166: You should always bring a gift for a class reunion, right?

Top floor of the pavilion.

That black flame paper crane turned into the last wisp of blue smoke in Ye Chenfeng's palm.

The residual warmth of the flames carried a hint of cold provocation.

Wang Duojin leaned in, looking at the streets outside that had regained order yet remained turbulent with undercurrents, a calculating light flickering in his small eyes.

"Eldest Senior Brother, what is this old Devil Head up to?"

"We've already raided his old home, yet he's actually inviting us to a banquet?"

"This isn't just a Hongmen Banquet; it's practically telling us outright that he's dug a pit and is waiting for us to jump in."

Ye Chenfeng withdrew his hand, his expression calm.

"He isn't inviting us."

"He is inviting the Chaos Sword Body within me."

"He is also inviting Fourth Junior Brother's Archaic Dragon God Body and Sixth Junior Brother's Umbra Demon Physique."

"To Old Demon Black Flame, we are not enemies, but the most perfect and powerful sacrifices in his plan."

Zhao Wuyou shouldered the dragon emperor halberd, his golden eyes gazing toward the Abyssal Demon Ridge, his Battle Intent blazing.

"Sacrifices?"

"Then we'll have to see if his teeth are hard enough."

Ye Wushang wiped his demonic weapon shaped like a bone blade, his voice hoarse.

"My stomach is hungry too."

Ye Chenfeng's gaze swept over his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters.

In their eyes, he saw not a hint of fear.

Only, just like his own, calmness and anticipation.

Revered Master said this is a class reunion.

Then, they, these "classmates," cannot go empty-handed.

"Third Junior Brother."

Ye Chenfeng spoke.

"Reporting, Eldest Senior Brother!" Wang Duojin immediately stood at attention.

"Integrate all the properties we 'acquired' today."

"Spread the word that our Myriad Dao Divine Sect will establish the number one trading center in the Western Region in Dry Bone City."

"Any subordinate forces of the Black Flame Demonic Sect, as long as they are willing to break away and bring their land deeds and account books to surrender, we can give them a position as a manager."

Wang Duojin's eyes instantly lit up.

"Eldest Senior Brother, brilliant!"

"Cutting the ground from under his feet! This move is a textbook-level commercial strike!"

"I'll get right on it! I guarantee Old Demon Black Flame will become a commander without an army before the assembly begins!"

"Seventh Junior Brother." Ye Chenfeng looked at Bai Jinnian.

Bai Jinnian held a book scroll and nodded slightly.

"Please give your orders, Eldest Senior Brother."

"Draft a 'Manifesto Against the Demon'."

"Announce to the whole city the conspiracy of Old Demon Black Flame wanting to use the Western Region Prodigies as blood food for Possession."

"No need to write too bluntly."

"Just point out the truth. Whether they believe it or not is up to them."

In Bai Jinnian's eyes, Noble Spirit flashed.

"Jinnian understands. To punish their actions, it is better to first punish their hearts."

"The rest of you."

Ye Chenfeng looked around at everyone.

"Rest and build up your strength."

"In three days, we will attend the banquet on time."

His voice was calm and powerful.

A world-shaking plot against an Immortal Lord was casually decided in this small pavilion... Three days passed in a flash.

Dry Bone City had completely changed.

Signs for "Myriad Dao Real Estate" were planted in every corner of the city.

Of the Black Flame Demonic Sect's properties, not one in ten remained.

Countless small and medium forces, like sharks smelling blood, crazily tore at the Black Flame Demonic Sect, this giant about to fall.

And Bai Jinnian's "Manifesto Against the Demon" was like a heavy bomb, causing an uproar in the hearts of all demonic cultivators about to participate in the Demon Child Assembly.

Although most people claimed not to believe it.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will grow roots wildly.

For a time, the entire Western Region Demonic Path was in a state of panic.

Everyone's gaze converged on that Abyssal Demon Ridge, which was shrouded in Devilish Qi year-round.

They wanted to see.

How this storm, stirred up single-handedly by the Myriad Dao Divine Sect, would end.

They also wanted to see how that overlord of the Western Region Demonic Path, Old Demon Black Flame, would respond.

On this day.

At the Abyssal Demon Ridge, Devilish Qi soared to the heavens.

Countless streaks of light from all directions of the Western Region pierced the sky, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, surging toward the Black Flame Demonic Sect's mountain gate, which crouched like an ancient Vicious Beast.

The mountain gate was established atop a massive active volcano crater.

Scorching lava churned within the mountain's belly.

Crimson Devilish Qi, mixed with the scent of sulfur, made the sky appear an ominous dark red.

On a massive square piled high with the skeletons of ten thousand Devil Heads.

It was already crowded with people.

Prodigies from various major demonic sects of the Western Region gathered together.

They were either in groups of three or five, or standing alone, all emitting a powerful and evil aura.

