Chapter 1201 - 1200: Deadly Trap in Desperation

"My life?"

"You eleven, is that what you're here for?"

Ye Qingchen stood with his hands behind his back, staring directly at the eleven top Demon Celestial Immortals from the Western Wilderness. His expression was indifferent, making it impossible to discern his emotions—whether he was frightened, shocked, fearful, or something else altogether.

"Exactly!"

Daoist Monarch Bai Gu, dressed in a black robe, looked at Ye Qingchen with a faint smile:

"Do you think we are like those fools from the Thirty-Six Sects of the Celestial South, who raise a tiger only to invite disaster?"

"We eleven had already devised a strategy since you agreed to the duel with the Eight-faced Buddha. If the Eight-faced Buddha had won, all would be well. But if he lost, we would have to eradicate the threat at its root. Otherwise, once you recover from fighting the Eight-faced Buddha, we would be next on your list!"

"As the saying goes, strike first to gain the upper hand, act later and suffer the consequences!"

Daoist Monarch Bai Gu's voice echoed through the void.

How could they not have prepared against Ye Qingchen, the Celestial South Fierce God? The Thirty-Six Sects of the Celestial South had underestimated him, and thus he grew ever stronger, eventually blocking their path forward.

With such an example as a warning, how could the Western Wilderness repeat the same mistake?

Therefore, since the beginning of the duel, they had secretly conspired and formed an alliance. Then, they gathered at the Holy Spirit Mountain, waiting for this moment.

"Initially, many believed, even I thought, you might be buried at the hands of the Eight-faced Buddha. But who would have expected your power to have grown so immense!"

Daoist Monarch Bai Gu shook his head and sighed.

Though Ye Qingchen was powerful, not everyone favored him in this battle initially. Even among the masters of the Twelve Demon Sects, more than half believed Ye Qingchen would surely lose.

But these old demons, cunning and scheming, could not allow a threat to grow unfettered. Even the slightest chance required uprooting. For any mishap would become a catastrophe.

However.

They never could have anticipated that the Eight-faced Buddha would indeed be defeated.

So, that is why they appeared now.

"So, you eleven are here to deal with me!" Ye Qingchen stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the eleven Western Wilderness Old Demons.

Daoist Monarch Bai Gu!

Ye Jingzhou of the Celestial Dragon Cave!

Blood Sword Ancestor!

Demon Tathagata!

...

Blood-Drinking Blade Demon!

This lineup, apart from the Eight-faced Buddha already suppressed within the Crimson Mist Cauldron, comprises almost all the top strongest from the Western Wilderness.

And the cultivators from the Celestial South present were already beginning to tremble.

Even as they reverenced Ye Qingchen as a deity-like existence, at this moment, their hearts chilled. Eleven old demons gathered, nearly betting all the forces of the Western Wilderness.

If these eleven had joined forces thousands of years ago, the Celestial South would have been reduced to scorched earth and the Thirty-Six Sects would not exist!

"Ye Qingchen, will you surrender, or do you force us to act?" Ye Jingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, standing atop a dragon's head, his voice rumbling like thunder.

"Just you all?" Ye Qingchen responded with a faint smile, "You didn't dare come alone, but now you've gathered together and dare to confront me? Aren't you afraid of ending up like the Eight-faced Buddha?"

"The Eight-faced Buddha was too stupid, relying on his Ghost God puppets, thinking no one could defeat him one-on-one, so he dared to challenge you! While none of us could match him individually, together, we can kill even five or six Eight-faced Buddhas without issue."

Blood Sword Ancestor laughed heartily, as above the sky, a cloud of blood shook ominously:

"What's more, you expended your strength fighting the Eight-faced Buddha, how much power do you even have left to battle us now?"

"Indeed!"

"Hahaha!"

"Ye Qingchen, won't you surrender?"

As Blood Sword Ancestor finished speaking, the surrounding old demons laughed menacingly without restraint.

Yes!

They came prepared and had numbers on their side.

Handling Ye Qingchen after an exhaustive battle, was it not as easy as pie?

Listening to the laughter.

The faces of the people from the Celestial South darkened further, their hearts sinking into despair.

"What should we do?"

"These old demons have actually teamed up for the first time!"

On the other hand, the people from the Western Wilderness sneered mockingly.

This day's event.

It was utterly beyond expectation.

Originally, everyone thought the Eight-faced Buddha was dead, and the strength of the Western Wilderness would inevitably decline, forcing these demon cultivators to retreat from the Celestial South quietly. Yet, who would have thought that the Twelve Demon Sects would unite here, setting an ominous deadly scheme.

"Heh, so unexpected!"

"Yes, with these eleven working together, not to mention Ye Qingchen, they could even sweep through the entire Kunlun without issue!"

"Let's see how Ye the Demon handles this situation this time!"

For a moment, everyone looked on.

Their gazes were either mocking, worried, apprehensive, or scornful.

Just as everyone assumed that even Ye Qingchen, in such a scenario, would have to bow his head. Even Daoist Monarch Bai Gu, Blood Sword Ancestor, Ye Jingzhou, and others thought this way too.

"Haha!"

Unexpectedly, Ye Qingchen laughed, boldly facing the eleven elders, whether they exuded ghostly vibes, raging demonic flames, or towering Sword Qi, showing not a touch of fear, but rather a mocking expression.

"I was thinking, if you could obediently retreat back to the Western Wilderness, I'd let it pass!"

"But I never thought you would dare lead a group to attack me?"

"Well then, this saves me the trouble of going to the Western Wilderness, searching for you one by one! I can take this opportunity to eliminate you all!"

Boom!

As his words fell.

The entire world was in uproar, and upon hearing this, everyone was slack-jawed, seemingly unable to believe it.

"What did he say? Did I hear that wrong?"

"Does he intend to fight the Twelve Demon Sects all by himself and even claims to wipe them all out?"

"Where does he get such courage?"

Many demon cultivators widened their eyes as if unable to believe it.

Meanwhile, the eleven top demon cultivators first fell silent, before becoming enviously enraged.

"Ye Qingchen, you're too arrogant!"

Daoist Monarch Bai Gu cried out fiercely, stepping forward.

"Do you really think you alone could stand up to us?"

Ye Jingzhou roared fiercely in anger.

"Enough nonsense!" The most hot-tempered Blood Sword Ancestor yelled, "What's the point in talking to him? Just kill him, destroy his soul, to avoid any trouble later!"

Boom!

Amidst the shouts, above the sky, that Daoist's face suddenly opened its mouth wide and spat out.

"Stab!"

A heaven-shattering blood light transformed into a sharp sword, like a raging thunderbolt, suddenly striking from the sky like a bloody lightning bolt. The entire world seemed to be shattered by this thunderclap!

The vast sky turned blood red!

"Only you?"

Ye Qingchen sneered coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Today, I shall erase the Twelve Demon Sects from existence, making them history in the Kunlun Realm!"

As Ye Qingchen's words fell.

Ye Qingchen pointed with a finger, and the sound of a resounding sword cry rang throughout the heavens!