bookbashuk Chapter 138 Devastation
Chapter 138 Devastation
In his eyes, realm is the ultimate goal, and combat power is everything.
What about family ties, friendship, love, hate, and grudges? They're nothing but solace for the weak and groans for the useless.
He couldn't understand why someone who stood shoulder to shoulder with him would yearn for such a humble life trajectory.
If Fei Peng hadn't willingly been banished to the mortal realm for 100,000 years back then;
If he hadn't refused to overthrow the divine realm and ascend to the supreme position himself;
Why were they forced to hide in the shadows and secretly fight each other in a corner where no one knew them?
And why... for a full 100,000 years, there has been no war!
"The mortal world is indeed as fragile as an ant." Fei Peng chuckled and nodded slightly, neither denying nor refuting.
For beings like them, destroying an entire realm is as simple as snapping their fingers.
But in the next instant, his gaze seemed to pierce through the void, landing directly on the distant Lingxiao Divine Palace, his tone as indifferent as the wind:
"But it is precisely in this tiny world that you find things you have never touched before."
He paused, then turned his head to look at Chonglou, a meaningful smile curving his lips:
"Chonglou, you've lived a life of unparalleled solitude, have you ever tasted what 'being concerned' means?"
"Why not take a trip to the mortal realm? Perhaps you can find some emotions more worth savoring than battle."
As the only opponent in the Six Realms recognized by the Demon Lord Chonglou, Fei Peng is also the one who understands him the most.
Chonglou is powerful, ruthless, and invincible in the demon realm, yet he is also terrifyingly lonely.
For hundreds of thousands of years, apart from Fei Peng, who has dared to rival him?
Who can speak to him?
In the vastness of the six realms, he stood at the highest point, yet there was not a single figure to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
He had no friends, no family, and couldn't even find a second enemy he could respect.
That's why Fei Peng wanted to see—
If that eternally aloof and arrogant demon lord were to experience the joys and sorrows of mortals, would he... also learn to shed tears?
"The mundane world? Emotions?"
The pupils of the Paris polyphylla contracted slightly.
If anyone else had said that, he would have smashed them to pieces with a single blow, leaving not even ashes.
But this is Fei Peng.
He was the opponent he had waited ten thousand years for, the only one who could make his blood boil.
Even though his words were utterly absurd, he remained silent.
His brows furrowed, and he fell into deep thought, a rare occurrence for him.
At that very moment—
"Buzz—!"
A sudden, deafening sound rang out!
A jet-black sword aura tore through the sea of clouds and burst forth from the depths of the divine realm!
The speed is extreme, and the sharpness is overwhelming!
In an instant, the sky was torn open like paper, and the world lost its color.
That black light, like a meteor falling to earth, crashed down in front of Ling Tian, creating a shockwave!
The jet-black sharpness tore through the void, and strands of visible killing intent crisscrossed in the air, like venomous snakes crawling out of the abyss, coiling all around.
The space beneath Ling Tian's feet crumbled inch by inch, cracks spreading like a spider web, each one grotesque and twisted, as if the heavens and earth were wailing.
At the very center of that sharp edge—
A demonic sword, entirely purple in color, hovered prominently, its eerie light swirling and its malevolent aura chilling, like an evil spirit resurrected from the depths of hell.
What's even more shocking is that this pitch-black blade light intertwined and entwined with the silver battle intent surging within Fei Peng's body, merging with each other yet not devouring one another, like twin flames entangled by destiny.
Fei Peng slowly raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the hilt of the sword.
He slightly lifted his eyelids, and a half-smile curved his lips.
"Finally...it's here?"
He was a being at the pinnacle of the six realms, a general above the divine level, who reigned supreme over all the heavens.
For the vast majority of people, he doesn't even need to give them a second glance; a simple gesture from him is enough to suppress them.
But Paris polyphylla is different.
Demon Lord Chonglou—the man who once fought fiercely with him across the nine heavens and ten earths, causing the three realms to lose their color.
Fei Peng had to be serious when facing him.
I must draw my sword.
Ordinary soldiers?