In everyone's eyes, there was vigilance and undisguised greed.

They were both competitors and each other's prey.

Just then.

"Buzz—"

The sky trembled slightly.

A flying boat, built entirely of golden spiritual wood with an extremely flamboyant design, tore through the Devilish Qi and appeared above everyone's heads.

Atop the flying boat, Formation light flowed.

A massive flag fluttered in the wind.

On the flag, four large characters were embroidered in a flamboyant style.

"Myriad Dao Divine Sect".

"They're here!"

"It's the people from the Myriad Dao Divine Sect!"

In the square, there was an instant uproar.

Everyone's eyes simultaneously turned toward that golden flying boat, which was out of place with the surrounding Demonic Path style.

The flying boat slowly descended.

Eight figures leaped down from the boat.

Leading them was Ye Chenfeng.

He wore a purple-gold Daoist robe, his black hair like a waterfall, holding an ancient sword, his gaze as indifferent as water.

He just stood there quietly, as if he had become the center of this world.

The Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters behind him were also each of extraordinary bearing.

Zhao Wuyou with the posture of a Dragon God.

Ye Wushang with the shadow of a Demon God.

Gongsun Yan surrounded by the fragrance of medicine.

Bai Jinnian with his enduring Noble Spirit.

The eight of them were like unsheathed sharp swords, their brilliance fully revealed, forming a sharp contrast with the eerie, demonic square.

"Hmph, a bunch of hicks from the Eastern Region."

An emerald cold snort of disdain sounded from the crowd.

A tall young man covered in demonic patterns, whose cultivation had reached the Late True Immortal stage, pushed through the crowd and walked out.

He looked at Ye Chenfeng, his eyes full of provocation.

"Do you really think that because you played some small tricks in Dry Bone City, you can walk sideways in the Western Region?"

"This is the Abyssal Demon Ridge!"

"This is the Black Flame Demonic Sect's territory!"

"It's not a place for brats like you, who haven't even grown all your hair, to come!"

His name was Mo Teng, and he was the most proud Personal Disciple under the Black Flame Demonic Sect's Sect Master.

He was also a favorite to win the title in this Demon Child Assembly.

He was following his Revered Master's orders to give these ignorant guests from the Eastern Region a show of strength.

Ye Chenfeng's gaze didn't even linger on him.

He just looked up toward the most magnificent black palace at the end of the square.

It was as if, in his eyes, this shouting Mo Teng was no different from a pebble on the side of the road.

This feeling of being completely ignored caused Mo Teng's face to instantly turn the color of pig liver.

"You motherfucker, you're looking for death!"

He let out a roar!

The Late True Immortal stage Demonic Essence within his body erupted!

A massive fist burning with raging black flames, carrying the power to burn mountains and boil seas, smashed down toward Ye Chenfeng!

"Stop!"

Just then, a sharp shout came from the direction of the palace.

An Elder of the Black Flame Demonic Sect hurriedly flew out, wanting to stop it.

However, it was too late.

Zhao Wuyou moved.

He didn't even pull out the dragon emperor halberd on his back.

He just simply took a step forward.

Then, he met the attack with a punch.

His fist was fair and slender.

Compared to Mo Teng's giant fist burning with demonic flames, it appeared so small and fragile.

"Courting death!"

A flash of cruel pleasure appeared in Mo Teng's eyes.

He felt as if he could already see the opponent's entire arm, along with his body, turning into charcoal under this punch!

The next instant.

The two fists, completely disproportionate in size, collided!

There was no world-shaking explosion.

Only a muffled, drum-like boom.

"Boom—!"

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Everyone saw.

The cruel smile on Mo Teng's face froze.

Replaced by extreme disbelief.

His giant fist, burning with raging demonic flames, actually shattered inch by inch like paper the moment it touched Zhao Wuyou's fist!

The black demonic flames were extinguished.

Following that.

It was his thick arm!

Bones shattered!

Flesh turned to pulp!

A domineering and peerless golden Dragon Qi, unstoppable and crushing everything in its path!

It surged along his arm and into his body!

"Pfft—!"

Mo Teng spat out a mouthful of blood.

His whole body flew backward like a broken kite!

He traced a sharp parabola in the air.

Heavily crashing onto the square ground a hundred zhang away!

He smashed a human-shaped deep pit into the hard obsidian ground!

One punch!

Only one punch was used!

The Late True Immortal stage demonic Prodigy, Mo Teng!

Defeated!

The entire field was deathly silent.

All the demonic cultivators were as if they had been struck by a freezing spell, each one dumbfounded.

They looked at the handsome young man with flying golden hair slowly withdrawing his fist as if they were looking at an ancient Vicious Beast in human skin.

That Black Flame Demonic Sect Elder who had just flown out of the palace also froze in mid-air.

