bookbashuk Chapter 129 We are finally free.
Chapter 129 We are finally free.
Blood lightning danced wildly, and dark red demonic energy boiled like a tide, frantically gathering around him and transforming into hundreds of spiraling vortexes of demonic energy that roared and swirled in the air!
Chonglou stood atop the storm's peak, roaring to the heavens, his laughter shattering the clouds and echoing throughout the eight directions:
"Hahaha--!"
"Fei Peng! You're finally back!"
"I... will never be lonely again!"
"Just wait!"
"You just wait!"
"I'll charge in right now—!"
Demon Lord Chonglou let out a cold snort, and his blood energy exploded, transforming into a scarlet lightning bolt that tore through the sky, so fast that even time seemed to stand still.
That wasn't flight, but a stealthy, teleporting shadow that pierced through the universe, heading straight for the Well of Gods and Demons. Wherever it passed, the void shattered, leaving behind a long-lasting crimson trail.
The demonic energy surged like a tide, endlessly billowing, like the first breath exhaled by an ancient ferocious beast as it awakens.
He was like a blood-stained blade pulled from the depths of hell, tearing through the sky of the demon realm and leaving behind a dazzling meteor trail.
Behind him, hundreds of demon generals remained frozen in place, their breaths cut off by this sudden turn of events.
And at this moment—
Amidst the broken mountains and ridges, those once invincible demon generals looked up at the departing figure, their eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.
Did you hear me wrong?
Their most esteemed Emperor Chonglou… just now he said—Feipeng has returned?!
The number one war god of the divine realm who was personally banished to the mortal world by the Heavenly Emperor and had his three souls and seven spirits sealed?!
That nemesis who prevented the Demon Lord Chonglou from truly enjoying himself for a hundred thousand years?!
It was precisely because he disappeared that Chonglou turned his attention to them, these "ants," crushing and ravaging them day after day, until even their demon cores trembled.
And now... we haven't even seen him, and Chonglou has already run away?!
"Wait..." A demon general's pupils suddenly contracted, his voice trembling, "That fleeting aura... that oppressive feeling that made one's knees go weak and one's soul tremble..."
"It's Fei Peng! It's definitely Fei Peng!"
Before the words were even finished, the hundred demon generals all changed color, their surprise and doubt instantly turning into wild joy.
"I remember now!" another person exclaimed, slapping their thigh. "Back then, I watched from afar and witnessed Chonglou and Feipeng's battle firsthand! That domineering aura that looked down upon the six realms is something that can't be imitated at all!"
"It's him! It really is him who's back!"
"We...we're finally going to be free!!"
"Hahaha! From now on, we don't have to be punching bags anymore! Chonglou won't be using us as practice targets anymore!"
In an instant, these usually infamous demon generals huddled together like a group of students who had successfully skipped class, shouting and jumping around without any regard for their image.
Who can understand their pain?
For 100,000 years, they have been the pinnacle of the demon realm's fighting power, yet they have been used as test subjects, beaten until they were bruised and battered, while still laughing and shouting "Your Majesty is mighty!"
Now that our savior has returned, it's like a godsend!
They were even more excited than the heavenly soldiers of the divine realm, and that's no exaggeration.
At the same time.
Outside the Lingxiao Palace in the realm of gods.
The world suddenly fell silent.
An invisible pressure exploded from the void, like thunder rolling across the nine layers of clouds, instantly sweeping across the entire Heavenly Court.
Countless heavenly soldiers and generals were shaken to their core, instinctively kneeling on one knee. The sound of their armor clashing echoed, their movements as synchronized as if they had practiced for a thousand years.
The newly recruited heavenly soldier was completely bewildered: "Old Bai, what's going on? Who's here?"
The old general looked up at the sky, his eyes gleaming, his voice trembling: "You don't understand... this is the aura of a legend."
"General Fei Peng... has returned."
The young celestial soldier was stunned: "But wasn't he banished to the mortal realm? Shouldn't he be an ordinary person now?"
