The instant his Golden Core returned to his body, Lu Ming felt his spiritual energy normalize.
Lu Ming felt a bit depressed. This wouldn't do!
If his Golden Core just decided to wander off on a whim whenever it felt like it, what would happen?
What if another enemy showed up right at that moment?
Wouldn't he just be a lamb to the slaughter?
He would be slapped to death in an instant without even a chance to resist.
No, this was unacceptable. He had to find a way to solve this problem.
Or perhaps he needed to quickly break through to the Nascent Soul stage.
Lu Ming then turned his gaze back to Ye Fan.
By now, the man had been completely crippled.
His Golden Core was shattered, and his dantian was ruined.
Meeting Lu Ming's gaze, Ye Fan's eyes filled with venomous hatred. He opened his mouth, about to unleash a torrent of abuse.
“Smack!”
Lu Ming didn't even give him the chance to speak, slapping him to death on the spot.
When dealing with someone so utterly consumed by a desire to kill him, Lu Ming truly couldn't be bothered to waste his breath.
With Ye Fan dead, Lu Ming felt as though the very air had grown fresher.
Just then, a golden light flashed and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Lu Ming frowned slightly. Why did it feel like something had just escaped?
At the same time, deep within Lu Ming's sea of consciousness, the Protagonist Stepping Stone Halo glowed brilliantly, bouncing a few times as its color deepened once more.
Meanwhile, not long after Ye Fan's death...
In the demon race sacred land, a pair of tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open.
A surge of venomous, murderous intent instantly erupted toward the heavens.
“Mortal...”
The bone-chilling words had barely left his mouth before Ye Fan froze.
What was going on?
Why did something feel off?
Ye Fan quickly raised a hand to touch his face.
What was this?
Why was it so furry?
“What the hell... Why do I have fur?!”
Just then, a flood of memories rushed into Ye Fan's mind.
“Ye Fanfan? What kind of ridiculous name is that?!”
From these memories, Ye Fan learned that his vessel for this rebirth belonged to the demon race.
He was a prince of the Xiaotian Imperial Clan.
Why the Xiaotian Imperial Clan?
Because in the year XXXX of the Demon Calendar, a peerless hero had emerged from the demon race.
With unparalleled combat strength, he fought his way across the demon realm without meeting a single equal.
He then swept through the demon realm with thunderous methods, uniting it.
He became the Demon Emperor of his generation, and from then on, the Xiaotian War Dog clan became the imperial clan.
Not long after, the Xiaotian War God ascended to the Immortal Realm.
After his departure, the next Xiaotian War Dog succeeded the throne.
As the generations passed, a severe problem arose within the Xiaotian Imperial Clan.
Their bloodline was sparse, and their offspring were few—only a single heir was born to each generation.
Seeing this, the other demon clans began to grow restless, harboring thoughts of usurping the throne.
It was during this critical juncture that the new Xiaotian Dog Emperor took the concubine-born daughter of General Dog as his Empress.
On a day filled with lightning, thunder, and howling wind and rain...
The Empress gave birth to one hundred and eight sons in a single litter, instantly resolving the Xiaotian Imperial Clan's succession crisis.
Years later, all one hundred and eight princes grew up into fine dogs.
These one hundred and eight princes naturally began plotting and scheming against one another. After all, there was only one throne.
Even though the old Dog Emperor was still alive.
And Ye Fan's current identity was the 98th Prince.
The reason his predecessor had died was that he had been murdered by the 36th Prince.
Having received these memories, Ye Fan looked up at the sky, utterly speechless.
So he wasn't even human anymore?
But he quickly came to terms with his new identity.
He had no other choice anyway; it wasn't like he could just commit suicide!
Once he accepted his identity, he realized it wasn't all bad. How had he died just now?
He had been punched to death by that damned mortal.
But the root cause was that the bastard possessed an unpredictable hidden weapon specifically targeting the dantian, which had blown up his Golden Core and dantian.
But now, he was a demon! Demons didn't have dantians!
Furthermore, he was already a 4th-rank demon beast.
At this thought, a venomous glint flashed through Ye Fan's eyes.
“Mortal, just you wait for my wrathful vengeance!”
...
“Leave the rest to me...”
Seeing that Ye Fan was dead, Huang Tianbao rushed over immediately.