They couldn't last three breaths against the two of them.
The Demon-Suppressing Sword has shattered and fallen into nothingness.
The demonic sword he held in his hand at this moment was forged by his own hands in his first life, and deep within its soul slept the lingering resentment of his younger sister, Long Kui.
We are connected by blood and share the same heart.
This sword strike understood him better than the one used to suppress demons.
"Buzz—!"
The demonic sword hummed softly, its sound like weeping blood, as if responding to its master's call. It trembled violently in Ling Tian's hand, and the blade shimmered with layers of eerie purple light.
In an instant, Fei Peng's aura surged dramatically!
The terrifying aura transformed into a tangible storm, sweeping across all directions. White robes fluttered wildly, and the gleam of silver armor pierced through the clouds!
A boundless fighting spirit surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, relentlessly sweeping across the entire sky.
The oppressive feeling made the Demon Lord Chonglou, who was deep in thought, suddenly open his eyes!
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
On his arms, the chilling blades suddenly lit up, and dark red demonic energy rose and swelled, like boiling blood mist.
His long, jet-black hair suddenly stood on end, each strand like a spear!
Deep within his eyes, the madness and fervor suppressed for a hundred thousand years erupted once more—
Its jet-black wings suddenly unfurled, blotting out the sky!
In that instant, he was no longer a king, but the very embodiment of destruction.
His gaze was fixed on the silver-armored figure ahead, his voice low yet resounding throughout the universe:
"Fei Peng!"
"Let's settle our scores another day!"
"Ten thousand years of solitude, I have waited long enough!"
"Today, I only want to fight you—a truly satisfying battle!"
Before the words were even finished, the world changed color.
Dark red demonic energy surged like a tide, engulfing the sky and turning the heavens completely crimson and black, as if the end of the next era had arrived!
Its sharpness has reached its peak, poised to be unleashed.
With just a single thought, the world can be destroyed!
Faced with this impatient demon, Fei Peng gently shook his head.
This is the realm of the gods...
Although it is the number one realm in the six realms, if they really let loose, it will still be reduced to ruins.
In the past, he would never have made a move here.
They feared harming the gods and people, feared alarming the Heavenly Emperor, and feared bearing the blame.
But now?
He glanced down at the demonic sword in his hand, a cold smile appearing on his face.
Those so-called concerns—
That's something General Fei Peng should worry about.
And Ling Tian...
What does it matter?
Where in the entire Six Realms can withstand this battle without collapsing?
This battle has been postponed for 100,000 years.
enough.
I don't want to wait any longer.
With his mind made up, Ling Tian's expression turned cold, and his five fingers tightened sharply, causing the demonic sword to hum like thunder!
Behind him, the white cloak billowed like flames under the blazing sun, his silver armor gleamed, and his sharp edge pointed straight to the sky!
Before the overwhelming demonic energy that threatened to destroy the world, a dazzling silver light surged forth, condensing into boundless battle intent!
A proud, fierce, and arrogant voice resounded throughout the heavens:
"A continuation of the war from 100,000 years ago?"
"That suits me perfectly."
"This general has waited long enough!"
Across the vast land of China, countless eyes gaze up at the sky.
High in the sky, two world-destroying auras clashed head-on, so oppressive that people's hearts almost stopped beating.
His pupils constricted sharply, and his breathing became labored.
Everyone held their breath as they watched the two figures standing on the edge of destruction, as if even the gears of fate had come to a standstill at that moment.
Even if... it's just a blink of an eye.
I wouldn't dare.
At this moment, all was silent across the land of Kyushu.
Countless eyes gazed up at the sky, their heartbeats almost synchronized with the thunder from beyond the nine layers of clouds.
The once unattainable Nine Provinces Heavenly Ranking has long been torn to shreds by a series of explosive names—behind each name is an unparalleled powerhouse capable of shattering mountains and rivers and burning seas.
But everyone knew in their hearts that the real showdown was yet to begin.
What they're waiting for is never who tops the list.
Rather, it was that battle—the fateful clash between General Fei Peng and Demon Lord Chonglou, spanning a hundred thousand years!