Chapter 1 The Spirit Purple Stone Tablet

The Spirit Purple Stone Tablet... shattered!

Everyone present widened their eyes in disbelief.

The Spirit Purple Stone Tablet was a treasure of the human race. Even a demigod-level powerhouse couldn't damage it in the slightest with a full-force attack.

But now, the Spirit Purple Stone Tablet had been shattered by a flick of the finger from this seemingly young man?

Could it be that this young man had already condensed his divine sense and entered the pseudo-god realm? Just who was this man?

Luo Tianqing, who had been chasing after him, narrowed his eyes.

"It really is him... He's even stronger than before!"

Luo Tianqing's expression was complicated. In truth, his master, the Kongxu Sword Saint, had died because of the man before him.

But for some reason, Luo Tianqing couldn't bring himself to hate him.

This sudden turn of events also attracted the attention of those human experts.

A pseudo-god-level powerhouse leaped high into the air and landed in front of the mysterious man with a grim expression.

"Boy, are you deliberately causing trouble? How dare you shatter the Spirit Purple Stone Tablet?"

Many in the crowd instantly recognized the powerhouse and couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's him! Demon Lord Flying Peng! Rumor has it that Demon Lord Flying Peng's strength has long reached the fifth level of the pseudo-god realm. The Demon Peng Blade in his hand is terrifyingly powerful, capable of shattering stars with a single strike!"

"I remember this killing god was always on the front lines hunting orcish tribes, how did he end up on Haokong Star!"

"He probably wants to take on a disciple. This Demon Lord Flying Peng is a merciless killer, that man is doomed now that he's offended him!"

The crowd discussed amongst themselves, their eyes filled with pity as they looked at the man.

Unexpectedly, the man faced Demon Lord Flying Peng without a trace of fear, and instead said with a smile.

"Brother, what are you talking about? I'm here to become a disciple, aren't we supposed to use our strength to smash this stone tablet? It's not my fault your stone tablet is of poor quality, is it?"

"Who's your brother? How dare you call yourself my brother? Fine! You're deliberately causing trouble, aren't you?"

Demon Lord Flying Peng instantly drew his Demon Peng Blade. On the blade, a black Peng bird phantom flickered, seemingly possessing its own sentience.

"Demon Peng Ghost Slash!"

Demon Lord Flying Peng unleashed a slash, the terrifying aura causing everyone's expression to change drastically.

The young talents who came here all came from small places and had no background to speak of.

Many people's eyes lit up instantly, they widened their eyes, not even willing to blink.

A pseudo-god-level powerhouse making a move was a chance that was completely unattainable under normal circumstances.

After all, a pseudo-god-level powerhouse was a terrifying existence that had condensed their divine sense, enough to suppress a region.

They all widened their eyes, trying to learn something from this battle.

As the terrifying slash drew closer and closer, about to land on the mysterious man's head, the man seemed to be frightened, standing blankly in place.

"Oh, come on! This man isn't scared witless, is he? No way! At least exchange a few blows, I still want to see Demon Lord Flying Peng make a move a few more times!"

The crowd shook their heads in disappointment. They had hoped to see the man exchange a few blows with Demon Lord Flying Peng, but now it seemed that the man couldn't even withstand a single slash.

A cruel smile appeared on Demon Lord Flying Peng's face, as he prepared to cleave the man in two.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the man calmly raised two fingers and clamped Demon Lord Flying Peng's Demon Peng Blade between them.

"How is this possible?!" Demon Lord Flying Peng's expression changed drastically.

He hurriedly twisted his body, trying to break free, but the man's two fingers were like the strongest shackles in the world. Not only did he fail to break free, but he also caused his Demon Peng Blade to slip out of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Demon Lord Flying Peng felt a chill in his abdomen. A blade had pierced through his abdomen, and it was his Demon Peng Blade!

What terrified Demon Lord Flying Peng even more was that this slash seemed to have pierced through his divine sense as well. He felt that his divine sense could no longer leave his body!

This sudden turn of events caused many people to widen their eyes, some timid ones even cried out in alarm.

"Sarilang! Sarilang!"

Demon Lord Flying Peng covered his wound and retreated in horror, his face pale. The scene descended into chaos.

"Enough!"

A steady, vigorous voice rang out, it was Old Freak Changye who spoke.

"Qiao Yu, have you caused enough trouble?"

Everyone stopped in their tracks and stared blankly at the man.

"So he's Qiao Yu? Didn't they say he killed Kongxu Sword Saint and stole the Spatial Shuttle before fleeing? How dare he come back!"

"That's right! He's done so many dirty things, if I were him, I would have killed myself already! How could he have the face to come back!"

"He injured Demon Lord Flying Peng as soon as he came back, which is equivalent to weakening the battle power of our human race! He really is a traitor to the human race!"

The people on Haokong Star pointed and commented on Qiao Yu, their faces full of disdain.

However, Qiao Yu didn't care at all. He raised his eyes and looked at Old Freak Changye.

"How can this be considered causing trouble? This is what I call causing trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, Demon Lord Flying Peng's body exploded into a cloud of blood-colored fireworks, his body and spirit completely destroyed, not even his divine sense could escape.

Old Freak Changye's face instantly turned gloomy. "Qiao Yu, what exactly do you want?"

A hint of cold sweat had already appeared on Old Freak Changye's forehead.

Demon Lord Flying Peng's strength was only at the fifth level of the pseudo-god realm, which was completely insignificant in front of Old Freak Changye.

But he believed that he definitely couldn't kill Demon Lord Flying Peng so easily and effortlessly.

More importantly, he couldn't see how Qiao Yu had done it at all.

Could it be that he had completely digested Zeus's inheritance?

"I don't want anything, I just heard that you've been looking for me all this time, is it over yet? Huh? You even destroyed the Red Leaf Country and paraded my people around? It seems you really want to fight me."

Qiao Yu looked at Old Freak Changye and spread his hands indifferently.

"You want the Spatial Shuttle? You want my life? I'll give you the chance! I'll stand here and let you hit me, come on, kill me."

Old Freak Changye's expression became uncertain. He could see that Qiao Yu didn't seem to have any defenses, and was full of flaws.

It was as if as soon as he made a move, he could directly kill Qiao Yu.

But the more this was the case, the more cautious Old Freak Changye became. Even he himself had to admit that there was a trace of fear in his heart towards Qiao Yu.

The people of Haokong Star looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

Wasn't this Qiao Yu supposed to be a traitor to the human race, whom everyone should punish?

Why was Old Freak Changye able to remain so calm despite his provocations?