He hurriedly summoned his Hundred Million Soul Banner and scrambled to the side of the corpse.
“Wait, hold on...”
Zhuifeng called out in a hurry, quickly retrieving his soul mark.
Meanwhile, Lu Ming nimbly snatched up the storage bag from Ye Fan's body.
Disciples from these great sects were always filthy rich; Lu Ming certainly wasn't going to let such loot go.
Peering into the storage bag, Lu Ming's eyes lit up. Sure enough, there were piles upon piles of spirit stones.
Along with countless bottles, jars, chests, and boxes...
Seeing Lu Ming pocket the storage bag, Huang Tianbao quickly controlled his Hundred Million Soul Banner and began to draw out the soul.
Thick black smoke billowed out, enveloping Ye Fan's corpse, but there was absolutely no reaction...
Huh?
Huang Tianbao looked at his Hundred Million Soul Banner in confusion. What was going on?
Was it broken?
Otherwise, why was there no reaction?
He carefully inspected the Hundred Million Soul Banner, but it seemed perfectly fine...
“Woof, woof?!”
Big Yellow pointed a paw at the corpse on the ground. Second Senior Brother, what's wrong? Is it not working?
Lu Ming and the others also stared at Huang Tianbao with bewildered expressions.
The sudden pressure broke Huang Tianbao into a cold sweat.
“I... I don't know either! There's definitely nothing wrong with my banner!”
Hearing this, Lu Ming also curiously examined the corpse on the ground.
If there was nothing wrong with the banner, then the issue had to lie with the soul itself!
Just as he was about to reach out to examine the body, a terrifyingly oppressive pressure suddenly descended.
It instantly took his breath away, causing his knees to buckle as he nearly fell to the ground.
“Run!”
Lu Ming roared. Before Diao San and the others could even react, he swept them all into the Equality Secret Realm.
“Woof, woof!!!”
At that moment, Big Yellow barked urgently, urging them to flee.
It turned out that the very instant the pressure descended...
Big Yellow had quickly activated a teleportation array disk left behind by Wang Defa.
Lu Ming gritted his teeth, knowing they had run into a powerful figure they couldn't afford to provoke.
Without a single moment of hesitation, he circulated his spiritual energy, forcing his dantian to spin furiously.
He lunged with all his might toward the glowing teleportation array.
The moment Lu Ming stepped onto the array, it flared with brilliant light and began to operate.
“You dare kill my disciple, brat?! Seek death!”
“Boom...”
Just as the teleportation began, Lu Ming felt the array come under a violent attack.
His heart leaped into his throat. Holy shit, are we not going to make it out?
Suddenly, the light of the teleportation array warped violently, and the stable space around him began to distort and ripple.
Lu Ming felt a massive force slam into him, tossing his body around as if he had been thrown into a washing machine.
He tumbled wildly in the spinning darkness. As his world spun out of control, the harsh, grating sound of shattering space echoed in his ears.
“Dammit!”
After Lu Ming and his companions vanished through the portal, Ye Fan's master, Blood Refining Demon Lord, finally arrived at the scene.
He slammed a palm down toward the teleportation array.
Watching the warped array carry the culprit away, he roared in sheer frustration.
Looking down at Ye Fan's corpse on the ground...
Blood Refining Demon Lord quickly searched for the storage bag, only to find that it had already been looted.
Blood Refining Demon Lord's expression turned even more hideous.
The Break-Stage Grass had been snatched away right under his nose. How could he not be furious?
“Senior Brother...”
Just then, a sorrowful voice echoed from nearby.
A figure then came rushing over—it was none other than Hei Lingyue.
“Master, you must avenge Senior Brother!”
Hei Lingyue pleaded through her tears, looking up at Blood Refining Demon Lord.
“Useless trash! If you had stayed by your senior brother's side, he wouldn't have been killed!”
Staring at Ye Fan's corpse, Blood Refining Demon Lord felt a sharp pang of heartache. His Break-Stage Grass was gone!
Hearing Blood Refining Demon Lord's harsh words, Hei Lingyue's tears flowed even faster.
It wasn't that she didn't want to stay by her senior brother's side, but rather that she couldn't find him anywhere after they exited the secret realm...
She had simply lost track of him...
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