Wu Laoba was secretly regretting having his thunder stolen, when he suddenly heard Ning Fan speak with dissatisfaction, reprimanding Yang Zhu,

"I never said to kill all these disciples of the Slaughter Hall, stop talking nonsense and stand down!"

"Uh...Master, I... I’ll stand down right away..."

Yang Zhu, who was just about to roll up his sleeves and fight, trembled all over, inwardly cursing his misjudgment, never expecting to misunderstand the master’s intentions so thoroughly.

In his view, Ning Fan was an evil cultivator who couldn’t bear any grievances. It was absolutely impossible for him to tolerate disrespectful words from juniors.

However, the reality was that Ning Fan did not recklessly harbor murderous intent or abuse his power because of the disrespect from these disciples of the Slaughter Hall...

It was truly inconceivable!

Even the frantic aggressor who dared to cut down the Third Step Well Spirit of the Well of Worries was so tolerant towards a few juniors... Sigh, he was indeed a master with an unpredictable mind!

Yang Zhu secretly criticized, while Wu Laoba and Ya Tiangou gloated, secretly mocking Yang Zhu for his flattery backfiring.

Ning Fan couldn’t be bothered with the mental activities of these three fools. He was more concerned about the reason why he was being expelled by the Slaughter Hall disciples.

According to what these disciples mentioned, it was not the Great Elder of Ming Hai who ordered his expulsion, but the Deputy Hall Master of the Slaughter Hall?

Strange, why would this Deputy Hall Master want to prevent him from rescuing the Slaughter Emperor?

The function division of the Slaughter Hall is such that each generation’s Slaughter Emperor serves as the Hall Master. Under the Hall Master is a Deputy Hall, and below the Deputy Hall is one Great Elder overseeing other elders. Beneath the elders are Pavillion Masters, Deacons, and disciples scattered in various places.

When Ning Fan was at the Slaughter Hall, he did hear of the existence of a Deputy Hall Master, who apparently is an old monster about to become an emperor. However, this person rarely operates in the Eastern Heaven, and his infamous reputation seems to be less resounding than that of the Great Elder of Ming Hai.

As a Deputy Hall Master, this person does not need to manage any mundane affairs. His only duty is to seclude himself for cultivation. It’s said that only when the Slaughter Hall falls into crisis will this person appear.

At this moment, the Slaughter Hall is clearly not facing the crisis of extinction, yet this Deputy Hall Master has appeared.

Logically, Ning Fan’s sincere intention to rescue the Slaughter Emperor should have been of significant benefit to the rejuvenation of the Slaughter Hall. Why, then, would the Deputy Hall stop this? Is it possible this person doesn’t want the Slaughter Emperor rescued? Does he want to contend for power and profit with the Slaughter Emperor who is the rightful Hall Master? Or perhaps this person simply doesn’t want the Slaughter Hall entangled too deeply with him, especially as he is now determined to be at odds with the Dark Clan.

For a moment, countless speculations arose in Ning Fan’s mind, yet none could be substantiated.

"Please, Rain Immortal Monarch, do not make things difficult for us. We are merely carrying out orders. Please depart the Blood Sea Star Realm swiftly, Rain Monarch."

Previously, Yang Zhu’s fierce tone indeed frightened several disciples of the Slaughter Hall. These men, at most, had only reached Enlightenment, so how dared they truly be wanton towards Ning Fan? In their shock, their tone understandably became much more respectful.

"Leaving is not an option. Ning will never leave things unfinished. To my knowledge, only the Hall Master himself holds the authority to expel an elder from the Slaughter Hall. Has the Deputy Hall’s order to expel Ning received the Hall Master’s written command? Without such a command, Ning finds this unacceptable." Ning Fan’s expression was calm as he flipped his hand to produce a Slaughter Hall Elder’s Command.

This token was not the one he had submitted to the Slaughter Hall before, but a trophy he acquired by killing Elder Fei He at the ruins of the Six Desires Immortal King.

