67: Chapter 67 The Three-Year-Old Demon King

Within the Myriad Ancient Illusion God Realm, all was silent.

The surroundings remained deathly quiet.

The five sons of the Blood Cloud Sect were killed in a flash.

This incident caused all the arrogant Prodigies to lose face completely.

They died too quickly.

Too cleanly.

The recording crystal didn't even capture a shadow of the killer.

The only change.

Was an unfamiliar name on the leaderboard: "Li Changsheng."

His points jumped in that instant.

Then, rumors began to emerge from the mouths of survivors in the Poisonous Swamp.

"It was too terrifying! We saw with our own eyes that 'Mad Blade' Luo Cheng's team entered the depths of the swamp; they went to kill the Myriad Poison Crocodile Emperor! Less than an incense stick's time after entering, we heard a milky, childish complaint from inside, saying something like 'So noisy.'"

"Then, that team of over twenty people with Luo Cheng, their Soul Lamps were all extinguished!"

"I saw it! There is a little baby in the center of the swamp! He was riding the Myriad Poison Crocodile Emperor! That Vicious Beast was more obedient than a dog in front of him!"

"Don't go! Absolutely do not go! That place is poisonous! Entering is just throwing your life away! That child is a devil!"

"He seemed to be roasting meat? We took a look from afar, and our Dao Hearts nearly shattered!"

Within a day.

Thrilling, bizarre, and absurd rumors.

Through countless mouths, a legend that chilled every contestant to the bone was finally pieced together.

The Poisonous Swamp.

Is now called the "Devil King's Territory."

The owner of the territory is a three-and-a-half-year-old toddler.

He doesn't go looking for trouble.

Most of the time, he looks harmless.

His greatest hobby is sitting on the head of his mount, which is comparable to the Peak of the Marquis Realm, and roasting meat.

But any living thing that dares to approach within a hundred zhang of his "territory" is instantly erased.

Regardless of cultivation.

Regardless of numbers.

No exceptions.

This toddler now has a name that resounds throughout the competition.

"Three-Year-Old Great Demon King."

Of course, in a big forest, there are all kinds of birds.

The more bizarre the legend, the more it stirs up the greed of certain people.

"Three-Year-Old Great Demon King? What a joke!"

"I think it's just some old monster who used Possession on a child's body, playing god and acting like a ghost!"

"That's right! Forbidden Grounds always have great treasures! That Myriad Poison Crocodile Emperor is so docile; it must be controlled by some secret treasure! Kill them, and the secret treasure will be ours!"

Under this line of reasoning, a "Demon-Slaying Alliance" was quickly formed.

Over a dozen top Prodigies.

Led by the "Twin Prodigies of Purple Lightning" from the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

Both are at the seventh level of the Marquis Realm.

With a combined Formation, it is said they have withstood a Venerable.

They gathered a bunch of guys who didn't believe in the rumors and marched aggressively toward the Poisonous Swamp.

They even used communication talismans to broadcast their "crusade" process to everyone.

They wanted to step on the legend of the "Great Demon King" to achieve fame in one battle.

When they arrived at the center of the swamp and saw the scene before them.

Everyone was stunned.

The rumors were actually true.

The mountain-sized Myriad Poison Crocodile Emperor lay docilely on the only piece of solid ground.

Its huge tail was patting the ground rhythmically.

That action—was it clearly wagging its tail?

On top of the Crocodile Emperor's head.

The toddler wearing a red bellyband was sitting cross-legged.

In his small hand, he held an ordinary peach wood sword.

Skewered on the sword was a piece of golden roasted meat, sizzling with oil.

The aroma of the meat was so rich that even these Prodigies were drooling.

"It's a trap!"

The older brother of the Twin Prodigies of Purple Lightning shouted sharply, his eyes full of greed.

"That wooden sword, that fire roasting the meat—none of them are ordinary items! Don't be fooled, everyone; this little thing is just a Puppet! Set up the Formation, kill that beast first!"

"Kill!"

A dozen rays of Divine Ability light erupted.

