Best Young Master

At dawn, the first ray of rosy light shone upon Chi Yue Ridge, draping the entire ridge in a golden glow.

The always desolate, rarely visited Chi Yue Ridge suddenly became lively, packed with people, blurry figures everywhere, and countless cultivators were still rushing over.

They had come to witness this strongest collision. The Heavenly Prince was the true son of the Sky Demon Emperor, his strength unfathomable, bearing the most powerful Ancient Emperor direct lineage bloodline, absolutely a leading figure among the Demon Clan’s younger generation.

As for Ye Fan, though he was not the Great Emperor’s own son, he was likewise unfathomable, powerful to an extreme. He had even defeated the Ancient Immortal, the Ancient Emperor’s own son, grabbing him by the collar and slapping his face.

Lately, he had shone brilliantly in the duels between the Human Race and the Demon Clan, relying on his own strength alone to fight the Demon Clan’s top ten young kings, winning the match for the Human Race, winning dignity, and winning peace!

So, for this battle, not only had countless young cultivators from both the Human Race and the Demon Clan come, but many older generation strong people had also arrived; they were all very focused on the outcome.

The void kept splitting open as groups of people walked out from within and all stopped midair, surrounding Chi Yue Ridge so tightly not even water could seep through.

"Jiu Long King has arrived!"

With a stern shout, a golden war chariot appeared in the void, pulled by nine Serpent Dragons. A small, withered old man sat upright on the chariot, brilliant light flashing every time his eyes opened and closed.

"Jiu Long King came too. He’s a giant of the Demon Clan, his strength unfathomable. His true form is a horned dragon with a trace of True Dragon Bloodline..."

Someone who knew Jiu Long King’s background quietly spoke up, and the words quickly spread across all of Chi Yue Ridge.

Around Jiu Long King’s chariot stood eight burly men, each seemingly a Saint Lord Level strong person, radiating boundless pressure.

It was almost a vacuum around them; no one dared get close. Nine Serpent Dragons whose power rivaled Saints pulling the chariot, plus eight Saint Lord Level followers—Jiu Long King’s pomp was truly no ordinary display.

Even other members of the Demon Clan were unwilling to stand beside such a terrifyingly powerful giant.

As the sun slowly rose higher, more and more people arrived: the Sloppy Elder from the Treasure Pavilion, Elder Lin of the Imperial Academy, and that Old Bastard from the Immortal Academy all came.

Seeing them arrive, many Human cultivators finally breathed easier; just now they had been nearly suffocated by the overwhelming aura of the Demon Clan.

"Buddha!"

"Demon!"

With a Buddhist chant and a demonic shout, the people of the Western Regions Buddhist Sect and the Demon Sect arrived as well.

An Ancient Buddha with twelve streaks of Buddha Light above his head and a Jade Lotus beneath his feet was brawling fiercely with a figure shrouded in black mist; they had practically fought their way all the way here.

However, both were very restrained; not a shred of Divine Power leaked out, all dissolved within their palms. Each strike opened up a black hole in the void.

"You two, please stop, so as not to affect today’s decisive battle, how about it?" The Old Bastard stepped forward, standing between them and forcing them apart.

At the same time, he directly took an Ancient Buddha Great Divine Power from the Ancient Buddha and a Killing Move from the Demon Sect, dissolving them without so much as his clothes fluttering.

"Buddha!"

The Ancient Buddha chanted once and silently withdrew.

"Fine, for your sake, I’ll spare this hypocritical bald donkey today!"

The strong person from the Demon Sect also revealed his true face, somewhat pale, his eyes like black holes.

By high noon, many from the Demon Clan’s side had already arrived, various races all present, each from powerful battle races among the Demon Clan.

On the Human Race’s side, many had come as well. The Holy Lands of the Five Great Domains all had people present, standing opposite the Demon Clan, clearly divided.

"What right does that Ye have to have a decisive battle with our Heavenly Prince? He’s not worthy to be our Heavenly Prince’s opponent. I could kill him with one strike!"

"Exactly. Why use a butcher’s knife on a chicken? He’s just an ant; one stomp and he’s dead!"

The ones speaking were two Two-star Demons from the White Tiger Clan and the Three-eyed Lion Clan, both from powerful battle races of the Demon Clan. Their talents were astonishing, and they were very close to the Heavenly Prince. Speaking now, they were clearly trying to undermine Ye Fan’s morale.

"So what if he’s a so-called overlord of the Human Race’s younger generation? When he meets us of the Demon Clan, he’s nothing but a clay chicken and pottery dog!"

The young Two-star Demon from the Three-eyed Lion Race had just recently left seclusion and was extremely arrogant, not putting Ye Fan in his eyes at all.

Under the Heavenly Prince’s influence, he likewise looked down on Human cultivators. Especially before this, he had challenged quite a few Human cultivators, some even Late-stage Lord Realm strong people, yet they had all been slain by his hand.

This only further inflated his arrogance. He believed Human cultivators were nothing special; even those a whole realm above him were still no match.

"You humans have ruled this world for tens of thousands of years and haven’t improved in the slightest. You’re simply vulnerable, not worth mentioning!"

The great demon of the White Tiger Clan said coldly.

"Ye, are you here or not? No need for the Heavenly Prince to act—I can kill you myself. Get over here and die!"

Other Demon Clan cultivators also started clamoring. These were all young cultivators from races close to the Heavenly Prince.

"Just a mere Human cultivator, an ant—what right does he have to compete with the Heavenly Prince? To stir up such a big fuss, we could kill him ourselves!"

On the Sky Demon Clan’s side, several thousand surrounded together, and quite a few radical young disciples were loudly discussing, utterly unconvinced by Ye Fan. They felt there was no need for the Heavenly Prince to personally act; they alone were enough.

