Chapter 857: Fierce Battle

On another side, the purple-robed young noble stood among the clouds with one hand posed behind his back. The other waved a paper fan, looking quite cool.

He stared at the spirit beasts traveling towards one direction and smirked: “Looks like I’ve underestimated him. Is he really a half-demon?”

“Yes. The Calculating Division sent another message earlier regarding Feng Feiyun. He should be a first-generation half-demon. The assessment happened earlier today.” A strategist spoke.

“A first-gen half-demon? Haha, a bit interesting. What did you say his name was?” The young noble slightly narrowed his eyes.

“Feng Feiyun. His talents are incredible, do you wish to recruit him?” The strategist had a scroll containing Feiyun’s information.

“Can a half-demon reach Heaven’s Emergence?” The young noble sneered.

“They cannot.”

“Then why bother?” The young noble was proud and only had a slight interest in Feiyu, nothing more. The most talented half-demon still had zero potential in his eyes.

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Someone with zero future potential couldn’t last for long regardless of how brightly they shone now.

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The half-demon alliance was going all out but the Meng had a powerful foundation. Their reinforcement has arrived with an eighth-ranked spirit treasure.

Its true form was indiscernible due to being shrouded in layers of black clouds. It contained a radiance and high temperature capable of untold devastation.

Within the black clouds were lightning serpents along with images of ancient beasts.

“Boom!” It sent down a ray and struck an elder of the alliance, instantly turning him into dust.

It was unstoppable; just one strand was enough to take down an elder. Its aura intensified as it descended from above like a gigantic mountain.

Half-demons not at the seventh level were forced to the ground. Those at the seventh and eighth level couldn’t move.

The spirit beasts that were coming from all around the city immediately retreated, frightened.

Numerous half-demons started shattering beneath its power. Flesh and blood left the bones and stained the ground red.

Agonizing wails echoed across the area - the ode of the weak.

Elder Mu, Elder Qing, and Elder He of the alliance were mighty. They worked together to control a seventh-ranked spirit treasure. The alliance accumulated resources over many years to ask for a grand blacksmith to craft it.

It looked like a scale with numerous runes on the surface. Each contained a different dao law. All activated together and rushed onwards the sky towards the eighth-ranked spirit treasure.

“No wonder why they dare to oppose us.” An ancient voice came from above.

“Keke, they must have used several thousand years to do this. Wretched scums.”

“I’ll take it, their efforts across millennia will be ours.” An ancestor standing on top of a jade platform had a talisman of the Heaven’s Emergence level around his palm.

He reached forward and a gigantic hand appeared above the three elders.

“An ancestor with a high-level talisman wants to take Chaos Scale!”

“We can’t let them have the alliance’s ace card!”

The three elders vomited blood and added more power to the scale. It became resplendent and aimed to destroy the talisman.

“How funny, insects trying to struggle.” The talisman erupted with power - a figure emerged.

This was the figure of an old member of the Meng. The talisman was refined by him and had his aura.

“Boom!” The figure waved its hand and grievously injured the three elders. They were sent flying like leaves, bloodied from top to bottom.

The ancestor then took away the seventh-ranked spirit treasure.

“No…” Elder Mu bellowed and teeth fell out.

“Haha, it belongs to us now, quite powerful but still one level weaker than a Heaven’s Emergence talisman.” The ancestor purposely laughed louder to infuriate the elders of the alliance.

Meanwhile, Feiyun was fighting against three elders of the Meng. His body was covered in blood and sweat as if he had just come out of a blood pond. His eyes were as red as crimson as his hair fluttered to the wind.

“Bam!” Meng Shipo smacked Feiyun’s back with her staff. Though the dragon-phoenix leather armor stopped it from destroying him, his internal organs were still damaged.

Feiyun turned around and thrust his spear, leaving a bloody hole on her throat. It nearly pierced through the neck completely.

She became afraid and turned into a gale to retreat. She touched her throat and saw blood: “You’re dead, Brat!”

She has cultivated for more than four thousand years and had a high status in the Meng. It has been a thousand years since her previous wound. Now, a young half-demon actually managed to do so.

She became livid and created a massive palm seal. They looked like five mountains pressing down on Feiyun.

This palm image was a top technique of the Meng, capable of unleashing a forty-sixfold attack.

“Boom!” Feiyun leaped upward. His blood began to burn as he successfully destroyed the seal.

His spear pierced her body but didn’t leave serious damage since the palm seal still injured him and sapped him of strength.

If his armor were off, the elders of the Meng would find the mess inside. Bones were visible everywhere.

Feiyun was still too young while the elders have cultivated for millennia. It was already a miracle that he could last this long.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t wear the armor for that long. He looked down and saw more half-demons dying. His rage was the only thing keeping him going.

The sky turned dark as experts of the Meng loomed above him. A powerful weapon sealed the area.

“Young one, it is time to surrender. The half-demon alliance has lost; countless have died because of you.” One elder laughed.

“We… we didn’t die because of him… we fight… for our dignity…” Zhan Yue nearby struggled to get up from the ground.

“Pluff!” The elder’s expression turned cold. He waved his hand and separated Zhan Yue into two halves.

“See, that’s the result of stupidity. Feng Feiyun, kneel and admit your mistake…” The elder uttered coldly.

“Brother Feng, you can’t kneel… a hero can’t kneel…” The beauty who served tea to Feiyun before could barely lift her head up. She begged Feiyun not to do it.

“You court death!” The elder was about to kill her and raised his hand.

However, a white ray soared through the sky and severed his hand. Feiyun then smashed his own head against the forehead of the elder, obliterating both.

The elder only saw black and still couldn’t open his eyes. Another white ray pierced through his throat and crucified him to the ground.

Feiyun held the spear with both hands while one knee was pressing down on the elder’s chest. He struggled to breathe while speaking: “No… one… can make me… kneel…”

This was the fifth elder killed by him.

Alas, he was shaking repeatedly. His fingers couldn’t hold onto the weapon essence.

“Boom!” Thunder detonated as the atmosphere became moist. Next came a downpour that washed away the stench of blood. Streams of blood and rainwater gathered above the surface.

Feiyun slowly got up, using his spear as support. He coughed out blood and laughed: “The Meng… haha… is finished… I’ve killed… I’ve killed all of their young generation… Cough… if I had another thousand years, I would crush all of you…”

1. We all know it’s a girl but the narrative is still using young noble/he. We’ll change it when the author does

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