Chapter 621

Chapter 621: The Secrets of the Devil Race

"A descendant of the Devil Race? Impossible!"

Ye Yun’s heart raced. The Devil Race was only vaguely mentioned in ancient texts, their existence shrouded in myth. Their true power remained a mystery.

"Highly likely. Otherwise, how could Master Hei Xu wield the Xuan Yuan Devil Whip? That whip requires demonic energy to activate—no ordinary power can unleash its might. The strike that killed Ling Mo Cheng could obliterate even someone at the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul stage. What else but demonic energy could fuel such force?" The Ancestor of the Sword Path spoke gravely.

Ye Yun took a deep breath. "What exactly *are* the Devil Race? I’ve only heard fragments."

The Ancestor remained silent for a moment, deep in thought.

Ye Yun’s eyes fixed on Master Hei Xu, standing a hundred zhang away. The man held the devil whip calmly, as if he hadn’t just slain two Nascent Soul experts. He seemed to savor the tension, waiting for the crowd’s submission—or their deaths.

"Take your time deciding," Master Hei Xu said coolly. "The devil whip’s return heralds bloodshed. Choose wisely."

A middle-aged man stepped forward, voice trembling. "Master Hei Xu, we respect your power, but we’re mere subordinates following orders. The Misty Sect, Divine Grace Palace, and Great Qin Empire agreed to share the Secret Vault’s treasures. Breaking this pact would tarnish your reputation—"

Master Hei Xu smiled. "Circumstances have changed. The whip’s appearance alters everything." He flicked his wrist. A crack echoed as the man’s arm tore free, blood splattering. The victim choked back screams, face white with terror.

"My new terms: retrieve *all* treasures for me. If I’m pleased, you’ll get the scraps. Disobey, and the whip claims your lives."

Two men bolted for the exit. "We withdraw!"

"Too late." The whip snapped. Their bodies erupted into crimson mist.

Silence gripped the crowd. No one dared breathe. Master Hei Xu had discarded all pretense—defying even the three major powers and their Saints.

Ye Yun frowned. *Is he suicidal? Even with the whip, how can he challenge Saints?*

"He’s a devil descendant," the Ancestor said. "They fear nothing—not life, not death."

"Then they’re fools?"

"Fools don’t nearly topple the Three Realms. Common devils may be brutish, but their leaders are cunning. They once breached the Heavenly Realm itself—no mere feat of strength."

"Are there more devils here now?"

"Undoubtedly. Only devil blood can wield demonic energy. Master Hei Xu *is* one."

Ye Yun pressed, "What happened in the Battle of Immortals and Demons?"

"The devils ravaged the Three Realms. Saints fell like wheat before scythes. Only the Heavenly Realm’s divine artifacts halted them. When they invaded the Human Realm, humans and demons united but still lost countless experts. Saints littered battlefields like corpses."

"How were they stopped?"

"The Four Heavenly Emperors descended with a million heavenly soldiers—Saints in power, their generals stronger. Together with mortal forces, they drove the devils back and sealed the realms. But losses were catastrophic: over 800,000 heavenly troops dead, thousands of generals lost. Our realms’ elites perished, cultivation resources drained. The Human Realm’s energy thinned tenfold—reaching Sainthood now? Nearly impossible."

Ye Yun stared at Master Hei Xu. *If his devil blood awakens fully, what horrors could he unleash?*

He clenched his fists. Against such power, his own cultivation meant nothing.

*Strength. I need more strength.*