"Foolish!" An old soldier slapped him across the face. "Who do you think Fei Peng is? He's a man who has trodden the very foundations of the Six Realms! Even in the cycle of reincarnation, that spirit has never truly been extinguished!"
"That power just now—even 'destroying the heavens and the earth' wouldn't be enough to describe it! Only he once stood at the pinnacle of this world, looking down upon the gods!"
A moment of silence followed, then an barely suppressed growl erupted:
"Fei Peng is back!"
"The realm of gods... finally has a master!"
"We no longer need to live in fear at the Southern Heavenly Gate! Those bastards from the Demon Realm will probably have to seal off their gates and go into seclusion overnight this time!"
The winds rose and the clouds surged, shaking the six realms.
Before one person even arrived, all spirits were startled.
Just because of that name—
Flying tumbleweed.
The man who once suppressed an era with a long spear has finally... returned.
The heavenly soldiers and generals in various places were still whispering and discussing among themselves.
The realm of gods, atop the Lingxiao Divine Palace.
Ling Tian, clad in silver armor, slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant, a silver light burst forth from his pupils—like thunder tearing the sky apart, the void crumbled inch by inch, ripples surged wildly, as if the heavens and earth were pierced by this single glance!
When he opened his eyes again, he was standing at the core of the supreme authority in the divine realm, in the center of the Lingxiao Palace.
Simply stand still.
Yet it was as sharp as a divine sword drawn from its sheath ten thousand years ago; even before it unleashed its killing intent, it sent chills down the spines of the gods!
Those eyes were no longer the gentle eyes of a young man, but instead shone with a cold light and a dazzling brilliance. Anyone who looked directly into them trembled in their heart and dared not meet their gaze for even a moment!
The carefree and unrestrained Ling Tian of yesteryear?
It has long since vanished!
Standing here now is Fei Peng, the God of War who once single-handedly suppressed the six realms!
Longkui stood frozen in place, her beautiful eyes reflecting his tall and imposing figure. She instinctively covered her lips with her hand, her heart pounding erratically.
"This... is this my brother's past life? The number one warrior of the divine realm, General Fei Peng?"
"Such spirit...such elegance...truly, only my brother is worthy of her!"
Xu Changqing, dressed in a Taoist robe embroidered with the sun and moon, had a slightly serious expression.
Although he had long known that Fei Peng's name was renowned throughout history, witnessing Ling Tian's transformation into the former God of War still sent a shiver down his spine, as if he were standing on the edge of an abyss.
The hall was deathly silent.
Only that oppressive feeling spread silently—like the silence before a storm, suffocating.
Ling Tian stood in the center of the temple, his gaze slowly sweeping across the four directions.
The familiar Lingxiao Palace, the familiar faces, the familiar scent of incense... Memories surged like a tide, and a faint trace of reminiscence flickered between his brows.
Then, the sharp edge that pierced the sky began to slowly recede.
But the moment he spoke, his voice was still like a cold iron bell, carrying an innate arrogance that resounded throughout the entire temple and spread across the nine provinces and eight wastelands, reaching the ears of countless beings:
"I didn't expect this..."
"When I set foot here again, it will be 100,000 years later."
He surveyed the unchanging Lingxiao Palace with cold eyes, his silver armor gleaming, his killing intent concealed, yet his imposing presence remained.
The once carefree boy is now dignified and imposing, like a divine weapon emerging from the world; no one dares to recognize him as the same person he once was!
The silver armor gleamed, its sharp edges like blades, and an overwhelming sense of oppression swept through every inch of space.
Without a word, the entire Six Realms trembled—
That invincible war god who once single-handedly swept through the five realms and was hailed as the pinnacle of the six realms...
Fei Peng has returned!
The gods were deeply shaken, instinctively kneeling on one knee and shouting in unison, their voices shattering the sea of clouds:
"Welcome back, General Fei Peng!"
Even the Heavenly Emperor, who sat atop the nine steps, clad in a bright yellow dragon robe and in charge of the thirty-three heavens, could not hide his smile, his eyes gleaming.