The Disciples of the Evil King

A tall, well-built man stood there, dripping wet, with traces of blood at the corners of his mouth. His features could be called handsome, yet they gave off a very peculiar feeling—especially his eyes, which were deep and exuded a piercing chill.

In a word, the impression was: sinister.

To have encountered a person on this desolate island, and one who was not Zhao Lin'er—Xiao Chen felt no joy. His instincts told him that the young man before him was dangerous. He readied himself with caution, slowing the rhythm of the Profound Art circulating within him, deliberately concealing his true strength.

Not far off in the woods, seabirds were startled into the air once more. Another figure shot through the trees like lightning, arriving in the blink of an eye.

This was a young woman with a curvy, seductive figure, scantily clad. Her long, white legs flashed beneath a nearly transparent gauze skirt, while her bare arms and flat stomach were exposed. A wisp of silk wrapped around her full breasts, a sight of breathtaking allure.

Her jet-black hair hung wet and loose; her smooth skin gleamed like congealed fat. Her face was enchantingly beautiful, yet her peach-blossom eyes still held traces of fear. Only when she rushed up beside the young man and stood shoulder to shoulder with him did she begin to calm down.

"Growl…"

From somewhere along the coast, the faint roar of the Eight-Armed Malignant Dragon drifted over. Seeing their soaking-wet state, it wasn't hard to imagine that they had just encountered the beast.

Wisps of vapor rose from the pair as their clothes dried in moments, a sign of considerable cultivation. A hazy, radiant light flickered over their bodies as they walked forward.

Even if the people of the World of Immortality had powers that reached the heavens, Xiao Chen would not be shocked—this was, after all, the final destination for warriors. The most extraordinary figures of the Mortal World over the past millennia had all entered this realm.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" the young man asked. His accent was strange, but Xiao Chen understood perfectly.

Xiao Chen sensed their ill intentions. A faint, indistinct murderous aura was seeping toward him. He replied calmly, "I am Xiao Chen. I shattered the void from the Mortal World to arrive here." He made no attempt to hide his identity, subtly implying that he could have no prior enmity with them and thus no reason to be enemies.

Hearing this, both of them were visibly startled and took a step back. Clearly, a cultivator capable of breaking the void was a true expert even in this world; otherwise, they would not have reacted this way.

When they learned that Xiao Chen had been swept along by Lan Nuo into the World of Immortality against his will, the pair relaxed, seeming to breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's hard to say whether you're lucky or unlucky. You've entered the World of Immortality, but your landing point is about as bad as it gets. This sea is the infamous Forbidden Sea, and this island especially…" The young man's laugh carried a chill, though the murderous intent seemed to fade for the moment. Together with the enchantingly beautiful woman, he walked toward the small lake. The lake was surrounded by vines, blooming flowers, and lush greenery, and they appeared to have thoroughly relaxed.

"What rotten luck! We've barely set foot on this island and we already run into an ancient ferocious beast," the scantily clad woman complained. "Now our ship is smashed, all the sailors have been devoured by the evil dragon—how are we supposed to get back? We should never have come."

"Consider yourself fortunate. In the past few hundred years, we might be the only ones to have made it to this island alive." The young man glanced at Xiao Chen. "Can you prepare some food for us?"

His tone was overbearing—more of a command than a request. Xiao Chen replied calmly, "Certainly."

Once Xiao Chen's back disappeared, the young man asked, "What do you think?"

The enchantress sneered. "Hmph. Regardless of whether his story is true or false, he is a dead man. No one can know that we were the first to arrive. Only the dead keep secrets."

The young man nodded and said with a cold smile, "His strength is not to be underestimated—he's hiding his true level. But neither of us alone would have trouble defeating him. He's doomed! Still, let him live for now; we may yet have use for him."

In the dense forest some distance away, Xiao Chen watched their lip movements through the leaves. After a long moment, he turned and left.

Before long, an enticing aroma drifted from the lakeside. A leg of yellow goat had been roasted a golden crisp, and the seafood in the abalone shell pot was cooked to tender perfection. Plates of lychee, pineapple, banana, and other fruit were also laid out.

The pair ate with satisfaction.

After drinking a bamboo cup of coconut juice, the woman laughed. "I must thank Brother Xiao for his gracious hospitality. My name is Liu Yue, and this is my senior brother, Wang Zifeng." Her smile was alluring; the light gauze wrapping her chest trembled with each movement, an image of boundless seduction.

Wang Zifeng continued, "You've probably never heard of our names, but you may have heard of our ancestor."

"May I ask your ancestor's name?" A vague premonition told Xiao Chen that this ancestor was likely a figure who had shattered the void from the Mortal World.

"The Evil King—Shi Zhixuan!" When Wang Zifeng and Liu Yue spoke this name, their faces were full of reverence and longing.

Xiao Chen was stunned.

How could he not know that name? It was one of the most legendary geniuses in the history of the Mortal World, standing alongside figures like Bodhidharma, Zhang Sanfeng, and Dugu Qiubai.

When the Undying Demon Art appeared, who in the world could contend with it? Later, trapped by love, his demon embryo shattered, but he used his great wisdom to cultivate a supreme Dao heart and calmly shattered the void, leaving behind a thousand-year legacy!

Both Dao and demon—the Undying Evil King!