Chapter 1927: Am I Right, Monarch Fang?

"I have lived in vain for so many years. To think that I didn't even think of something that a junior like you could deduce immediately." The Dragon God then gave Jinyang and the others a half-smile.

"Saint Long, you're talking to Monarch Yan of the Underworld, not some junior," reminded Shao Mengyuan.

The Dragon God immediately nodded.

"Right, that was a slip of the tongue. How could the master of a realm be considered a junior?" He cast a slightly apologetic glance at Fang Chen, and then mocked Jinyang, "No wonder you all waited until the very end to come out. It turns out that you are the ones who are truly anxious.

"Have your physical conditions already worsened so much that you can no longer act as tortoises hiding within ancient forbidden zones? Is that why you're trying to seek a solution by ensuring the return of the Demonic Beast Race's Dao Seeking Faction and using this opportunity to throw yourselves back into the embrace of the Qingming Supreme Alliance?"

Fang Chen noticed that Jinyang's face had become incomparably unsightly, and the other Saints were not faring any better. This was especially true for Heifo, Chenxiang, and Luoxue. He realized that these three, along with Jinyang, possessed far deeper cultivation levels than the rest, but the dark qi within them also seemed to be a few fractions denser.

So the Old Man and the others walked the path of the Yang God, whereas these people took a completely distinct road. Although it allowed them to preserve the powerful strength of the Third Step of the Limit breaking Realm even during the Nine Realms era, it also gave them a fatal flaw. Their ailments are about to flare up, which is why frequent chaos has been plaguing the Nine Realms all these years.

I'm afraid the Demonic Beast Race has likely managed to gradually expand and grow stronger because they have been silently supporting it. Otherwise, given the Old Man and the others' means, how could they possibly sit idly by...

Fang Chen now understood the situation. As long as they had always been within the calculations of the Old Man and the others, the situation could be somewhat better than imagined.

"Saint Long, even though that man has managed to figure out our predicament, I am sure you are still clever enough to see that by joining hands, we can completely kill everyone here before the physical defects erupt," the vermilion-lipped Luoxue, who had remained silent all this time, remarked. After a brief pause, she continued, "Even though doing so will lessen the time we have.

"The Qingming is so vast; how many ant nests like the Nine Realms do you think are out there? I believe that with your capabilities, you can still find another place to continue thriving and extending your clan's destiny. Perhaps one day, you will re-condense a Supreme Bone and be able to practice the methods of the Saint Canon."

Chenxiang added, "The Qingming Supreme Alliance stripped away our Supreme Bones, but they did not strip away the methods of the Saint Canon. This is their way of doing things, always leaving a silver lining of survival for everything. As long as there is sufficient time, there is no need for you to fight us to the death for another race, is there?"

"My Buddha is compassionate, using myself as a boat to ferry the people across the sea of bitterness to reach the opposite shore," Heifo murmured to himself, then looked at the Dragon God. Calmly, he said, "I know you're thinking that Wandao and Fang Lie's group will show up to help. Unfortunately, many years ago, we made ample preparations for today and fought a battle against them.

"In that battle, although both sides suffered losses, they fared even worse. I'm afraid that even to this day, residual poison remains within them. Otherwise, they wouldn't have failed to stop even the Demonic Beast Race's Lu Fengshen. If you are counting on them, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Lu Fengshen caught the trace of disdain toward her in Heifo's tone, but she did not grow angry. Right now, they were cooperating. Moreover, she knew how powerful these people, who originated from the Human Race but had walked an evil path, truly were. They indeed possessed the qualifications to look down on her.

“But within the Seeking Dao Faction, there will inevitably be existences stronger than them. They are stronger than the Conservative faction simply because it has never stepped out of the Nine Realms.”

Lu Fengshen's mood improved by a few fractions.

Fang Chen's expression stirred. The Old Man and Master fought a battle against them in the early years?

Heifo had just revealed a vital piece of information. If the timeline matched up, this might be the very reason why the Old Man and Master Yun He had appeared in the Desolate Ancient Realm on that tiny Tuxiong Star.

"Are you certain that Wandao and the others cannot come?" the Dragon God asked.

"I'm sure you're well aware that the number of people who chose the path of the Yang God back then far exceeded yours. I recall that you still had over a hundred people at that time, yet now... Only a dozen or so remain. Most of the Half-Saints under your command have also died, right? Yet the Yang Gods are all living perfectly fine."

The Dragon God smiled, then swept a glance at Shao Mengyuan. "The Demon Race has also merely sent a single God-Slaying Army. Among the numerous factions of the Demon Race, there is still another faction that can rival it."

Within the void, a stone door appeared, and Lang Daochun stepped out of it. Holding a bloody head, he flashed a beaming smile. "You are wrong, Saint Long. This isn't a rivalry; it's obliteration! Haha!"

His arrival instantly caused the expressions of the first Black Sun emperor, Wang Chongsong, Chen Feifei, Shao Mengyuan, and their people to darken slightly.

After sizing up Lang Daochun for a few glances, Wang Chongsong's face filled with resentment. Had it not been for the God Dao Sect stirring up trouble, he would have eventually had to face this man, who had achieved extremely outstanding results during the Battle of the Saint Tower long ago, if the Human Race were to fight to the death against the Demon Race.

People who had memories of the Nether Ruins era all remembered Lang Daochun. Only the few Saints who ascended later had merely heard of him but never seen him with their own eyes. Today was considered their first time seeing him, even though he had been active during the Nether Ruins and the Nine Realms eras.

Shao Mengyuan curled his lips. "Obliteration? Aren't you afraid your tongue will slip from talking so big?"

"Talking big? Mind your manners when you speak. My seniority is far higher than yours. When your father saw me, he had to respectfully call me Saint Son." Lang Daochun rolled his eyes at Shao Mengyuan, then shook the head in his hand. Still beaming, he declared, "Everyone, I have slaughtered the Minor Immortal World's True Immortal Gu Jing. This is the head of True Immortal He."

In truth, from the moment he appeared just now, Lu Fengshen and Shi Xinghai had already noticed the head in his hand. They were simply unwilling to believe that upon reaching the realm of a half-step Heavenly Dao, one could still be killed so easily. Even if one couldn't win, they should still have been able to escape from any situation.

Did something special happen in the middle of their battle?

The spirits of the Human Race and the Demon Race, whose morale had been somewhat low, instantly jolted. The opposing side had lost a half-step Heavenly Dao first, which gave them an advantage!

"Lang Daochun, if the God Race hadn't encountered that cataclysmic change back then, perhaps when I met you now, I would also have to call you senior."

Jinyang gave Lang Daochun a rather complex gaze. "What a pity. Even if you possess ways to rival someone at the Third Step of the Limit Breaking Realm, you still cannot stop us."

With a thoroughly peculiar expression, Lang Daochun replied, "Why should I stop you? This is the Underworld, which is Monarch Fang's territory. Disposing of you is his business. How could I presume to usurp the host's role?"

He then smiled at Fang Chen.

"Isn't that right, Monarch Fang?"