His face was filled with horror.

"Alright."

Ye Chenfeng finally withdrew his gaze.

He glanced at Mo Teng, who lay in the pit, his life or death unknown.

His voice was calm and indifferent.

"Now, does anyone else think we shouldn't have come?"

No one answered.

What answered him was a deathly silence.

"Hehehe..."

Just at this moment when the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme.

A burst of ethereal and eerie laughter came from deep within that black palace.

That laughter seemed to ring directly in everyone's Soul.

Carrying a hint of decay and withered aura.

"As expected of the young heroes who could overturn Dry Bone City."

"Indeed, your reputation is well-deserved."

Along with the words.

The palace doors slowly opened.

A figure wearing a loose black robe, with a stooped body like a flickering candle in the wind, holding a white bone cane, walked out step by step.

He was the Sect Master of the Black Flame Demonic Sect.

Old Demon Black Flame.

As soon as he appeared.

A terrifying pressure far exceeding a Golden Immortal suddenly descended!

That pressure was like a boundless black ocean, instantly drowning the entire square!

Immortal Lord!

True Immortal Lord's might!

On the square, all the Heavenly Immortal and True Immortal Realm demonic cultivators simultaneously changed expression!

Each felt their Divine Soul tremble violently and their legs go weak, almost kneeling on the spot!

However.

Ye Chenfeng and the other eight were as calm as usual.

As if that Immortal Lord pressure, which was enough to crush mountains, was to them nothing more than a breeze on their faces.

Old Demon Black Flame's turbid eyes, sunken deep in their sockets, lit up slightly.

A flash of undisguised greed and appreciation appeared.

"Good."

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said the word "good" three times.

"With such courage and such strength, you are worthy of being the opponents of my Black Flame Demonic Sect."

"And also worthy of participating in this feast that will decide the future of the Western Region."

His gaze swept over Ye Chenfeng, Zhao Wuyou, and Ye Wushang.

Finally, it landed on the massive, pitch-black stele in the center of the square, which had faint blood-colored runes flowing on its surface.

"This is the primal demon stele."

His voice was full of seduction.

"Rumor has it that it was the first demonic stone nurtured by Chaos when the Demonic Path first began."

"It contains the most fundamental secrets of the three thousand Demonic Paths."

"Today, this Lord shall make this stele public."

"Let all you Western Region talents comprehend it together."

He paused, and a strange smile appeared on his withered face.

"Of course, the Great Dao is heartless, and Opportunities are only left for the strongest."

"On this demon stele, there are Seals left by ancient demon gods."

"Only the purest demon blood and the strongest Divine Soul can unlock them layer by layer."

He held up the white bone cane in his hand.

"Now, this Lord announces!"

"The Demon Child Assembly officially begins!"

"The rules are very simple."

"Enter the Illusion World of the demon stele."

"The person who lives to the end will be this Lord's successor! The future Lord of the Western Region!"

"He will receive this Lord's lifelong Legacy, as well as this primal demon stele!"

The words fell.

That massive black stone stele suddenly shook!

"Buzz—"

An irresistible and terrifying suction force erupted from the surface of the stele!

The entire square was instantly filled with flying sand and stones!

All the demonic cultivators felt their Divine Souls being forcibly pulled out of their bodies by that suction force!

"Ah!"

"No!"

Demonic cultivators with slightly weaker strength couldn't even resist before turning into streaks of light and being sucked into the demon stele!

More demonic cultivators were both shocked and delighted!

They frantically circulated their Demonic Essence, resisting the suction while actively rushing toward the demon stele!

Wealth is sought in danger!

The chance to become the Lord of the Western Region was right before them!

In an instant.

More than half of the thousands of demonic Prodigies on the square disappeared.

Ye Chenfeng and the other eight stood where they were, unmoved.

That terrifying suction force was neutralized by an invisible power when it came within three feet of them.

Old Demon Black Flame looked at them, the smile in his eyes growing even deeper.

"Why haven't you entered yet?"

"Could it be that you are afraid?"

Ye Chenfeng raised his eyes and looked at him.

"We were thinking."

"What kind of gifts we should bring to this class reunion."

Having said that.

He paid no more attention to Old Demon Black Flame.

He turned to look at his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters.

"Let's go."

"It's time for us to take the stage."

He took a step forward, his figure turning into a streak of light as he actively plunged into that black stone stele, which exuded endless ominousness and temptation.

Zhao Wuyou and the others followed closely behind.

Looking at their disappearing backs.

Old Demon Black Flame let out a harsh laughter like a night owl.

"The fish have taken the bait."

He turned and slowly walked back toward that black palace, which was like the giant mouth of a demon god.

Only, he didn't see.

The moment he turned around.

A figure thinner than a shadow and lighter than nothingness silently separated from the shadow beneath his feet.

Then, it quietly followed him in.