Xianxia: My Junior Sisters Are Freaks! Chapter 162

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At this moment, Antoine had already revealed his true form. He looked like a stone turtle covered in lava, and there seemed to be something under his shell.

Su Xing kicked away Antoine, and his slightly large body appeared.

A long sword that was similar to Antoine's skin color and a scarlet-red bead immediately appeared in front of him, suspended in the air.

“A sword and a bead?”

Su Xing held it in his hand, and a warm aura diffused through his palm.

Could this be a treasure that the demon king had dropped and left behind ?

Then, he activated his purple demon eyes and looked again, but he still could not see anything. Since he could not make out the details of the two, Su Xing thought for a while and put them into the system storage space.

“It's finally over!”

Su Xing swept his gaze around and let out a turbid breath.

After confirming that there were no abnormalities in the surroundings, he put Antoine's corpse into the system's backpack, lit the ruins with fire, and then turned around to leave.

This place had already been transformed by the demon race into a land of devilish specters. Let the Great Fire purify the sins that had been committed here!

Su Xing sighed and his figure flew into the sky.

In the next moment.

In the depths of the various sects, the ancestors who were in seclusion had all opened their eyes.

At the edge of a cliff in the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect, four skinny figures who were sitting on the ground suddenly opened their eyes as well. Their eyes were filled with doubt.

One of the really old men who seemed to have turned into a withered tree muttered to himself.

“After waiting for a thousand years, the legendary Son of Fate who transcended the shackles has finally appeared!”

“I hope that this time, he will succeed.”

“The Son of Time and Fate!”

A moment later, a beautiful figure landed at the edge of the cliff.

“Four ancestors, why are you in such a hurry to find me? Did something happen to the seal?”

Bai Xueling examined the seal and suddenly revealed a puzzled expression. However, the seal at the bottom of the cliff was just fine!

“Little Ling'er,” an elder said in a hoarse voice.

“Little Ling'er, the seal is temporarily fine due to the suppression of the immortal array. We had asked you to come here for other reasons.”

“Please speak, Elder!”

“The Son of Fate of the Eastern Wastelands has already appeared…”

Hearing this, Bai Xueling's beautiful eyes suddenly shrank.

…

At the same time.

In a thatched cottage at the back of the mountain of the Clear Water Sect. An old woman who was resting under a tree suddenly narrowed her eyes and hurriedly shouted.

“Someone!”

As her voice fell.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A few figures quickly appeared and stood respectfully in front of the old ancestors.

“Pass down the order.”

“Please give the order, ancestor!”

“The Son of Fate has appeared. From today onwards, our Clear Water Sect will do our best to find the Son of Fate and provide him with all the conveniences he needs.”

These people were all cultivators with white hair, but they could not help but lower their posture in front of the old woman in respect.

This person was the ancestor of the Clear Water Sect, and he was also a cultivator of the most senior generation of the Clear Water Sect.

“Ancestor, who is this Son of Fate? Where should we go to find him?”

The old ancestor was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he said.

“The Son of Fate has gathered all the fate of the Eastern Wastelands into one body. He must have an extraordinary appearance. His cultivation has already broken through the shackles, and he can easily be called a promising young man.”

Hearing these words, everyone was momentarily stunned.

Extraordinary appearance? Extraordinary cultivation? Where could they find such a person?

“…”

All the old factions that had been around for a thousand years immediately received a message from their forefathers.

It was as if they had pushed down the greatest barrier and all the major factions began to take action one after another, joining in the search for this Son of Fate.

There were even countless rumors spreading.

Some said that the demon race was going to launch a counterattack and that they were going to make a big move soon. Some said that there was a certain treasure that could reach the heavens that had appeared in the world. Every family sent out people to search for it.

These questions spread far and wide, and their versions were all different.

For a time, it became a topic of conversation for everyone after dinner, all while they resisted the advances of the demon race.

…

A thousand miles away, in the underground demon race's palace, Chen Youliang, the holy son of the demons, opened his eyes, which looked like they had been dipped in blood, and a strange red light flickered in the darkness.

“Oh! The first test subject is dead. Interesting.”

“Recently, the forces of the Eastern Wastelands have started to fight back, so we have to keep a low profile for a while.”

In the dark space, a figure walked out from behind.

“Your Highness, do you want me to go to Green Mountain City to take a look?”

“A demon king was killed by someone. I think there must be something fishy going on.”

Chen Youliang stood up slowly, a strange smile on his face.

“There's no need for that. Dead things are of no value after they die. The sacrificial rites in other places should start as soon as possible. Just wait. Half a month later, we will launch a large-scale counterattack.”

The figure responded and retreated into the darkness.

“Eastern Wastelands? Hehe, it's just a small place.”

Chen Youliang walked into the secret chamber behind the screen with a cold smile. When he saw Mo Shenghong who was looking good, the smile on his face became even wider.

“Old Thief Mo, how have you been!”

Ever since he had absorbed too much of the Human Emperor's bloodline and almost caused Mo Shenghong's death, he had not entered this secret chamber for a long time.

He had asked his subordinates to use so many spirit herbs to help Mo Shenghong recuperate until now. It was time to ask for something in return.

“Hey!”

Upon seeing the person who had come, Mo Shenghong's face instantly turned cold.

“Chen Youliang, you're finally here!”

“Are you planning to make a move on me this time?”

“Senior! Yang'er has fattened up. You should at least come and take a look.”

“You…”

Comparing him to a beast, when Mo Shenghong heard such insulting words, his slightly pale face was immediately filled with anger.

A scholar could be killed but not humiliated. Although he had already been reduced to a prisoner, he was not someone who would allow others to humiliate him.

Seeing Mo Shenghong's face full of determination to die, Chen Youliang smiled sinisterly.

“It's not easy to want to die. You should be grateful that I sent you to reunite with your son in the afterlife. Keke!”

“You probably don't know yet. Your first prince has already been killed by Mo Yuanqing.”

“The brother betrayed the father, and sister killed brother. Don't you think it's very interesting?”

Chen Youliang's words were like a bolt from the blue, exploding in Mo Shenghong's heart.

During the time he had been imprisoned, Mo Shenghong had thought a lot and thought through so many things. Now, he no longer hated Mo Wudao. All he had was guilt.

When he suddenly heard this strange news, he was stunned.

Seeing his expression, Chen Youliang laughed happily again.

“Haha, I suddenly changed my mind.”

“I'll give you a day to digest this news. I'll come back tonight.”

This was the best way to kill someone, slowly.

Mo Shenghong stood there in a daze. He did not even realize when Chen Youliang had left. A sigh came from the empty secret chamber.

…

A big fire spread rapidly.

The flames soared to the sky, illuminating the entire sky!

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated bit by bit until they completely disappeared. The dark clouds over Green Mountain City dispersed, revealing a new moon, the bright moonlight shining down.

A figure gradually walked further and further away.

Tonight was destined to be a restless night.

The plague of the demon race was happening throughout the entire Eastern Wastelands tonight. Under the cover of the gloomy night, it was a scene of chaos and slaughter!

Although not many people knew that Su Xing had killed demon king Antoine, it was like lighting a fuse that was ready to be fired. What was missing was the fire in the hearts of the humans of the Eastern Wastelands who had been suppressed all this time.

All the major forces of the Eastern Wastelands, as well as every kingdom and empire, and even every single cultivator began to resist the demons under the leadership of the general.

There was a saying that when things reached their limit, they would rebel. Under the oppression of the demon race for a long time, the cultivators of the Eastern continent were completely awakened.

The Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect, which originally had found it difficult to support themselves, also received support from all sides.

Chapter end