The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 111 - 57: The Demon Emperor Retreats

Suddenly, the sky churned as thick and seemingly endless Evil Qi billowed from Zhu Rong’s body.

Taiyi’s expression shifted subtly as he observed the blood-red Evil Qi around Zhu Rong that amassed unimaginable murderous intent. For the first time, a grave look crossed his face.

"Roar!"

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, that blood-red Evil Qi transformed into thirty or forty savage Fierce Beasts clad in fierce blood armor. The Fierce Beasts howled, their steely hooves shattering the Cangqiong, charging relentlessly towards Taiyi.

Zhu Rong closely followed the Fierce Beasts, his body ablaze with flames that turned green, as his eyes shot out inches of Blood Radiance. "Clang!"

Taiyi, as if possessed, struck the Chaos Bell frantically. The relief sculptures on the Chaos Bell seemed to come to life, with mountains and rivers materializing over Taiyi’s head, their powerful and majestic presence seemingly lowering the Qingtian a notch.

"Clang!"

The thirty-some Fierce Beasts, like a blood tide, crashed furiously against the Chaos Bell. The sound waves rippled, endless ripples spreading like ocean waves throughout the Void for hundreds of yards all around.

Inside the Chaos Bell, Taiyi was disheveled and in utter disarray.

Zhu Rong, who followed closely after, seemed to wield endless Magic Power in his fists, which struck down both swiftly and heavily at the unseen Taiyi behind the Chaos Bell.

"Clang!"

The melodious, clear ringing echoed across the sky.

Yet Taiyi, as if struck by lightning, saw the protective light of the Chaos Bell tremble violently, nearly dissipating into nothingness.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Zhu Rong hammered at the Chaos Bell like a madman, completely disregarding the gaping, blood-gushing wound on his left arm. His reckless ferocity took Li Qingming, who was watching from high above, by surprise.

"Boom!"

Finally, the seemingly indestructible protective shell of the Chaos Bell burst open under Zhu Rong’s relentless assault. His iron-hard fists brutally pounded on Taiyi’s chest.

"Spurt!"

With a conspicuously sunken chest, Taiyi spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling golden blood and passed out.

"Zhu Rong, you little scoundrel, you’ve gone too far!" Di Jun, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally couldn’t restrain himself from intervening.

"Clang!"

A blood-red flag vibrated violently, lunging straight for Zhu Rong’s face.

The nine-foot-square flag fluttered noisily in the strong wind. Its scarlet hue seemed to possess an incomparable force, capable of tearing apart the Heavenly Vault.

Zhu Rong hurriedly checked his momentum, his hands rhythmically moving, yet his speed was getting increasingly slower, emanating a terrifying energy aura.

"Crack!"

A faint cracking sound seemed to signal the boundless might in these hands.

"Bang!"

The blood-red flag met Zhu Rong’s palm, the Heavenly Vault itself seemed to tremble as cracks in the Void turned into terrifying spatial fissures, and the surrounding space collapsed!

"Thud!"

Under the influence of the colossal force, Zhu Rong’s upper body muscles suddenly bulged, their coiled strength more imposing than that of modern-day bodybuilding champions.

This part of the starfield, as if it were a field of brute force, bound both the flag and Zhu Rong within this stretch of Void.

Just as Zhu Rong began to sweat from his forehead, seemingly unable to hold on, a faint azure light silently drifted onto the battlefield, gently touching the flag.

"Boom!"

The entire Void collapsed once again, and infinite Chaos Qi, accompanied by a shrill wail, madly rushed into the Primordial Land. The rampaging Chaos Qi, in the blink of an eye, eroded the once spiritually vibrant mountain range into a barren hill devoid of any vegetation.

Seeing the situation had become untenable, although he was extremely reluctant to give up, preserving his life still left room for opportunities.

Di Jun pulled Taiyi along and cast a fierce glance at Zhu Rong, making a disgraceful escape towards the peak of Mount Buzhou. Di Jun’s parting words echoed through the void, "Zhu Rong, you brat, I will settle this account with you sooner or later!"

Already drained of his spiritual power and exhausted, Zhu Rong couldn’t be bothered to waste words with Di Jun. He simply lifted his eyelids, gave Di Jun a look, and started panting heavily.

"Dammit, those two measly beasts are pretty formidable!" Zhu Rong cursed as he flopped down on the ground, laughing, "Hahaha, but I’m quite amazing too, to have knocked that good-for-nothing Donghuang Taiyi unconscious and spewing blood! Hahaha..."

"Bang!"

While Zhu Rong was still feeling pleased with himself, immersed in the fantasy of teaching Di Jun and Taiyi a lesson, he was suddenly kicked from behind. He went tumbling forward and did a real face-plant.

