Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 1191 - 834 Kunpeng Ancestor’s Rage

Chapter 1191: 834 Kunpeng Ancestor’s Rage

Those fortunate only suffered minor injuries, while the less lucky ones, I’m afraid, already sustained severe wounds.

As for those below the Innate Dao Sovereign, there’s not much to say—if an Innate Dao Sovereign couldn’t be killed, could they not kill them? Below the Dao Sovereign, no one could withstand Jiang Chen’s divine ability.

This wave of attack genuinely thrilled Jiang Chen.

Any being that was dissatisfied with him or harbored malice, regardless of their status, race, or origin, all fell victim to his indiscriminate assault.

According to Jiang Chen’s thoughts, once he ascended to a Daluo Jinxian of the Primordial, and gave it another go in this manner, there would likely be few of his enemies left in the entire Chaos World.

However, as exhilarating as this method was, trouble followed closely on its heels.

"Jiang Chen!!!"

"What are you doing!"

Suddenly, a furious roar echoed from the void, and soon after, a massive figure appeared at the edge of the void.

The figure was immense, resembling an immortal mountain that loomed in the deep void, its height unknowable in tens of thousands of miles, with stars orbiting it like mere specks of dust.

His eyes, too, were like the sun and moon hanging high above the Nine Heavens, casting down cold gazes, fixating intently on Jiang Chen.

This figure was all too familiar to Jiang Chen—it was none other than ancestor Kunpeng!

Boom... Boom... Boom...

Endless fierce winds and torrents gathered around Kunpeng, forming destructive tides that surged and roared in the void, as if threatening to arrive from beyond any moment and submerge Jiang Chen, exerting immense pressure on him.

Ancestor Kunpeng was now very angry, even more so than when Jiang Chen had caused trouble in the North Sea back in the day.

Jiang Chen’s actions were outrageously overbearing.

Today, as he contemplated in stillness and decided to hold a sermon—it had been a long while, after all—he planned to do so in the North Sea, as a way of mentoring his juniors.

The plan was good, and things were progressing smoothly. Hearing of his sermon, practically all the demons from the North Sea who could attend did. So, ancestor Kunpeng took his seat on the cloud-bed to begin his sermon on the Great Dao to the countless demons of the North Sea.

Up to this point, there had been no mishaps. Just as the sermon was reaching its climax, that was precisely when the unforeseen calamity occurred—dozens of demons, Dao Monarchs, and Golden Immortals who were listening to the sermon suddenly exploded, turning into mists of blood, dead beyond any doubt.

To have his juniors, who came to listen to his sermon, killed in the North Sea, right on his own turf, under his very watch...

You can imagine the fury in ancestor Kunpeng’s heart. This was not merely murder; it was a direct slap to his face, brazenly delivered at his own home.

For so many years, ancestor Kunpeng had not suffered such an indignity, and he erupted on the spot.

The impact of this event was immense. With all eyes on him, his juniors, who had come to listen to his sermon, were killed. If ancestor Kunpeng couldn’t retrieve his lost dignity, losing face was the least of his concerns. If it affected his reputation, the trouble would be much greater.

Therefore, he had to reclaim his status no matter what.

With ancestor Kunpeng’s cultivation level, a mere thought revealed the identity of the perpetrator—it was the very person he had dreamt of killing, Jiang Chen!

If asked who in the Three Realms harbored the deepest hatred for Jiang Chen, it would undoubtedly be the Demon Clan, who dreamt of nothing but to flay his skin, dismantle his bones, drink his blood, and devour his flesh.

The enmity between the two was deeper than the starry sea, with absolutely no chance for resolution, so Jiang Chen’s indiscriminate assault this time inflicted the severest damage upon the Demon Clan.

After Beijulu Continent fell to Jiang Chen’s attack, the largest gathering place for the Demon Clan was now the North Sea, which could be regarded as the main base of resistance against Jiang Chen.

And the greater their hatred for Jiang Chen, the stronger the attacks they suffered, with the strength of each attack in direct proportion to their hatred for him.

One could imagine, the Demon Clan of the North Sea truly suffered heavy losses this time, with even dozens of Dao Monarchs witnessed by the Kunpeng Ancestor meeting their deaths, not to mention those he hadn’t seen.

New grievances piled onto old ones, and at this moment, the Kunpeng Ancestor was beside himself with rage. He manifested his divine form and, across the boundless void, prepared to strike at Jiang Chen.

"Kunpeng, are you courting death?"

"To take action against me, you really have some nerve. Do you think it’s still the Ancient Era when the Demon Clan reigned supreme?"

The Kunpeng Ancestor was furious, but Jiang Chen was even more enraged. Facing an impending attack from the Kunpeng Ancestor, Jiang Chen didn’t hesistate to curse back.

"Kunpeng, if you don’t believe me, just go ahead and try. If you dare to make a move against me today, I assure you, no one in heaven or earth will be able to save you."

After cursing, perhaps not feeling it was satisfying enough, Jiang Chen even took the initiative to approach, his face full of provocation as he walked in the direction of the Kunpeng Ancestor.

At this moment, Jiang Chen seemed exceedingly arrogant. To emphasize his point, he even crossed his arms while walking towards the Kunpeng Ancestor.

That demeanor completely disregarded the Kunpeng Ancestor, not to mention that it would make anyone who saw it want to punch him, not just the Kunpeng Ancestor.

"You..."

Provoked by Jiang Chen in such a manner, the storm around the Kunpeng Ancestor grew even more violent. Furious winds and torrential rain converged to form a gigantic vortex, rotating endlessly around him, growing deeper and deeper, and faintly emitting an aura of the Ruined Land.

The true divine ability that allowed the Kunpeng Ancestor to roam unfettered through the Chaos World wasn’t the art of wind and water, but the Northern Netherworld Ruined Land—the divine ability that devoured all things. This was the true foundation of his power.

Even the Ruined Land divine ability was invoked, indicating just how enraged the Kunpeng Ancestor was. He was ready to strike a killing blow against Jiang Chen.

On the opposite side, when Jiang Chen saw this, far from being anxious, there was an undeniable flash of excitement in his eyes.

Jiang Chen truly looked forward to the Kunpeng Ancestor striking at him, just as he had said before. If the Kunpeng Ancestor made a move against him today, then the Kunpeng Ancestor’s fate was sealed, beyond salvation by anyone.

The Human Race and the Demon Clan were mortal enemies. The only reason Jiang Chen hadn’t acted against the Kunpeng Ancestor was out of consideration for the Mystic Sect. Under these circumstances, the Kunpeng should have stayed quietly in his place to avoid attracting attention from the Human Race.

Far from keeping a low profile, however, he was about to attack the Human King. In such a situation, how could the Human Race spare him? They would certainly strike back to maintain the dignity of the Human Race, and no plea for mercy would be of any use.

Moreover, under the current circumstances, it was still uncertain who would win in a fight between Jiang Chen and the Kunpeng Ancestor. Admittedly, in terms of strength, Jiang Chen was no match for the Kunpeng Ancestor for now, but his journey to the Netherworld gave him the confidence to defeat Great Divine Transcendents.

This was because of the Duotian Shenfan!

It was an Innate Treasure, albeit a shattered one. However, after devouring the Innate Wanxiang Chart, it had recovered to the level of an Innate Treasure. Wielding it, a Great Divine Transcendent could contend against a Saint. In Jiang Chen’s hand, dealing with a Great Divine Transcendent would certainly be no problem.