I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 393 - 77 Beginning Cleansing—Wing Clan!

Liang Hui’s gaze fell as he looked down upon king after king, each with an expression of horror.

"Fu Yue Emperor has betrayed the Human Race and has been slain by me in the depths of Chaos," he proclaimed.

For a moment, many faces among the kings carried a look of sorrow; Fu Yue Emperor had led the Human Race for tens of millions of years, establishing indelible merits for the Human Race.

Yet today, due to a difference in stance, he was slain in Chaos by the High Priest.

The kings exchanged glances before the Qingyan King, clad in pitch-black Battle Armor, clenched his teeth and stepped out from the crowd, bowing deeply.

"High Priest, the Emperor has shown great benevolence to the Human Race; please proclaim his name for posterity."

Liang Hui’s eyes were profound as he quietly watched the Qingyan King.

Within the Ancestor’s Hall, an oppressive atmosphere began to form at a pace visible to the naked eye.

After what seemed an eternity, a voice, indifferent and unhurried, finally sounded.

"Agreed!"

"Fu Yue Emperor and the Wing Clan’s Emperor battled in the midst of Chaos, both perishing."

"Thank you, High Priest, for your understanding!"

The Qingyan King bowed once more before slowly retreating back into the crowd.

Liang Hui didn’t pay too much attention; after all, Fu Yue had assisted him upon his arrival, and aside from this incident, their past interactions were quite pleasant.

He didn’t mind giving the other a favorable reputation after his death.

What followed was the cleansing of the Hundred Clans: a time of settling scores and exacting vengeance.

"The Wing Clan sent over three pairs of Golden Wings, didn’t they? Bring them to me."

"As you command, High Priest!"

A respectful chorus of replies followed, and three beams of golden light flew out from the crowd, arriving before the young man.

Liang Hui looked at the three pairs of gleaming wings before him; the Feathers were exquisite, sharp-edged, with Taoism Principle infused within them.

"Fine tools indeed; it appears the Wing Clan has taken great care."

The young man grasped the Golden Wings, aware that these three items were at least King Level artifacts.

"High Priest, the Golden Wings are made from the feathers of fallen Wing Clan kings, stripped by Secret Technique and forged with various rare treasures, known for their supreme speed among kings," explained a king skilled in smithing, his gaze burning with passion for the Golden Wings.

This was the instinctual response of a master smith when faced with a rare artifact.

"Such generous gifts warrant my personal gratitude," Liang Hui said with a low chuckle, his eyes indifferent as ever, with no hint of change.

The enmity between the Wing Clan, one of the Eighteen Great Clans, and the Human Race was not something that three pairs of Golden Wings could negate.

Not to mention, during the sieges outside the Central Great Realm, this Wing Clan’s Emperor had attended every time.

Lost in thought, the young man’s silhouette vanished within the Ancestor Hall.

He did not head straight for the Wing Clan but transformed into a sun, surveying the entire territory of the Human Race.

Using his Divine Skills as a foundation, he ’Entered Dream’ into the minds of countless Human Race individuals.

All those with malicious intentions, committing crimes, were identified and killed.

Without exception, none were spared.

For a time, blood stained the land, sweeping away the corruption of eight hundred and fifty years in one clean stroke.

Two days!

It took a full two days of cleansing before the slaughter came to an end.

Liang Hui stood in the sky, looking down at the cheering Human Race, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.

Although most were ordinary people, he, as the High Priest, felt their sincere gratitude.

Withdrawing his gaze, he took a step and left the world.

Moving forward, he headed in the direction of the Wing Clan.

In the space of three steps, he arrived at a radiant world.

It was a world filled with lush forests and Ancient Woods.

Trees soared high into the clouds, and upon their canopies gathered the members of the Wing Clan, their double wings unfurled, able and ready to soar across the heavens, traversing the vast skies.

In this global forest, they had constructed their own flourishing civilization.

"I had thought you would take the world and leave," Liang Hui’s body slightly turned as he looked to the side.

With the youth’s gaze shifting, a figure emerged into view, towering five fathoms high, double-winged, clutching a cyan long spear in hand.

Its magnificent stature radiated divine brilliance, and simply standing still in the void, one could hear the howling of wild winds.

"Two days and nights, how much further could one travel?"

The expression of the Wing Clan Emperor was bitter with regret. He should have left with the other emperors, instead of placing hope on the power of the Great Formation.

But this was their ancestral home; how could they simply abandon it?

Liang Hui first cast his gaze toward the long spear in the hands of the Wing Clan, then glanced at the world and chuckled softly,

"Still showing a bit of responsibility, not relying on the advantage of the world."

"I can die in battle. The clan members who once attacked the Central Great Realm—I have gathered them together. Whether the other clansmen can live...

The Wing Clan Emperor let out a lament, his eyes filled with the resolve to face death.

The chaotic winds rose, stirring ripples in the void, carrying an indefinable sorrow.

"Depends on the mood," said Liang Hui as he reached out his palm, and the Immortal War Spear appeared in his grasp, bursting with a sharpness that could penetrate everything, and the spear’s tip, tinged with rusty red, was imbued with a fearsome presence.

With each step he took, it was as if he were beating a war drum, the sound echoing across the Boundary Sea, his eyes blazing with intense martial desire.

"If you provide me with a worthy challenge, letting them live is not a problem," he stated.

"A worthy challenge?" The Wing Clan Emperor watched the approaching youth, feeling the earth-shattering martial intent exuding from the other’s body.

The eyes once filled with the will to die now harbored another emotion, a mad intertwining of fervor and battle spirit.

"Good!"

With a bellow, the void collapsed for millions of miles, endless chaotic winds raged, extinguishing remnants of worlds one after another.

As an emperor, each was a peerless hero emerging from countless beings, each with their own pride and battle spirit.

The Wing Clan Emperor, fingers firmly gripping the long spear, stepped forward onto the Chaos.

Flesh, Battle Qi, and even the soul were all aflame; even the Taoism Principle imbued within the Wind Taoism Enlightenment was rapidly dissipating.

He was exerting all his might, squeezing every last bit of strength from his body.

Winds howled fiercely, scattering everything around them, while in the Chaos, a vast continent loomed.

It was boundless, covering everything within sight!

Atop the continent, stars shined brilliantly, crisscrossed by countless violent winds that blew wantonly.

Suddenly, the stars shivered, releasing billions of rays that mingled with the raging winds to form an indescribable, colossal cyan-silver long spear.

With a blurred figure stepping forward, the spear quivered slightly and swept up the boundless continent, thrusting straight ahead.

In that moment, the Chaos Aura of millions of miles was dispelled in an instant, and ripples surged through the Chaos, unfolding a path directly to the youth.

Liang Hui felt a sting between his brows and his lips curled into a smile.

His arm leveled, and abruptly,

He thrust forward!

A simple action, and the Chaos exploded instantly.

A golden Heavenly Pillar stood amidst the Chaos, strands of Immortal Qi coiling around like dragons. It shone splendidly, illuminating the wild lands, its essence timeless, conveying a will that pierced through the ages.

And at the tip of the spear, the red hue grew even more intense, as scenes of the past unfolded once more: Demon Emperor bowing down, Taoist Ancestor shedding blood, emperors nailed to death in the Boundary Sea.

One cyan-silver, one gold!

One long spear, one War Spear!

In an instant, they touched, clashed.

Crack!

There were no deafening explosions, no prolonged struggle, just a crisp sound of shattering.