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Chapter 258 - 15 The Heavenly Demon Realm, Forebears of the Human Race, Trash!

Chapter 258: Chapter 15 The Heavenly Demon Realm, Forebears of the Human Race, Trash!

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Your Excellency speaks recklessly. White Tiger meat is already a delicacy, what demon in this world dares to eat Heavenly Roc meat."

Liang Hui didn’t seem surprised by the voice that came from the sky.

He took out a brocade cloth and wiped the grease from his palm, looking up at the two figures, one old and one young.

The young man had a heroic face and wore a five-color battle armor. His hands were clasped behind his back, emanating a faint five-color glow. An old servant followed behind him.

They looked down upon the slender figure on the ground.

"I am Kung Fan. How may I address you, brother?"

Liang Hui’s face was full of defiance as his palm suddenly thrust forward.

Underneath the sky filled with Demon Qi, a sharp claw burst from the clouds, reaching swiftly towards the two figures in the sky.

The air exploded instantaneously, scattering in all directions, with a piercing roar reverberating between heaven and earth.

Space itself caused ripples at this moment.

Kung Fan’s face became serious as he waved off the old servant who wanted to step forward and help.

The five-color radiance surged on his body and then converged and transformed into a palm of the same size, meeting the attack.

Bang!

The strong wind scattered, blowing down the adjacent hills.

The youth fell from the Vault of Heaven and stood on the earth, looking solemnly at the figure opposite him.

His arm trembled slightly, with a claw mark on it. Silver light wrapped around the wound, preventing it from healing.

Kung Fan snorted coldly, and the divine five-color light emerged, dispelling the silver strands at the wound.

"With such an intention under the bright moon, Your Excellency must be the direct descendant of that predecessor from the Howling Moon clan."

Liang Hui didn’t answer, nor did he make a move, but instead scrutinized the two figures in front of him.

He raised his arm and slowly lowered it.

"I dislike looking up at others, it’s better to talk face to face like this."

"So it is, I was presumptuous," Kung Fan bowed, his expression carrying an apology.

The old servant behind extended his hand as if to stop him, but it was already too late. His murky eyes were filled with resentment.

The young master had an extraordinary status within the Peacock Royal Family, yet he suffered such humiliation.

Yes, in his view, this was humiliation.

A hint of surprise flashed in Liang Hui’s eyes, as he felt the sincerity of the demon in front of him, but the desire to kill in his heart remained intense.

It wasn’t about right or wrong, but about where one stands.

"I’m not a descendant of An Yue City; I’ve lived in the mountains since childhood, passing the days with hunting and slaying."

Upon hearing this, a flash of insight passed through Kung Fan’s eyes. Such prodigies among the Demon Tribe were rare but not unheard of.

They were highly favored by the major beast clans.

These demons without noble birth didn’t identify strongly with their own tribes, and it was easy for them to be absorbed by other tribes and become fighting forces.

He stepped forward, coming before Liang Hui, his expression even more sincere.

"Is it the turbulence in the mountains of late that has caught brother’s attention?"

Liang Hui nodded, sensing the faint stench of blood in the jungle, and spoke, "Even as a demon who devotes himself to cultivation, I cannot remain indifferent. What has happened?"

"Someone from the Heavenly Roc Tribe, a young child of a significant figure, was slain by a prodigy of the Human Race."

"Millions of miles of mountains and rivers are unsettled, and the Howling Moon clan went so far as to blood-wash all the Humans that emerged."

"If it wasn’t for Emperor Zeng issuing a decree to spare some Humans for experimentation, perhaps those hiding in the valleys would have been slaughtered as well."

Kung Fan’s expression was indifferent, as if the dead were mere weeds, unchanging.

"Humans? Those waste beings can actually cause an uproar?"

Liang Hui stepped forward, passing by the two figures before him, looking into the green-laden jungle, his voice cold and piercing.

"After all, they were once the overlords of this realm; it’s not surprising that one or two prodigies should arise in their twilight."

Kung Fan followed and explained softly before extending an invitation.

"Princess Hoo Xia has issued an invitation, summoning many from the hunting Demon Tribe to discuss the matter of attacking the Human prodigies."

"Let’s go together."

"Such a fuss over a single Human."

"Attacking the human prodigy is but a trivial matter; the main goal is likely the imminent transformation a year from now."

"A year from now?"

The youth’s expression carried a hint of confusion.

However, at this moment, Kung Fan did not answer, only his face bore a gentle smile.

Liang Hui’s gaze lowered, and he nodded slightly, agreeing to attend the meeting.

A glimmer of satisfaction crossed Kung Fan’s eyes.

Turn around!

He looked at the old servant behind him.

The old servant seemed to grasp something and immediately took out a small Flying Boat from his bosom, allowing it to grow continuously.

In an instant, it grew to thirty zhang in size, suspended in midair.

Two demons and one human leapt onto it.

Then, the Flying Boat turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Two figures stood side by side, looking down upon the magnificent mountains and rivers.

Kung Fan spread his arms wide, as if embracing the world, his eyes filled with fervor.

"Such land and rivers, we owe it to the ancestors for seizing them from the human race, otherwise, what a pity it would have been."

"That bunch of waste, the world in their hands, they were bound to lose it," Liang Hui spoke with disdain in his eyes, not bothering to hide it.

With his understanding of that period of history, he felt even more that generation of the human race was useless, a million years of lead, a million years of heritage.

You tell me, how did you manage to lose so completely?

When the battle became irretrievable, couldn’t they have dragged the world down into oblivion, making the Demon Tribe perish alongside?

Now, he was here to clean up after these failures, and Liang Hui felt like personally crushing these good-for-nothings.

Kung Fan was taken aback, then he gave a slight nod.

"Those humans are indeed worthless."

During the idle chat, the Flying Boat stopped above the high ridge.

Liang Hui looked down to see a variety of oddly shaped creatures moving about.

A hundred-meter-long giant serpent, a green hawk whistling past, a Nine-headed Lion lying in a palanquin, and some demons in human form.

Each one exuded a ferocious aura.

"Brother Kung, everyone’s waiting for you, come on down," a hearty laugh came from the mountains and rivers.

It was a young man dressed in cyan iron armor, with cyan hair over his shoulders, and a robust physique.

A pair of Dragon Horns grew from his hair, shining brightly, signifying his noble status.

"Brother Qing Cheng, I encountered a little incident on the way, sorry for the wait."

After finishing his words, he turned to the old servant and spoke, "Uncle Kong, you stay here."

Then, he took Liang Hui and leapt down, landing on the mountain summit.

Kung Fan strode forward, arriving in front of the cyan-haired man and pointing at Liang Hui by his side.

"A prodigy of the Howling Moon Tribe, extremely powerful."

"The Howling Moon Tribe?"

The cyan-haired man nodded and greeted the youth.

Afterward, he continued to converse with Kung Fan.

Meanwhile, Liang Hui took the opportunity to carefully examine the surrounding environment.

The scale of the mountain was vast, but it had been flattened to form a plateau, with wisps of mist shrouding it like a realm of immortals.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The ancient bell tolled, three times in succession.

All the demons on the plateau started moving towards the east.

"The meeting is about to begin; it’s His Highness summoning us," Kung Fan stopped his conversation with Qing Cheng and explained to Liang Hui.

At that moment, Qing Cheng’s eyes held a look of surprise; he knew the Peacock Royal Family was always proud, yet here they were, being so courteous to a member of the Howling Moon Tribe.

"Let’s go, both of you. I’m quite curious to see how strong this human prodigy is, to be able to kill Peng Hong," Qing Cheng said.