As it rapidly plummeted, purple flames also ignited on Kunpeng's body. The massive strange beast seemed to have lost all power to resist, unable even to struggle. It could only let the fierce purple flames engulf and burn its body. Wails echoed throughout the Sea of Clouds, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard them.
From high above, Kunpeng plummeted straight down to the mortal realm like a falling meteor, drawing a vertical purple line between heaven and earth. As its altitude decreased, its body continuously shrank. By the time it was about to hit the sea surface, it had been completely consumed by the purple flames. Not even ashes remained.
Ye Feipeng, dead!
Seeing the demonic beast slain, the purple figure in the sky cast an indifferent glance. Then, the colorful clouds dispersed as quickly as they had gathered. The purple figure also gradually dimmed and vanished.
"Martial Arts Enthusiast? No, that's not right..."
From above, the Black Crow Immortal Venerable's voice came, full of surprise and uncertainty. With that, the one-eyed crow flapped its wings slightly, transforming into a black streak, pursuing the direction where the purple energy had dissipated.
Meanwhile, the cultivators in the Sea of Clouds had not yet recovered from the shock of this anomaly, standing stunned as if petrified. A moment later, Wanxian Island erupted in an uproar.
"What was that just now?""Which mighty figure manifested? Such a terrifying Kunpeng beast was actually struck dead by a single bolt of lightning?""A Dao Comprehension Immortal Venerable?""I don't think an ordinary Dao Comprehension cultivator could do that.""Beyond Dao Comprehension? Impossible!"
Like everyone else, Li Fan was also greatly shocked at this moment. However, he wasn't shocked by the terrifying power of the purple figure. Instead, he was stunned by its identity.
"Senior Brother Zhang...?" Li Fan stared blankly at the sky where the purple energy dissipated, disbelief in his heart.
Li Fan had heard that cold voice many times and was incredibly familiar with it. Coupled with the familiar four words "demonic cultists" and the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder that effortlessly slew Ye Feipeng, Li Fan was almost certain that the purple figure sitting above the firmament was precisely Senior Brother Zhang, whom he had met in the Immortal Fallen Realm: Zhang Qianmo.
An inner disciple of the Zixiao Sect, suspected to be a reincarnation of a mighty being; his strength was extraordinary, mastering the mysterious Purple Heaven Nirvana Art; killing Core Formation cultivators while still in the Foundation Establishment stage was as easy and carefree as slaughtering chickens and dogs. He was arrogant and once made three grand vows. The first grand vow was to "slay all demons and monsters in the world and restore peace to the realm."
"It seems now that Senior Brother Zhang has not only lived from ancient times to the present, but he might have even fulfilled his first grand vow." Recalling Zhang Qianmo's phrase, "Demonic cultists, daring to come out and court death," and combining it with the inherited memories Ye Feipeng received—of demonic beasts frantically fleeing at that time, and the current state of the cultivation world where demonic beasts are almost extinct—Li Fan could deduce that all demonic beasts and evil entities in this cultivation world must have been utterly terrified by Senior Brother Zhang. Even if not completely annihilated, they must be hiding somewhere, no longer daring to set foot in the cultivation world.
Although Ye Feipeng had extraordinary fortune and awakened his Kunpeng bloodline, using it as a basis to forcefully devour Chiyan, he gained the qualification to ascend to a high realm and achieve Dao Comprehension at the Core Formation stage. But... misfortune lurks within fortune, and fortune hides within misfortune. It was also because of this demonic Kunpeng bloodline that he attracted Zhang Qianmo's attention. To completely swallow Chiyan and Zhang Zhiliang in one gulp, the chubby boy, Ye Feipeng, must have pushed his internal Kunpeng bloodline power to the extreme. With the help of the Canghai Pearl, he must have become almost identical to the ancient demonic beast Kunpeng. This was why he suffered Senior Brother Zhang's merciless execution.
Kunpeng's triumphant cry seemed to still echo in his ears. A question couldn't help but arise in Li Fan's mind: What was Senior Brother Zhang's cultivation level now? Dao Comprehension, or Longevity Heavenly Venerable?
At the instant Kunpeng appeared, Zhang Qianmo's figure did not manifest immediately. It was only after the strange beast had finished devouring Chiyan and was about to flee into the distance that Zhang Qianmo arrived late, at the last moment. If Ye Feipeng had not gotten carried away and let out triumphant cries after swallowing Chiyan, but had simply fled directly into the distance, could he have avoided Zhang Qianmo's attack and thus survived?
The chubby face of Ye Feipeng appeared before his eyes, and Li Fan couldn't help but slightly shake his head. "Knowing that there was such a god of slaughter targeting demonic beasts in the world, the Kunpeng saved by the Ye family ancestor still chose to transfer its essence blood to a mortal... Hmph, it seems it didn't have good intentions. Not of my kind, their hearts are surely different. Senior Brother Zhang, you did well!"
As Li Fan sighed inwardly, he also slightly frowned. He remembered that Zhang Qianmo's voice seemed to be composed of two overlapping voices. One was his original voice, and the other was a childlike voice.
"Martial Arts Enthusiast, reincarnation of a mighty being, purple lightning..." Li Fan's eyes narrowed, and a past event couldn't help but surface in his mind. Back when he first killed Sikong Yi, the successor of the Stealing Heaven and Changing Sun Sect, he learned, through the two remnant souls in the Heaven-Stealing Token, how Sikong Yi's cheap master, Sikong Bo, had fled to the Sea of Clouds.
At that time, Sikong Bo, intending to refine a clone, accidentally encountered a small child in a remote mountain village who possessed extraordinary talent and even more remarkable fortune. He wanted to steal the child's essence blood, but was somewhat annoyed to discover that a Nascent Soul cultivator also had designs on the child, transforming into a strange artifact, ready to seize control at any moment. When Sikong Bo and this Nascent Soul cultivator fought a fierce battle, both suffering heavy losses, the small child suddenly appeared and, without a word, directly refined the Nascent Soul cultivator. Sikong Bo fled immediately, but the child was very familiar with the methods of the Stealing Heaven and Changing Sun Sect. He couldn't shake the child off no matter what.
In desperation, to save his life, Sikong Bo had no choice but to release all the remnant souls within the Heaven-Stealing Token. Although he successfully escaped with his life, the souls of his ancestral masters were all struck by a purple lightning bolt from the sky, instantly turning to ashes.
"Was the child Sikong Bo encountered back then Senior Brother Zhang? And also the Martial Arts Enthusiast?" Li Fan had previously seen information about this Martial Arts Enthusiast in Tianyuzhou. He was a six or seven-year-old child, obsessed with martial power, who specifically liked to challenge others to duels. Yet, his combat power was astonishing; it was said that despite being only at the Nascent Soul cultivation level, he was almost invincible among those of the same realm. He could even fight evenly with Soul Transformation cultivators.
At that time, Li Fan didn't connect this individual with the child in Sikong Bo's memory. Even less did he expect him to be Zhang Qianmo's reincarnation. "No, that's not right. The power of that divine lightning bolt that struck Kunpeng dead just now is not something a Nascent Soul cultivator could achieve. What kind of divine ability is Senior Brother Zhang cultivating?"
As Li Fan was deep in thought, a cry of surprise from a nearby cultivator interrupted him. "Look! Zhang Zhiliang is still alive.""Chiyan! Chiyan is here too!"
Li Fan suddenly looked up and saw that in mid-air, where Kunpeng's corpse had been completely incinerated, Zhang Zhiliang's somewhat disheveled figure had reappeared at some point. Not far away, Chiyan stood opposite him, a flickering fire silhouette.
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