The rules of the Slaughter Hall are indeed bloodthirsty. Should a disciple slay an elder and claim a token, they can replace the slain as an elder. Even if one is an elder, they cannot be arbitrarily expelled by a Deputy Hall.

"This...this is Elder Fei He’s lost Elder’s Command. It indeed was in Rain Monarch’s possession!"

The Slaughter Hall disciples were all shocked.

Back then, Fei He and Yao Qingyun, alongside Ning Fan, ventured to the Six Desires Cave Mansion in search of treasure, yet Fei He never returned. With Ning Fan’s notorious name growing louder, there was already speculation within the Slaughter Hall linking Fei He’s death closely to Ning Fan. Until today, this matter was finally confirmed.

"Since Rain Monarch holds an Elder’s Command, he is indeed part of the Slaughter Hall’s Council of Elders. Naturally, we dare not hinder Rain Monarch any longer. No...we should no longer call you Rain Monarch, but rather Elder Ning! Since Elder Ning possesses an Elder’s Command, the Deputy Hall cannot expel Elder Ning, we shall give way!"

The disciples lifted the Formation barrier blocking the star path, stepping aside along the celestial road, standing upright, and clasping their fists to pay respects to Ning Fan with renewed esteem far beyond their initial approach.

Clearly, in the hearts of these disciples, the identity of an elder of the Slaughter Hall carried considerable weight.

Ning Fan nodded. Resolving this peacefully was the best outcome. Just as he was about to ride the clouds forward, a cold rebuke came from the other end of the starry sky.

"Utter nonsense! This Elder’s Command is fake! This one’s elder status is not recognized by the Slaughter Hall! What rubbish Rain Immortal Monarch, if you know what’s good for you, leave the Blood Sea Star Realm immediately, or don’t blame this king for being ruthless!"

The sound of that cold rebuke kept approaching, with an intangible sound wave suddenly transforming into a giant flaming fist, fiercely pounding towards the direction of Wuxian Cloud.

The sweeping fist wind directly shattered some of the surrounding abandoned stars to dust, throwing several nearby Slaughter Hall disciples flying.

The fist wind held an unimaginable heat, causing the temperature of the cold starry sky to rise abruptly!

This was a punch from an Immortal King!

This time, Wu Laoba seized the opportunity to shine. Without waiting for Ning Fan to act, Wu Laoba stepped across, waving his sleeve as a rolling black wind collided head-on with the fiery fist glow.

Strangely enough, despite the fist glow possessing the might of an Immortal King’s strike, under the breath of the black wind, it became unstable, collapsing incrementally, until by the time it reached Wuxian Cloud, it was nearly illusory, obliterated by a single sneeze from Wu Laoba, utterly vanishing.

Huh?

From the other end of the starry sky came a faint sound of surprise, evidently puzzled at how Wu Laoba, a mere Eternal Calamity Celestial Venerate, easily fended off a strike by an Immortal King.

Before long, a giant bird engulfed in blazing flames approached from the distant starry expanse. As it traversed the void, it left a lengthy trail of fire and covered vast distances in an instant.

That giant bird was not a demonic creature, but the true form of an ancient monster, an Immortal King transformed by the Eternal True Body. As the fire fell, a ghost-faced man clad in fiery armor emerged from the blaze, slicing a chasm into the cosmos with a flick of his finger. Flames gushed forth, instantly sealing off a million miles of the starry sky with fire, trapping Ning Fan and his group at the center of a sea of flames.

The visitor was none other than a member of the Slaughter Hall Immortal King elders, with the cultivation level of Eternity’s Three Calamities. Ning Fan vaguely remembered his name seemed to be Punishing Flames Immortal King, also a reclusive practitioner. In the past, Ning Fan’s cultivation was not as elevated, seeing him only from afar once...

Now, they could stand as equals!

With Punishing Flames Immortal King appearing, the Slaughter Hall disciples immediately greeted him.

"Elder Xing Yan, please do not act, this is a misunderstanding! Everyone knows the Slaughter Hall’s Elder’s Command is condensed from the Slaughter Intent of the First Generation Slaughter Emperor, and cannot be forged! Our subordinates have verified that Elder Ning’s command is indeed real, and this matter..."

