C18 Golden Immortal Stage Wing Immortal

Bears naturally prefer to live in caves.

Even when they evolve into bear spirits, this inherent trait remains unchanged.

In the eyes of the black bear spirit, a cave was the epitome of comfort.

"I think this place is quite nice," Ye Fann remarked.

"Hehe, if you like it, that's all that matters."

The black bear spirit's demeanor shifted quicker than the turn of a page.

Merely a moment ago, it was menacing.

But suddenly, its face was brimming with smiles.

It grinned broadly and then plopped down next to Ye Fann.

Its bulky frame squeezed him to one side, and the bed creaked under the strain.

Ye Fann slightly furrowed his brow and began to probe the black bear spirit for news.

"Which Demon King is the most formidable on this mountain?" The black bear spirit looked smug.

"That would be Demon King Yuan. He's at the Peak of the Golden Immortal Stage. Rumor has it he's just a step away from ascending to the Taiyi Golden Immortal Stage!"

A flicker of concern crossed Ye Fann's mind.

A Peak of the Golden Immortal Stage, especially one with the Heavenly Divine Water, was not to be equated with others at the same level.

Yuan Hong might possess an exceptionally potent Talent Divine Ability and was far more advanced in his practice.

He was undoubtedly a formidable adversary, not to be taken lightly.

"Is he around the mountain now? I'd like to meet him," Ye Fann inquired.

A shade of awkwardness passed over the black bear spirit's face.

He assumed Ye Fann was too proud to associate with him and sought Yuan Hong as a mentor. Noticing the black bear spirit's silence, Ye Fann gave him a discerning look and immediately grasped his thoughts.

"Rest assured, I'm not looking to take him as my master," Ye Fann assured him.

Internally he added, "I'm just planning to take him down."

That was reassuring.

"That's a relief," the black bear spirit exhaled deeply.

He then went on, "Boss Yuan hasn't been around these past few days. He's been away with two other Demon Kings. He should return in a few days."

Ye Fann took note of this information.

He finally felt at ease.

Thankfully, it wasn't a matter of years.

He could manage to wait a few days.

But Ye Fann soon realized he was mistaken.

For nearly a week straight.

The Black Bear would come to his side every night to "chant scriptures."

Attempting to indoctrinate him.

It wanted Ye Fann to take it as his master.

On the seventh day.

The Black Bear suddenly shared exhilarating news with Ye Fann.

Yuan Hong had arrived.

And the recruitment of the 100,000 Grass Soldiers was complete.

Tomorrow, the seven Demon Kings would host a feast.

With its status, the Black Bear was entitled to take Ye Fann along.

Ye Fann sighed in relief.

Night after night, the Black Bear would boast about its prowess beside him.

His ears were practically forming calluses.

It was reminiscent of Sun Wukong enduring Tang Xuanzang's incessant chanting of the Headache Sutra.

"When will you take me as your master?"

The Black Bear inquired once more.

"Let's talk after I meet Yuan Hong tomorrow," Ye Fann responded.

By then, the Black Bear would witness Ye Fann's uprising, as he would twist off Yuan Hong's head.

Then it would see if it still dared to demand Ye Fann's allegiance.

"Fine."

The Black Bear was oblivious to Ye Fann's inner thoughts.

It actually believed the apprenticeship was nearly a done deal.

The following evening.

The bonfires on Mei Mountain blazed brightly.

Celebrating the assembly of the 100,000 Grass Soldiers.

The entire Mei Mountain was abuzz with the festivities.

The Black Bear, brimming with excitement, escorted Ye Fann.

They navigated through multiple guarded checkpoints.

And arrived at the cave where the seven Demon Kings convened.

This cave was filled with hundreds of demons.

All the upper echelons of the Mei Mountain demon community.

Perched at the apex of the cave were the seven Demon Kings. Though these Demon Kings could fully transform into humans.

They chose to retain certain traits of their original forms.

