Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 206: Chapter 204: Forcible Seizure (First Update!)

“You are… from the God-Slaying Pavilion?!”

The Flowing Snow Sect disciple’s complexion changed dramatically as he saw more and more figures approaching, his heart pounding wildly as he quickly retreated.

At the same time, other disciples of the Flowing Snow Sect also noticed the situation and were rushing over quickly.

A powerful figure crossed the sky, appearing to be around fifty years old, holding two eagle claw-like weapons in his hands, and ultimately landed in front of the Flowing Snow Sect disciples.

This person was none other than the First Elder of the Flowing Snow Sect, a strong practitioner in the Early Stage of the Dragon God Realm—Peng Lei.

Since the last time Su Han swept through, Peng Lei had been assigned to sit in this place.

Accompanying him were three practitioners of the Dragon Pill Realm, ten of the Dragon Spirit Realm, and two thousand disciples of the Flowing Snow Sect, which was quite a bit more than initially.

“So people from the God-Slaying Pavilion really came?”

“Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives, we are saved now!”

“Saved? Haven’t you heard what those bastards said? The guy standing in front is the First Elder of the Flowing Snow Sect, a grand stronger from the Dragon God Realm. With him here, I fear however many from the God-Slaying Pavilion come, that many will die.”

“Not necessarily, the God-Slaying Pavilion wouldn’t dare come without being confident in their strength.”

The many mineworkers also stopped their tasks, retreated a certain distance, and looked over at this scene.

In front of the God-Slaying Pavilion, the figure of an elderly man was slightly hunched, his hair streaked with white.

With a wave of his hand, nearly a hundred bottles of elixirs appeared in the void, falling towards the mineworkers.

“Take these elixirs and your injuries will heal,” the elder said indifferently.

This person was none other than the Purple Demon King of the Holy Cold Divine Guard—Shen Li!

Those pills, ten in each bottle, were all low-grade pills, the lowest level of pills.

They might be useless for martial artists, but for these ordinary mineworkers, they were sufficient to treat their injuries.

“Thank you, Senior!”

The mineworkers were first taken aback, and then hurriedly accepted the pills, expressing their gratitude.

As for the disciples of the Flowing Snow Sect, they watched with dark expressions but did not interfere.

“People from the Flowing Snow Sect are really too stingy, aren’t they?”

Shen Li looked at the mineworkers, then turned to the people from the Flowing Snow Sect, revealing a sneer.

“My God-Slaying Pavilion just wanted to purchase this place, and it’s fine if you don’t sell. But to exploit these mineworkers, what kind of ability is that? There are so many disciples of the Flowing Snow Sect, and all have cultivation bases. If you really want to speed up mining, you should let these disciples do the mining. With just those mineworkers, even if you kill them, how much faster could you possibly be?”

These words hit the deepest part of the mineworkers’ hearts, causing their faces to show a mix of sorrow and rage once again.

“Moreover, the spirit stone content in this place isn’t as much as you think. If there were more, no problem, but with at least 200 stones a day, how can you expect people to mine? Are they expected to compensate you if they don’t meet the quota?” Shen Li added.

“There’s no need for your Excellency to worry about this matter.”

Peng Lei stared at Shen Li; he could feel that they were roughly equal in realm, but Shen Li emanated an immense threat.

“It seems you must be the renowned Purple Demon King from the God-Slaying Pavilion, right?” Peng Lei asked.

“Indeed, it is I,” Shen Li replied lightly.

Peng Lei fell silent, but his heart sank.

The battle between the God-Slaying Pavilion and the Sect of True Martial Arts not only greatly bolstered the reputation of the God-Slaying Pavilion, but also made the names of many of its members well-known throughout Yunyang County City, and even in Huang’an County City, they had heard of their deeds.

For example, Xiao Yuran, the captain of the Holy Cold Divine Guard, in a fit of anger and with the strength of the early stage of the Dragon Spirit Realm, directly killed the Royal Guard corps commander of the Sect of True Martial Arts, a peak Dragon Spirit Realm powerhouse.

