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Chapter 161 The Devouring Demon Jar Shakes the World

"Old Taoist Cai, do you truly intend to fight my Demon Court to the death?"

The Golden-Winged Roc Demon Saint roared angrily, his golden hair flying wildly.

"By some twist of fate, I've formed a karmic bond with that brat Tianxuan, and I owe him a favor. I can't let him die before I pay it back." Old Master Cai casually untied the wine gourd from his waist and drank heartily.

At the Yaochi Gathering, Qin Feng spared no expense in order to curry favor with a powerful figure, sharing the Qilin royal family's arm and a sword intent with the character "grass" with Old Taoist Cai.

To repay this debt of karma, Master Cai used the secret of the military to repay the debt.

At this point, both parties should have settled their differences.

However, after that, Qin Feng told him some information about the Nine Secrets, thus creating another karmic connection.

After the Yaochi Conference, Master Cai left alone and headed to the location of the Xingzi Secret, as revealed by Qin Feng—Sacred Cliff.

After overcoming numerous difficulties and dangers along the way, and encountering some unpredictable events, Master Cai finally succeeded in climbing the Sacred Cliff, opening the coffin of the Great Accomplished Sacred Body, and seeing the Secret of the Nine Secrets: the Character of Action.

If he had gained nothing from his trip to Sacred Cliff, that would have been fine. But he actually obtained the Secret of the Word "Travel". Given Old Master Cai's personality, he would naturally not accept such an amazing secret technique so easily.

This cause and effect must be repaid.

"Hmph, is it because of personal favors, or because you hold a grudge against my clan's Azure Emperor for annihilating your Cai clan back then—" the Golden-Winged Demon Saint sneered.

Halfway through his sentence, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended, causing the Golden-Winged Demon Saint's expression to change drastically. As for the powerful figures of the Demon Court present, they all collapsed to the ground, prostrate and motionless, as if facing a god.

"If I truly harbored resentment for the Qing Emperor's annihilation of my clan, you would have been wiped out long ago. How could I have allowed you to continue committing evil deeds until now?" Old Master Cai said domineeringly.

"You—you are not an ordinary saint, you have actually—taken a step further—" The Golden-Winged Demon Saint was terrified, and felt his mouth go dry.

Now that he knew Cai Laodao's true strength, he no longer had any of his initial arrogance.

"You have only managed to enter the realm of saints by taking shortcuts under the patronage of the Azure Emperor. This is the end of your lives—" Old Master Cai shook his head and did not continue.

However, the Golden-Winged Demon Saint could understand his meaning. Unlike them, Old Daoist Cai became a saint under the dual debuffs of the suppression of the Azure Emperor's Great Dao and the degradation of heaven and earth.

Its value is far beyond what they can compare to, not to mention that he has already gone a step further and become the king among saints.

"I am indeed no match for you."

The Golden-Winged Demon Saint spoke in a deep voice, then sat down cross-legged on the ground, clearly no longer intending to attack.

"But do you really think that Qin Feng will survive if you stop me? My Demon Court is certainly not a kind-hearted group, but those humans are just as ruthless and vicious. In terms of cruelty, even my demon race is ashamed of itself." The Golden-Winged Demon Saint said sarcastically.

"That's not something you should worry about," said Master Cai, his face relaxed and carefree.

What happened next caused the Golden-Winged Demon Saint's expression to change repeatedly, and he thought to himself that the Whale Hunting Alliance was useless.

Only now, seeing the six beams of holy light engulf Qin Feng, did the Golden-Winged Demon Saint's face regain its smile.

Seeing the furrowed brows of Master Cai, he couldn't help but feel a surge of secret pleasure.

Just as the Golden-Winged Demon Saint was about to make a sarcastic remark, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed again.

"What a brat, always full of accidents." Old Master Cai's furrowed brows relaxed again.

A safe zone tens of thousands of miles away from the Tianxuan Holy Land.

"Oh, what a pity."

"Young people are still too impulsive!"

"A rare chance to turn the tide, and yet they lost their lives for nothing!"

"If he had obediently stayed under the protection of the Ji family's Yaochi, he would surely have survived, but instead—"

The powerful figures and emperors from all sides shook their heads repeatedly.

"How could this be—Brother Qin Feng really—"

"No! It can't be! How could someone as outstanding as Brother Qin Feng—"

"I don't believe it—I don't want to believe it, but—who can survive under the Holy Light?"

The young prodigies who had connections with Qin Feng, including the young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, the third prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, and the barbarian king of the Southern Ridge, all wore expressions of deep sorrow.

If it weren't for their insufficient cultivation level preventing them from intervening, they would definitely have lent a hand to Qin Feng.

As for the forces behind them—how they make decisions is naturally not something these juniors can decide.

"etc----"

Just as Jinping and everyone else were sentencing Qin Feng to death, a living fossil-like figure who was nearly three thousand years old suddenly narrowed his pupils, as if he had made a discovery.

Following this, more and more powerful individuals noticed the clues and realized the changes on the core battlefield of Tianxuan.

As time passed, the chaotic land created by the world-destroying holy light gradually regained its clarity.

The nihilistic vision of nothingness that people imagined did not materialize.

What came into view was an endless expanse of dark light, hanging down from the mouth of an ancient pottery jar, as dense as a rain curtain, protecting Qin Feng and the disciples of Tianxuan firmly, impervious to all magic.

The battlefield is approaching.

When the central scene appeared, the eyes of all the powerful figures from the twelve forces of the Whale Hunting Alliance, as well as the Ji family, Jiang family, Feng clan, Yaochi and Daoyi, the seventeen immortal holy lands and aristocratic families, were all drawn to the ancient pottery jar floating in the void.

The ghost face markings on the ancient pottery jars are particularly striking.

"That looks familiar, very similar to a rumor recorded in some ancient book!" The leader of the Ziwei Sect looked suspicious.

"I remember now, the ghost face—that's the mark of the Devouring Emperor, and this pottery jar is an imperial weapon." The Wind Clan Chief was shocked.

"The Ancient Devouring Demon Jar—it's an ultimate weapon from the Eastern Wilderness! My God, the long-lost Ancient Devouring Demon Jar has been reborn!" The powerful figure from the Northern Plains Royal Family exclaimed in surprise.

"The Devouring Demon Jar—how many more surprises will Qin Feng bring to the world?!" The head of the Ji family was dumbfounded.

"This brat is simply—" Yao Yiyi, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi, had a complicated expression and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"How could this be—how is this possible—he—he he he he—" The Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Holy Land was so shocked that he could not even speak properly.

"This kind of thing—besides the Feathered Banner, he actually—"

"That little thief Qin Feng actually possesses a second Supreme Emperor Weapon!!!"

"And it's the infamous Ancient Devouring Demon Jar!"

The powerful figures of the Whaling Alliance and the Holy Lord were all horrified. Some even involuntarily stepped back, feeling a chill run down their spines.

The Ruthless Emperor can be said to be the most amazing person in history. There are too many legends about him or her, and all evaluations are difficult to summarize.

Above Qin Feng's head, on the lid of the Devouring Demon Jar, the ghost face mark was stained with tears, yet it also held a smile, a smile of sunshine amidst sorrow.

A smile that is neither quite a cry nor quite a laugh, tears blurring her smiling face—this may be the life of the Ruthless Great Emperor, a reflection of his or her inner self, perhaps something no one truly understands.

These marks, resembling childish scribbles, instilled fear in everyone. Reflecting on the life and methods of this great emperor, they were all awestruck and couldn't help but back away.

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