The white-robed young man laughed. "Your humor... Ahhh!!!"
Before he could finish his words, his entire body jolted as if electrocuted. He retreated violently, his face twisted in horror as he let out a piercing scream.
The cause of this sudden change was a single flicker of flame.
A tiny flame.
A small flame known as the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame.
A deep, amethyst-like fire ignited on the white-robed youth’s chest—none other than the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame, a power belonging to his kin!
"Ahhh! The... the... Star-Extreme Demonic Flame!!!" The white-robed youth shrieked like a man who had seen a ghost, his earlier composure shattered, now resembling a hysterical madman.
All because of the infamous reputation—and terrifying might—of the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame.
"Y-you... just who are you?! How could you possess the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame of the Immortal King?!"
Screaming in panic, the white-robed youth frantically unleashed every fire-suppressing technique he knew, desperately trying to extinguish the tiny flame.
Alas, the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame was not something a being of his level could ever hope to quell.
In an instant, the deep purple demonic fire raged wildly, spreading across his chest, neck, limbs, and back. No matter how violently he expelled his magic power, it was useless.
He could only watch helplessly as his body was engulfed in flames.
"Star-Extreme Immortal King is my kin," Gu Qingfeng said leisurely.
By now, the white-robed youth had been burned down to nothing but a golden skeleton, his entire form reduced to a charred husk.
Yet, he was not dead.
With a thud, he collapsed to his knees.
"My lord! We’re on the same side! You are of the Immortal King’s bloodline, and I am but his lowly servant! Please, my lord, withdraw your divine power!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The golden skeleton kowtowed frantically.
"Same side, my ass! Go ask King Yama in hell—do you even deserve to call yourself that?" Gu Qingfeng kicked the golden skeleton to the ground.
Then, he pulled out the Immortal-Binding Chains and wrapped them around the skeleton, instantly sealing its magic power. The flames, now unchecked, intensified.
"Ahhh! Spare me!!"
In the end, he perished amidst agonized screams.
Gu Qingfeng hurriedly recalled the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame, then stared at the skeleton—now reduced to barely a tenth of its original form—with a pained expression.
"What a waste!"
"The spatial ring is gone, all his magic power burned away, and only a few bones remain. And I didn’t even get to visit the Star-Extreme Immortal Dynasty. Tsk."
He sighed deeply, as if he had just lost a fortune. This was exactly why he disliked using the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame—its power was immense, but after killing someone, there was nothing left to loot.
Nearby, Ye Wuyou stood frozen in shock. What the hell just happened?!
A lofty Golden Immortal expert—gone in the blink of an eye?!
And why did his adoptive father possess the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame?
Could it really be true, as he claimed, that the Star-Extreme Immortal King was his kin?
Meanwhile, at the source of the Star River, within the Star-Extreme Immortal Dynasty...
Inside a magnificent palace constructed from divine jade and immortal gold...
A man as majestic as a celestial god abruptly opened his eyes.
"Mo Xing is dead? What in the heavens happened?!"
His thunderous voice resonated like the laws of the cosmos, shaking the void itself.
A figure shrouded in immortal light—its form indistinct—immediately appeared, dropping to its knees before the godlike man, trembling.
"My lord Marquis, allow me to explain. The situation is as follows..."
After the time it took to burn an incense stick, the subordinate finished recounting the events, his voice quivering.
The Marquis listened in silence, then spoke with eerie calm.
"So, the same person who annihilated the Lower Reaches Barrier slaughtered the Middle Reaches Barrier, then killed Mo Xing. Is that correct?"
The subordinate shuddered violently, his soul nearly fleeing his body. Having served the Marquis for years, he knew his master’s temper all too well.
If the Marquis shouted or raged, it meant there was still hope. But when he spoke with chilling composure—death was certain.
"Y-yes, my lord! But please, hear me out! I originally assigned a captain of the Immortal Palace guards to handle this matter, but that lazy bastard accepted the mission and then went on a trip, passing the task to an Upper Reaches official instead. That official did the same—promised to act but did nothing, dumping it onto a Middle Reaches official. The Middle Reaches official, used to flouting orders, just sent a random subordinate. The real blame lies with that damned captain—"
"Enough!"
The Marquis roared, his voice like a thunderclap. The void around them fractured instantly.
Boom!
The subordinate was sent flying, blood gushing from his mouth.
Yet, he had no time to recover. Scrambling back on his knees, he kowtowed repeatedly.
"My lord, spare your wrath! This lowly one deserves death, but please, do not harm your noble health!"
"You do deserve death! I entrusted this matter to you, yet not only did you delegate it, you couldn’t even manage that properly?" the Marquis seethed.
"My lord, it’s not that I didn’t wish to handle it personally, but I feared neglecting my duties to you. The servants might grow lax in my absence—"
"Are you blaming me now?"
The subordinate’s face turned ashen. He kowtowed like a madman. "This lowly one dares not! I would never—"
Boom!
A radiant beam of immortal light shot from the Marquis’s eyes, striking the subordinate. Without even a scream, his body vaporized into nothingness.
Silence fell over the palace.
After a long pause, the Marquis waved his hand. A crystalline mirror materialized in the void, its surface displaying scenes like a screen—revealing the battle between Gu Qingfeng and Mo Xing.
This ability to peer into the past showcased the Marquis’s extraordinary power.
At first, the Marquis watched expressionlessly. But the moment the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame appeared, he shot up from his seat, eyes wide with shock.
"The Star-Extreme Demonic Flame?! How is this possible?"
"Only that old fox, the Star-Extreme Immortal King, can control this flame. Could it be that the old monster isn’t dead after all? That he succeeded in reincarnating? Is this man his reincarnated form?"
He shook his head violently. "No! Impossible! If it were truly him, he would never act so brazenly before regaining his strength. But then... how does this man possess the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame?"
Just then, Gu Qingfeng’s voice echoed from the mirror.
"Star-Extreme Immortal King is my kin."
The Marquis’s gaze sharpened. "Kin? The Star-Extreme Demonic Flame? Then... could he be a descendant of that old monster?"
He nodded slowly. "Yes, that must be it. Only this explanation makes sense."
Relief washed over the Marquis’s face, color returning to his cheeks. It seemed he had been deeply afraid that the Star-Extreme Immortal King was still alive.
"So, the Star-Demon bloodline still exists in this world."
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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