Immediately, many from neighboring Demon Clan tribes responded in support.

For a time, the Demon Clan’s momentum climbed to a peak. Even before the Heavenly Prince showed up, the place was already boiling over.

"He doesn’t dare come at all. Talks big, but he doesn’t dare accept the challenge."

"Back then, your Human ancestors were nothing but Blood Food we Demon Clan kept penned up. Now that my Demon Clan is rising again, the day we regain our former glory is not far off!"

Many young Demon Clan cultivators clamored loudly, one after another ripping open the Human Race’s old scars, enraging many Human cultivators to the point of trembling.

"A bunch of beasts, I’ll come over and cut you down!"

Shi Ye really couldn’t hold back anymore. Grabbing his big club, he strode forward.

"Who are you?"

The young king from the White Tiger Clan asked.

"Laozi is called Shi Ye. I’ll butcher you noisy things first so you don’t interfere with the real battle." Shi Ye was savage to the extreme.

The Barbarian clan lives by roasting and hunting, and they’ve eaten plenty of Xuan Beasts. These young powerhouses of the Demon Clan had already undergone Transformation, but in essence their bloodline was still that of Xuan Beasts. To him, these people were nothing more than his prey.

"Since you dare come, then it’s a life-and-death battle!"

The few young Demon Clan powerhouses who had been yelling earlier stepped out, grinning ferociously as they strode forward.

"Just a bunch of beasts. Laozi will kill you all in one go!"

Shi Ye roared, swinging up the Stone Staff in his hand and smashing it toward several of them.

He actually attacked several of these young Demon Clan powerhouses at once. The Stone Staff in his hand flashed with Holy Light, heavier than a Divine Mountain, smashing the Void into collapse.

"Puff!"

With a dull thud, a young Demon Clan powerhouse was smashed in half at the waist by Shi Ye’s staff. Blood sprayed, and his organs and intestines spilled all over the ground.

"Ah!"

That young Demon Clan powerhouse let out a miserable scream as his Divine Soul was ground to dust, dying a violent death.

With just a single move, Shi Ye had already taken care of one young Demon Clan powerhouse, allowing Hu Fei and the others to breathe a sigh of relief.

This great battle had spread throughout the Five Domains a month ago, so they had naturally received the news. They had come now precisely to cheer Ye Fan on.

It was just that they still hadn’t seen Ye Fan’s figure yet. But they were certain Ye Fan would definitely come; they knew Ye Fan’s temperament too well.

Even if it meant death, once he agreed to something he would never go back on it, let alone this battle with far-reaching consequences.

"Roar..."

The Two-star Demon of the White Tiger Clan let out a great roar and unleashed a White Tiger force, while a pair of tiger claws raked toward Shi Ye’s chest.

At the same time, the young powerhouse of the Three-eyed Lion Clan split open a vertical eye at his brow, shooting out a beam of divine light at Shi Ye.

"All of you, go to hell for me!"

Shi Ye bellowed, his Stone Staff almost whirling into a windmill.

Pu, pu, pu!

Three consecutive cracks rang out as he smashed open the top of the skulls of three young Demon Clan powerhouses. Holy Light flashed, and the three Demon Clan cultivators died on the spot.

Immediately after, without dodging or retreating, he crashed between the two young kings from the White Tiger Clan and the Three-eyed Lion Clan. One smash per head, and he beat them all to death.

In the span of an instant, all six Demon Clan young powerhouses were bludgeoned to death by Shi Ye alone, their fresh blood dyeing the ground red.

"How dare you!"

An elder from the White Tiger Clan shouted, slamming a palm toward Shi Ye. The huge palm blotted out the sky, with sun, moon, and Stars seemingly flickering in its center.

If that palm actually landed, even a Nine-Life Cat like Shi Ye would surely die.

However—

At this moment, the Barbarian King also made a move. A huge, black-furred hand met the elder of the White Tiger Clan’s palm in midair while simultaneously hauling Shi Ye back.

"You people of the Human Race don’t follow the rules. Do you want to start a war?"

The elder of the White Tiger Clan, having failed with one strike, darkened his face and spoke coldly.

"Old bastard, do you still want face? Six on my Xiao Ye alone, and you dare blame us for not following the rules? If you want a war, we’ll accompany you. But I’m afraid you can’t represent the entire Demon Clan, can you?" The Barbarian King replied head-on.

"The blood of my White Tiger Clan cannot be spilled in vain. You must give us an explanation!" The elder said forcefully.

"That’s right, our Three-eyed Lion Clan also needs an explanation." Someone from the Three-eyed Lion Clan shouted as well.

"What just happened was your explanation!"

The Barbarian King responded overbearingly, not giving an inch.

"Enough, don’t interfere with the real battle."

At this moment, Elder Lin stepped out, Quasi-Emperor pressure instantly blanketing the entire field.

"You brought this on yourselves. Stop making unreasonable trouble, or don’t blame me for being rude!"

The Demon Clan Quasi-Emperor Chi Lin also appeared, sweeping a cold gaze over the people of the White Tiger Clan and the Three-eyed Lion Clan as he spoke.

With both a Quasi-Emperor and a Quasi-Emperor-level figure speaking, who would dare disobey?

The White Tiger Clan and the Three-eyed Lion Clan could only swallow this breath of anger.

Shortly after, because of Shi Ye’s outburst, and with Elder Lin’s Quasi-Emperor’s Might pressing down, the Demon Clan immediately became much more honest and stopped shouting.

For a time, both the Human Race and the Demon Clan fell silent, quietly waiting for the appearance of the two main characters.

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