming Yong underestimated the tenacity of these six-winged flying ants, who relentlessly pursued him.

This made Ming Yong curse inwardly, but he could only push his speed to the limit to try and get rid of these annoying guys.

Ming Yong was unaware of this.

Not long after he left, a streak of light silently slipped into the nest of the six-winged flying ants and disappeared.