The Thousand Faces Yao Lord's hair fluttered in the wind, and his cold, azure eyes were filled with fear.
He was indeed afraid, and his fear was mixed with disbelief.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
The Thousand Faces Yao Lord had such a huge reaction only because of what Ye Zichen had said.
"Uncle Lan! Who's Uncle Lan!? "
The Yao Lord glared at Ye Zichen with a sinister expression. At that moment, he no longer cared why he'd lost control of his domain. All he wanted to know was who this "Uncle Lan" Ye Zichen spoke of was!
In the depths of his heart, he still vaguely remembered the elder he'd met when he was still a young Black Snake, when he was on the brink of despair. The elder who'd treated him like his own son was …
Azure Lan.
"Yao Lord, do you really think you don't know who Uncle Lan is?"
Ye Zichen smiled coldly at the Thousand Faces Yao Lord. Under the Thousand Faces Yao Lord's terrified gaze, a wisp of azure mist appeared in the space filled with the five elements.
The cloud was like a mist, making everyone feel as if they were standing within it.
Within the mist, they could faintly make out a tall but thin figure. The Thousand Faces Yao Lord, who was several dozen meters away, was completely stunned. He stared intently at the figure within the mist. He didn't know why, but the tall, thin figure seemed to overlap with the indelible figure in his memories.
Until the person within the mist said something …..
"Little guy, you've grown up."
"Die!"
Before he even finished speaking, the Thousand Faces Yao Lord transformed into a blur and charged into the mist.
Ye Zichen's heart trembled when he saw this, but before he could worry too much …
"Scram!"
A thunderous roar came from the clouds. This thunderous roar seemed to disperse some of the surrounding clouds.
Then, the Thousand Faces Yao Lord was blasted out of the mist like a cannonball.
The blood in his mouth drew an arc in the air before splattering onto the ground. Meanwhile, the Thousand Faced Demon Lord crashed heavily into the stone pillar, causing cracks to appear on it. From the way the Thousand Faces Yao Lord flew back and his injuries, it was clear just how explosive the roar's power was.
"Wow!"
Gu Luolin covered her mouth in shock. Just before the Thousand-faced Demon Lord was sent flying, she could feel the surrounding space being torn apart by a strong fist wind.
She had never seen such a release of power in her life. Even her father might not have such a strong power.
In her memory, her parents and grandfather were the strongest people in the world, and that was indeed the case.
The Gu family's three half-step Transcendence experts had established the Gu family's position in the Three Realms.
However, Gu Luolin felt that this person was even more powerful than her father when he unleashed his power just now. This made Gu Luolin a little unconvinced. She wanted to see who that person was …
She did not dare to boast, but she did dare to say that she did not know all the people in the God, Yao, and Demon Races, including the Witch Race, who were as strong as her father.
"You dare to hurt Brother Lan? I think you're courting death."
Just as Gu Luolin was about to see the person who had punched out, another furious roar similar to the one before rang out from the clouds. Soon after, a burly man dashed out from the clouds. His muscular arms were thicker than Gu Luolin's waist, and he was more than three meters tall. He stomped his right foot on the ground, causing the ground under his feet to shatter into pieces of gravel. With this kind of leverage, he was like a tank that had its horsepower pushed to the maximum.
It crashed heavily into the Thousand-faced Demon Lord.
"Eh …"
Gu Luolin was speechless as she turned her head away. She did not dare to see the Thousand-faced Demon Lord being crushed into a meat patty.
In fact, the situation was not as serious as Gu Luolin thought. The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord was an outstanding talent in the Three Realms after all, not some rotten fish or shrimp.
Even though he was injured by the punch, he was still able to respond to the incoming danger.
However, the barrier that he hurriedly formed could only serve as a buffer against this "heavy tank". The sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly, and the already injured Thousand-Faced Demon Lord could only spit out mouthfuls of blood.
"You little snake, you're quite tenacious. You didn't die even after that, so take another punch."
The burly man clutched the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's neck with one hand. In front of the man, the already slender Demon Lord looked like a little chick.
The man's hands practically covered the Demon Lord's entire head, and his fist, the size of a sandbag, was aimed right at his skull. It was as if …
"Cang Xiong, come back!"
These gentle words caused the man's fist, which was just about to shatter the Demon Lord's skull, to stop just half an inch away. The fierce wind from the punch squeezed between the fist and the Demon Lord's skull, causing his face to be slightly deformed.
The surrounding rubble was scattered by the wind, and bits of it embedded themselves into the surrounding walls.
"Hmph."
He tossed the Demon Lord to the ground as if he were tossing a chick, then walked back into the clouds without so much as a backward glance.
At this moment, the lingering clouds also slowly dispersed, and a middle-aged man with a kind face walked out of the clouds.
They were none other than Ye Zichen's two yao emperors from the fourth floor of the Yao-Sealing Pagoda, Qing Lan and Cang Xiong.
