Chapter 144: The Might of the Great Sage, The Emergence of the Demon Man

Upon hearing the tender voice, everyone in the arena was momentarily stunned.

Ye Fan, Shi Yi, and the others, after a brief moment of daze, suddenly burst into ecstatic joy—they knew they were saved!

When it came to who they considered the most formidable, none other than Chen Xing topped the list! He was someone who could casually bestow an immortal artifact, seemingly a being above even immortals themselves.

Among them, Ye Fan was probably the one who understood Chen Xing best. The name "Hongjun" that little Chen Chen had once mentioned had given him a faint inkling of the truth.

Now that they heard little Chen Chen’s voice, how could Chen Xing not appear? Ye Fan’s previous worries instantly vanished.

As everyone turned their heads toward the source, a young man appeared nearby, holding two little girls—one in each arm—looking in their direction.

The two little girls wore strange dresses, one black and one white. Only Ye Fan recognized them as the beloved gothic dresses favored by young girls on Blue Star.

The little girl in white was holding a peculiar turtle and was curiously observing them; she was the one who had spoken earlier.

The other little girl in black also spoke up, “Yes! Yes! He wants to kill Brother Ye Fan; he must be a bad person. Brother, please chase him away,” her voice crisp and adorable.

Though wearing the same style black dress as the white-clad girl, the black-clad girl also wore a round-edged hat adorned with a vibrant green miniature tree, making her look like an enchanting little fairy.

“Greetings, Senior Chen Xing!” Ye Fan and the others forced themselves to bow under the immense pressure, though it was very difficult.

Chen Xing smiled faintly, a purple light shining from his eyes as it circled around Ye Fan and the others before returning to his gaze.

They suddenly felt a lightness, as the overwhelming aura of the Great Sage vanished without a trace.

They hurried to Chen Xing’s side and bowed again, “Thank you, Senior, for saving us!”

Standing aside, coldly observing everything, the Ancient Sage of the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest sneered, “You think he can save you? Our Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest holds several Great Sages. I know he can break through the pressure of our clan’s Great Sages; perhaps his cultivation is peerless, but can he withstand the assault of a Great Sage wielding the Imperial Weapon?”

This Ancient Sage understood that this young man had come silently without alerting him, effortlessly dispelling the aura of their clan’s Great Sages. He might not be a match for him.

Yet he firmly believed that a Great Sage possessing an Imperial Weapon would be invincible in this era before the emergence of multiple saints.

“Heh heh! Don’t forget, we still have immortal artifacts in our hands. What’s an Imperial Weapon compared to that?” Duan De sneered.

“Is that so? Then leave your immortal artifacts here, and we will let you go today,” an aged voice suddenly echoed through the arena.

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Looking up, everyone saw a flash of light in the sky, revealing three figures exuding an overwhelming pressure that shook the heavens.

Following their gaze, Chen Xing observed curiously. The three were an extremely aged old man and two burly men.

From their aura, all three were Great Sages. The most terrifying cultivation was likely that of the elderly man, whose aura was as deep as an abyss, wrapped in dense Dao principles—just one step away from becoming a quasi-Emperor.

Chen Xing could clearly feel that the old man was heavily injured; otherwise, he would have already transcended that critical step.

Given the situation, Chen Xing guessed without calculation that this old Great Sage was likely the strongest existence in the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest—the father of Qianlun Great Sage, who had opposed the Demon Lord all his life.

In the original timeline, the father of Qianlun Great Sage from the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest had spent his life opposing the Demon Lord, setting two records: the oldest quasi-Emperor at ascension, and the shortest reign afterward.

This old Great Sage had once been struck by the Sun and Moon powers of the Demon Lord, sealed in the Divine Source for most of his life since the late Ancient Era.

Later, upon seeing his son unable to withstand the Demon Lord wielding a shattered green cauldron and being slain, this old dragon was forced to emerge and battle the Demon Lord, ultimately defeated and fled.

During the Emperor’s Battlefield, this old dragon achieved quasi-Emperor status after tribulation, only to face the Demon Lord again. The picky Demon Lord despised him for not bathing in stellar essence after his tribulation, claiming his quasi-Emperor dragon body was nutritionally deficient and bland, giving him time to recover for a rematch.

The old dragon suppressed his rage and fought a world-shaking battle with the Demon Lord after recovery, but was ultimately slain and devoured, dying a tragic death.

At this moment, the old man suddenly sensed a strange gaze fixed upon him. Turning his head, he saw Chen Xing looking at him with a pitying expression. Although puzzled, he did not get angry.

He believed that with the Imperial Weapon, the Ten-Thousand Dragon Bell, he could face anything.

Though the opponent might possess immortal artifacts, he did not believe they could truly wield them.

Throughout eternity, no one below the Emperor realm had ever been known to attack with immortal artifacts. Even if the opponent truly had them, they would be mere useless relics.

Upon hearing the old sage of the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest’s arrogance, Duan De and the others sneered, while Hei Huang shook the collar around his neck arrogantly, “My Lord Black Emperor’s immortal artifact is right here. If you have the guts, come and take it!”

Startled, the old man carefully looked at the collar on the big black dog’s neck, sensing a subtle immortal spiritual energy exuding from it, filling him with joy.

Previously, a junior had reported back that they had discovered two immortal artifacts.

The news was initially received by his son, Qianlun Great Sage. Worried it might be true and fearing accidents, he reported it to him.

Because of this, despite his severe injuries, he had broken the seal and come with the Imperial Weapon to kill.

But he had always harbored doubts. Apart from the few legendary immortal artifacts, no others were ever heard of. How could these juniors possess two, no less?

Now, seeing real immortal artifacts before him, he finally felt assured.

The old sage narrowed his eyes, releasing a chilling murderous aura. With a movement of his hand, the Imperial Weapon, the Ten-Thousand Dragon Bell, appeared, and the overwhelming power of the emperor suppressed the space around them.

He would not allow any accidents. The immortal artifacts must be obtained!

Feeling the endless extreme Dao pressure sealing this space, Ye Fan and the others’ faces changed slightly, but only Hei Huang remained defiant.

“What? Want to snatch them? Get past the senior first!” Saying this, he pranced over to Chen Xing but did not speak to him.

He stood upright, two blood-red fruits appearing in his claws, emitting a faint fragrance. He offered them to the two little ones, attempting to bribe them, “Come! Little ancestors, Uncle Hei got you two fruits. Taste and see how they are,” he said with a sycophantic smile.

Chen Xing couldn’t help but silently scoff; this damned dog dared call himself the uncle of the two little ones? Each of those little ones could be his ancestor!

Bah! Who would be the ancestor of this damned dog? He must have lost his mind!

Yet Chen Xing knew this was just Hei Huang’s self-proclaimed title, with no real meaning. Didn’t he just call the two little ones “ancestors” himself?

Watching Hei Huang shamelessly trying to bribe the children, Ye Fan and the others were speechless, gaining a new understanding of this creature’s thick skin.

The old Great Sage of the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest was not angered by Hei Huang’s arrogance. He said to the two beside him, “Qianlun, Longyuan, you two go retrieve the immortal artifacts. If they do not give them willingly, kill!”

The word “kill” was filled with overwhelming killing intent.

“Yes, Father (Ancestor)!” The two responded, their saintly aura radiating, shaking heaven and earth as if two giants were approaching Chen Xing and the others.

Seeing this, Chen Xing was too lazy to intervene. He placed the two little ones on Hei Huang’s back, formed hand seals, and sent forth a purple aura flying toward the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest.

In an instant, the purple aura returned, carrying a withered old man sealed within divine source liquid.