Chapter 909 - Someone Had to Bear the Brunt

“

Roar

!” A deafening roar resounded through heaven and earth, shaking the people’s hearts.

Countless people looked at the approaching Demonic Jiao of Darkness riding the clouds and mist, setting off another wave of shock in their hearts.

On the Myriad Demon Islands, Demonic Jiao of Darkness were treated as the descendants of the demon god and had supreme statuses.

The identity of the person riding the Demonic Jiao of Darkness was beyond question—only those from the pinnacle of the demonic mountain held such qualifications.

“The demonic mountain’s holy envoy!”

The crowd immediately recognized the figure.

The demonic mountain—the Myriad Demons Mountain—was the sacred heart of the entire Myriad Demons Island. For billions of demonic cultivators, it was a revered holy land and the ultimate symbol of power and prestige.

A figure stood on top of the Demonic Jiao of Darkness’ head, facing the wind.

He was clad in incredibly gorgeous long robes and was incomparably handsome. An insignia on his chest announced his exceptional status.

“It’s the demonic mountain’s holy envoy. He’s here to escort the ten demonic child candidates to the demonic mountain, but why is he here so early?”

After the initial shock passed, confusion began to ripple through the crowd.

The status of the demonic mountain’s holy envoy equaled that of a domain venerable, and his authority extended to life and death decisions.

After the conclusion of each Demonic Child Selection Battle, a holy envoy would come to the ten great demonic domains on a Demonic Jiao of Darkness to escort the candidates to the mountain for further trials.

According to established norms, they would come three months after the Demonic Child Selection Battle; this time, they had come as soon as it ended, surprising the people.

The Demonic Jiao of Darkness descended slowly, hovering just above the ground. The experts in the air landed, bowing deeply toward the holy envoy. Their faces were filled with reverence.

“Greetings to the Lord holy envoy.” Their respectful voices echoed through the skies—a display of devotion not just to the holy envoy but also to the demonic mountain itself.

Not just anyone could become a holy envoy. Only those who had received the will of the Lord of Myriad Demons could serve in this capacity, symbolizing the dignity of the demonic mountain.

Some even knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves with their foreheads pressed against the earth, demonstrating their utmost respect.

Chen Fan was a little shaken by this scene.

The Myriad Demon Islands upheld a strict hierarchy among its billions of demonic cultivators.

When he saw the holy envoy, his irises contracted slightly—the envoy was a peak Manifestation realm expert.

The might of the massive Demonic Jiao of Darkness swept outward like a tidal wave.

Jiao weren’t dragons; they weren’t even a sub-dragon species. It only had the bloodline of the sub-dragon species, flood dragon. Even so, it was still very powerful.

This Demonic Jiao of Darkness possessed terrifying strength not any inferior to Demon King Xuan Ting.

Demon Venerable Ping Shan said, “On behalf of my demonic domain, I welcome your arrival.”

As a ruler of his domain and a Legendary realm apex expert, while Demon Venerable Ping Shan showed respect to the holy envoy, there was no hint of subservience in his demeanor.

The holy envoy didn’t mind that and glanced over the crowd, his gaze landing on Chen Fan and the other demonic child candidates.

When his eyes fell on Chen Fan, still at the half-step Manifestation realm, he paused briefly, clearly surprised.

“I’m sure you all know why I’m here, so I shan’t waste any time. You ten, come up," the holy envoy said, nodding at Demon Venerable Ping Shan before addressing the candidates.

Gu Ling and the others nodded and moved toward the back of the Demonic Jiao of Darkness.

“

Roar

!” roared the Demonic Jiao of Darkness angrily. Its immense might surged like fierce winds and crashing waves, forcing Gu Ling and the others to falter.

The holy envoy stood quietly on the demonic Jiao’s head, making no effort to intervene.

The crowd watched intently, realizing this was a test.

How noble was the Demonic Jiao of Darkness? Although Gu Ling and the others were demonic child candidates, they were still not qualified to step on its back. Without his word, the jiao would have lashed out, possibly killing them outright.

Gu Ling and the others tried their best to withstand the crushing might of the Demonic Jiao of Darkness. They faced the fierce winds and huge waves and advanced with difficulty.

They were all geniuses among geniuses—the ten most exceptional figures in the Ping Shan Demonic Domain. While failing to mount the Demonic Jiao of Darkness wouldn’t strip them of their demonic child candidacies, it would be humiliating under so many watchful eyes.

The Jiao’s terrifying might swept out like ocean waves. Its dark, ridiculing eyes seemed to mock their struggle.

Whoosh!

As Gu Ling and the others advanced with much difficulty, a figure suddenly darted toward the Demonic Jiao with lightning speed, cutting through the waves of its might as though they didn’t exist.

“What?”

“It’s that kid! Chen Fan. Heavens, how is this possible? He doesn’t fear the demonic Jiao’s might!”

The crowd below was astonished.

To them, it was already a miracle that Chen Fan obtained a spot among the demonic child candidates. Yet, watching him slice through the Demonic Jiao’s oppressive force with ease, they were utterly shaken.

Finally, the crowd understood how he earned his place, and why even Gu Ling and the others were wary of him.

Even the Demonic Jiao’s eyes flickered with surprise. A half-step Manifestation cultivator ignoring its pressure and advancing so easily—it was almost insulting.

The jiao instantly exerted an even greater pressure and directed it toward Chen Fan.

Meanwhile, Gu Ling and the others felt the pressure on them easing slightly.

Sensing the invisible might sweeping across the air, Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. A moment later, his gaze erupted with a fierce, sword-like light that seemed to pierce through the void.

He transformed into a streak of divine radiance, obliterating every obstacle in his path and cutting through the crushing force without hesitation.

Swish!

While the Demonic Jiao of Darkness was in a daze, Chen Fan broke through the layers of pressure and made his way up its back.

“He succeeded.”

“My god, his cultivation is the lowest, yet he’s the first to get on the jiao’s back!”

“No wonder he earned a spot as a candidate—it wasn’t luck. He’s unbelievably strong!”

Countless people clamored in subdued voices, seeing Chen Fan easily step on the demonic Jiao’s back.

A hint of incredulity also flashed across the jiao’s eyes. That a mere half-step Manifestation cultivator had overcome its might was an affront to its pride. Rage ignited in its eyes—this was nothing short of humiliation.

However, Chen Fan had already gotten on its back, so it no longer had a way to pick on him.

It decided to take its anger out on Gu Ling and the others. An even more terrifying pressure swept toward them like a tsunami.

The crowd was speechless at the sight.

Did the jiao become enraged over a perceived humiliation and was treating the other nine demonic child candidates as its punching bag?