"Hmph! Move aside! Did this king address you?" Punishing Flames Immortal King’s gaze narrowed, releasing a vast pressure, instantly reducing several Slaughter Hall disciples to vomiting blood, retreating continuously, no longer daring to randomly speak up or easily approach him.

Rumor has it this Immortal King has an eccentric temperament, devoid of empathy. Today, a few disciples bore witness to that firsthand.

Ning Fan frowned slightly. He had wished to avoid disputes with the Slaughter Hall, yet the aggressive stance of this Punishing Flames Immortal King clearly showed no intention of reasoning with him.

A fake Elder’s Command?

Heh, truly speaking blatant lies...

"Rain Immortal Monarch? Heh, such a grand reputation, this king doesn’t know how much of your so-called monarch’s fame is warranted, but your servant does possess some ability. To be able to withstand this king’s punch as an Eternal Calamity Celestial Venerate, there are few in the Eastern Heaven. You’re...not bad! You appear somewhat unfamiliar, what’s your name!"

Punishing Flames Immortal King regarded Ning Fan as nothing, yet held a slightly apprehensive gaze towards Wu Laoba, who withstood his punch.

He didn’t know Wu Laoba’s notorious reputation; if he did, he’d probably be too intimidated to calmly converse with Wu Laoba.

To Xing Yan, it was a respectful gesture for an Immortal King to ask for the name of an Immortal Venerable like Wu Laoba. Unfortunately, Wu Laoba didn’t care about Xing Yan at all, continuing to pick his nose and secretly wipe it on Zhu Er’s clothes.

So Zhu Er was enraged, and got into a brawl with Wu Laoba.

Xing Yan, completely ignored by Wu Laoba as if he were air, suddenly felt a surge of anger. He coldly snorted, ignoring Wu Laoba, his eyes cold beneath the ghost mask, turning to Ning Fan, and said coldly,

"Your elder command token, identified by this elder, is fake. You can leave now; you have no qualifications to enter this starry sky!"

The tone was utterly contemptuous, clearly not considering Ning Fan as worth anything.

It’s no wonder Xing Yan reacts this way; the blame lies in Ning Fan’s youthful age, rising too quickly from the Eastern Heaven. At the age of over ten thousand years, Ning Fan, compared with those old monsters who are hundreds or tens of millions of years old, is akin to an immature child.

Xing Yan Immortal King is also a devoted follower of the deputy hall who hardly ever roams through the Eastern Heaven and has heard little about Ning Fan’s tremendous demonic reputation, nor does he believe in it.

Rain Immortal Monarch? Haha, he merely has a good teacher who is an ancient cultivator. Unfortunately, that good teacher is about to perish. Once the Ancient Chaos dies, this brat is nothing!

Ning Fan furrowed his brows deeper, stayed silent for a moment, and said,

"Elder Xing Yan thinks my elder command token is fake; could it be my Innate Ghost Mask is also a forgery? As far as I know, if a decisive situation arises, the speaking authority of the Young Emperor of the Slaughter Hall seems to exceed that of a mere deputy hall. As the Young Emperor of the Slaughter Hall, a mere deputy hall master has no power to expel me."

Ning Fan wiped his right hand, and the Innate Ghost Mask gradually appeared, turning his black hair silver in an instant.

The Slaughter Hall respects the ghost mask; when the Innate Ghost Mask appeared, everyone present felt the supreme pressure emanating from Ning Fan, including Xing Yan!

Xing Yan Immortal King could feel the trembling of the ghost mask he wore, which was fearful of the Young Emperor’s Ghost Mask!

He felt a sense of impending doom... All the deputy hall’s schemes were calculated based on the absence of a Young Emperor in the Slaughter Hall. Why is there still a Young Emperor! In this way, all the strategies of the deputy hall master become useless!

However, several disciples of the Slaughter Hall nearby were extremely excited.

"Yo... Young Emperor Ghost Mask! It’s real! Haha, it really is the Young Emperor Ghost Mask! Since when did our hall have a Young Emperor?"

