Chapter 140: All the Elites Are Deployed

At the very moment Ye Feng found himself in a secluded village like a paradise untouched by the world, the members of the Heavenly King Alliance set out en masse, heading toward the ancient city of Loulan on the shores of the East Sea.

Though nearly a month had passed, the sky deep over the East Sea still shimmered with streaks of rosy light. The dense spiritual energy caused the nearby trees to grow rapidly, nearly transforming into tree spirits.

As more and more cultivators gathered in Loulan, some noticed that within the towering pillars of spiritual energy, occasional strange objects surged upward with the overwhelming flow, only to vanish swiftly afterward.

The mystery of why Dragon Island vanished instantaneously thousands of years ago had become common knowledge even among ordinary people.

As the battleground of ancient divine wars, Dragon Island had witnessed the fall of countless primordial gods and immortals, each a formidable being whose power was beyond comprehension. To obtain even a fragment of an artifact from such ancient divine beings was an extraordinary opportunity.

The allure of such treasures—especially divine weapons and immortal armors—was irresistible to any cultivator.

Two months after these strange phenomena began, the Western Dragon Clan emerged fiercely. The young Dragon King Dan Hu led his generation with thunderous might to annihilate a faction of their mortal enemy, the Medusa Snake Clan, killing nearly a hundred of their elite. Afterward, they raised their tails and charged toward the eastern ancient city of Loulan.

In battle, Dan Hu, relying on his clan’s absolute mastery over magic, single-handedly slew three high-level Spiritual Emperors.

Days later, upon hearing the news, the Snake Clan’s strongest warriors surged toward their lost faction—only to find the place long abandoned, with hundreds of clan members’ corpses left behind.

Four months after the strange phenomena, a mysterious young powerhouse invited a group of ghost-exorcising Taoist priests to conduct a grand ritual at the foot of Mount Fengdu, provoking the pursuit of three Dharma protectors of the Fengdu Ghost Clan. In the end, the young man unleashed an ancient and lost technique—the Nine Turns Bright King Skill—blasting a half-step Spiritual Emperor protector to death and fleeing arrogantly.

Six months later, masters from the Ethereal Pavilion and numerous young elites from the Sacred Grounds clashed for three days and nights on the plains where East and West met, the Demonic Plains. Neither side gained the upper hand until a young man suddenly appeared on the fourth day. Having refined the Ethereal Pavilion’s Nine Ethereal Techniques to the fourth realm, he swiftly turned the tide, forcing the Sacred Grounds’ forces to retreat in disarray.

Eight months later, a peerless divine weapon—King Yue’s Hook—sprouted from the flux of spiritual energy. Legend held that this weapon belonged to the ancient divine lord of another realm, King Goujian, who once used it to slay his mortal enemy, Lord Fuchai.

Ten months later, the divine weapon Fangtian Halberd emerged.

As divine weapons and treasures appeared more frequently, ever more cultivators flocked to Loulan on the East Sea’s shore. Those who reached this place were all prominent figures, each unwilling to yield. Daily friction and skirmishes became constant.

By then, Loulan had long been occupied by various factions. The once desolate coastline was now crowded, mostly with the younger generations of these factions.

Boom!

A thunderous roar echoed nearby—another fight had broken out. Youngsters always considered fire to be the greatest passion.

A group of idle young cultivators surged toward the noise.

“It seems the younger generation from the Eastern Lands is as weak as rumored,” said Mo Lian, the young Demon King of the Little Demon Clan, standing casually with a three-zhang whip in hand, his white hair flowing in the wind. His aura radiated strength.

“Damn! It’s that Killing God again. He’s already defeated his thirty-fifth young Eastern Land cultivator.” Seeing the unconscious youth nearby, the crowd dared not voice their anger, for the young Demon King was only sixteen but had already reached the half-step Spiritual Emperor realm.

“Senior Brother!” A voice called from the crowd. A young boy hurried to the fallen youth’s side, shouting loudly. “If you dare hurt my senior brother, be prepared to die.” He fed the unconscious youth a pill, then turned his gaze toward the young Demon King.

