Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 389
Chapter 389: Chapter 93: Devil Sect in Chaos, Zhao Huai Rescues Daughter_2
Translator: 549690339
“Why did they betray Respected Devil Lord?”
Gu Fan’s name, although not as impressive as Situ Huan’s, is also well-known. In front of him, many devil geniuses would lose their shine.
It is said that he is the best candidate to compete for the title of First Demonbred.
Many male Devil Palace geniuses have exceptional talent, and they can’t make a choice without a large amount of fighting and actual combat comparison.
“Stop them!”
Situ Huan also ordered the ancestors he brought with him.
For a moment, they were like two armies facing off.
An internal conflict of the Devil Sect had unfolded.
Gu Fan focused his attention on Situ Huan.
The two Demonbred began their confrontation.
Heavenly Devil Palace disciples and devil cultivators brought by Gu Fan quickly cleared a large space around them.
“Whoosh!”
With a swipe of Situ Huan’s hand, a black long spear appeared.
As he held the spear, an incredibly powerful black swirling qi erupted, covering the entire warship.
In an instant, a dragon roar came from inside the dragon-head-shaped long spear.
A flood dragon phantom tens of meters long appeared, wrapping around the spear.
Everyone on the deck changed their expressions and immediately released vigorous qi to resist this surging evil qi.
Any cultivator who was a step slow in their reaction had their minds eroded by a layer of evil qi, their eyes dull, and they could not move at all.
Gu Fan’s body was covered with scorching evil qi True Vigor, and he thought solemnly: “Worthy of Situ Huan, such a powerful aura. It is said that Situ Huan’s cultivation has already entered the Middle Rebirth Realm, progressing extremely fast, and it seems that it is indeed true.”
“His constitution is extremely special, possessing a natural demonic body. Even when facing the Metamorphosis Realm, he could probably challenge opponents across realms.”
“How can anyone who becomes the First Demonbred be ordinary?”
Naturally, Gu Fan couldn’t show the slightest contempt, holding his palm against his broadsword, waiting for an opportunity.
“Whoosh!”
Situ Huan flicked his arm, and the spearhead quickly rotated, forming a large vortex, stabbing toward Gu Fan’s chest.
Gu Fan pulled out his demon broadsword and slashed, a dazzling black blade light that was difficult to face directly collided with Situ Huan’s spear.
“Ding!”
Under the crisp and urgent sound, two figures soared into the air, quickly confronting each other for dozens of moves, turning into a series of afterimages.
The fierce qi spread out, making a soft sound, and the nearby ship walls made of secret steel cracked under the force of the wind.
“Indeed, Situ Huan is Situ Huan. His strength is truly formidable.”
After a hundred moves, Gu Fan found that he couldn’t defeat his opponent and couldn’t help but feel annoyed.
“It seems my preparations were necessary.”
“What are you waiting for, make a move!”
A message was sent, and a youth in purple robes appeared between the two, stepping through space.
“Hmm?”
The moment Situ Huan saw the youth in purple robes appear, his pupils shrank, and he quickly recognized the person.
“It’s you, the Old Fiend of Netherworld. Even you have joined Gu Fan?”
“Aren’t you afraid that Respected Devil Lord will deal with you?”
No matter how Situ Huan warned, the Old Fiend of Netherworld remained indifferent from beginning to end, standing in place, unmoved.
“Of course I’m afraid, but I’d rather have a foothold in the Devil Sect.”
A scornful smile appeared on the handsome face of the Old Fiend of Netherworld.
“Hmph! Opportunistic scum!”
Situ Huan snorted coldly and stabbed his spear quickly.
Just as the long spear was about to pierce through the Old Fiend of Netherworld’s chest, a shadow appeared at his side.
The person reached out and grabbed Situ Huan’s spear firmly.
How fast is Situ Huan’s speed?
How powerful is the burst of strength?
Yet someone caught it with just one hand?
“How is this possible?”
There were gasps of cold air in the Main Hall, and many people couldn’t believe their eyes.
The person who grabbed the spearhead was a tall, elegant, handsome man, very fair-skinned, wearing a charming purple robe, with several cracks on his skin.
Ever since the Old Fiend of Netherworld found a substitute body, he had got rid of his previous old appearance, but his charm remained.
The enormous primordial spirit shadow behind him was a full hundred meters high, comparable to a giant fierce beast, with an awe-inspiring aura.
“I heard that the Heavenly Devil Palace has always tried to break the Devil Lord’s Seal and has repeatedly infiltrated the Immortal Sect just to obtain the Ancestral Weapon. Now that you guys are back, you probably have gained something. If you hand over the Ancestral Weapon, maybe I can spare you.” The Old Fiend of Netherworld sneered mockingly.
Not far away, Gu Fan’s eyes narrowed as he asked through a message: “What do you mean? Situ Huan must die.”
“Don’t rush, first get the information about the Ancestral Weapon, and then kill him.”
From beginning to end, the Old Fiend of Netherworld was only looking out for himself.
He must find a way to become an immortal; otherwise, this flesh body would soon wither away.
“Want the Ancestral Weapon? Dream on!”
“Bang!”
Situ Huan immediately activated his True Vigor, concentrated his palm strength, and hit the tail of the spear, thrusting it forward again.
“Heavenly Devil Eighth Transformation!”
An imposing devil shadow was about to rise.
At this moment, the Old Fiend of Netherworld’s eyes sank, and a strong evil qi surged from within his body. He released the spear, quickly dashed forward, and struck Situ Huan’s chest with a palm.
The long spear hadn’t pierced the Old Fiend of Netherworld’s brow, but his withered palm had already landed on Situ Huan’s body.
“Boom!”
The devil shadow instantly shattered, Situ Huan’s body flew backward and crashed into the warship’s Main Hall pillar before landing on the ground with a “bang.”
This blow had likely shattered most of his ribs and organs.
The Old Fiend of Netherworld slowly walked to Situ Huan, bent down, looked at his palm, and smiled faintly: “Just a mere Demonbred, nothing more. In the face of the Metamorphosis Realm, not even worth mentioning.”