Take, for instance, the one with the horns.

That was undoubtedly the Water Bull, Jin Da Sheng.

With piercingly cold eyes and a habit of flicking his tongue.

That was the White Snake, Chang Hao.

As for these Demon Kings.

Ye Fann wasn't particularly concerned.

He lifted his gaze toward the highest point of the cave. There, seated on the most exalted throne, was an exceptionally burly man towering over eight feet tall. His features were fierce, with two wolf fangs protruding beyond his lips. An aura of ferocity assaulted the senses.

What stood out the most were his arms, thicker than his thighs, with muscles that were solid and powerful, extending straight down to his knees.

"Black Bear, you mentioned yesterday that your disciple has been eager to meet Brother Yuan. Have you brought him along?" inquired the Demon King Dai Li.

"Yes, he's here, right beside me. His name is Mu Shi," Black Bear responded.

Usually, the bear demon was quite laid-back, but here, he was exceedingly deferential.

"Brother, brother?" called out Demon King Yang Xian, noticing that Yuan Hong's expression was dark and foreboding, with a strong killing intent flaring up.

From the moment Ye Fann entered the cave, both he and Yuan Hong were acutely aware of each other's presence. They shared the unique constitution of the Four Chaos Demons, which naturally forged a mysterious bond between them. When they drew near one another, an uncontrollable urge to consume the other arose—an instinct embedded in the blood of the Demonic Ape.

At that moment, Ye Fann was also awash with a desire to kill, unleashing an aura as vast as the sea that sent the black bear demon flying until he crashed into the cave's edge, his face etched with astonishment.

Through this powerful aura, the black bear demon could immediately discern the vast gap in their strengths.

"Oh my goodness. I can't believe I actually considered myself fit to be his master!" the black bear demon thought, feeling as though he had narrowly escaped a disastrous fate.

"How dare you come to Mei Mountain to wreak havoc? You're seeking death!" The Demon Kings erupted in fury.

Jin Dalong, the most volatile among them, gripped his wolf fang club and leaped from his throne, swinging it down with brutal force toward Ye Fann's head.

In an instant, Ye Fann vanished from his spot, and when he reappeared, his fist had already collided with the wolf fang club, shattering the Supreme Grade Spiritual Artifact into pieces.

Ye Fann vanished in an instant, reappearing with his fist already smashing into the Supreme Grade Spiritual Artifact, a wolf-toothed club. It exploded into countless fragments that shot out in all directions. In that moment, the Demon Clan suffered heavy casualties. Jin Dacheng, struck by Ye Fann's punch, was sent flying backward, causing the cave to burst open from the impact.

The eyes of the remaining Demon Kings turned blood-red with fury. The Demon Clan members present were the elite of the 100,000 Grass Soldiers, and now, Ye Fann's single strike had severely wounded most of them. Chaos erupted on the spot.

The six remaining Demon Kings engaged in a fierce battle with Ye Fann. The night sky was illuminated by various Talent Divine Abilities, and the sharp clashing of metal on stone echoed across Mei Mountain.

With a thunderous "Boom!" the entire Mei Mountain shook. The 100,000 Grass Soldiers were filled with dread, trembling as they looked toward the source of the noise. Through the billowing dust, they could barely make out several figures, godlike and demonic, soaring into the sky.

A second "Boom!" resounded, followed by a hoarse cry of pain. A deluge of green blood rained down, dissolving trees and causing rocks to emit white smoke. The summit of Mei Mountain was left pockmarked and devastated. The corrosive green blood caused the Demon Clan members to howl in agony as their bodies rapidly disintegrated.

With heavy thuds, two massive segments of a red centipede's body crashed onto the peak of Mei Mountain. "Fifth brother!" angry roars filled the air.

As the clouds scattered and the fierce mountain wind cleared the dust, the true extent of the devastation became visible. Ye Fann stood there, clad in black Devil Subduing Armor, his red cloak billowing behind him.

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