Xu Fang’s entire body radiated a fierce, blinding light, as if a deity had descended to the mortal realm. The intensity of his aura forced everyone to squint, barely able to make out his figure in the sky. His face was obscured, but the overwhelming presence was unmistakable.

  The Ghost-Mourning Blade in his hand exuded a sinister aura, its surface swirling with the fragmented souls of those it had slain. Wailing ghosts, vengeful spirits, and the remnants of demons and immortals clung to the blade, their anguished cries echoing through the air. They hungered for the flesh and blood of Bull Demon King and his companions.

  “Xu… Xu Fang!!!”

  Bull Demon King squinted, using his massive hoof to shield his eyes as he stared at Xu Fang hovering in the sky. His voice trembled with shock, his tongue stumbling over the words.

  How had Xu Fang found them? How had he appeared before them so suddenly?

  “What?! Xu Fang?!”

  The Ape Demon King also noticed Xu Fang, whose killing intent was so palpable it seemed he wanted to skin them alive and feast on their flesh. His face turned pale with fear.

  They were deep in the heart of Uttarakuru, the territory of the great demon sages. Yet, Xu Fang had dared to chase them here, unafraid of the demon kings’ power.

  “Xu Fang, you dare chase me into demon territory? You’re courting death! Today, I, the Serpent Demon King, will have my revenge!”

  The Serpent Demon King’s eyes burned with rage. Xu Fang had not only humiliated him but also stolen all his treasures. No matter how powerful Xu Fang was, the Serpent Demon King was determined to make him pay.

  He gripped his weapon tightly, ready to charge at Xu Fang.

  The other demon kings, however, were far less enthusiastic. Their faces turned ashen as they recalled the last time they had faced Xu Fang. In the North Sea, they had been utterly defeated, fleeing for their lives. If not for Kun-Peng Ancestor’s intervention, they would have perished under Xu Fang’s blade, becoming mere ghosts in the annals of history.

  “We need to run! This guy is a killing god! With our current strength, we’re no match for him!”

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  The Macaque Demon King spoke urgently. He had always opposed Bull Demon King’s plan to steal Sun Wukong’s Primordial Qi, and he feared Xu Fang more than anyone.

  But the Serpent Demon King, stubborn and hot-headed, was determined to fight.

  “If we run now, we might still have a chance to escape. But if we stay, we’re doomed!”

  “Xu Fang, you’re ruthless!”

  Bull Demon King spat out a curse before clutching the Primordial Qi and fleeing at breakneck speed. In an instant, he vanished, leaving a trail of crimson light in his wake.

  Xu Fang’s strength was no secret to him. After all, Xu Fang had once shattered one of his horns with a single punch. That pain and humiliation were etched deeply into his memory.

  Though he longed for revenge, he knew he was no match for Xu Fang—especially not in his current enraged state.

  “Damn it!”

  The remaining demon kings cursed as they watched Bull Demon King flee without a second thought.

  “That bastard! He just ran off without us! What a piece of trash!”

  Without hesitation, the other demon kings scattered in different directions, fleeing for their lives. Only the Serpent Demon King remained, his weapon trembling in his hand.

  “Damn it all! They all ran! What do I do now?!”

  He was torn. If he ran, he’d lose face. If he stayed, he’d die. Despite his burning anger, he knew Xu Fang’s strength all too well. He doubted he could even withstand a single strike.

  “Heh, it seems you’ve got some backbone after all! Fine, I’ll grant you a quick death!”

  Xu Fang’s voice was cold as he hovered in the air, his gaze fixed on the Serpent Demon King.

  The Ghost-Mourning Blade let out a shrill cry, and Xu Fang vanished in an instant.

  Before the Serpent Demon King could react, Xu Fang was already in front of him, the blade descending toward his head.

  The sharp edge of the blade, accompanied by the wails of the vengeful spirits clinging to it, sliced through the air with a deafening roar.

  “Die!”

  The Serpent Demon King barely had time to raise his weapon in defense. Before the blades even clashed, he could feel the overwhelming power radiating from the Ghost-Mourning Blade.

  Crack!

  The sound of metal breaking rang out as the Serpent Demon King’s weapon was cleaved in two by Xu Fang’s strike. The pieces fell to the ground with a clatter.

  In the next moment, the Ghost-Mourning Blade struck the Serpent Demon King’s head.

  A cold sensation washed over him as the blade split him in two.

  In an instant, torrents of blood gushed from the two halves of his body, forming rivers of crimson that stained the earth red.

  With a single strike, Xu Fang had slain the Serpent Demon King.

  “One down. The rest of you won’t escape.”

  After dealing with the Serpent Demon King, Xu Fang’s eyes glowed with a faint red light. The Ghost-Mourning Blade, now bathed in blood, emitted a sinister crimson glow, its killing intent coming alive.

  Xu Fang’s gaze turned toward the direction Bull Demon King had fled. Activating the Flowing Clouds in Rainbows technique, his body transformed into a streak of light as he pursued his next target.

  As long as the mountain remains, there will be no shortage of firewood.