Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

They were already outnumbered.

The Three-headed Great Demon momentarily stunned, along with the collapse of its mental defenses, provided an opportunity for the Town Stone Great Demons to find their opening. Within just a few breaths, each was defeated in succession, doomed to fall!

The moment the panel notification popped up.

Shen Yi had already retracted all the Town Stones back into his brow, one after another; the Demon Origins condensed and flowed entirely into the Demon Soul.

He even refused to waste time adjusting in meditation.

He quickly headed towards the next direction recorded in the Jade Slip.

There were no Evil Cultivators or demons, just a starving diner.

He had to seize as many delicacies as he could before the Great Demons of the Unity Realm Stage in the Dragon Palace could react.

...

The Dragon Descendants' Palace.

Each exquisitely crafted glazed cup emitted a faint white light, illuminating the bustling hall as if it were daytime.

Any random piece of decoration here, if placed outside, would be a treasure of immense value.

Everyone knew that a single Red Dragon could not become the Dragon King. To secure Elder Ke Si's loyalty, the Southern Dragon Palace gave him many compensations.

Such as a palace more luxurious than other Dragon Descendants', and various Heaven and Earth Treasures only enjoyed by Dragon Descendants, and even military power, with five extraordinary generals from White Jade Capital placed under his command.

With such generous treatment.

The only requirement for Elder Ke Si was to monitor the waters near the South Hong Seven Sons, to report back to the Dragon Palace at the first sign of any news or changes.

As time passed.

He would become a Great Demon comparable to the Union Dao Realm, protecting and guarding the Southern Dragon Palace.

Yet at this moment, the palace was utterly empty except for two figures toasting each other.

The rich aroma of the alcohol clearly was not ordinary.

On any usual day, even for the most favored generals under Little Fourth Master's command from the White Jade Capital, it would be difficult to enjoy such nectar, let alone drink it to fullness, to the point of mental haziness.

The requirements from the Dragon Palace for Little Fourth Master were indeed very low.

Yet, even this sole requirement was defied by the opposite party.

From the moment Elder Ke Si concealed the death of Little Thirteenth, he could not afford to lose... Now that things had turned out this way, he could only take his family and many soldiers to the Dragon Palace, offering up military power as a sacrifice, to beseech the Dragon King for forgiveness.

"Is there really no hope left?"

The tall Insect Demon, eyes bleary with drink, slowly set down his cup, his eyes emanating fierceness, "What use is there in guarding these dead objects here? If the Dragon King is unwilling to show mercy, our prospects are dashed, our lives in peril."

"Not necessarily." The other Great Demon, also drunk, still retained basic rationality.

It shook its head, then suddenly lowered its voice, "That message came from Little Seventh... Little Seventh has already died at the hands of Su Hongxiu from the Heavenly Sword Sect... There's still room for maneuver."

"Little Fourth Master will definitely try to provoke the Princes, pushing all the blame onto the South Hong Seven Sons... When that time comes, you and I need to kill more, much more, preferably chopping off the heads of a thousand disciples from the Immortal Sect... There's still a chance."

"Flatten Nanyang Treasure Land!"

The Great Demon clenched his fist tightly as if to reassure himself, his coarse voice becoming increasingly resolute, "For now, let's just get completely drunk, don't think too much, just wait for news from Little Fourth Master."

"Completely drunk..."

The tall Insect Demon shook his head, looking towards the white jade throne at the front of the hall, and said with a silly smile, "I think I'm already drunk."

On that pristine throne.

A young man in a dark robe gently swayed, sitting relaxed, calmly examining the glazed cup in his hand, gently swirling the liquid inside before placing it gently on the table.

Thump.

A slight sound arose in the hall, like a prelude to a song, immediately followed by the accompaniment of footsteps.

The other Great Demon looked blankly outside.

Figures appeared, stepping unhurriedly into the hall, their bodies drenched in blood as if they had just emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the aura around them causing the entire hall to tremble.

One... Six... Twelve... Eighteen...

All eighteen figures stood quietly in front of the two demons. Wu Jun bent over, took the wine cups from their hands, carefully handing them to another Town Stone, whispering, "Place these properly, these all belong to my master, don't damage them."

Before his voice fell.

Wu Jun's palm was already on the head of the Insect Demon, brutally smashing it onto the stone table.

Bang! The stone table shattered! The entire floor of the hall also violently sunk downwards.

He bent down again, lifting the head of the Insect Demon, bringing it close to the ear, softly asked, "What did you just say you wanted to flatten, hmm?"