The First Demon of the Chan Sect

North of Cold Origin Ancient City, the crowd was agitated, and everyone was cursing Lord Hun Tian.

At this moment, the face of the Golden Boat City Lord was frighteningly grim as he stared at Shi Mu, who had fallen into a stupor, and spoke almost word for word, "All Cold Origin Guards listen to my command, search the entire city for Hun Tian from the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons, dead or alive!"

"Yes, master!"

All of the Cold Origin Guards knelt on one knee, their voices ringing out powerfully.

No one noticed, or perhaps it was deliberately overlooked by the Golden Boat City Lord, that a tall local with a vacant look in his eyes had turned and left at the moment Shi Mu had uttered Hun Tian's name, disappearing into the vast crowd in an instant.

...

In the eastern part of Cold Origin City, at the mansion where Hun Tian resided.

"Whoosh!"

A figure, completely shrouded in a black robe, appeared like a bolt of lightning in the quiet courtyard without making a sound.

"Who goes there?" The black-robed man guarding outside Hun Tian's chamber asked in a low shout.

"Shadow Lord, it's me!" The previous shadow pulled down the hood over his head, revealing a pale face with triangular eyes.

The Shadow Lord startled, asking, "Shadow Shier, why have you returned alone? Where's Ying Shisan?"

Shadow Shier's face twisted in ugliness, his triangular eyes radiating deep-seated hatred, "That subordinate of the Young Master we made contact with, Shi Mu, was exposed. City Lord Golden Boat used a secret technique to make him spill everything. In an attempt to silence him, Ying Shisan released the Bloodthirsty Divine Needle, but to our surprise, City Lord Golden Boat's power was immense, and he sent the Divine Needle flying back at Ying Shisan. Caught off guard, Ying Shisan was struck by his own Divine Needle, destroyed in both body and spirit!"

"What? Golden Boat, you've gone too far!" The Shadow Lord roared in anger upon hearing this, black demonic energy bursting forth from his body.

Shadow Shier, suppressing the sorrow in his heart, said, "Lord, we need to come up with a plan quickly! Golden Boat is already leading the Cold Origin Guards to hunt us throughout the city. If we don't leave now, we might never escape!"

"I'll go report to the Young Master!" The Shadow Lord also realized the urgency and turned to barge into the chamber.

"Creak!"

Before he could reach the door, it swung open from the inside out. Hun Tian stood there, face dark as thunder, and stared at Shadow Lord and Shadow Shier with murderous intent.

"Splat!"

Blood splattered unexpectedly. Shadow Shier never anticipated that Hun Tian, whom he saw as the Young Master, would lash out without warning!

Wielding a golden longsword in his hand, moving faster than lightning, he cleaved Shadow Shier in two—blood flying and spraying everywhere.

At this moment, the Shadow Lord felt his scalp explode; Hun Tian's actions were too abrupt—he could never have anticipated such a merciless betrayal by their Young Master!

"Young Master, what is the meaning of this?" The Shadow Lord stood trembling, his face showing a hint of panic.

"What meaning?" Hun Tian sneered coldly and said, "What do you mean by 'what is the meaning?' That Golden Boat is a formidable force at the Half-step Heavenly Dao Level, comparable to my father in cultivation. You fools dared to murder right under his watch; aren't you simply pushing me towards death?"

"But Young Master, your humble servant has followed you for many years, if not for merit, at least for hard work. Why be so ruthless?" The Shadow Lord shuddered, his heart shocked by Hun Tian's ferocity.

"The only way out now is for you to die so that I can cleanse the sins you brought upon me! I do not wish to be constantly remembered by a Half-step Heavenly Dao Level Great Power, so..." Upon saying this, a thirty-foot Blood Radiance shot from Hun Tian's eyes. He lunged violently, aiming to kill the Shadow Lord.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Dozens, if not hundreds of figures burst out from every corner of the mansion, each wielding thick True Yuan and scattering Spiritual Treasures, bombarding the Shadow Lord.

Things had taken such a turn; the Shadow Lord was filled with a bitter taste in his heart. Initially, he wanted to please the Young Master by committing murder, but now he found himself being hunted by his own Young Master—an irony indeed.

However, having served alongside the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons, subjugating many Central Heaven Worlds for so many years and still living tastefully, the old fellow naturally had profound cultivation. He let out a low shout, and soon a massive Saintly Pressure filled the environment, crushing everything in all directions.

"Plop!"

Among Hun Tian's followers, all who were at the Early Stage of Quasi-Saint were unable to withstand the Saint's pressure. They fell to the ground with a crash, and the Spiritual Treasures they had raised exploded in the air in an instant.

The terrifying aftermath of the explosions shattered all the buildings in the mansion.

"Since you are ruthless, Young Master, don't blame this old servant for being unrighteous! Die!" With these words, the Shadow Lord's eyes filled with killing intent as he reached out with a large hand, intending to crush a dozen or so Quasi-Saints on his left side to death.

"Humph!" Seeing this, Hun Tian snorted coldly and swung his golden fist to meet the attack, seemingly unconcerned with the Shadow Lord's Saint's Body, ready to confront it with his bare hands.

"Ding!"

A look of mockery flashed in the Shadow Lord's eyes. His hand, enveloped by thick Demonic Qi and resembling a fan, flung Hun Tian's golden fist away, twisting the wrist into an odd angle, bending the entire fist upwards at a three-hundred-sixty-degree angle.

At the same time, the Shadow Lord had no intention of letting them go. He slapped down again with his hand, which spanned dozens of zhang in width, completely encompassing everyone beneath it.

