Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Chaos Among the Clans (Third Update)

The banquet hall that had just been filled with song and dance had now become a sea of blood.

Huyue stood in midair, and a golden shackle suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

This was the backlash of the world, which had become strong enough to materialize.

Yet Huyue only snorted coldly, “You think this Heavenly Dao can restrain me? Begone!”

With his words, the shackle broke in response.

But Huyue’s face had aged a bit as a result.

He didn’t care, though.

He looked around the vast mountains, “Since I have come to this world, let’s eliminate all these Demon Race members who have lost their true nature!”

After speaking, Huyue’s figure gradually disappeared into the moonlight.

The news of Ran Yi and many high-ranking members of the Demon Race turning into blood spread rapidly.

The once dead and silent Demon Race mountain range started to become unsettled.

But this was merely a topic of conversation for the demons during their leisure time.

However, the news that followed continuously challenged the endurance of the entire Demon Race.

The second day.

A mysterious man obliterated the Demon Marshal with one finger, and before his death, the Demon Marshal knelt on the ground, not even daring to resist.

The fifth day.

The Demon Emperor and many of the Royal Family were destroyed by the man with a single punch.

The seventh day.

The great Saint of the Demon Race…

For half a month in succession.

Huyue’s near-constant actions stirred the entire Demon Race mountain range and shocked spirits and gods alike.

Because no one knew how strong this mysterious man’s cultivation level and bloodline were.

There were rumors that in the presence of the mysterious man, the Saint of the Demon Race, who had transformed from an ancient Exotic Beast, did not even dare to resist and had to meekly wait for slaughter due to the pressure of the man’s bloodline.

Nor did anyone know what he wanted to do, why he needed to kill so many high-ranking members of the Demon Race.

It wasn’t until the happenings in Moonlight City spread that the many Demon Race members understood what had happened and could not help but curse the already dead Ran Yi.

You sought your own death, but you also established such a formidable enemy for the Demon Race.

Truly deserving of your fate.

But talking about it now was useless.

Huyue had already conquered the entire Demon Race with his incredibly strong cultivation level.

He began to gradually unify the entire Demon Race mountain range.

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In the far west, the Land of a Thousand Buddhas.

It was called this name because the people here were devout believers in Buddhism.

Secondly, because the area had many schools, each vying with one another, and each school believed in different principles, it came to be known as the Land of a Thousand Buddhas.

At this moment, in the capital of the Land of a Thousand Buddhists.

The Debating Dharma Hall had been holding debates for a full three months.

All the schools from the entire nation gathered to debate their scriptures and cultivation levels.

The losers would lose their disciples and offerings for the next year, and might even be removed from their position.

But the winners would gain the fervent worship of countless believers.

Therefore, every school treated this event with the utmost importance and sent their best representatives to the battle.

It usually ended in a draw.

But this year’s debate was different.

In the Debating Dharma Hall.

A fat monk’s Golden Wheel behind his head shattered with a bang, and then he spat out a mouthful of golden blood and crashed to the floor.

A small monk came forward and proficiently carried the fat monk away.

Because they had done this too many times lately, they were well practiced.

The monks watching around all stared blankly at the skinny monk sitting on the lotus platform.

How many times had it been?

Even the Mantra Holy Monk of the True Word Sect was no match for the one who called himself Reverend Ku Chan.

How profoundly does this person understand the Buddhist doctrine?

At that moment, Venerable Ku Chan slowly lifted his gaze and looked at the high monks of various sects below, speaking indistinctly, “Is there anyone else willing to debate the Dharma with Ku Chan?”

No sooner had he spoken than there was no reply.

The high monks, who usually held themselves so high, now bowed their proud heads.

This was because over the past three months, countless monks had tried to challenge Ku Chan from the remote temple on the frontier, and all had been defeated.

No matter how high your cultivation level and reputation were, they all went down the drain.

Ku Chan asked again three times.

Still, there was no answer.

He then revealed a faint smile, and a great golden light gradually shone from behind his head.

“If that is the case, are you willing to submit to me?”

Under the shroud of the golden light, nearly all the monks showed a look of confusion on their faces, then their eyes slowly became hollow.

“Venerable one above, we are willing!”

For a thousand years, the Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas had never had a leader capable of subduing all sects.

Not until the appearance of Ku Chan, who after three months of unbeatable debate, began to be called Venerable.

After that, an innumerable number of fanatical followers of Venerable Ku Chan emerged in the Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, their influence growing ever more grand.

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In the Northwest, slightly to the north, there lies the Iron Encirclement Mountain, the height of which spans countless tens of thousands of zhang.

The mountain is barren, devoid of vegetation or the trace of any birds and beasts.

Within a thousand li, no demon, ghost, or ghoul dares to pass.

For beneath this Iron Encirclement Mountain lies the dreaded abode of the Demon Race.

This is a vast square located among the Ninefold Underground Springs.

At this moment.

Countless Demon Race soldiers stand atop the square.

These Demon Race soldiers don armored gear, yet their interior is pitch black, with only their eyes emitting a cold flame visible.

These eyes, when gathered together, resemble an icy ocean.

As the figure of Leng Junxie, the revered young leader of the Demon Race, appeared on the reviewing stand.

All the Demon Race soldiers howled to the skies.

This was their respect for Leng Junxie.

Leng Junxie, looking at the soldiers below, with a sinister smile emerging on his face, spoke in a loud voice.

“You have been dwelling underground for ten thousand years, to the extent that you have grown accustomed to this life without daylight, thinking it is fitting for our Demon Race.”

“But today, I will tell you, you are wrong! As the noble Demon Race, we should be enjoying all the wondrous things in the world even more than The Multiverse; we were born to stand loftily above all!”

“Yet ten thousand years ago, you were herded underground like pigs and dogs, and from then on have been referred to as the despicable Demon Race by others!”

“But now, I, Leng Junxie, only want to ask you, do you accept this?”

The Demon Race soldiers let out a thunderous roar of rage, filled with boundless demonic resentment.

Leng Junxie smiled with satisfaction, “Very well, today I will lead you back to the surface, to slaughter all those humans, demons, and ghosts, and with their blood, we will forge an unprecedented glorious name for our Demon Race!”

On this day.

Iron Encirclement Mountain collapsed, legions of demons emerged, and the world lost its light.

Similar scenes were being enacted in various places.

Fei Tian of the Shura Tribe led his overseas Shura to land along the coast, leaving a trail of blood and carnage wherever they went.

All clans were making final preparations for the grand assembly of a thousand tribes.

And in the Central Province.

High above the city of Mountain Sea Sect.

There lay a city in the clouds.

Whenever the sunlight passed through here, this Sky City would reveal its form and shine brilliantly.

That was the location of the Immortal Gate’s sect, Mountain Sea Sect, in the Central Province.

At this moment, within the Mountain Sea Sect.

Lian Yunzhi was kneeling on the ground, a pale-faced narrative of events recounted.

The person sitting across from her was a beautiful woman in palace garb.

After listening, the woman slightly furrowed her brow.

“The Hua Clan, Xue An?”