Chapter 385: Peng Feng’s Name, First Resounds in the Primordial World๏ผ2๏ผ
“Investigate again, investigate again, no matter what, we must find out the details of this Peng Feng. It’s impossible for such a powerful Quasi-Sage to suddenly appear.” Ancestor Witch Tian Wu instructed.
“Yes.”
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On the Human Race side.
Suiren Shi also encountered another Human Race Old Ancestor, Shennong Shi.
When Shennong Shi saw that Suiren Shi had rescued so many members of the Human Race, he couldn’t help but be stunned: “How were you able to rescue so many people? Wasn’t Sword Forging City guarded by the Three Great Demon Marshals?”
Suiren Shi shook his head: “It wasn’t me who rescued them.”
Immediately, he explained what had happened.
After listening, Shennong Shi couldn’t help but be stunned, his eyes shining as he said: “So, a half-human, half-dragon hybrid Quasi-Sage suddenly appeared, and with just four slashes, killed the two Great Demon Marshals, Ji Meng and Jiu Ying, and scared away Demon Marshal Ying Zhao? When did our Human Race produce such a powerful person???”
“That’s right. Where is this Quasi-Sage named Peng Feng? Where is he? Our Human Race is willing to honor him as the First Ancestor of the Human Race.” Shennong Shi’s thoughts were the same as Suiren Shi’s; it was rare for the Human Race to have a powerful backer, so they had to hold on tight.
There was no other way, the Human Race was having a miserable time in the Primordial World.
It was truly tragic!
They were being slaughtered by various powerful forces,
and now, they were being slaughtered by the Demon Race to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword.
Suiren Shi gave a wry smile: “This Quasi-Sage has gone to challenge the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court alone.”
“Why didn’t you advise him? It’s not easy for our Human Race to produce a Quasi-Sage, if he falls like that, wouldn’t it be over?” Shennong Shi was directly frustrated.
Suiren Shi helplessly said: “How could I not advise him? I almost wore my mouth out trying to persuade him, but was it useful? He just wouldn’t listen, he just had to go challenge the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court alone, there was nothing I could do. I’m just a small Golden Immortal, could I possibly stop a Quasi-Sage?”
Shennong Shi said: “So, the only Quasi-Sage of our Human Race is a bit mentally unstable and about to fall?”
Suiren Shi said helplessly: “I don’t want to say it, but that’s the truth.”
And this news quickly spread, and the various races nearby all learned about the events of Sword Forging City. They were all exclaiming that the Human Race, such a weak race, had actually produced an unparalleled hero.
That was a Quasi-Sage!
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Let’s talk about,
at this time,
in the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court.
The Demon Race’s Heavenly Court was the first Heavenly Court after the creation of the world.
The Demon Race’s Heavenly Court was vast and boundless. It didn’t have the exquisite beauty of the later Heavenly Courts, but it had a primordial aura.
Above the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court, there were three hundred and sixty-five stars, each as large as the sun.
In the central area of the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court, there were two rather grand palaces.
One was the Demon Emperor Palace.
The other was also the Demon Emperor Palace.
Of course,
the Demon Emperors who lived in these two Demon Emperor Palaces were different.
One was East Emperor Taiyi.
The other was Di Jun.
Actually,
East Emperor Taiyi didn’t handle much, he was immersed in cultivation every day.
The one who truly handled matters was Di Jun.
Therefore, when something happened, whether it was the Demon Teacher or the Demon Marshals, they would mostly report directly to Di Jun.
On this day, one of the Ten Great Demon Marshals, Ying Zhao Demon Marshal, directly barged into the eastern Demon Emperor Palace: “Your Majesty, there is a major matter to report.”
Di Jun’s height was about ten meters. He was wearing a golden robe with the image of a three-legged golden crow printed on it. His whole body gave off a very warm feeling.
Di Jun’s face was like polished jade, and he was quite imposing.
