“Chaos Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, come out and die.”
“Hiding there like a cowardly turtle, where did your courage go before?”
“Cursed Wang Xiaoming, who once deceived me, lived as my neighbor, lured away my wife, and even the child wasn’t mine. Such a grievous hatred must be avenged.”
Outside, countless heavenly prodigies were furious, recounting their past sufferings.
Lin Fan looked at the densely packed crowd in the sky, momentarily at a loss for words.
Among them were all sorts of grudges—irreconcilable feuds, bullying, stolen wives, and deceitful swindles.
Within a hundred years, achieving such a level, even Lin Fan couldn’t help but admire.
Truly, the ultimate embodiment of hatred for a destined child—this hatred was drawn magnificently, unmatched by anyone in the world.
Any great demon would worry for life if targeted by just one of these prodigies, yet Wang Xiaoming had mocked them all.
Even gods couldn’t withstand this.
Lin Fan had always been curious how this kid had survived so many prodigies. Unless he possessed extraordinary strength, escaping was absolutely impossible.
Among these prodigies, the strongest cultivation was at the eighth realm of Divine Heaven, the Divine Pill Stage. Wang Xiaoming’s cultivation must be at the same level.
Suddenly, a thunderous sound came.
“Don’t be too reckless. I, Wang Xiaoming, have long hidden in the mountains, detached from worldly affairs. You come year after year to harass me, isn’t that going too far?”
Wang Xiaoming’s voice came from within his stronghold, though he dared not show his face.
If he did, he knew these people would swarm him and tear him to pieces.
“Haha! Chaos Demon King, when we were weak, you bullied us endlessly. Now that we’ve cultivated to great heights and become mighty warriors, you fear us? Do you really think you can just forget the past?”
“Exactly! I’ve waited for this day for ninety-eight years. You humiliated me, trampled me underfoot, and made me lose face before the woman I loved. You must have known this day would come.”
“Seventy years ago, you stole my treasures, nearly ending my path to eternity. But heaven wouldn’t let me perish—I discovered a greater secret, and now I’ve cultivated to perfection. Your time has come, Wang Xiaoming.”
“Sixty years ago, my older brother mocked you once, and you broke all his limbs, nearly destroying our Zhao family. When I saw my father begging before you, I Zhao Wuji swore that day that I would kill you with my sword.”
“Fifty-eight years ago, on that night, you said you’d take me far away, but in the end, you stole my family treasure. This grudge must be avenged!”
“Fifty-seven years ago…”
“Sixty years ago…”
Among these prodigies, male and female alike, each hated Wang Xiaoming with a passion, wishing to carve him into pieces.
Meanwhile, hidden in the void, Lin Fan listened to their accusations and sighed. This Wang Xiaoming was truly despicable—lying even about love just to steal treasures. Why not just take the person along if you wanted the treasure? Why take the treasure and abandon the person?
He was so foolish, absolutely foolish.
“Cough… cough…”
Wang Xiaoming coughed lightly, feigning innocence.
“The past is unbearable to recall. Looking back is only nostalgia. I’ve already forgotten everything. You should also broaden your hearts. Let’s sit down, chat calmly, and talk about everything. These years, I’ve regretted many times and wanted to repent before you. Since you’ve come today, then come in. After hearing what I have to say, if you’re still angry, just cut me once. Even if I die, I’ll have no complaints.”
Boom!
As Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, the massive gate of his stronghold thunderously opened.
The numerous prodigies exchanged glances, suddenly tense. They didn’t know what the Chaos Demon King was planning this time.
“What’s there to fear? We’re so many people. Could we possibly be afraid of him?”
“Exactly! We’re no longer what we were. Even in a one-on-one fight, we wouldn’t lose to him.”
“The Chaos Demon King may not want to fight, but our accumulated hatred over the years cannot be dispelled. If we don’t release it, it will hinder our martial cultivation path.”
“Let’s go, we’ll go inside.”
In an instant, they descended to the ground, each on high alert, ready for any sneak attack from the Chaos Demon King.
But this time, they were all gathered, with overwhelming strength. What was there to fear from just one Chaos Demon King?
Lin Fan, hiding in the shadows, wondered what Wang Xiaoming was up to. Could it be that in these hundred years, his mindset had truly changed, and he had transcended completely?
When Lin Fan’s divine consciousness scanned inside the stronghold, his expression changed.
This damn Wang Xiaoming was still the same deceitful Wang Xiaoming—never changed at all.
“Is everything ready?” Wang Xiaoming stretched a little, preparing for an intense escape battle.
“Your Majesty, everything is prepared. All personnel have packed their belongings, ready to retreat.”
“Good. These guys are persistent. If I don’t give them a memorable scare this time, they’ll really think Wang Xiaoming is easy to bully.”
Wang Xiaoming said sternly, his aura rising.
“Long live the King!”
“The King is invincible.”
For these demons, since joining Wang Xiaoming’s side, there was no turning back. They could only fight to the end.
Prosper together, perish together. To protect their lives, they had to fully cooperate with Wang Xiaoming.
“Prepare everyone. It’s time to use the things we’ve developed over the years.” Wang Xiaoming ordered.
“Yes.”
…
At the entrance now.
A group of people stood there.
“Do you feel like something’s off?”
“It’s too quiet, isn’t it?”
“There shouldn’t be any danger. Though Wang Xiaoming is strong, facing so many of us, he doesn’t have the ability to resist.”
“But everyone stay alert. Wang Xiaoming is cunning. No one knows what might happen.”
…
Rumble!
At that moment, a sound like rolling boulders echoed.
“What sound is that?”
“Look up there!”
In an instant, darkness suddenly covered the sky above them, as if something was enveloping the heavens.
“What is this?”
“Bad! These things can corrode spiritual power. The protective barrier is useless!”
“The void is sealed. Wang Xiaoming is tricking us!”
“Ah! What is this? Why is it so smelly?”
…
“Haha!”
At that moment, from a distant mountain peak, Wang Xiaoming floated there, watching the scene below and laughing heartily.
“You fools, wanting to kill Wang Xiaoming? You’re still too young. Go back and cultivate for another hundred years!”
“Wang Xiaoming, may you die a miserable death!”
At that moment, everyone was furious.
“Hehe! Whether I live or die isn’t your concern. You should worry about yourselves first. What you’ve encountered now is my ultimate weapon, developed over thirty years of painstaking effort—Ultimate Shit Bomb. From now on, you’ll reek so badly that even from a thousand miles away, I, the King, will be able to smell you. So if you ever plan to surround and capture Wang Xiaoming again, forget it, you smelly guys. Farewell!”
Wang Xiaoming laughed loudly, flicked his sleeve, and vanished into the void.
“Sigh, from now on, the Xuanhuang Realm will have ten thousand more single men and women. The world has truly changed…”
“Ahh! Wang Xiaoming…”
A roar of fury pierced the sky, but by then, Wang Xiaoming had already fled with all his possessions once again.
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