"Little Friend Ye, leave this to me and Cang Xiong. Go ahead and search for your own good fortune. If my senses are correct, what you're looking for should be in one of the tunnels on the right."
Qing Lan clasped his hands behind his back, giving off a rather otherworldly air. Cang Xiong turned to glare at Ye Zichen, then raised three fingers.
This wasn't an oath. When Ye Zichen saw his gesture, he shook his head. He obviously understood what Cang Xiong's gesture meant.
Suddenly, Cang Xiong's three fingers became two. Ye Zichen shook his head once more.
Just as he was about to go berserk, Ye Zichen cupped his hands towards Qing Lan.
"Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Lan."
"No problem. I have to thank you for letting me out, Little Friend Ye."
Ye Zichen didn't say anything else. He simply dragged Gu Luolin off to the right. What he didn't know was that Gu Luolin's gaze was fixed on Qing Lan the entire time. She really wanted to see his face clearly, but even as Ye Zichen dragged her away, she didn't look back.
"This stingy landlord!"
Cang Xiong cursed viciously as he watched Ye Zichen leave. Meanwhile, Qinglan's lips curved into a smile the entire time, as if he was born with a smile and was always so peaceful.
"That's what makes him smart." Qinglan seemed to be defending Ye Zichen as she greedily inhaled the air. "It's really been too long since I came out. I nearly forgot what the outside smells like."
"Big brother, this isn't considered outside. We are in the Transcendence Tomb."
"Almost there!"
Qing Lan behaved very casually and did not dwell too much on this topic.
After sighing, he looked quietly at the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, who could be described as a piece of paper. His eyes shone with unprecedented kindness.
He was not worried that the Thousand-faced Demon Lord would die. Before he came, he had instructed Cang Xiong on some matters.
He trusted Cang Xiong very much. Even though Cang Xiong was very angry at that time, he knew that Cang Xiong would know when to stop.
All the bones in his body were shattered, and his skull was cracked by the wind from the fist. Anyone else would have died from such injuries, but it had not truly taken the Demon Lord's life.
The Thousand-faced Demon Lord, who had been lying on the ground like a piece of paper, floated up. The skin that belonged to Gou Monan peeled off, and his body gradually became plump. When his sunken face recovered, another face appeared in front of Qing Lan and Cang Xiong.
No one knew whether this skin was the Demon Lord's original body or just a part of his collection. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that no one in all three races, including the Shamans, knew what the Demon Lord's original face looked like.
No!
Perhaps there really was someone in this world who knew!
That person was …
"Is this a form of respect for me? You actually used your original appearance to meet me." Qing Lan smiled at the Thousand-faced Demon Lord in the distance.
The person who knew the Demon Lord's true face was Qinglan, because he had saved the Demon Lord's life. Back before the Demon Lord was a Yao Lord, he had lived with him for several hundred years.
"Why are you here?"
The Thousand-faced Demon Lord did not answer Qing Lan's question.
He had no time to care about Ye Zichen and Gu Luolin's trip to the Land of Fortune. All he wanted to know was why Qinglan was here, and who was the Qinglan he had devoured earlier? "Brat, watch your words. Big Brother Qinglan treats you like his own child. It's fine if you don't know how to repay his kindness, but you still dare to speak like this to Big Brother Qinglan? It seems like your Uncle Cang Xiong didn't teach you enough. Do you want me to punch you a few more times so you can eat your fill? "
Cang Xiong raised his fist threateningly. The Demon Lord's pupils constricted, but he continued to look at Qinglan.
"Why? Why are you here?"
"I never would have thought that the little green snake that was on the verge of death would have grown to such a level," Qinglan smiled. "I heard little friend Ye say that you are a Yao Lord now. I'm happy for you!"
"I'm asking you why you are here!" The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord shouted hoarsely. "You've already been devoured by me. Your skin is still in my collection. Why are you standing here now? Why …" "It seems like my death has troubled you. I'm sorry, I didn't make it clear to you. Actually, the one that took care of you several tens of thousands of years ago was merely a clone of mine, "Qinglan shouted hoarsely. "In the past, I was plagued by shackles. In order to make a breakthrough, I divided my soul into 10,000 wisps. What you encountered was only one of my 10,000 wisps.
What you met was merely a strand of my remnant soul. "
"Roar …" the Demon Lord nodded. "Then why did you come out now? Are you going to kill me for revenge?"
"Brat, don't you think you're too f * cking important!? There's no need for Big Brother Qinglan to kill you. Your Uncle Cang Xiong can send you back to your mother's womb with a single punch. Do you know that? "Cang Xiong said angrily.
The Demon Lord did not move, and continued to stare at Qinglan.
He had already gotten the explanation he wanted. Remnant soul … A strand of remnant soul. What he devoured back then was merely a strand of remnant soul.
It's hilarious when I think about it. As a Yao Lord, I actually regretted it for several tens of thousands of years for a strand of remnant soul.
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