326: Chapter 326 The Feast of the Demon Lords!

Three months.

At the peak of Kunyuan Mountain, the wind stopped, and the clouds stagnated.

Shi Jian sat cross-legged at the entrance to the Secret Realm, his purple and white robes spotless. He sat with eyes closed like a stone statue, and with every breath he took, the sound of thunder rumbled!

White Crane stood to one side, fanning himself.

On the perimeter, the Demon Kings of the Sea Ape and Dragon tribes sat on the ground, occasionally letting out sinister laughs.

The three Human Race Nascent Soul experts—True Monarch Qingxuan, True Monarch Ziyang, True Monarch Wenxuan, and others—stood on their respective flying boats. Their expressions were as gloomy as water, and every day felt like a year.

No one dared to leave, and no one dared to move.

Crack.

A crisp sound echoed in the Void Realm.

Immediately after, the peak of Kunyuan Mountain erupted with spiritual light. The spatial rift twisted violently, transforming into a Void Realm portal several dozen zhang wide.

The Secret Realm had opened!

"They're out." True Monarch Qingxuan murmured.

Dozens of streams of light rushed out from the portal first. The Taiqing Sect Disciples were all injured, their expressions filled with exhaustion, but their eyes glimmered with joy.

True Monarch Qingxuan swept his large sleeves, shielding these Disciples behind him. His Divine Sense swept over them, and seeing that several Core Disciples were unharmed, he nodded slightly.

Subsequently, the Disciples of the Shangqing Sect and Yiqi Dao Sect surged out one after another.

True Monarch Ziyang and True Monarch Wenxuan also took action, guiding their own Disciples back to their flying boats.

Every sect had suffered losses; of the hundreds who went in, less than two or three out of ten came out. But those who survived all brought out many Spirit Medicines and precious materials.

The Human Race Nascent Soul experts breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Just at this moment.

A cry of frantic joy rang out from within the Secret Realm portal.

"Quick! Protect the Senior Brother!"

"The aura of the Way of Thunder! We found the aura of the Way of Thunder!"

Over a hundred Sword Cultivator Disciples wearing the attire of the Zhengqi Sect formed a sword formation, protecting a youth covered in blood and filth as they rushed out of the portal.

The youth tightly clutched a jade box in his hands, with lightning flickering on its surface.

The moment the Zhengqi Sect Disciples rushed out, the frantic joy on their faces had not yet faded before it froze.

The sky had turned into a sea of thunder.

A web of lightning sealed the Void Realm for a radius of over ten miles.

They did not see their Old Ancestor, True Monarch Zhengyi, nor did they see True Monarch Jianling. They only saw that handsome youth in purple and white robes slowly open his eyes.

His lightning-filled eyes were cold, filled with indifference.

"Zhengqi Sect."

Shi Jian stood up and straightened his cuffs.

"Where is the Old Ancestor?" The leading youth's face turned pale, and he looked around in terror.

On the three Human Race flying boats, True Monarch Qingxuan, True Monarch Ziyang, and the others all turned their heads away, remaining silent. Not a single person looked at them.

"Something's wrong!"

The youth realized something was amiss. With a roar, he drew his sword and slashed at the tightening lightning web.

Bang!

Shi Jian flicked his finger.

A beam of Purple Pivot Lightning shot out, piercing directly through the youth's Dantian.

The youth screamed and collapsed to the ground.

The remaining Zhengqi Sect Disciples were merely Foundation Establishment Cultivators; how could they withstand the might of a Nascent Soul expert? They didn't even have time to beg for mercy.

In the blink of an eye, the hundred-plus Disciples were swept up by the lightning web.

Their Storage Pouches, Magical Artifacts, personal items, and various other treasures were all plundered by Shi Jian, who searched them clean.

Shi Jian smiled and turned his head to look at the Demon Kings on the perimeter.

"Brother Yuan Shan, Brother Ao Hai, thank you for your clan's assistance. I am hosting a banquet today; please taste the flesh and blood of these Human Race Prodigies."

"Hahahaha! Brother Shi, you are straightforward!"

Yuan Shan laughed loudly and walked over with large strides.

Ao Hai and Ao Lie, the two Dragon kings, licked their lips, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

Shi Jian waved his large sleeves, and thunder transformed into a giant long table on the peak of Kunyuan Mountain, while several wide stone chairs rose from the ground.

The Demon Kings took their seats, looking like great demons wearing human skin!

"You... you beasts!"