"Huh? Who, which son of a turtle had the nerve to kick me, the great one!" Zhu Rong scrambled up in a rather sorry state, looked around, and shouted angrily.

"Oh, Little Fire, getting an attitude now, are we!" Li Qingming saw Di Jun and his companion leaving and no longer hid his presence, sauntering out leisurely.

"Who are you? How dare you launch a sneak attack on an Ancestor Witch!" Xingtian and the other Great Witches didn’t recognize Li Qingming, and now that he had used his magic to blur his features, it was even less likely that anyone could identify him.

Li Qingming was known only to the Twelve Ancestor Witches among the Witch Tribe. After all, where there are more mouths, there is increased chatter, and if the information of Li Qingming’s friendly dealings with the Witch Tribe were to leak into the ears of the Heavenly Court, all of Li Qingming’s plans would be ruined.

"Smack!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Zhu Rong pushed Xingtian, who was in front of him, to the ground and went up to give Li Qingming a big bear hug, laughing heartily, "Hahaha, how come you have time to visit us old brothers again!"

"Ah?" The assembly of Great Witches stared with their jaws dropped to the floor, looking at the scene in complete astonishment.

Li Qingming helplessly shook his head, glanced around, and said, "Let’s talk at the Ancestral Witch Hall!"

"Right!" It took a while for Zhu Rong to snap out of it. He then called out loudly and again dragged the giant wild boar that weighed tens of thousands of pounds toward the Ancestral Witch Hall.

...

In less than a quarter of an hour, everyone had arrived at the Ancestral Witch Hall. Zhu Rong dismissed the others to return to their respective tribes and led Li Qingming straight to the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Before they even entered the hall, Gonggong rushed out like a gust of wind. Without a clear view of who it was, he immediately asked, "Little Fire, was that big commotion earlier caused by you?"

"Hahaha! That was..." Zhu Rong laughed proudly, his eyes squinting into slits, and said, "Let me tell you..."

Before he could finish, Gonggong cut him off, shouting joyfully, "Hey, Brother Li, you’re here, when did you arrive? Big brother, Xiao Mu, Little Electric... Look who’s here!"

Qiang Liang, picking his nose, came striding out with two dark circles under his eyes, muttering, "Xiao Shui, when will your damn loud voice ever quieten down..."

Zhu Jiuyin still had that utterly indifferent demeanor, but when he saw Li Qingming, a flicker of excitement that was hard to notice flashed through his eyes.

Just as Li Qingming was about to greet the Ancestor Witches, a pale yellow figure rushed straight into Li Qingming’s embrace. With warm jade enveloped in his arms, Li Qingming well knew who it could be.

Feeling a tad embarrassed, Li Qingming gently patted the woman’s plump shoulder, saying, "Uh... Sister Houtu, this is..."

Tears brimming in her eyes, Houtu softly beat against Li Qingming’s broad chest, saying, "Bad brother, stinky brother... You haven’t come to see Houtu for such a long time..."

The Ancestor Witches watched the scene with smiles, Houtu’s feelings for Li Qingming were clear to anyone with half a brain. Unfortunately, Li Qingming was in the midst of a great calamity, barely able to fend for himself, let alone entertain romance.

At this moment, the Heaven and Earth Taoist stepped out of the hall, conveniently extricating Li Qingming from the situation.

"I am Qiantian Earth, I pay my respects to the honorable one!" The Heaven and Earth Taoist exuded a refined aura, held but not unleashed, becoming even more proficient.

Taking the opportunity of returning the greeting, Li Qingming subtly stepped aside to let Houtu out and bowed, saying, "We are originally of one body; there is no need for such formalities."

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone proceeded into the hall.

Gonggong, seeing everyone seated, asked, "Little Fire, you haven’t finished what you were saying! Who were you fighting with?"

With a smug look, Zhu Rong said, "Earlier, as we were returning from hunting, I found a Red Skin Gourd. Strange to say, this gourd seemed to be alive and could even speak. I was about to bring it back to show our brothers. Little did I expect that Di Jun and Taiyi, those two measly beasts, would block my way and demand the gourd. After that..."

Zhu Rong recounted the entire process, and the Ancestor Witches reacted differently throughout. Some were extremely angry, others excited... Such a variety of responses reflected the multifaceted nature of the world.

After a good while, once Zhu Rong had finished detailing the matter, Naz looked at Zhu Rong enviously and said, "Dammit, how come you run into these thrilling events? Sigh!"

Helplessly rolling his eyes, Li Qingming thought to himself, "These Ancestor Witches, with the exception of Houtu and Xuanming, are just a bunch of simple-minded, physically robust fight enthusiasts!"