My All-Heavens Chat Group-Chapter 470 - 36 - : Villains Should Die (Combined 5000 words in one)_1

Chapter 470: 36 Chapter: Villains Should Die (Combined 5000 words in one)_1

"Ding, Eternal Life Tumor has joined the chat."

Eternal Life Tumor? Could it possibly be Hua Tiandu, the Tumor of the Door of Eternity? Hongmeng’s heart stirred. The Eternal Life’s World is a vast world. Moreover, it’s a realm created by the opening of the treasured Door of Eternity, filled with countless treasures. Of course, the most precious of them is the Door of Eternity itself. The Door of Eternity is at least a Chaos Supreme Treasure. I’m not yet certain of its specific level.

「Eternal Life’s World.」

「Xuanhuang World.」

「Heavenly Demonic Battlefield.」

In the void, several men and women stood with indifference, overlooking the world below. Some were dressed in feathered garments with star crowns, surrounded by halos of light—illusory and dreamlike, brimming with an immortal aura.

Even more terrifying was the powerful force contained within their bodies. The power of each one, if unleashed, could split mountains, divert rivers, and overturn seas.

They were the True Disciples of the Feather Gate Sect, the core force of a genuine Immortal Path Sect. Each True Disciple was capable of calling the wind and summoning the rain.

Among these True Disciples, both male and female, the most eye-catching was an ordinarily dressed man.

This man wore a plain blue shirt, resembling the kind of destitute scholar or student from the secular world, seemingly devoid of any Divine Skills.

Standing in the air, he emitted neither brilliant light nor auspicious qi and was distinctly different from the other disciples.

But it was precisely because of this that his profound, unadorned nature became evident.

He was Hua Tiandu, the number one True Disciple of the Feather Gate Sect, from Tiandou Capital Peak.

Below them were countless outer and inner disciples of the Feather Gate Sect.

Among them was a handsome young man with a disheveled appearance, his eyes filled with unwillingness and resentment.

His name was Fang Han, an outer disciple of the Feather Gate Sect.

Because of the Seven Sha Gourd, Hua Tiandu had oppressed him, accusing him of using a demonic treasure. Hua Tiandu not only confiscated his Seven Sha Gourd but also intended to cripple his martial arts.

Fortunately, Jia Lan, one of the five most accomplished True Disciples, had pleaded on his behalf, allowing him to retain his martial arts and Cultivation Level.

"Get lost! If I ever hear about you using a demonic treasure again and tarnishing the reputation of the Feather Gate Sect, I will not spare you!"

Hua Tiandu swept his sleeve, and a gust of wind assaulted Fang Han. He could not stand firm and was blown to the ground, rolling over twice.

Covered in dust, his dignity was utterly lost.

Fang Han’s good friends, Ye Yu and Virtual Month Kid, hurried over and helped him up.

Suddenly, Fang Han roared, "I have something to say to Senior Brother Hua!"

He stood up, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Hua Tiandu, "Senior Brother Hua, today you take my Magic Treasures and insult my dignity. I accept it wholeheartedly, for you are more powerful than I am. I wonder if you can give me ten years!"

"Ten years? What do you want to do? Don’t tell me you want to use these ten years to train hard and seek revenge against me?" Hua Tiandu said with disdain.

"Exactly. I wonder if Senior Brother Hua dares to give me that time. If you dare not, then you might as well cripple me now, or find another disciple to secretly do it later."

Fang Han gritted his teeth, forcing the words from between his clenched teeth.

The surrounding disciples were stunned by Fang Han’s actions! An outer disciple actually daring to challenge the foremost True Disciple! He was truly courting death.

"Hahaha!" Hua Tiandu had not expected Fang Han to have such courage. "You, a person as insignificant as an ant, actually dare to challenge me. Never mind ten years; even a hundred years would make no difference!"

"All of you listen well: do not trouble him in the future! I will let him train hard. In ten years, let’s see how he can take his revenge and clear his resentment."

"Having someone with your courage in the Feather Gate Sect isn’t bad. I, Hua Tiandu, am not so petty as to raise a fuss and eliminate a tiny ant like you. If I did, what would be the point of cultivating immortality, of understanding the Path? What would be the point of seeking eternal life!"

THUMP!

Fang Han suddenly knelt, pointing to the sky and making an oath, "Heaven above, I, Fang Han, swear that within ten years, I will become a True Disciple and battle Hua Tiandu to the death on the Tianxing Platform! If I do not defeat this person, I, Fang Han, will immediately take my own life, disintegrating to dust for all eternity! Heaven be my witness: if I, Fang Han, break this oath, may Heaven and Earth annihilate me, may gods and men slay me together!"

Hearing Fang Han’s vicious oath, Hua Tiandu’s gaze flickered slightly. He then sneered, "You have the same temperament as Fang Qingxue—courageous indeed, but your nature is treading the Demon Path. In ten years, I’ll see what kind of disciple you can become. However, with your temperament, even stepping into the Divine Secret Realm will be difficult."

As he spoke, his body vanished into a cloud of mist.

「Feather Gate Sect.」

The Feather Gate Sect was nestled amidst continuous mountain ranges. These ranges were filled with towering peaks, straight as arrows. Some mountain peaks blossomed with flowers and had many palaces built upon them.

Countless waterfalls, thousands of feet high, poured down from the mountain peaks like numerous jade dragons.

The sky was a brilliant azure, like crystal-clear blue, forever free of a single cloud. The sun shone brightly, casting pure and gentle sunlight down, untainted by a speck of dust.

Upon those hundreds and thousands of mountain peaks, ancient pine trees twisted their roots, their branches sprawling wildly, exuding the aura of the Primordial Age.

Even deeper within the mountain peaks, amidst the ethereal, misty clouds, one could faintly make out a colossal city in the sky, floating like a mirage.

「Tiandou Capital Peak.」

Inside the great hall, a voice devoid of emotion suddenly rang in the mind of Hua Tiandu, who had just returned from the Heavenly Demonic Battlefield. "Welcome to the 10,000 Realms Chat Group."

Hua Tiandu’s gaze hardened. He asked with caution, "May I know which senior has descended to impart guidance?"

As his voice fell, there was no reply.

He realized there was an illusory interface in his mind.