Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

Chen Xing put down his teacup: "Are the Star Hunters also searching for this path?"

The fox clan elder remained silent for a moment:

"The Star Hunter Clan did send people into the City of Ten Thousand Demons, but they haven't found the correct entrance yet."

"And—" she paused, "Ye Lin arrived before you. He's already been staying in the City of Ten Thousand Demons for three days."

Su Tao's grip on the peach petal tightened slightly: "Is Ye Lin here too?"

The fox elder nodded: "He brought more than two people with him."

His superiors have arrived.

Her voice was soft in the night breeze, "The strongest of the younger generation of the Star Hunter Clan has reached the outer edge of the Demon Meteor Starfield."

A night breeze swept through the courtyard, gently lifting a corner of the teapot lid in front of the fox elder. She raised her hand to press the lid down, her voice remaining calm:

"Among the younger generation of the Star Hunters, three are known as the 'Blades of Dawn'—Nightfall is one of them."

But the person ahead of him in line had already appeared on the outskirts of the Demon Meteor Starfield.

His name is Augustus Shadowblade, and he is recognized within the Starhunter Clan as the 'next leader'.

He didn't cultivate a branch of the Law of Annihilation, but the Law of Annihilation itself. Nightfall is a hunter—Shadowblade is a hunter beyond hunters.

Frostmoon stood at the courtyard gate, her silver-gray fox ears drooping slightly, her voice carrying an unusual solemnity: "Shadowblade has arrived as well."

Chen Xing looked at the fox clan elder: "Where is he?"

The fox elder picked up her teacup: "He's at the entrance to the outer edge of the Demon Meteorite Starfield. He's waiting for you." She put down her teacup.

"I'm not waiting for you as a member of the Star Hunter Clan."

In his personal capacity—he wanted to see.

The Lord of the Heavenly Palace, who could simultaneously have the Star Hunter Clan seal off the passage and personally lead the pursuit,

Is it really worth it for him to personally intervene? He gave you three days.

If you haven't obtained the Bloodscale by three days, he will enter the city and come to find you in person.

Chen Xing stood up: "Three days is enough."

He turned and walked out of the courtyard, his voice drifting from ahead.

"Three days later, whether I get the Bloodscale or not, he can come to the city to find me."

Shuangyue followed behind him, while Su Tao and Lei Qingyue walked side by side.

The four of them walked through the courtyard and into the night of the City of Ten Thousand Demons.

In the distance, the direction of the City Lord's Mansion shone with a nine-colored spiritual light, like the heart of this city.

It throbbed slowly but powerfully—and beneath that nine-colored light lay a long-forgotten blood scale.

……

The next morning, the streets of Wan Yao City awoke in the morning light.

Nine-colored spiritual light slowly spread out from the direction of the city lord's mansion.

The entire city was enveloped in a soft halo of light.

Chen Xing stood at the courtyard gate, simultaneously activating his Heavenly Eye and Fiery Eyes—

A power of insight, interwoven with gold and crimson, swept over every figure on the street.

The sight that he saw made his gaze pause slightly.

Those seemingly ordinary demon cultivators on the street.

It presents a completely different appearance in the vision of the dual divine eyes—

An old woman squatting by the roadside selling herbs exuded the aura of the ancient Xuanwu bloodline.

Her bone density far exceeds that of normal people, and each rib is like a natural defensive rune.

A young man, his clothes disheveled, leaned against the tavern doorway, yawning.

Its aura was like that of a dormant volcano, and the patterns of the Golden Crow bloodline's laws could be faintly seen beneath its skin.

The lines on his skin rose and fell slightly with each breath; several children were playing in the street.

As they ran, ripples of law were stirred up beneath their feet; their speed far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators of the same age.

One of the children even had a faint phantom of a Qilin trailing behind him.

Chen Xing withdrew his gaze: "There are more God Emperor-level bloodlines in this city than I imagined."

He paused.

"Frostmoon said that her clan has nine demon kings guarding the city—but there are more than nine beings in this city who can be called kings."

A figure emerged from the depths of the courtyard—it was the fox clan elder.

Today she wore a dark gray robe and carried a cane made of ancient wood.

He looks even older than he did last night.

She walked over to Chen Xing, her gaze sweeping across the street as well: "You saw those children."

Chen Xing did not deny it: "The trajectory of their movement according to the laws is more stable than that of the adult cultivators outside."

The fox clan elder remained silent for a moment:

"They are the seeds of the next generation of the City of Ten Thousand Demons."

But the city's top figures have yet to show up.

They will come today—because Nightfall of the Starhunter Clan is still in the city, and Shadowblade is on the outskirts.

News of the blood scale had already spread.

At noon, a meeting initiated by nine demon kings was being held in the central square of the City of Ten Thousand Demons.

In the center of the square stood a high platform formed from the laws of nature.

A blood-red, scale-like phantom floated on the high platform—

The projection of the blood-scaled object throbbed like a heart, each beat causing the laws of the entire plaza to vibrate.

Not all nine demon kings appeared, but each sent a representative.

There was an envoy from the Azure Phoenix Clan, dressed in a white robe, with an elegant demeanor and a cool, clear voice.

There was a Qilin clan warrior clad in dark gold armor, exuding a deep and imposing aura, his voice like the clash of metal.

A fox clan elder personally attended the event and sat in the shadows on one side.

There were also several ancient elders, their faces indistinct, yet their gazes swept across the entire area as if they were tangible.

A young man dressed in a crimson robe stepped onto the high platform—

It was the same person who had spoken with Shuangyue on the street corner yesterday; the golden dragon horns on his forehead gleamed faintly in the spiritual light.

When he spoke, his voice was not loud, but it carried throughout the entire square:

"The Bloodscale is a relic of the ancient demon king and should rightfully belong to the demon race."

The Starhunters want it because of an invasion. But—"

His gaze swept across the audience.

"If we fight among ourselves first, how is that any different from a foreign invasion?"

A low murmur arose from the audience. Someone spoke up:

"Whose blood scales belong? The Golden-Winged Roc Clan, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox Clan, or the City Lord's lineage?"

Another voice chimed in: "Who will keep it safe? Who can guarantee that someone won't use it to enhance their own bloodline?"

Shuangyue stood beside Chen Xing and lowered her voice:

"The one who spoke is Yan Jin, a direct descendant of the Golden-Winged Roc clan."

On the surface, he's calling for unity, but in reality, he's trying to gain a voice for his faction.

Chen Xing looked at the figure on the high platform: "The Star Hunter Clan is watching."

Frosty Moon nodded slightly:

"Therefore, this meeting will not yield any results."

They were just waiting—waiting for someone to make the first move.

After the meeting ended, Chen Xing walked alone through a dark alley on the east side of the square, preparing to return to the courtyard.

In the dark alley, a figure blocked his way—

It was a young man dressed in dark gold armor.

He was tall and imposing, with a cold and hard face.

His pupils were deep gold and vertical, and there was a fine scale pattern between his brows.

His aura was at the peak of the eighteenth realm.

His body was enveloped in a thick flow of Qilin bloodline laws, like a walking mountain range.

When he spoke, his voice carried an undisguised scrutiny:

"You're the Qitian Palace Master from outside? My name is Mo Lin, from a collateral branch of the Qilin clan."

I heard that you were received by the fox clan elders as soon as you entered the city yesterday.