“Ying Zhao, weren’t you training the Witch-Slaying Sword in Sword Forging City? Why have you returned?”
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Ying Zhao Demon Marshal said with a bitter face: “This subject was indeed training the Witch-Slaying Sword in Sword Forging City. I had already killed five hundred million members of the Human Race, and only five hundred million more were needed for the Witch-Slaying Sword to be completed. Once that Witch-Slaying Sword is complete, it can even break through the defenses of the Ancestor Witches.
However, today a living being suddenly appeared. This living being had dragon horns on his head and the aura of the Human Race in his bloodline, he should be half-human, half-dragon.
Originally, I thought that this half-human, half-dragon bloodline should be quite weak. But as a result, this person defeated our three Great Demon Marshals working together with just four slashes. He killed Demon Marshal Jiu Ying and Demon Marshal Ji Meng. I was also afraid that such important news wouldn’t be able to get out, so I had no choice but to escape, just to get this information out.”
Upon hearing this, Di Jun’s expression changed: “What? A half-human, half-dragon hybrid actually has such abilities? What is the name of this half-human, half-dragon?”
“At the time, he seemed to call himself Peng Feng.”
“Peng Feng?” Di Jun thought carefully. In his memory, there was really no such person. He didn’t know where this person came from.
“No matter what his origins are, anyone who dares to kill our Demon Race’s Demon Marshals must die!” Di Jun said with full confidence.
The Demon Race dominated the Heavenly Court,
except for those few Saints who lived in seclusion outside the heavens.
Who had their Demon Race ever feared?
Whoever came would be destroyed,
that’s how amazing their Demon Race was.
Just at this moment,
a voice suddenly resounded: “The Human Race’s Peng Feng, has come to the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court to demand repayment for the blood debt of the five hundred million Human Race lives under the Witch-Slaying Sword.”
The voice was clear and bright.
However,
when it reached the ears of the Demon Race’s Emperor Di Jun,
when it reached the ears of Demon Marshal Ying Zhao,
when it reached the ears of the Demon Race, from the Demon Emperor to the Demon Teacher and Demon Marshals, down to the ordinary Demon Generals, they were all extremely shocked.
Are… are you kidding me?!
The Demon Race’s Heavenly Court was the Demon Race’s base camp.
It was one of the places with the most experts in the world.
The other place was the Ancestor Witch Mountain of the Witch Race.
These two places were the most imposing places in the world.
When people of other races arrived in front of the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court, they were all trembling with fear.
But now,
someone actually, because of a mere five hundred million Human Race lives, was attacking the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court to demand repayment for the blood debt.
Was this?
Where did things go wrong?
Why did it sound so strange!
And those Demon Generals guarding the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court were even more dumbfounded. They could see that Peng Feng’s bloodline was half-human, half-dragon.
How could someone with such a weak bloodline dare to challenge the entire behemoth of the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court? Where did he get such courage?
BIG courage!!!
At this time, Demon Emperor Di Jun couldn’t help but snort: “This Emperor was just about to say that I must kill this Peng Feng, and he delivers himself to our door. He is seeking death! It’s just as the saying goes, ‘Heaven has a path, but you don’t take it, hell has no gate, but you insist on barging in.'”
Immediately,
Demon Emperor Di Jun directly flew out of the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court’s East Heaven Gate.
Outside the East Heaven Gate, there was a blue-robed middle-aged man with dragon horns on his head. This middle-aged man had a heroic aura, and he was holding a saber, an ordinary iron saber.
“Are you the Human Race Quasi-Sage Peng Feng who killed Demon Marshal Ji Meng and Demon Marshal Jiu Ying with four slashes in Sword Forging City, and scared away Ying Zhao?”
“That’s right.” Peng Feng nodded: “Judging by your appearance, you should be the Emperor of the Demon Race’s Heavenly Court. Are you East Emperor Taiyi, or Di Jun?”
“I am Di Jun.”
