Chapter 305: Don’t Be So Proud

Peach blossoms continued to bloom within the underground palace as the green aura surrounding Peach Blossom Fairy grew stronger and denser.

Finally, a familiar pink miasma emerged, wrapping around both her and the Bixue Lotus, completely concealing them from view.

“Let’s move.”

Duhuo Demon Lord spoke with a deep tone as he witnessed the scene.

Wang Fang glanced at him and hesitated.

“Senior, if we leave now, what if Chen Fei tries a sneak attack…”

“Then he’ll be digging his own grave!”

Duhuo Demon Lord cut him off coldly.

“Peach Blossom Fairy has already begun her breakthrough. Even if I attacked now, I couldn’t guarantee her defeat!”

With that, he turned and headed toward a tunnel ahead.

The others exchanged uncertain glances.

But before they could decide anything, a powerful pressure suddenly burst out from the Bixue Lotus’s location.

Everyone instantly felt a weight press down on their chests.

Without hesitation, they quickened their pace and followed after Duhuo Demon Lord.

This corridor was unlike the others.

Dark, damp, and oppressive—

as if invisible hands reached from the shadows, pulling and clawing at them.

Chen Fei paused.

With a faint vibration from the Void Heaven Cauldron, the disturbing sensations vanished instantly.

The others weren’t so lucky.

Even Duhuo Demon Lord’s face twisted in discomfort, his jaw clenched, eyes bloodshot, clearly struggling against the strange intrusion.

Wang Fang, on the other hand, had a twisted gleam in his eye.

He could feel it now—the summon of the Fallen God!

Yes!

Only a Fallen God could possess such power.

The thought of it made him tremble with excitement.

If he could just absorb the Fallen God’s Hand sealed here, he could break past the Mystic Realm and step into the Human Sovereign Realm!

That kind of power would change everything.

As for Duhuo Demon Lord?

Wang Fang’s lips curled in disdain.

The closer one gets to the remnants of the Fallen God, the stronger the corruption becomes.

The stronger you are, the harder it hits.

But Wang Fang had the Eye of the Fallen God.

He could get closer than anyone else.

Soon, this place would be his!

“Stupid bastard… Let’s see how long you can keep your arrogance.”

He muttered darkly.

“And Chen Fei—I’ll make you wish you were dead!”

“Hehehe… such fresh flesh…”

“Mmm… been a long time since I’ve smelled something so delicious. Are you here to serve me~?”

A twisted, feminine giggle echoed down the corridor.

Suddenly, a Nascent Soul demonic cultivator in the group screamed and went mad—

ripping at his own flesh with his fingernails, leaving bloody trails across his body.

Blood poured out…

Then vanished into thin air.

Within seconds, he shriveled into a mummified corpse, fell over, and shattered into bloody ash.

Everyone froze in horror.

Even the most wicked of the demonic cultivators turned pale with fear.

They had delighted in tormenting others—

But now that they were being slaughtered by some unknown force…

They, too, were afraid.

“What the hell is this place!?”

Someone finally snapped, screaming as they turned to run—

But the moment he moved, his body froze.

Then, like the first victim, he began to violently shred his own flesh, and was quickly reduced to a pile of remains.

“No one move!”

Duhuo Demon Lord roared, panting, his face flushed red and his eyes bloodshot—

It was clear he was barely holding himself together against the invading force.

“Wang Fang! What the hell is this place!?”

He growled, voice trembling with rage.

Wang Fang dropped the act.

Protected by the Eye of the Fallen God, he wasn’t affected at all.

He rose, a smirk of contempt playing on his lips.

“Now you realize something’s wrong? Isn’t it a bit… too late, Duhuo Demon Lord?”

“You think Blood Cloud Sect can be bullied by just anyone?”

Wang Fang sneered coldly.

Duhuo’s expression hardened.

“How dare you speak to me that way!?”

His hands surged with crimson energy, and he struck out at Wang Fang with a lethal blow—

But just as the attack reached him, the Eye of the Fallen God materialized and glared directly at Duhuo.

The demon lord froze in place.

The blood-red energy in his palm dissipated into the air.

“You still don’t get it, do you? This is my domain now.”

Wang Fang said with scorn, the Fallen God’s Eye now resting ominously on his shoulder.

A bizarre, twisted sight—

yet there was something disturbingly natural about it.

“Lord Fallen God! I am your loyal follower! I shall use your power to bring you back to the pinnacle of this world!”

Wang Fang bowed reverently.

As his voice echoed, three more Nascent Soul cultivators—the last ones still alive after chasing Chen Fei—began tearing at their own bodies in a blood frenzy.

“A humble offering of blood and flesh, my Lord. I hope it pleases you.”

Wang Fang lowered his head again, his tone reverent.

“Mmm… such fresh meat… I like it~ So familiar… oh! It’s my eye, of course~”

A whispery voice drifted through the air, sending chills down everyone’s spines.

Wang Fang glanced toward Duhuo Demon Lord.

“A mighty Earth Realm expert like you—surely you’d make a perfect sacrifice, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Wang Fang! How dare you!”

Duhuo Demon Lord roared, veins bulging from his forehead.

Wang Fang just stared at him like a dead man.

“Don’t worry. Being a sacrifice to Lord Fallen God is an honor!

You won’t escape.”

With a creaking, snapping sound, Duhuo’s body began to contort.

His muscles bulged.

He fought to control his hands—

but the throbbing veins on his forehead showed just how hard he was struggling.

“Blood Cloud Sect… If I survive this… I’ll exterminate every last one of you!!”

Duhuo Demon Lord screamed in fury.

“Survive?”

Wang Fang chuckled.

“You think you can resist the will of a Fallen God?”

“Don’t be so proud, Fang.”

A calm voice suddenly rang out.

Chen Fei.

In a flash, he struck!

With a sweep of his massive, edge-less sword, he cut down three unsuspecting Blood Cloud Elders in one motion.

Though they instinctively tried to resist, that same corrupting power locked them in place—

rendering them helpless.

“It’s Chen Fei!”

“Despicable! Young Master, save us!”

Wang Fang’s expression changed dramatically.

These three Mystic Realm elders were precious assets to the sect—

and now, due to Chen Fei, the Fallen God had noticed them.

Sure, Wang Fang had the Fallen God’s Eye.

But he couldn’t command the Fallen God’s will.

Chen Fei’s quiet words now echoed like a curse in his mind.

“Fang… Watching them die like this—

isn’t it a little cruel?”

Chen Fei sneered, eyes gleaming gold.

Then—

golden patterns lit up above his head.

“I see it!”

Chen Fei’s spirit surged.

He had finally perceived the will of the Fallen God!

And that meant—

He now had the power to confront it.

Without a second’s hesitation, he growled:

“Sever the Void!”