Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2237 - 2237 2227 Break!

2237: Chapter 2227: Break!

2237: Chapter 2227: Break!

Ever since becoming the Demon King, Qingxuan had never been in such a disheveled state, but today, he had been humbled by a junior, of all things.

A roar burst from Qingxuan’s throat as he reverted to his original form, transforming into a towering giant python that let out a fierce howl in midair.

Just as the colossal form of Qingxuan lunged towards Long Yan, his body jolted and froze in the air, restrained by an invisible power that bound his massive frame.

“Why does Senior Xiao Tian intervene to stop me?”

Having reverted to his original form, Qingxuan still looked tattered and torn, his face etched with confusion and his heart brimming with indignation.

Could these old-timers really be joining forces to protect Long Yan?

“Little Qing, you’re no match for him.”

A figure emerged slowly from thin air, radiating an energetic aura despite his white hair.

He epitomized the image of a man who was both aged and child-like, exuding a hermit’s grace which, beneath its surface, pulsed with monstrously strong energy, testifying to his might.

“Long Yan pays respects to Senior.

The crisis within the inner world forces me to commit this offense.”

Long Yan’s words carried little reverence, both parties well aware that, had he not stepped in, Long Yan might have forcibly extracted them.

So, instead, they opted for a dignified entrance.

With the true display of Long Yan’s strength, he had easily bested Qingxuan with just two simple moves, poised to slay him whenever he wished.

“It’s all right.”

Xiao Tian managed to squeeze out these two words, his face flushing red.

Despite being one of the three strongest within the Bamboo Forest and a ersatz Divine Emperor Powerhouse, he was no match for Long Yan.

Upon witnessing Long Yan dismissively scatter the eight petals beside him, Xiao Tian heaved a slight sigh of relief.

Yet, Long Yan’s words bore down on Xiao Tian like a sentence of doom.

Should they truly clash, a mutually-destructive outcome was likely.

Engaging in battle would mean depleting their own strength, and with the impending threat of the Fire Demon Beast, Long Yan preferred to conserve as much of his power as possible.

“Why send a mad dog to bite me instead of coming yourself, Senior?

Or perhaps you have no intention of dealing with the Fire Demon Beast and simply wish to let the Demon Race within the inner world perish on its own.”

Taking the initiative, Long Yan thrust a heavy accusation onto Xiao Tian, a burden bearing the fate of all demonkind within the inner world.

Faced with this, Xiao Tian’s countenance turned ashen with embarrassment.

However, having lived for so many years, Xiao Tian knew how to handle such words.

“It was Qingxuan’s impulsiveness just now.

In truth, we were unaware.”

Exhibiting an air of indifference, Xiao Tian strolled on as Long Yan muttered under his breath, cursing the old fox, before lifting his head.

“Senior, shall we discuss how to deal with the Fire Demon Beast?”

Finally steering the conversation towards the main issue, Xiao Tian inwardly sighed.

Following Long Yan’s lead, the two descended slowly to the ground, making their way through the Bamboo Forest.

In fact, they had already considered retreating before Long Yan arrived.

Long Yan was closely followed by three people, Bai Mu was one of them, while the other two were stepping into this Bamboo Forest for the first time.

The depths of the Bamboo Forest contained an ancient house.

Inside the house, there was a faint pulsation, seemingly the place where the Demon Kings of past generations had resided.

Gently pushing open the brown gate, three or four figures emerged in the darkness, while the dim candlelight danced lightly on the candle holders.

A colossal Eight Immortals Table sat in the center of the room; at the moment, the four people were discussing something around it.

Long Yan’s expression was somewhat odd.

Is the Bamboo Forest now only left with these old and weakened beings?

Seeming to sense Long Yan’s doubts, Xiao Tian began to explain that even though the inner world was not bound by the Heaven Dao, ascension was still necessary.

The Real World had been sealed by Emperor Ye, but in this inner world, ascension was not restricted.

After many years, only a few new Demon Kings and several elderly men remained, likely accounting for the total population.

Long Yan’s gaze was instantly drawn to an old man in the middle—if he wasn’t mistaken, this person should be the strongest one here.

The old man appeared to be frail, certainly not like Elder Xuehe from before, but similar in some aspects, with two gleams of light flickering faintly within his dim eyes.

“Xiaotian, Qing Luo, the two of you have returned?

And you’ve even brought guests back?”

The elderly man’s gaze was calm.

He missed nothing that happened in the Bamboo Forest; of course, he was aware of the events outside.

Now that Long Yan stood before him, he couldn’t help but exclaim that youth was indeed formidable, not to be underestimated even by himself.

“Since you’re here, feel free to take a seat.”

Upon hearing the old man’s words, Long Yan didn’t stand on ceremony, simply pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Bai Mu and the others behind him were more reserved, not as relaxed as Long Yan.

“No worries.”

Seeing Bai Mu and the other three act clueless, the old man’s ancient well-like eyes revealed a hint of satisfaction.

He knew that Qing Luo had died, and the new Demon King could only emerge from among these three.

Since Long Yan was not of the Demon Race, he of course couldn’t inherit the position of the Demon King, so the old man was rather casual about it.

However, these three were contenders for the Demon King’s title, and naturally, they had to understand decorum.

The words of the Demon Race elder acted like an amnesty to the three; the trio carefully pulled out chairs and sat down, their movements so cautious as if afraid to make any noise, as they were, after all, in the presence of the past Demon Kings.

“Now that everyone has gathered, we can start the discussion.

How does everyone feel about the Fire Demon Beast?”

The elderly man’s voice echoed in the cabin.

Long Yan didn’t speak, just observed the expressions of the many Demon Kings.

Some faces showed fear, others embarrassment.

“I suggest we retreat.

After all, ‘as long as the green hills last, there will be wood to burn.'”

A Demon King to the right of the elderly man spoke.

Seeing the look of approval on several nearby Demon Kings’ faces, it seemed the fearsome reputation of the Fire Demon Beast had deeply impressed everyone, scaring these so-called Strong Ones.

A trace of a cold smile appeared on Long Yan’s face.

Easy to say “retreat”.

The inner world was only so big, beyond it lay the Demon Suppressing Tower; where else could they retreat to?

Once the Fire Demon Beast destroyed the inner world, the Demon Suppressing Tower would inevitably suffer.

“Young man, what do you think?

I’ve heard that you want to battle the Fire Demon Beast to the death.

So, tell me, with what shall we fight?”

The elderly man looked at Long Yan, a smile on his face.

He wanted to hear Long Yan’s opinion.

It seemed that the others didn’t have much of a reaction to Long Yan sitting at this Demon Race assembly.

Indeed, wherever a Strong One went, they were respected.

“I have only one suggestion, and that’s to fight.

Even if there is nothing, we must still fight!”