Under the blessing of the combined Formation, they fused into a thick purple thunder Dragon.

Carrying a terrifying momentum, it roared toward Li Changsheng and his mount.

The power of this strike was infinitely close to the Venerable Realm!

They believed it.

Even if this toddler was truly an old monster's Reincarnation, under this strike, he would have to reveal his true form.

Violent energy fluctuations kicked up a gale.

Li Changsheng had just carefully sprinkled a pinch of his Imperial Father's special "Ten Thousand Fragrance Powder" onto his roasted meat.

As a result, when the wind blew, more than half of the powder he was holding in his hand flew away.

Li Changsheng's movements stopped.

He looked down at the remaining precious spice in his palm.

Then he looked at the skewer of roasted meat, which was no longer perfect due to the uneven spice.

His little brow furrowed even tighter.

This time, he was too lazy to even complain.

He just felt that these people were so annoying.

They were disturbing his meal.

Thus, he raised his head.

His eyes were calm, without a ripple.

Only a trace of displeasure from being disturbed.

He glanced at the purple thunder Dragon that was close at hand.

Then, his small mouth opened slightly.

Gently, he blew a breath of Qi.

Just like blowing out a birthday candle.

The next second.

The surroundings instantly went quiet.

That purple thunder Dragon, which had been unleashed by over a dozen Marquis Prodigies with terrifying power.

The moment it touched that "breath."

It was like a soap bubble pricked by a needle tip.

Silently, starting from the Dragon head, it annihilated and decomposed.

It dissipated into points of light.

Immediately after.

It was those dozen or so terrified Prodigies.

The greed, ferocity, and the final fear that emerged in their eyes.

All vanished along with their bodies.

Not even a speck of dust was left behind.

Outside, on the Soul Lamp wall of the spectator plaza.

Pop, pop, pop!

A series of crisp, dense cracking sounds rang out.

The Soul Lamps representing over a dozen top factions, including the Purple Mansion Holy Land, shattered in unison at the same moment.

The Elder in charge of monitoring fell straight off his chair.

The Jade Slip in his hand shattered all over the floor.

And that huge leaderboard, at this moment, underwent an astonishing change.

A name called "Li Changsheng" saw its ranking climb rapidly!

100th place.

70th place.

30th place.

10th place!

Finally, under the shocked gaze of everyone, this name stopped steadily at the 9th place on the leaderboard.

The entire Tianjiao City was silent as the grave.

Whether it was the survivors in the illusion or the powerful beings outside who had cultivated for ten thousand years.

Everyone was too shocked to speak at this moment.

A toddler who no one had heard of before the start of the competition, with a bone age of only three and a half years old.

In less than a day.

Using an unreasonable method, he killed his way into the top ten of the Prodigy rankings.

This is not a Prodigy.

This is not a monster.

This is a myth!

This is a taboo that should not exist in reality!

"Use the 'All-Heavens Treasure Mirror'!"

At the very top of the spectator seats, an old Emperor of an Immortal Imperial Dynasty ordered in a hoarse voice.

"At all costs, lock onto him! I want to know exactly what sacred being this child is!"

There was no need for him to say it.

All the top powerhouses poured their magic power into the ancient bronze mirror in the center of the plaza.

Hum!

The "All-Heavens Treasure Mirror" shone brilliantly.

On the mirror surface, the images switched rapidly.

Finally, under the forced lock of several Saint wills, it slowly froze.

The image gradually became clear.

The dim swamp.

The crouching giant beast.

And on top of the giant beast, that small figure.

Everyone held their breath.

Preparing to welcome the most shocking scene of their lives.

Then, they saw it.

That figure who had eliminated countless Prodigies and was called the "Great Demon King"... was currently holding a skewer of golden, oil-dripping roasted meat.

Nibbling on it in small bites.

His mouth was covered in oil from eating.

His two short legs were swinging in mid-air.

While eating, he was humming a little tune that no one had ever heard before in a slurred voice.

"Twinkle... twinkle... all over... little stars..."