Before he finished speaking, the boy dashed toward Mo Lian, now gripping a long spear.

With one hand gripping the spear, the boy infused all his spiritual power into it. The spear glowed faintly with a cyan light, streaking forward like a swimming dragon.

The spear shot out, astonishing the crowd.

“Who is this person to wield such might?” one spectator exclaimed. But before he finished, Mo Lian’s lips curled with disdain, utterly unfazed by the spear’s rapid approach.

Swish...

The soft whip lashed out, black infernal flames coiling around it. The moment it struck the spear, it slammed into the boy’s chest. Like his senior brother, the boy was thrown flying, spitting blood and losing consciousness.

The crowd was stunned—this was just too bizarre! The boy had at least mid-level Spiritual Emperor strength but couldn’t withstand a single strike from the young Demon King’s whip.

“Whose cowherd is this? Should be herding cattle, not causing trouble here,” a wildly discordant voice sneered from the crowd.

Mo Lian, who was about to leave, turned around. His dark purple eyes fixed on the boy scratching his ear, a smile playing on his lips. “Little Taoist, if you’re not off exorcising ghosts on Mount Fengdu, what are you doing here?”

It turned out the boy was the same one who had conducted ghost-exorcising rituals beneath Fengdu’s ten-thousand-ghost mountain.

“I’m no Taoist,” the boy snapped.

With that, he unleashed a punch. Countless afterimages of fists roared forth, striking toward Mo Lian.

Swish...

The whip cracked, breaking through the myriad fist shadows toward the boy. The boy dodged, sliding on one knee and pressing forward.

Whoosh...

Unbelievably, the whip seemed to have eyes, wrapping around the boy’s ankle.

“I’ll kick you to death!” the boy raged, releasing a surge of spiritual power. He flipped backward to break free from the whip’s grasp, then unleashed a barrage of kicks, scattering footprints through the air.

For a moment, the sky was filled with flying footprints, dust swirling around, engulfing Mo Lian.

In the dazzling chaos, an impossible whip shadow broke through the footprints, striking the boy’s foot, causing him to scream in pain.

Mo Lian shot out from the dust. A faint footprint marked his pristine white chest, glaringly obvious.

The Demon King’s furious dance began.

Seeing the boy still yelling ahead, Mo Lian’s anger flared. Spinning around, his three-zhang whip instantly lengthened, slicing through the void like a ghost, aimed at the boy.

Clang!

The whip struck the boy’s body, but sounded like metal hitting stone.

“The Bright King Golden Bell... what is his relationship with Galo of the Heavenly King Alliance?” someone in the crowd shouted suddenly.

Only then did everyone notice a protective barrier like an egg-shaped dome surrounding the boy. Each whip strike caused ripples like water on its surface.

Bright King Seal...

Tired of always being on the defensive, the youth’s temper flared. With a snap of his fingers, the Bright King Seal descended from the heavens.

A giant spectral handprint several zhangs wide thundered down, crashing into Mo Lian’s area, kicking up dust once more.

As the handprint landed, the Bright King Golden Bell shattered simultaneously. A whip strike pierced the boy’s back, forcing him to vomit a mouthful of blood.

When the dust settled, Mo Lian knelt on one knee, pale as a ghost, blood trickling from his mouth. He was clearly beyond fighting.

“Hmph! You little cowherd,” the boy staggered forward, pointing at Mo Lian and sneering.

No one had expected the mighty young Demon King to be defeated. Over time, he had crushed thirty-five fellow high-level Spiritual Emperor elites and was hailed as a rare prodigy. Yet today, he fell to an unknown youth.

But hearing this youth was the same reckless lad who months ago had conducted ghost-exorcising rites under Fengdu Mountain, no one found it surprising. His possession of the Nine Turns Bright King Skill alone explained everything.

It should be known that the Nine Turns Bright King Skill was the secret technique practiced by the cold-faced Sword Demon of the Heavenly King Alliance.