Then there was Hong Chen, the captain of the Bright Moon Divine Guard, who, upon summoning, brought forth three Fourth Order Demonic Beasts into existence—each equivalent to a Dragon Pill Realm martial artist!

And at that time, Hong Chen’s cultivation base was merely at the Dragon Blood Realm.

As for the captains of the other three Divine Guard regiments, as well as Pavilion Master Su Han and Deputy Pavilion Master Su Yunming, there’s no need to mention them—they were all imprinted in people’s hearts.

Among them, the most important one was Shen Li, the Purple Demon King.

Half a year ago, Shen Li was at the early stage of the Dragon Pill Realm, but with that very cultivation base, he managed to suppress Yuan Xi, one of the twin Dragon God Realm warriors of the Sect of True Martial Arts. Even if he couldn’t defeat him, at least Yuan Xi couldn’t escape from his grasp in the short term.

And now… Shen Li had actually reached the early stage of the Dragon God Realm!

In half a year’s time, he had jumped from the early stage of the Dragon Pill Realm directly to the early stage of the Dragon God Realm, crossing a great realm—what did that signify?

This was not advancing from the Dragon Vein Realm to the Dragon Blood Realm, nor from the Dragon Blood Realm to the Dragon Spirit Realm. It was an advancement from the Dragon Pill Realm to the Dragon God Realm!

A completely different level!

Peng Lei could hardly believe how terrifyingly fast Shen Li’s cultivation speed was.

The key point was that in the Dragon Pill Realm, Shen Li could resist a Dragon God Realm strongman without dying. Now that he had ascended to the Dragon God Realm, how much stronger would he be?

“The great name of the Purple Demon King is something even this elder has heard of. Compared to your cultivation speed, we are like tortoises—admirable, truly admirable.”

Peng Lei bowed with his hands clasped and quickly revealed a smile, appearing extremely polite.

There’s an old saying: “It’s hard to slap a smiling face.” Moreover, Sect Master Guan Quan had also said that if necessary, they could curry favor with those from God-Slaying Pavilion a little.

Peng Lei knew full well that he was no match for Shen Li, so if he could avoid a fight, it was best not to fight.

“There’s no need for admiration. This old man doesn’t need it from you.”

Shen Li waved his hand dismissively and said in a somewhat hoarse voice, “Today, this old man has come here to negotiate again with the Flowing Snow Sect, proposing to buy this spirit stone vein for one million Gold Coins. What do you think of this price?”

“Purple Demon King, you must be joking,” Peng Lei’s mouth twitched violently.

One million Gold Coins?

Are you fucking playing with me?

The lowest-grade Spirit Stone I dig out here casually can sell for more than one million Gold Coins.

“You think this old man is joking with you?”

Shen Li’s gaze suddenly turned icy. “Well then, old man won’t joke with you anymore. This spirit stone vein, God-Slaying Pavilion will take it. If there are any Flowing Snow Sect disciples still here in three minutes, there will be no mercy!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous aura emanated from Shen Li.

Behind him, many God-Slaying Pavilion disciples flickered into view, completely surrounding the Flowing Snow Sect disciples, leaving only one path open, seemingly to allow them to leave.

The disciples of the God-Slaying Pavilion who came today numbered three thousand, outnumbering the people of the Flowing Snow Sect by a thousand just in terms of sheer numbers.

The key was that all disciples of the God-Slaying Pavilion were known to be able to fight across levels. It was well-known that they could battle above their cultivation base. It didn’t matter if the God-Slaying Pavilion had one thousand more people than the Flowing Snow Sect—even if the Flowing Snow Sect had ten thousand more, its disciples would have no sense of security.

“Get lost quickly!”

Shen Li glanced at Peng Lei and at the myriad disciples of the Flowing Snow Sect, and said coldly, “You have two and a half minutes left.”