The Yellow Springs Holy Son, Blood Asura, and Heavenly Nether Child were the top prodigies of the Yellow Springs Valley, the Shura Gate, and the Heavenly Fiend Sect, respectively. Like the youth in black armor, they were all at the pinnacle of the Netherworld Continent's younger generation. "To think that the dignified successor of the Battle Demon Hall, Yan Fei, is actually the inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art. Truly unexpected," the Yellow Springs Holy Son said with a cold smile. This youth in black armor was named Yan Fei, and he was indeed the most outstanding prodigy of the current generation of the Battle Demon Hall. And the blind girl was his own younger sister, Yan Qingying. "I also didn't expect that you three great sects would become the lackeys of an Immortal Domain prodigy!" Yan Fei retorted coldly. Hearing this, the faces of the Yellow Springs Holy Son and the others turned a bit unnatural. Although it was the truth, could he not use such an ugly term as "lackeys"? "Hmph, how could you possibly know the power of Lord Fallen God Scion? In this Lower Realm, no one dares to provoke Lord Fallen God Scion," the Yellow Springs Holy Son said coldly. "That's right. To be noticed by Lord Fallen God Scion is your honor. Surrender obediently and come with us," the Heavenly Nether Child said as well. "If I can survive this, I will definitely kill that whatever-Fallen-God-Scion with my own hands!" Yan Fei's pitch-black eyes emanated a cold air. He suddenly turned his head and said to an old man beside him, "Elder, please take Qingying and leave. I will hold them off here!" "Yan Fei, you... sigh, alright." That elder was also very decisive, directly taking Yan Qingying and retreating. "No... brother..." Yan Qingying's expression changed abruptly. She wanted to stay, but she was forcibly taken away by the elder. "Qingying, flee quickly, don't worry about me!" After Yan Fei shouted coldly, he turned and charged towards the Yellow Springs Holy Son and the other two. Originally, his strength was only about the same as the Yellow Springs Holy Son and the others. But at this moment, as Yan Fei raised his hand, a pitch-black vortex appeared, as if it could swallow all things. His pair of pitch-black eyes also radiated an aura that could devour all things. "It really is the God-Swallowing Demonic Art!" The Yellow Springs Holy Son and the others were extremely excited. If they could capture Yan Fei and then suppress him, wouldn't they be great heroes? When that time came, the Fallen God Scion would definitely reward them, and perhaps even take them to the Immortal Domain. "Kill!" The Yellow Springs Holy Son and the other two also attacked. Some other cultivators from the Battle Demon Hall chose to stay behind to block the experts of the three great sects. Just as Yan Qingying had retreated from the back mountain, suddenly, an earth-shattering explosion was heard. At the same time, the terrified roars of the Yellow Springs Holy Son and the others also rang out. "Yan Fei, you're truly insane! To actually self-detonate, you don't even want your life!" As this scream fell, Yan Fei self-detonated, perishing together with the Yellow Springs Holy Son and the others in mutual destruction. "Brother..." Yan Qingying let out a sharp scream, her heart filled with grief. "Qingying, let's go quickly!" A trace of sorrow also appeared in the elder's eyes.
The entire battle lasted for several days. In the end, the Battle Demon Hall was outnumbered. Besides a small number of people who escaped, most of the cultivators of the Battle Demon Hall perished. Of course, the three great sects and other factions also suffered extremely heavy losses. Even top prodigies like the Yellow Springs Holy Son had fallen. But what terrified the three great sects was that the person the Fallen God Scion wanted, the inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art, Yan Fei, had actually self-detonated and died. This made the three great sects extremely anxious. However, they could only brace themselves and report back.
Inside the grand hall, upon the bone throne, the Fallen God Scion didn't say a single word after hearing the news. Below, the cultivators of the three great sects were all dripping with cold sweat, their legs trembling. "We beg for your mercy, my lord! That Yan Fei wanted to self-detonate, we couldn't do anything about it!" The cultivators of the three great sects all knelt down in unison. But to their surprise, the Fallen God Scion did not seem to be furious. "No... something's not right," the Fallen God Scion said to himself. "It is rumored that in the Lower Realm, there is a legend of the Ten Heaven-Defying Children. The fortune of an entire realm will converge on one person." "Logically speaking, the inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art, Yan Fei, should be the Heaven-Defying Son of the Netherworld Continent. How did he die so easily?" "Shouldn't he have tried to find a way to survive and then get revenge on me?" The Fallen God Scion was contemplating. The Fallen God Palace was an immortal faction with a deep foundation and knew many hidden secrets. As the Young Supreme of the Fallen God Palace, the Fallen God Scion naturally knew a lot of information. He had also heard about the Ten Heaven-Defying Children. But hadn't this Heaven-Defying Son of the Netherworld Continent died a bit too easily? After a moment of thought, the Fallen God Scion said indifferently, "You said that a small number of remnants from the Battle Demon Hall escaped?" "Yes, that's right. A small number of people escaped, including that Yan Fei's sister, Yan Qingying," the cultivators of the three great sects replied. "Hmm? The sister of the inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art?" The Fallen God Scion raised an eyebrow. Then, he spoke, "I'll give you seven days to find all the remnants of the Battle Demon Hall. Especially that Yan Fei's sister, she must be captured alive!" "Yes!" The cultivators of the three great sects replied in unison and then departed. "Could it be that I guessed wrong from the very beginning? But that Yan Fei did indeed use the God-Swallowing Demonic Art..." "It doesn't matter. As long as I capture everyone related to him, everything will become clear," the Fallen God Scion sneered. He was determined to obtain the God-Swallowing Demonic Art.
Just as the entire Netherworld Continent was in chaos, in a desolate mountain range, there was an ancient teleportation array covered in a thick layer of dust. This teleportation array, which had not been activated for a long time, suddenly radiated with a piercing brilliance. Then, the void distorted, and a group of figures appeared. It was precisely Jun Xiaoyao and his group. Jun Xiaoyao stepped out of the golden carriage, looked around, and asked, "Which realm is this?" "Replying to the Divine Child, this should be the Netherworld Continent. To get to the Hidden Dragon Continent, we need to pass through this realm," Ancestor Dongxuan replied. "Is that so? Then let's transfer directly and head to the Hidden Dragon Continent," Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand. Just then, the middle-aged man in pitch-black battle armor beside him looked slightly hesitant, as if he wanted to say something but held back. "Is something the matter?" Jun Xiaoyao noticed the man's expression and asked. Ancestor Dongxuan beside him smiled and said, "The Young Master may not know, but this Netherworld Continent is Brother Gu Yuan's hometown." "So that's how it is." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, finally understanding why Gu Yuan had such an expression. Gu Yuan cupped his hands slightly and said, "Young Master, to be honest, this subordinate was once the seventh-generation Hall Master of the Battle Demon Hall on the Netherworld Continent. Now that I've returned to my homeland, it's inevitable that I feel a bit emotional." "Of course, the Young Master's business is more important. We can go directly to the Hidden Dragon Continent," Gu Yuan replied. He wouldn't dare to delay Jun Xiaoyao's journey for his own personal matters. "It's no trouble. You have all worked hard by this Divine Child's side for so long. Now that we've arrived in your hometown, you should go and take a look at the Battle Demon Hall," Jun Xiaoyao said with a light smile. "Thank you, Young Master!" Gu Yuan cupped his hands, his expression filled with gratitude. Next, they set off and casually found a cultivator to ask for the location of the Battle Demon Hall. However, the information they received caused Gu Yuan's expression to change drastically. "What did you say? The Battle Demon Hall has been destroyed?"
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