The youth's Dantian had been crippled. He lay on the ground, coughing up blood and cursing angrily: "My Zhengqi Sect... will never let you go!"

Shi Jian lowered his head, looking at the youth.

"Beasts?"

Shi Jian raised his hand and grabbed the youth's head.

He squeezed hard.

Puff!

Red and white matter splattered everywhere.

Shi Jian casually tore off the youth's arm and threw it into his mouth.

The sound of bones breaking echoed across the silent peak of Kunyuan Mountain.

Crunch. Crunch.

"The taste is a bit sour; it's lacking." Shi Jian swallowed the flesh and blood, offering a critique.

"Brother Shi, your way of eating is too crude." Yuan Shan grabbed two female Zhengqi Sect Cultivators and, with a burst of strength, tore them directly in half. Their internal organs, mixed with blood, fell into his gaping maw.

Ao Hai transformed into his true Dragon form, opened his giant mouth, and swallowed over a dozen Disciples in one gulp.

As he chewed, screams echoed from between his teeth.

White Crane sat on a chair, not staining himself with blood. He cut off a piece of the most tender leg meat, roasted it with cloud fire, served it on a jade plate, and enjoyed it slowly.

The way he ate was truly elegant!

Chewing slowly, savoring the taste.

The hundred-plus Zhengqi Sect Disciples, suspended in mid-air, watched as their fellow sect members were eaten alive, all of them scared out of their wits.

Cries, pleas for mercy, and curses echoed through the sky.

On the three Human Race flying boats.

Thousands of Disciples turned pale, and many vomited on the spot.

True Monarch Ziyang watched this scene coldly, feeling satisfied instead. If there was anyone to blame, it was the Taiqing Sect for ruining his Shangqing Sect's thousand-year plan.

If not for the Taiqing Sect abandoning righteousness in pursuit of private gain, his Shangqing Sect would have suppressed the seas and lands; how would the Yao Race have had a chance to turn the tables? The Taiqing Sect must bear the primary responsibility for today's tragedy!

True Monarch Qingxuan closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

True Monarch Wenxuan turned around, unable to bear watching any longer.

As dignified Human Race Nascent Soul experts, not a single one was willing to intervene. They would rather watch their own kind be eaten by Yao Beasts in public than draw their swords.

Humiliation.

Utter humiliation!

But this was exactly the effect Shi Jian wanted.

He wanted to crush the spines of these Human Race old monsters, to let them know that the Xuanling Continent had thoroughly changed!

The Yao Race had returned and was once again standing tall on this continent!

Several hours later.

The incessant screams finally subsided.

On the peak of Kunyuan Mountain, only broken bones and glaring bloodstains remained.

The hundred-plus elite Zhengqi Sect members had all become food for the Demon Kings.

Shi Jian stood up and pulled out a piece of white silk to wipe the blood from his hands.

"Everyone, I hope you enjoyed the meal."

Yuan Shan burped and picked his teeth: "Brother Shi, this meal was satisfying!"

Ao Hai transformed back into human form, his mouth full of blood: "Next time there's such a good thing, remember to call your brother. From now on, our three domains will stand together against the enemy."

Shi Jian turned his head, his gaze sweeping over True Monarch Qingxuan, True Monarch Ziyang, and the others in the distance.

"The matter of the Secret Realm is concluded."

"I will not keep you all here."

Shi Jian's voice was calm but carried an undeniable domineering aura.

True Monarch Qingxuan opened his eyes and looked coldly at Shi Jian.

"Let's go!"

The Taiqing Sect flying boat changed direction and transformed into a stream of light as it fled.

True Monarch Ziyang and True Monarch Wenxuan also said nothing, taking their respective sect members and fleeing in a panic. Today's events would surely become a disgrace for the Human Race!

From then on.

The fierce reputation of True Monarch Zishu of the Myriad Demon Domain shook the four kingdoms.

Blocking the Secret Realm, feasting on human flesh in front of a group of True Monarchs—it was a humiliation, an indelible humiliation.

The Zhengqi Sect was even more reviled by all parties of the Human Race and declined further.

And the Yao Race had thoroughly stood up!

Shi Jian watched the flying boats disappear into the horizon. The lightning mark on his forehead also faded, and the Dao might dissipated for the most part.

"Let's go, back to the mountain."

Shi Jian stepped into the Void Realm with large strides, White Crane fanning himself as he followed.

The two lords returned to the Myriad Demon Domain!