Ch. 1317 - The Sun Mountain Arrives

Only after confirming there was no inheritance and pondering the intentions of the Malevolent Demon did Xu Zimo realize the true uniqueness of this power.

It was not merely an ordinary Primal Dao, but a simplified version, transformed so that even those of lower cultivation could comprehend and wield it.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go slay some ghosts!” Wang Lin said excitedly.

“I’m afraid it’s too late,” Xu Jiama replied.

Everyone looked up. Above them, the void began to ripple, their allotted seven days had come to an end. The Ancient Demon Road would now expel them on its own.

Not just them, all who entered would be forcibly driven out.

A powerful force surged from above, irresistible. They felt their bodies being repelled, and in the next moment, the void swallowed them whole.

Xu Zimo’s feet touched solid ground again. He looked around.

“This is the Victory Tower,” he murmured. “Not bad.”

But almost immediately, he sensed that something was off.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on him.

Nearby, Wang Lin and the others were also ejected from the black portal.

“Brother Xu, doesn’t this feel strange to you?” Xu Jiama asked.

Xu Zimo’s eyes swept the surroundings. The demon disciples nearby were deliberately keeping their distance.

They whispered quietly among themselves.

And hidden among the crowd, several figures were clearly observing them, watching, perhaps even guarding.

“How interesting,” Xu Zimo said with a faint smile.

“Not good,” Wang Lin suddenly said, his face changing as he grabbed Xu Zimo’s arm. “Brother Xu, we need to go. Now.”

“What’s wrong?” Xu Zimo asked, but before he could finish, two figures stepped forward and blocked their path.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Wang Lin demanded sharply.

“We are disciples of Sun Mountain,” one of them said coolly. “Mountain Lord Hong Jun wishes to question you. Please remain here and wait.”

“It really was that Hong Ze,” Wang Lin said bitterly to Xu Zimo. “He couldn’t beat us, so he went crying for help.”

“Help?” Xu Zimo asked with mild curiosity. “Isn’t it forbidden for the Ancient Demon Race to fight among ourselves?”

Wang Lin frowned, then his expression darkened. “Brother Xu, you forgot about the Demonic Armament. You took their armament, now Sun Mountain has a reason to move against you. Whatever happened in the Ancient Demon Road, no one else knows. It’ll just be your word against theirs. And with Sun Mountain’s influence, we won’t stand a chance.”

“So what then?” Xu Zimo asked calmly. “A petty squabble among juniors, will the Mountain Lord of Sun Mountain really come himself?”

“You don’t understand,” Wang Lin sighed. “Hong Jun, the Mountain Lord, is fiercely protective of his son. He can’t stand seeing him wronged.”

“It’s fine,” Xu Zimo said, shaking his head. “Today, I want to see who among the Ancient Demon Race dares to touch me. Perhaps this will be a good chance to weed out the rot.”

He then added softly under his breath, “Only by discarding the dregs can the essence remain pure.”

Wang Lin and the others grew restless, fidgeting anxiously as Xu Zimo stood motionless, calm as ever. With no other choice, they stayed by his side.

Before long, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from afar.

A black tide of figures swept in, filling the horizon like a flood.

“It looks like Sun Mountain’s forces,” someone whispered among the onlookers.

“Don’t you see? The one in front, that’s Lord Hong Jun himself,” another replied, astonished.

“It’s been ages since we’ve seen such a large-scale confrontation among our kind. What could’ve provoked this?”

As the crowd murmured, a furious shout cut through the air.

“Father! It’s that bastard! He stole my Demonic Armament and attacked his own kin in the Ancient Demon Road!”

It was Hong Ze.

“Brother Xu…” Wang Lin and the others swallowed hard, fear flashing across their faces. “What do we do now?”

“Maybe you should just return the armament,” one suggested.

“But even if we give it back now, it’s too late,” Xu Jiama said anxiously.

While the others panicked like frightened birds, Xu Zimo only smiled faintly.

Facing the approaching army head-on, he murmured, “Very well. Let’s see how much strength the Ancient Demon Race truly has left.”

The demonic army halted, stretching nearly a million strong, each one emanating formidable power.

At their head, besides Hong Ze, stood a middle-aged man, clearly Hong Jun himself.

He wore a long robe of gold and black, embroidered with the image of a three-legged Golden Crow.

Legend said the Golden Crow was the bird of the sun, but the one depicted on his robe was entirely black, its eyes glowing obsidian, exuding an aura of fierce aggression.

He wore scaled boots, his long beard neatly trimmed despite its length. His wild, explosive hair gave him a natural, untamed look.

His gaze was sharp and commanding, anyone he looked at instinctively felt a heavy pressure.

“Lord Hong, what brings you here?” a voice asked from the side.

“It’s someone from the Demon Rites Chamber,” Wang Lin whispered in relief. “Good, if they’re here, at least we won’t die today.”

“Right,” Xu Jiama nodded quickly. “The Demon Rites Chamber governs all laws in the Ancient Demon Realm. No matter how powerful Sun Mountain is, they won’t dare act recklessly now.”

“You’re not qualified to speak to me,” Hong Jun said coldly, casting the man from the Rites Chamber a dismissive glance. “Tell Virtuous Heaven Demon to come.”

“Virtuous Heaven Demon” was the current head of the Demon Rites Chamber.

He wasn’t the strongest among the Ancient Demons, but his sense of justice was unmatched. For over a century, his impartiality had earned the respect of the entire Ancient Demon Realm.

“The Chamber Master is on his way,” the man said respectfully. “Please, Lord Hong, wait a moment.”

He knew full well he wasn’t qualified to arbitrate this. He just hoped the Hall Master would arrive before things got out of hand, otherwise, he’d be the one to blame.

“I’m not here to hurt him, only to ask a few questions,” Hong Jun said flatly.

He wasn’t a fool. If he struck first, he’d lose the moral high ground. That would only complicate things further.

Hearing this, the official from the Rites Chamber relaxed slightly.

Hong Jun took a step forward. His presence surged outward like a tidal wave, carrying an invisible, oppressive might.

The air itself seemed to shudder. Wang Lin and the others found it difficult to breathe.

“Lord Hong, bringing this many from Sun Mountain, what are you planning to do?” Wang Lin asked, trembling but standing his ground.

“Who holds the Demonic Armament?” Hong Jun asked indifferently, ignoring the question.

“I don’t know what armament you’re talking about,” Wang Lin stammered, trying to keep his composure.

Now was not the time to admit anything, they would lose all justification.

“Step back,” Xu Zimo said with a smile, glancing at him.

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