Chapter 114.1: Blood Master is a Great Demon

In the Flowing River Demon Cavern.

Several terrifying figures appeared, each radiating an awe-inspiring, overwhelming aura, as though they had merged entirely with heaven and earth.

The Purple Daoist gazed at Supreme Yubai’s corpse, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. "Killing one of our Supremes? And a Mythwalker came with him.

Hmph

, such insignificant pests. How dare they invade our stronghold? They are seeking death!"

The faces of all the gathered Supremes darkened. Someone had infiltrated their base and assassinated one of their own. A humiliation—or worse yet—a warning, especially for the recently arrived Purple Daoist.

The Purple Daoist's gaze deepened as he stared at the corpse, lost in thought. "To be capable of slaying Supreme Yubai... that Supreme from the Southern Lands does have some skill.”

Another Supreme growled, "After killing Yubai, that Southern Lands Supreme must have fled toward Great Sorrow City. Soon, our armies shall march there. We'll make those Southern cultivators regret their arrogance!"

Then, another suddenly cut in. "There's trouble at the Xingyuan Demon Cavern... A Supreme has attacked!"

The Xingyuan Demon Cavern was close to the Flowing River. All the Supremes present were stunned.

"Instead of fleeing, he went to attack another cavern?"

"Such insolence! Does he think we don't exist?"

Rage boiled in every Supreme present. To linger after assassinating one of them, this was outright contempt!

Murderous light flickered in the Purple Daoist's eyes. He tapped the slate hidden in his sleeve. Sensing no danger, he said aloud, "Everyone, come with me to the Xingyuan Demon Cavern. We'll slay this wretch!"

As a Great Supreme, his word was command. No one dared to disobey. All Supremes surged forth toward the Xingyuan Demon Cavern.

***

Within the cavern, Qi Yuan's eyes burned red. Countless spawns fell beneath his sword, unable to withstand even a single blow. He was like a god of slaughter, cutting through legions of demons as if invincible.

Chen Huan watched, utterly stunned. "This is insane."

He knew Qi Yuan was strong even among Mythwalkers, but this level of power defied all reason. Qi Yuan was killing faster without invoking Origin Divine Technique than Chen Huan could with it.

Then Qi Yuan's cold voice rang out. "What are you dawdling for? Move!"

Chen Huan blinked, then realized something. "Big Brother, we should run! Quickly!"

Ever since stepping into the Supreme realm and killing another Supreme, Chen Huan felt like he was in a dream. Now, reality crashed back in. If they stayed, they'd be surrounded by the Northern Supremes!

Qi Yuan's blade swept out in an arc, where the sword-light passed, demon spawns perished. His killing intent was palpable and his EXP bar climbed ever higher. Level 120 was within reach.

"The plan is ahead of schedule," Qi Yuan growled. "We've entered phase three, how can we retreat now? We strike while the iron's hot. Once I ascend to Supreme, I'll personally behead that old dog, the Purple Daoist!"

The more he killed, the more Demonic Origin he absorbed, and the more negative emotion he suppressed.

"Big Brother, we must go! Even if you reach Supreme... w-we—" Chen Huan faltered in panic.

The Purple Daoist was a Great Supreme, and the difference between them was vast. Even if the Purple Daoist just stood there, Chen Huan could hack at him all day and never wound him.

As powerful as Qi Yuan was, he was still green! He'd probably require a thousand years before he could give the Purple Daoist hell.

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes, hacking away still. "It's too late to escape. They're here already.”

Kill. Kill. Kill.

He saw nothing but slaughter, as though he would cut through this world itself.

Chen Huan paled as he sensed the approaching auras, each stronger than the last. One of them, obscure and profound, belonged to the Purple Daoist.

Escape was impossible.

Chen Huan's expression turned bitter.

So, this is the end...

His great-great-granddaughter was about to give birth, yet he couldn't even hope of seeing them. Dozens of concubines waiting back home would never know what happened to him.

"Big Brother... since we're about to die, can I make one last request?"

Qi Yuan barked mid-fight. "Be quick with it or shut up."

With genuine sorrow, Chen Huan said, "I have been lonely all my life... Before I die, may I have the honor of acknowledging you as my godfather?"

"Get lost!" Qi Yuan roared, his sword flashing like a dragon tearing through the cavern. Hundreds of demon spawns fell before him.

The Supremes' auras drew closer and closer.

Then, a long-awaited chime echoed in Qi Yuan's mind.

[You have reached level 120. You have earned one chance to comprehend the Origin. Would you like to use it?]

Finally, after a century of slaying demon spawns across the Flowing Wind World, and even one Supreme!

Level 120. The great threshold. To step beyond was to become Supreme. Qi Yuan now stood at the half-step Supreme level. Only one thing was missing: his Origin Divine Technique.

Qi Yuan said without hesitation, "Comprehend."