"No wonder the Grand Elder values the Rain Immortal Monarch so much. Unexpectedly... the Rain Monarch still has another identity, as the Young Emperor of our hall!"

"He who holds the Innate Ghost Mask and possesses the cultivation of an Immortal Venerable is the true Young Emperor! We disciples of the Slaughter Hall greet the Young Emperor!"

The gazes of several Slaughter Hall disciples under the ghost mask were fervent, kneeling down in the starry sky, kneeling to Ning Fan!

Even in front of the Grand Elder, these people didn’t kneel, but for the Young Emperor, the future Eighth Generation Slaughter Emperor, it was an exception!

No mistake! This is the ghost mask containing the will of the First Generation, exclusively belonging to the Slaughter Hall, the Innate Ghost Mask, the symbol of the Young Emperor of the Slaughter Hall!

What worries the Slaughter Hall cultivators the most? It’s not the impending demise of the Seventh Generation Slaughter Emperor, but the absence of an Eighth Generation successor after the Seventh’s death!

Six million years ago, Linglong Elder, the most promising candidate to become Young Emperor, died mysteriously, causing the lineage of the Slaughter Hall to sever, leaving countless cultivators uneasy about the future.

According to the tradition of the Slaughter Hall, all its cultivators have the duty to pursue the Young Emperor to promote rapid growth through slaughter, but this does not mean that the disciples do not respect the Young Emperor!

On the contrary, the weight of the Young Emperor is far greater than any deputy hall master or Grand Elder!

"Hmph! You bunch of fools! Even this one’s Innate Ghost Mask is fake! Can’t you see? This person is forging the Young Emperor Ghost Mask, deserving punishment! Those who kneel share the same guilt and will be executed by me!"

Xing Yan Immortal King’s eyes flashed with ferocity, waving his hand, immediately igniting countless flames that burned several kneeling Slaughter Hall disciples to ashes.

An additional wave of his hand transformed the million-mile sea of fire sealing the starry sky into thousands of flaming dragons, charging towards the Wuxian Cloud, disregarding Ning Fan’s Young Emperor status, intending to kill Ning Fan on the spot!

If Ning Fan were not the Young Emperor, Xing Yan might have spared him, but since Ning Fan is the Young Emperor, one mistake could render the deputy hall’s plans futile; thus, he cannot allow Ning Fan to live!

Ning Fan’s eyes displayed coldness!

Although the Slaughter Hall does not reject intra-kin slaughter, the Xing Yan Immortal King confuses right and wrong, killing several defenseless Slaughter Hall disciples, which incited Ning Fan’s disapproval.

Furthermore, Xing Yan targeted him with lethal force; this matter exceeded his tolerance and made him feel uneasy!

The wind sound of the Blood Sea Star Realm exudes an unnoticeable sorrow similar to a murmur, resembling funeral music, transforming into celestial sound and hiding within the wind, lingering in the starry sky... This type of wind sound is called funeral sound, which only appears at the demise of peerless figures...

Ordinary people cannot hear this funeral sound, as it is unrelated to cultivation but requires supreme understanding of divination. Even among divination grandmasters, few can hear it; among the Four Heavens, only two or three can rely on their divination cultivation to hear the funeral sound.

Ning Fan, though guided by Chongming Phoenix Emperor, had merely begun in the way of divination, and based on divination cultivation alone was not enough to hear such profound celestial sounds as the funeral sound.

However, he had another identity: he was a Divine Spirit Wasted Body who mastered Communication with All Things, capable of hearing the sounds of all things!

Thus, even if his divination cultivation was lacking, he still heard the mournful funeral sound reverberating in the starry sky!

Ancient records stated that even upon the fall of an Eight Tribulations Celestial Emperor, rarely did it leave a funeral sound in the world; yet why does the Blood Sea Star Realm have a funeral sound now...

Could it be... something happened to the Slaughter Emperor... Could it be!

Ning Fan’s heart tightened! The more the opposition tried everything to obstruct him, the more he felt this was indeed possible!

