David’s voice was calm, “The ruins of the Tianming Continent have been disturbed. I’m not here to cause trouble. As long as you don’t make a move, I won’t make a move either.”
The devil cultivators exchanged glances. Some relaxed their vigilance slightly, but most still gripped their magical artifacts tightly, their eyes devoid of the slightest bit of trust.
Just then, a group of devil cultivators emerged from the crowd.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a sinister face, surrounded by lifelike black wind patterns, emitting a sharp and violent aura.
His cultivation level was around the second rank of the Great Luo Golden Immortal. Behind him were more than a dozen demon cultivators whose bodies were also covered in wind patterns. Their eyes radiated a kind of arrogance and mischievousness that was unique to the demon race.
“Who do you think you are? How dare you give orders in the Heavenly Nether Continent?”
The Wind Pattern Demon Cultivator’s voice was hoarse and cold, “This is the Demon Clan’s territory, not a place for outsiders like you. If you know what’s best for you, leave the Tianming Continent before we change our minds.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind pattern demon cultivators behind him stepped forward simultaneously. Black wind blades condensed in their palms, emitting sharp screams, like a group of wild beasts going berserk.
The surrounding demon cultivators took several steps back, obviously very wary of this group of wind pattern demon cultivators, but no one came forward to stop them.
David looked at him, his purple eyes emotionless, and simply asked, “Are you from the Wind Demon bloodline?”
The wind pattern demon cultivator frowned sharply: “So what if that’s the case?”
David didn’t speak. He just raised his right hand slowly, his five fingers stretched out, and a ball of golden light condensed in his palm.
The light was pure yet domineering, like sunlight condensed to the extreme, and it also carried a wild and unbridled ancient power—the Wind Demon Holy Light Fist.
Golden light danced in his palm, emitting the rich aura of the Wind Demon bloodline. The aura was so pure that it was even purer and more ancient than the demonic energy emitted by the previous group of Wind Pattern Demon cultivators.
The expressions of those wind pattern demon cultivators changed instantly.
Their pupils constricted violently, the wind blades in their hands shattered uncontrollably, and their bodies froze in place as if struck by lightning.
They were direct descendants of the Wind Demon bloodline and were very familiar with the aura of the Holy Light Fist.
That was the supreme secret technique of the Fengmo lineage, which could only be practiced by Fengmo himself or his core disciples.
The aura of the Holy Light Fist contained in the golden light in David’s hands was purer than the aura of any Wind Demon successor they had ever seen.
“Why do you know the Holy Light Technique?”
The devil cultivator’s voice was filled with unprecedented shock and disbelief, “This is a secret technique that was only passed down by the Wind Devil Ancestor! You, a human cultivator”
“When Fengmo passed the Holy Light Technique to me, he said something.”
David’s voice remained calm. “He said that if he met any descendants of the Fengmo lineage, he wanted me to return the favor on his behalf.”
The wind pattern demon cultivator’s body shook violently.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t say a word.
The wind pattern devil cultivators behind him also put away their magical artifacts, their faces filled with a mixture of admiration and doubt.
As inheritors of the Wind Demon bloodline, they understood the significance of the Holy Light Fist better than anyone else—it was not just a technique, but also the emblem of the Wind Demon Ancestor.
The wind pattern demon cultivator slowly bent his knees.
He knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and spoke in a hoarse but sincere voice: “Feng Li, the last disciple of the Wind Demon lineage, pays respects to the inheritor of the Holy Light. I have offended you before, please forgive me.”
The wind pattern demon cultivators behind him also knelt down, in perfect unison, like a wheat field buffeted by the wind.
The surrounding devil cultivators watched this scene with expressions of shock and confusion.
They didn’t understand why the usually disorderly Wind Demon Clan would kneel before a human cultivator.
Just then, another group of devil cultivators emerged from the crowd.
They were surrounded by black Daoist patterns and evil energy, which flowed on their skin like living creatures, emitting an ancient and profound aura.
Leading the group was an old woman with a wrinkled face and a hunched back, leaning on a black cane. His cultivation level was equivalent to a second-level Great Luo Golden Immortal.
His gaze fell on David, his voice hoarse but containing a probing tone: “Holy Light Fist? Interesting That old man Feng Mo really left a legacy out there.”
FAQ Novel
Q: Where does the story take place?
A: The story takes place on the Tianming Continent.
Q: Who arrives on the Tianming Continent?
A: David and his companions arrive on the Tianming Continent.
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