Everyone was terrified and let out a collective roar, throwing their Spiritual Treasures into the air.

For a moment, Light Swords, long knives, giant hammers, Big Seals... Hundreds of dazzling Spiritual Treasures, radiating huge Mana fluctuations, bombarded the giant palm in the Heavenly Vault.

"Clang!"

When hundreds of Spiritual Treasures collided with the gargantuan palm, they burst forth dazzling golden light, soaring into the sky.

A deafening boom sounded, and the Shadow Lord's palm visibly trembled, but soon regained its composure. He flipped his hand gently, and endless Black Demonic Energy flowed downwards like a waterfall descending from the Nine Heavens, cascading down...

This was the overwhelming power of a Saint, capable of crushing a Quasi-Saint to death thousands of times—incredibly terrifying! Each stream of Demonic Qi could pierce through the Void, like a raging and tumultuous ocean surging forth.

This was the immense might of a Saint, where the Primordial Spirit and the Heavenly Dao become one, turning the hand into clouds and covering it with rain, with a single thought capable of causing rivers of blood to flow thousands of miles within the Starfield.

"Boom!"

Like the ocean, the waterfall of Demonic Qi poured down, a pitch-black expanse that was appalling to behold, enveloping Lord Hun Tian and the others.

"Shadow Lord, this Lord Hun Tian has not stopped torturing us in the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons! Killing this little beast so easily seems too kind! I think we should refine him slowly and, in the end, pull out his Primordial Spirit and burn it in the Endless Nether Fire for billions of years!" At this time, ten Black Robed Men appeared silently beside the Shadow Lord, the Black Robed Man on the far left speaking in a cold and piercing voice, intending to erode Lord Hun Tian bit by bit.

"Ha-ha, back in the day, elder brother and number six had their fifth limb cut off by Lord Hun Tian, I bet they are eager to vent their anger!" The Black Robed Man on the left said with a trace of cruel satisfaction in his voice.

"Shadow Lord, let me do it!" The tall, skinny Black Robed Man on the far right stepped forward, his voice laden with endless resentment.

The Shadow Lord withdrew his hands and controlled the Demonic Qi within a hundred zhangs, turning to the thin, high Black Robed Man on the right and said, "Ying Yi, be quick! I believe Golden Boat and the others are almost here!"

After speaking, the Shadow Lord took two steps back. Ying Yi and the Black Robed Man in the middle stepped forward, the Black Robed Man in the center sneered, "With Shadow Six in action, Lord Hun Tian, prepare to be utterly destroyed, to suffer until death."

"Even if I have roamed the limitless Central Heaven World, I won't be intimidated by a house slave like you! If you're going to make a move, do it quickly!" Within the Demonic Qi, Lord Hun Tian showed no fear; instead, his eyes flickered with a successful plot.

"Hmph, truly courting death!" The two Black Robed Men finally made their move, their fingertips shooting out miles of Blood Radiance, each as thick as a water bucket, engulfing Lord Hun Tian and his followers.

Not far away, the rest of the Shadow Demon Thirteen Guards all chuckled gleefully, as if seeing Lord Hun Tian's misfortune was an extremely exciting spectacle.

"Ah! It hurts like hell!"

"No, my arm… someone save me!"

"My lord, Lord Hun Tian save me…"

Soon, within a hundred zhangs, that dense black fog carried the sound of extremely miserable screams; all the followers whose cultivation had not yet reached the Quasi-Saint Late Stage wailed horribly and quickly fell silent, being refined alive by the Black Demonic Qi.

However, what puzzled the two of them was that under the melting of the Black Demonic Energy, Lord Hun Tian was not only unharmed but appeared to be enjoying it.

"Rumble!"

Just as they were about to increase the power output to burn him with Demon Fire, a tsunami-like sound was heard, and endless blinding light came from outside the mansion, striking the black pool of Demonic Energy from afar.

In the center of the courtyard, a splendid scene unfolded, with golden radiance piercing the sky as if opening the door to another world, with dazzling clouds steaming and shrouding the heavens and earth enclosed by the black fog.

This was a terrifying power of heaven and earth that was beyond imagination; golden radiance became the only existence between heaven and earth!

The Golden Boat City Lord, wrapped in golden light, and an array of grimly armored Cold Origin Guards descended from the sky, carrying an air of murderous intent and pressing towards the Shadow Lord and the others.

"Bang!"

Eventually, all the Demonic Qi was completely cleansed by the golden radiance. After a moment, the golden light dissipated, revealing the figures in the courtyard.

At this point, seven out of ten of Lord Hun Tian's followers were gone, more than three hundred people reduced to just over eighty, all wounded and in disarray. Even Lord Hun Tian, who was surrounded in the center, was no better off, his face covered in dirt and his golden Daoist robe eroded into tatters.

Li Qingming and other elites from various realms had just flipped over the wall outside the courtyard. Upon seeing the sorry state of Lord Hun Tian, they were first taken aback then burst into loud laughter.

"Ha-ha-ha, Lord Hun Tian, who roasted you like this?" Long Xuhu slapped his thigh, mocking without any restraint.

Li Qingquan's eyes held a hint of jest as he said, "Fellow Daoist Hun Tian, you really have a unique taste!"

...

Faced with the mockery, Lord Hun Tian's face turned shades of green and purple, wanting to suppress his rising anger, but no matter what, he couldn't contain it.

Golden Boat City Lord glanced at the people coldly and said to the Shadow Lord and others floating in midair, "Who are you?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)