"I don’t know why you and your deputy hall master repeatedly hinder Ning Fan from saving people. If peaceful passage to the Slaughter Hall is impossible, Ning Fan doesn’t mind advancing on a path paved with blood!"

Ning Fan raised his hand, and Wind-Fire Fan appeared in his hand, and with a tidal wave of mana, he injected the fan, immediately fanning it dozens of times against the thousands of flame dragons.

In a few moments, the thousands of flame dragons Xing Yan Immortal King took pride in, along with the boundless fire sea enveloping the galaxy, were all fanned into ashes by Ning Fan!

Using fire against fire, the result was Wind-Fire Fan’s complete victory!

"To think it’s an Innate Treasure! How is this possible!"

Xing Yan was shocked, transforming into Eternal True Body and turning to flee, not fearing Ning Fan, but fearing the Innate Treasure, wanting to return, gather more accomplices, and launch a joint attack on Ning Fan for greater odds.

But would Ning Fan let him go? The answer is obviously no!

With a pointed finger, Ning Fan froze the giant bird form of Xing Yan Immortal King in the starry sky!

Then, with hundreds of waves of the Wind-Fire Fan, he fanned Xing Yan Immortal King’s Eternal True Body into ashes, only leaving his spirit to escape from the ashes, and that was only because Ning Fan deliberately spared him!

Xing Yan was finally afraid, his entire spirit shaking! If he had known Ning Fan was this mighty, he would never have dared act so recklessly against Ning Fan; he would have waited until after setting up to kill Ning Fan!

Previously, he didn’t believe Ning Fan had the rumored power to instantly kill an Eternal Immortal Venerable, but reality proved Ning Fan’s strength surpassed rumors, the world’s evaluation of him even underestimated!

Is this the power that an Eternal Immortal Venerable can possess in the Era of Decline!

To incinerate the Eternal True Body of a Triple Calamity Immortal King to ashes in one move, even an Ancient Immortal Lord is no more than this!

An Ancient Immortal Lord appearing in the Era of Decline is completely breaking the rules!

After Senluo, the Eastern Heaven has birthed another unparalleled evil sect, if this child continues to grow, they will definitely be one of the leaders of the Cultivation Realm of Decline!

"Billion Flame Essence Great Escape!"

Xing Yan is shocked to the core, his spirit explodes into a billion flames, fleeing towards the starry sky in all directions.

Ning Fan does not even glance at those fleeing flames, his left eye flickering with demon light, even ordinary Illusory Art has become clear at this moment.

With a swift collection of the Wind-Fire Fan, his iron fist fiercely smashes into the void beside him, instantly shattering the void, and from the crack, he grabs out a spirit drenched in blood, none other than Xing Yan Immortal King!

With the Prison Thunder Rope binding him, Xing Yan’s spirit is tightly secured, not even given the chance to self-explode!

"No, it’s impossible! You saw through my Illusory Art, and you also have a second Innate Treasure! Let me go! You can’t kill me! Do you know who I am! If you kill me, the Huo Clan definitely won’t spare you! I’m the son of a Huo Clan Elder, you can’t kill me, you can’t!"

Xing Yan lost his composure, screamed, at this moment his life and death are not in his own control, truly speaking without choosing his words, even revealing the biggest secret.

"Huo Clan?"

Ning Fan froze, then cold light flickered in his eyes.

According to what he knows, the Huo Clan is a secret clan in the Southern Heaven Immortal World, seemingly still the arch-enemy of the Slaughter Hall, the reason this era’s Slaughter Emperor clings to life desperately is to guard against the invasion of the Huo Clan!

This Xing Yan... is actually a plant of the Huo Clan in the Slaughter Hall?!

Could it be that nonsense of the Slaughter Vice Hall rejecting his efforts to save the Slaughter Emperor is also because of... the Huo Clan!

Seeing Ning Fan’s expression change upon hearing he’s from the Huo Clan, Xing Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that the other party is probably already intimidated by the famed name of the Huo Clan.

It makes sense, even a Dark Clan has already made Ning Fan’s head ache, if there is also a Huo Clan, with this brat’s arrogance, he is bound to be wary.

