Blood stained the skies!
Corpses lay scattered across the land!
Unlike before—when the remains belonged to the Human Race—now, the corpses that filled the battlefield were all from the Demon Race.
The thick stench of blood permeated the world. A faint crimson mist began to swirl through the air. Chu Junge stood like a war god, unstoppable and dominant, unmatched by any Demon Race creature.
Wherever he passed, not a single demon could withstand him.
One after another, Divine Body phenomena manifested. Waves of divine power surged, shaking the heavens and earth with thunderous roars.
Under Chu Junge’s frenzied slaughter, the number of Demon Race creatures plummeted. The ones that had been determined to take him down with them suddenly woke up in horror.
The memory of Chu Junge suppressing the Demon Cave for decades returned, chilling the hearts of the demons like a bucket of ice water.
Even the most arrogant and bloodthirsty among them showed visible fear in their eyes. All they wanted now—was to escape.
But clearly, it was already too late to run.
Chu Junge was on the offensive, and more and more Human Race cultivators joined the battle.
The demons from the Star River Sect’s Demon Cave were like prey caught in a tightening net, unable to escape.
When Chu Junge killed the last of the Demon Race, a thunderous cheer erupted across the land.
“Senior Chu is mighty!”
“Senior Chu is invincible!”
“With a genius like Senior Chu, how could the Human Race not flourish!”
“Thank you for saving our lives, Senior Chu!”
“Thank you for saving us, Senior Chu!”
Whether they were mortals, low-level cultivators, or even those at the Core Formation, Mortal Shedding, and Divine Treasure Realms, all bowed respectfully with solemn faces.
Chu Junge’s performance had earned everyone’s genuine respect.
No one doubted that with his strength, Chu Junge would become a legend across the entire Eastern Wasteland from this day forth.
The title of Human Race prodigy was his without question.
“…%￥#@*&.”
Somewhere in the crowd, Li Fan had no idea how many times he had cursed in his heart. His face was red with fury that refused to fade.
Had his mentality collapsed?
It had long since collapsed.
Chu Junge had framed him, yet here he was, forced to help bolster Chu Junge’s fame and status. Worse, he even had to say “thank you, Senior Chu” along with everyone else.
He truly deserved to die!!!
Suddenly, Li Fan felt like a clown. A living, breathing clown.
Even though he was holding back to the point of suffocating, there was nothing he could do. He didn’t even dare to speak up.
“Chu Junge! Chu Junge! Chu Junge!!!”
“Just wait! Just you wait! The debt between us is far from over—it’s only just begun!”
“One day, I will drag you down from that pedestal, and all this glory you bask in will belong to me!”
Li Fan clenched his fists tightly, eyes burning with hatred, roaring silently within himself.
He had always moved forward smoothly in the past, but ever since he encountered Chu Junge, it was failure after failure. Liu Yan’er and the sect’s betrayal still weighed heavily on his heart.
He didn’t even notice how drastically his mindset had changed.
Chu Junge stood midair, clad in battle armor, sunlight shining down upon him like a divine radiance.
As the praise and admiration surged around him, a faint smile appeared on Chu Junge’s face. He glanced sideways at Li Fan, a trace of amusement in his expression.
You’re the protagonist? You think you’re so impressive?
If I can’t destroy you… then I’ve lost.
Listening to the system’s notifications constantly ringing in his mind, Chu Junge chuckled softly.
The gifts he had prepared for Li Fan weren’t over yet. If he didn’t torment Li Fan thoroughly, how could he ever feel satisfied?
This was just the beginning—the real show was still to come!
“Everyone, there’s no need for formalities. I am also of the Human Race. It is my duty to fight for our people.”
“When evil heretics dare to offend the dignity of the Human Race and hurt our people, I cannot sit idly by. How could I give them that chance?”
“I believe that if any of you were in my place, you would not have backed down either. Every inch of our land is soaked with blood—our Human Race will never bow to these Demon Race outsiders.”
“Though people like Li Fan—treacherous and heartless—do exist, the majority are still full of passion and righteousness.”
“Li Fan was once a disciple of the Star River Sect. If not for my failure to watch him properly, how would such a thing have happened? This is a debt I must repay.”
“So please, don’t thank me. I, Chu Junge, truly feel unworthy of it.”
“I, Chu Junge, hereby swear—if I don’t kill Li Fan, I am no longer worthy of being called human!”
Chu Junge’s smile faded. His expression turned solemn, and he spoke with a voice as firm as steel.
Hearing these words, the cultivators around him responded immediately—some in alarm, some with gratitude, and others offering reassurance.
They all started cursing Li Fan, calling him a cunning traitor. They swore to execute him for his betrayal, insisting it was unjust to blame Senior Chu for any of it.
“…”
Li Fan.
Li Fan again.
Damn it!
You’re the one who released the Demon Race!
You’re the one who destroyed the sect!
And I’m the one taking the blame?
You’re the hero, and I’m the villain?
Fine. Fine! You bastard, Chu Junge—you’re truly a beast!!!
Li Fan was so furious that he spat out blood again. His injuries, already not healed, began to worsen.
It was maddening—utterly disgusting.
Li Fan swore to kill Chu Junge with his own hands.
Though he was burning with rage, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t vent. Even as his whole body trembled with fury, he could only hold it in. This only made him even angrier—on the verge of losing his mind.
Why? Why? Why!?
All this glory should’ve been his. All this praise should’ve been his. Chu Junge was the real monster here!
“Chu Junge! Just you wait!!!”
With hatred burning in his eyes, Li Fan quietly slipped away while the crowd was still swarming around Chu Junge.
Just wait. He would find an opportunity to rise again. When that time came, he would repay every insult—tenfold.
…
Star River Sect Ruins.
After handling the aftermath, Chu Junge returned. Because he still lacked enough Demon Race blood essence, he dove into the Demon Cave again and slaughtered another wave of demons who had yet to leave.
With the essence fully collected, Chu Junge departed—leaving behind a crowd of terrified, shivering demons.
“First, I’ll finish cultivating the [Extreme Dao Demon Blood Foundation Building Technique]. By then, Li Fan should be about ready.”
Chu Junge found a palace to use as a temporary cultivation chamber. Elder Chen guarded him from outside. Chu Junge sat cross-legged and silently recalled the original plot.
His eyes flashed as he waved his hand, releasing all the demon blood essence.
Countless orbs of blood floated in midair, instantly filling the entire palace with a dense, suffocating blood stench.
Taking a deep breath, Chu Junge closed his eyes and began cultivating the [Extreme Dao Demon Blood Foundation Building Technique].
Seclusion. Cultivation.
Once he completed it—the next step would begin.
“Li Fan…”
Chu Junge’s lips curled into a meaningful smile.