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Chapter 243: Chapter 182: The Birth of the Xuanhuan Human Race (Please Subscribe!)

"Very good, very good, very good!"

Laozi himself clumsily climbed up from the ground, glaring fiercely at Tongtian as he huffed:

"I didn’t expect your cultivation to have advanced to such a degree that you could defeat both me and Primordial with mere fists. Laozi admires you!"

Having said that, he used his magic to retract the good and evil corpses back into his body, glanced at Primordial in the distance: "Let’s go!"

He then bowed to Tongtian saying, "May I trouble Daoist Brother Tongtian to withdraw the Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation, Laozi wishes to return to Nanming Volcano for cultivation!

From now on, this Kunlun Mountain, I leave to Daoist Brother Tongtian and your disciples!"

Laozi watched Tongtian with a sullen face like still water, waiting for him to withdraw the Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation.

Upon hearing Laozi addressing himself as a Daoist brother, Tongtian’s pupil shrank, he sighed, "Alas!"

He cast a spell to remove the Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation, and said, "Elder Brother, after you!"

"Thank you, Daoist Brother Tongtian!"

Laozi bowed his hands together, turned around with a flick of his sleeves.

A trail of azure clouds rolled up, disappearing into the azure void above the peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Tongtian shook his head, made no word to retain Laozi. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Over the years, he had come to see their relationship indifferently, no longer as naively as before.

"Humph!"

Seeing Laozi leave, Primordial, knowing he would only add to his humiliation by staying, gathered his battered good and evil corpses with a dark face and grunted:

"Keep this Kunlun Mountain to yourself and that bunch of fur-coated beasts!"

After speaking, his face black as pitch, he turned around with a swish of his sleeve, transforming into a stream of light that entered the azure void.

A piece of robe fabric floated gently down from the sky.

Robe-rending, ties severed!

From this day forth.

He had no ties whatsoever with Tongtian.

"Ha..."

Tongtian saw the robe fragment floating in the sky, his pupils suddenly constricted, then a sarcastic smile appeared on his face:

"Just this?"

"I thought too highly of you!"

Having said this, he cast a spell to restore the ruined top of Kunlun Mountain to its original state, and transmitted a message to his disciples who had left Kunlun to return.

...

Meanwhile.

Between Heaven and Earth, a mocking laughter sounded.

"Hong Jun’s disciple, what a mediocrity!"

"Two against one, defeated and robe-rending to sever ties, heh heh heh~"

"Is this your extent of tolerance?

Claiming to be the true lineage of Pangu, such is all you are!"

"Unbalanced mindset!"

"Ridiculous!"

"A Great Divine Power User, all like this?"

"..."

In the southern Primordial!

Nanming Volcano, Purple Cloud Palace!

Seeing his two direct disciples defeated again by Luo Hou’s disciple Tongtian, Hong Jun’s face was dark as still water, he grunted:

"Waste!"

He cursed fiercely.

Then he got up.

In one step, he disappeared without a trace.

Before long.

He appeared in front of a mysterious cave, calling out loudly:

"Huntian Daoist Brother, Hong Jun is visiting, please come and meet!"

Inside the cave, the True Spirit of the reincarnated Chaos Demon God, Daoist Huntian, upon hearing the words, furrowed his brow:

"What does he want from me?"

But acting on the principle that a visitor is a guest, he walked out.

Seeing Hong Jun standing at the entrance of the cave, he bowed and said:

"Daoist Brother Hong Jun, we haven’t seen each other for eons since Chaos, isn’t that so!"

"Yes!"

Hong Jun smiled with a nod: "Reminiscing about the past, when we demon gods roamed Chaos together, what splendor it was..."

Then, he said: "Daoist Brother Huntian, won’t you invite me in to sit?"

Daoist Huntian, hearing this, his pupils suddenly constricted, vaguely sensing Hong Jun’s ill intent, but considering that his cave was his domain, he couldn’t bear any malice.

"Ah, my apologies!

It’s been so long since I’ve had a Daoist friend over, Huntian has forgotten the etiquette of receiving guests!"

He slapped his forehead in embarrassment, made a gesture of invitation, and said: "Daoist Brother Hong Jun, please enter the cave for a chat, you and I should have a good exchange!"

Hong Jun’s face revealed a strange smile, he bowed to him:

"Daoist Brother Huntian, this visit, I wish to borrow something from you!"

Huntian was stunned: "Hmm? What do you wish to borrow, Daoist Brother Hong Jun?!"

Hong Jun’s smile remained unchanged, and he said: "Your Chaos Origin!"

"Daoist Brother Hong Jun is joking, my Chaos Origin has long been destroyed by Pangu, what origin could there be?" Huntian shook his head in refusal.

"That’s not for you to refuse!"

Hong Jun grinned sinisterly, the Heavenly Dao Dharma Wheel rose, and numerous Tao Rules emerged like chains, encircling Daoist Huntian, binding him.

"Hong Jun, what are you doing?" Huntian found his body bound, his mana restrained, his expression dramatically changing.

He had not anticipated that Hong Jun’s visit would bear ill will, nor that he would make a move on him.

And that upon striking, it left him completely powerless to resist.

"Nothing much, just using your Origin Power to enhance the cultivation of a few of my disciples!"

Hong Jun took a step forward, a pitch-black seal appearing in his hand.

Destruction Principle.

Clearly a devastating-type Spiritual Treasure!

"Bang!"

Hong Jun sacrificed the seal, traced a pitch-black mark, and ruthlessly smashed it onto Daoist Huntian’s Heavenly Spirit!

"Hong Jun, you..."

Daoist Huntian’s furious voice rang out, then shifted into a terrified roar: "I curse you, may you die a terrible death!"

The next moment, Daoist Huntian’s head split open, his Primordial Spirit obliterated, and his life’s Origin Power devoured completely.

Hong Jun recalled the seal, looking at the Chaos Origin inside, he said with a smile: "Thanks, Daoist Brother Huntian!"

Afterwards, with a wave of his hand, a burst of fire sprayed forth, instantly engulfing the headless Daoist Huntian.

In the next second.

Turned to ash, blown away by the wind.

Scattering in the air.

Dissipating into nothingness.

Having done all this, Hong Jun walked into Daoist Huntian’s cave, sweeping away the treasures that Huntian had collected over many years.

Then he chuckled: "It’s time to visit Daoist Brother Cause and Effect for a chat!"