"Not to hide, little friend, the Seventh Generation Slaughter Emperor has already been secretly eliminated by my Huo Clan! The Vice Hall prevented you from saving people, fearing not that you would revive the Slaughter Emperor, as this matter has already lost its possibility! What he’s afraid of, is you prematurely opening the Big Dipper Blood Realm, allowing the news of the Slaughter Emperor’s death to be known by the disciples of Slaughter Hall, affecting my Huo Clan’s slow plot for the [Sacred Slayer Sword of the Desolate Heavens] grand plan! How about this, as long as you let me go, I can speak well of you before the Huo Clan, if one day, the Huo Clan attacks Slaughter Hall, exterminating all masters of this hall, I can ensure you don’t die!"

"The Slaughter Emperor, indeed has... died huh..." Ning Fan felt a bitter taste inside.

He risked his life to enter the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain, allowing the Black Evil Sect to mature, for nothing more than to extend the life of Ancient Chaos and the Slaughter Emperor, to repay for the favor.

But in the end, although he brought back the matured Nine-tailed Blood, the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor still remains in slumber for unknown reasons, and as for the Slaughter Emperor... has fallen, without waiting for his salvation.

Listening to Xing Yan Immortal King’s words, the Slaughter Emperor didn’t die due to exhaustion of vitality, but... died due to the Huo Clan’s secret plot!

Xing Yan and other Huo Clan agents lurking in the Slaughter Hall for so many years, deeply trusted by the Slaughter Emperor, if these people assassinated the Slaughter Emperor, the already dying Slaughter Emperor indeed has a high chance to be harmed, hard to guard against day and night, hard to guard against traitors...

"...If little friend is willing to assist my Huo Clan, join and annihilate Slaughter Hall, after success, I would plead the Clan Leader to reward you! Slaughter Hall is nothing more than a gathering of Northern Dipper remnants, ants can’t accomplish great things! Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor is just a lingering undead past its time, bones within a grave only! Only my Huo Clan can be the impregnable support for little friend! I can give little friend another promise, if little friend joins my Huo Clan, the Eastern Dark Clan definitely won’t harbor hatred towards little friend! My clan leader Huo Dou’s fame within secret clans is tremendously loud! Also, my clan leader is very interested in the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor, if little friend can obtain a strand of the Ancient Chaos’ dead soul, and offer it to my clan leader for research..."

Xing Yan still wanted to speak more, but was interrupted by Ning Fan’s series of cold laughs.

"Hah, you want me, Ning Fan, to be ungrateful, to betray my mentors and ancestors."

"If there’s enough profit, what is so bad about being ungrateful, what is so bad about betraying mentors and ancestors!" Xing Yan said indifferently.

"Profit? Hah... do you know what I’m thinking right now!"

"Heh heh, how could I possibly know little friend’s thoughts."

"I’m thinking, if the Slaughter Emperor was truly killed by your clan, then even if I flatten the Huo Clan, it’s difficult to avenge the Slaughter Emperor, died at the hands of companions, before the Slaughter Emperor fell, how tragic, how heartbroken he must have been!"

"You... you are spouting nonsense! That is the Huo Clan, the Huo Clan... ah! What are you doing, stop it, quickly stop!"

The response to Xing Yan was Ning Fan’s cold and ruthless soul search, forcefully turning Xing Yan into an idiot.

Afterwards, Ning Fan crushed Xing Yan’s spirit, not even bothering to refine the Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits!

It’s as if not utterly annihilating this person, it’s not enough to vent the hatred within his heart!

From Xing Yan’s memories, Ning Fan saw scenes of the Huo Clan agents secretly plotting to murder the Slaughter Emperor... saw the Slaughter Emperor’s disbelief and anger before his death...

This funeral music reverberating through the starry sky is truly the requiem left behind by the fallen Slaughter Emperor. But due to a series of layouts by the Huo Clan, until now, the Slaughter Emperor’s soul plates have not shattered, and no one knows, the Slaughter Emperor guarding the Big Dipper Blood Realm alone, has already passed...

