Chapter 827: Are They Even Giving Me a Way Out?

"I never expected that the Lord of the Chaos Demon Sect was actually trained by Uncle Lin himself. No wonder so many prodigies couldn't do anything to him."

Zong Hentian said with emotion, and at the same time realized that only a divine man like Uncle Lin could cultivate such a strong person.

Lin Fan coughed lightly, indicating that he had always been this awesome.

"Don't leak this matter. It will be of great benefit to any prodigy disciple. When you have nothing to do, organize more of these activities."

Since things had already developed to this point, it was too late to stop, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue.

But Lin Fan wanted to go see how Wang Xiaoming was doing now, and how he managed to find a sliver of hope among these prodigy sons.

Outside!

"Fellow disciples, Wang Xiaoming is our common enemy. This expedition must succeed, to suppress this evil being and restore peace to the Xuanhuang Realm."

A man stood on a high platform, waving his arms, full of passion.

"Senior Brother Yujian is right."

This man had been locked in a life-and-death struggle with Wang Xiaoming for ninety-eight years.

In the second year after Wang Xiaoming left the mountain, he met this man in some city, and then subjected him to various beatings and taunts, nearly driving Yujian crazy.

Later, by chance, he obtained an opportunity and soared to greatness.

In the end, he was accepted as a disciple by the Sacred Sect. Among the sect, he met many like-minded disciples. When he learned that their common enemy was Wang Xiaoming, they became as close as brothers, with only one thought in mind: to kill him.

From then on, they trained hard, and whenever the time was right or they heard of Wang Xiaoming's whereabouts, they would mobilize together to go and kill him.

But over the past hundred years, they had launched a total of one hundred and thirty-eight operations, yet each time they returned empty-handed. Even so, they did not become disheartened but instead became even more determined.

"This time, the one hundred and thirty-ninth, we will definitely kill Wang Xiaoming with our swords. But letting him die so easily would be too merciful. We must torture him severely, severely."

"That despicable Wang Xiaoming stripped me naked and hung me in the city. This hatred is irreconcilable."

"He stole my cultivation technique and verbally harassed my partner. If I don't avenge this, I'm not human."

"He is the source of all evil. If I can kill him, I will have no regrets in this life."

"Brothers, let's go. This time, Wang Xiaoming is in his stronghold a hundred thousand li ahead. We must get there quickly and not let him escape."

"Alright, let's go..."

In an instant, streaks of rainbow light rose and flew into the distance.

These prodigy disciples had cultivation levels ranging from the seventh to the sixth level of the Divine Heaven Stage, basically within that range.

For prodigy disciples, reaching such a level within a hundred years was already extremely powerful.

And the disciples around him were naturally not on the same path as them.

The talents of those around him had been infinitely enhanced by him, reaching a peak.

Their cultivation naturally followed suit, and in the blink of a hundred years, they could reach extremely high realms.

"Ah, mighty and majestic, like a dragon, extraordinary."

Lin Fan looked at the distant sky and couldn't help but sigh. What kind of evil had Wang Xiaoming done to attract so many prodigy disciples to tirelessly go on expeditions against him?

"I'll go take a look. You all cultivate well."

Without saying more, Lin Fan directly chased after those disciples. He wanted to see just how intense the battle between these disciples and Wang Xiaoming was.

A hundred thousand li away, in a desolate mountain forest.

This place was uninhabited, with ferocious beasts roaming rampant. Few martial artists came here, but in this area, there existed someone feared by everyone in the Xuanhuang Realm.

The Chaos Demon, Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming lay on a bed, surrounded by many maids, like a paradise on earth.

But to Wang Xiaoming, none of this could make him happy.

A hundred years. He had been hunted for a full hundred years.

Especially starting ninety-seven years ago, his life had become a complete tragedy.

He liked to bully others—Wang Xiaoming dared to admit that—but every person he had bullied eventually became a main member of the hunting party.

To Wang Xiaoming, this was utterly infuriating.

Over the past hundred years, he had been hunted one hundred and thirty-eight times, changed his stronghold eighty-nine times, and had almost hidden all over the Xuanhuang Realm.

Later, somehow, some demon lords learned of him and submitted at his feet one by one. From then on, his reputation in the outside world grew.

The Chaos Demon, Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming absolutely did not accept this title, but there was nothing he could do. Since the outside world had spread it, what could he do?

For Wang Xiaoming now, he only had one thought: to go home. But at this point, he couldn't even go home. How miserable was that?

Wang Xiaoming had tried to go home several times, but every time he was halfway there, those guys somehow discovered him, haunting him like ghosts and trying to kill him by any means.

"Great King, it's bad, it's bad..."

Just then, a frantic shout came, startling Wang Xiaoming. "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Those people have come again." This subordinate was once a notorious demon lord, but later admired Wang Xiaoming's abilities and willingly joined his sect.

But after joining, terrible things happened.

At least once a year, their base was raided, and they were hunted every day.

As for leaving Wang Xiaoming, he had thought about it, but those hunters had a list.

The number one kill list was Wang Xiaoming, and they were right behind.

Those guys seemed to have a third eye; no matter where they ran, they could be caught. In the end, they could only follow the Great King and continue their miserable existence.

"What? Again? Wasn't there a siege just last year? Why again? These damn guys, won't they give people a break? I haven't gone out to provoke anyone recently."

Wang Xiaoming was furious, truly furious. Weren't these guys beasts? Didn't they know to let people catch their breath? Apart from constant hunting, they besieged him every year without fail.

"How many people came?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

"I don't know. They're densely packed, covering the whole sky. At least ten thousand people."

"What? So many? Are they trying to kill me? Last year there were only eight thousand, and this year it's over ten thousand. This... this." Wang Xiaoming was stunned.

Counting on his fingers, he figured that in the past two or three years, he had bullied quite a few people. Could it be that they had obtained opportunities, soared to greatness, and now joined the expedition army to hunt him down?

Damn it, this was too much.

"Pass the order: all units pay attention, pack up, prepare to fight at any time, and prepare to retreat at any time." Wang Xiaoming shouted, "Hmph, even if we have to retreat later, we'll teach them a lesson."

"Yes."