The Slaughter Emperor died, not on the path of guarding the Big Dipper Blood Realm, but died from being poisoned by companions behind his back...

Died unworthily, unworthily!

"The Slaughter Emperor is dead, what’s the use if I obtain the Black Evil Sect’s soul blood!"

Ning Fan slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, filled with cold and ruthlessness.

He is the Eighth Young Emperor acknowledged by the Seventh Generation Slaughter Emperor!

He has the duty to avenge the Seventh Generation Slaughter Emperor!

"Hiss! Elder Xing Yan was actually killed by the Rain Immortal Monarch! That was a Triple Calamity Immortal King!"

"Innate Ghost Mask! Why does Rain Monarch have our Hall’s Young Emperor’s Ghost Mask!"

"What on earth happened in this place! Should we attack the Rain Monarch?"

"Quickly send a message to the main hall!"

More and more disciples from Slaughter Hall, attracted by the skyrocketing Evil Qi from the fall of Xing Yan Immortal King, exclaimed in shock.

Ning Fan did not want to get entangled with these ordinary disciples, he now only wants to do one thing, and that is to uncover the mastermind of this event, and perform a blood sacrifice in front of the Slaughter Emperor’s Tomb!

Ignoring the obstruction of ordinary disciples, Ning Fan rode on the Wuxian Cloud, speeding towards where the Slaughter Star is located.

Unfortunately, before traveling far, two Eternal Immortal Venerables tore the starry sky, emerged from within, and without a word, they attacked Ning Fan with deadly intent!

They had already known of Xing Yan’s death, and also knew Ning Fan’s Young Emperor identity!

The conspiracy is about to succeed, how could it be destroyed by a mere Young Emperor!

"Just two Immortal Venerables, daring to block my way, courting death!"

Ning Fan’s eyes showed ruthlessness, the Wind-Fire Fan waved, instantly turning the physical defenses of the two Eternal Immortal Venerables into ashes!

In the starry sky, flames filled the sky, but Ning Fan accurately located the two Spirits amidst the chaos, pointing to immobilize them, and then deftly knocked out their Spirits, capturing them alive!

Yes, this time, Ning Fan decided to capture them alive!

Previously, in his anger, Ning Fan killed Punishing Flames directly. Now slightly more calm, he decided to capture these traitors all at once and kill them in front of the Slaughter Emperor’s Tomb!

These two were also among Punishing Flames Immortal King’s accomplices in the plot against the Slaughter Emperor, according to his memory, they must not be spared!

In a flash, they arrived at the Slaughter Star.

As Ning Fan approached, a sigh finally came from within the Slaughter Star.

"Ning Fan, though you are the Young Emperor of my palace, wounding three Eternals is indeed excessive, cease your actions."

A white-haired youth, with an expression of heartbreak, rose into the air from the Slaughter Star, blocking Ning Fan’s path in the starry sky.

He was the Minghai Celestial King, the Grand Elder of the Slaughter Hall.

Though he knew Ning Fan had always acted arrogantly, he did not expect Ning Fan to disregard the favor of this era’s Slaughter Emperor, and commence a massacre within the Slaughter Hall...

Had he misjudged this person?

This child, brought him disappointment.

Ning Fan laughed, that smile carried an indescribable sadness.

The Slaughter Emperor is dead, but his disciples are unaware of his demise, and even some are protecting those accomplices, blocking him, questioning him.

"The Seventh Generation Slaughter Emperor is dead, today as the Young Emperor, I intend to clean house on behalf of the Seventh Generation. I hope the Great Elder will not obstruct me!"

"Ning Fan, what nonsense are you spouting! What’s this about the Seventh Generation Slaughter Emperor being dead, such treasonous words must not be uttered freely!" Minghai was astonished.

At the same time, a reckless laugh emanated from within the Slaughter Star.

Then the starry sky shook, an elder in a bloody robe with a Giant Sword on his back slowly appeared in the starry sky, accompanied by a dozen or so diehard followers, and the Eternal Puppets of this era’s Slaughter Emperor!

"Minghai, you’re a fool! Even this brat knows the Seventh Generation is dead, and yet you are still in the dark about it! Hahaha! Is there anyone more foolish than you in this world!"

Accompanied by laughter, the elder patted his storage pouch and took out a blood-stained human head, it was... the head of the Slaughter Emperor, eyes still filled with unresolved anger and hatred!

"Before resolving the Sacred Slayer Sword of the Desolate Heavens, I wanted you all to live a few more years, but unfortunately, due to this brat’s intervention, the plan must be advanced today."

"In that case, I declare as the Deputy Hall Master of Slaughter and the Nineteenth Young Emperor of the Huo (Calamity) Clan! From today, the Slaughter Hall is erased from the Eastern Heaven, those who follow me will be spared, those against me, kill without mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the diehards and puppets behind him dispersed in all directions, killing whoever they encountered, and many disciples of Slaughter Hall, unprepared, were slain in an instant...

Minghai was filled with rage!

If he didn’t know what was happening now, then all the cultivation in his lifetime would have truly gone to waste!

"Blood Vast Sky! The Hall Master treated you like a child, how can you bear to betray him! I will kill you, kill you!!!"

"You? In the Eastern Heaven Immortal World, without the Immortal Emperor, who can stop me!"

Blood Vast Sky scoffed dismissively, putting away the Slaughter Emperor’s head, charging towards Minghai, not even using his Giant Sword, only a few Divine Skills, to injure Minghai easily, distinguishing the strong from the weak.

As the strongest in the Slaughter Hall at this moment, Minghai was no match for Blood Vast Sky. Below the Immortal Emperor, hardly anyone could oppose Blood Vast Sky! The Slaughter Hall was in danger!

Blood Vast Sky laughed heartily, intending to pursue and attack Minghai further. Suddenly, a figure in white robes appeared in his path, dispelling all the Divine Skills aimed at Minghai with a single broad hand.

With physical defense, he confronted a Quasi-Emperor attack, without a scratch!

"Your opponent, is me!"

Boom!

Without hesitation, Ning Fan’s first punch was the unapologetic Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike, filled with anger and murderous intent, breaking through Blood Vast Sky’s entire defense, sending him flying for countless distances, breaking numerous Abandoned Stars along the way.

Originally arrogant and scornful, Blood Vast Sky steadied himself with difficulty, finally spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood, even with fragments of internal organs, illustrating the severe damage Ning Fan’s punch inflicted upon him, leaving him lightly injured!

Blood Vast Sky’s eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before him.

A dignified Quasi-Emperor was wounded with a single punch by a mere young Immortal Venerable...

"A mere Eternal Immortal Venerable, relying solely on physical defense, to wound me with one punch! How... is this possible!"

The previously flawless plan finally felt a tinge of unease with Ning Fan’s appearance... No wonder every request he made to his clan was met with a claim that the Slaughter Hall’s destiny was yet to end, not suitable for intervention at this time...

Indeed! Everyone guessed wrong! The destiny of the Slaughter Hall does not reside with the Seventh Generation!

But with this little brat! As long as this little brat remains alive, the destiny of the Slaughter Hall can still continue!

"Junior, don’t be arrogant, thinking that seizing the advantage with one punch means you can be proud! This old man has fought a real Sixth Calamity Immortal Emperor for three days and nights, how could you be my opponent!"

"I’ve killed a Sixth Calamity Immortal Emperor!"

"Utter nonsense! Boasting with words is not true skill! Very well, then this old man will slay you with the Ancient Que Sword, lest you think that a dignified Quasi-Emperor is only capable of this much!"

Blood Vast Sky snorted coldly, unstrapping the Giant Sword from his back.

With the seal undone, the overwhelming pressure of the sword spread across the starry sky!

This sword was actually a true Innate Treasure, all disciples of Slaughter Hall who felt this pressure were shocked! Because everyone knew, the existence of an Innate Treasure was a decisive factor in determining victory below the Immortal Emperor!

No matter how powerful the Rain Monarch’s punch was, could it be more formidable than an Innate Treasure...