Chapter 828: The Ultimate Weapon

"Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, come out and die."

"Hiding there like a turtle, where has your courage gone?"

"That despicable Wang Xiaoming once deceived me, lived next to me, seduced my wife, and even that bastard child isn't mine. Such a great vengeance must be exacted."

Outside, countless prodigies were furious, recounting their past sufferings.

Lin Fan looked at the dense crowd in the void and, for a moment, didn't know what to say.

Among them were all kinds of grievances: some were irreconcilable, some were about being bullied, some about seduced wives, some about being cheated and swindled.

To have achieved such a feat in a hundred years, even Lin Fan had to admire it.

Truly the ultimate hatred magnet of fate's children—he attracted hatred so stylishly, so incomparably.

Any great demon targeted by one of these prodigies would worry for life, but now Wang Xiaoming had provoked them all.

Even a god couldn't withstand that.

Lin Fan was curious how this kid had managed to survive. With so many prodigies, unless his strength was heaven-defying, there was no way he could escape.

Among these prodigies, the strongest were at the Eighth Heaven of Divine Realm, Divine Elixir Stage, and Wang Xiaoming's cultivation must be similar.

Just then, a rumbling sound came.

"Don't be too arrogant! I, Wang Xiaoming, have long retired to the mountains and care not for worldly affairs. Isn't it excessive for you to come harass me every year?"

Wang Xiaoming's voice came from the stronghold, but he dared not show his face.

If he did, he knew they would swarm and tear him to pieces.

"Haha, Demon King, you bullied us when we were weak. Now that we've achieved great power and become strong, you're afraid? Do you think the past can just be forgotten?"

"That's right, I've waited for this day for a long time. Ninety-eight years ago, you humiliated me, trampled me underfoot, and made me lose face before the woman I loved. You should have foreseen this day."

"Seventy years ago, you swindled me out of a precious treasure, cutting off my path to eternity. But heaven did not forsake me; I discovered an even greater secret. Now that my cultivation is complete, your time has come."

"Sixty years ago, my brother mocked you, and you broke his limbs, nearly destroying my Zhao family. Watching my father beg you for mercy, I, Zhao Wuji, swore that day to kill you with my sword."

"Fifty-eight years ago, that night, you said you'd take me far away, but in the end, you took my family heirloom. This grudge must be avenged."

"Fifty-seven years ago..."

"Fifty-six years ago..."

Among these prodigies were both men and women, each hating Wang Xiaoming to the bone, wishing to cut him into a thousand pieces.

Lin Fan, hidden in the void, listened to these accusations and couldn't help sighing. This Wang Xiaoming was too beastly—to cheat people out of treasures, he even deceived their feelings. Why not just take the person away and get the treasure? Why take only the treasure and leave the person?

Brainless, utterly brainless.

"Ahem..."

Wang Xiaoming coughed lightly, feigning innocence.

"The past is unbearable to recall; looking back only brings nostalgia. I've already forgotten it all. You should be more magnanimous. Let's sit down and talk slowly. Over the years, I've often regretted and wanted to confess to you. Now that you're here, come in. After you hear me out, if you're still angry, you can strike me down. Even if I die, I'll have no regrets."

Boom!

As Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, the giant gate of the stronghold rumbled open.

The many prodigies looked at each other, suddenly tense, unsure what the Demon King was up to this time.

"What are you afraid of? There are so many of us; can he really be a match?"

"That's right, we're not what we used to be. Even in one-on-one combat, we're no worse than him."

"The Demon King doesn't want to fight, but the hatred in our hearts has accumulated over the years and cannot dissipate. If we don't vent it, it will be a major obstacle on our martial path."

"Let's go, we'll go in."

In an instant, they landed on the ground, one by one bracing themselves against a sneak attack from the Demon King.

But this time, they had all come out in force, with formidable strength. What was there to fear from a mere Demon King?

Lin Fan, hiding in the shadows, wondered what trick Wang Xiaoming was up to. Had his mindset truly changed over the past hundred years, achieving complete transcendence?

When Lin Fan's divine sense enveloped the main camp, his expression changed.

Damn it, this Wang Xiaoming was still the same old Wang Xiaoming, never changing.

"How are the preparations?" Wang Xiaoming warmed up a bit; a fierce escape battle was about to begin.

"Great King, everything is ready. All personnel have packed up and are waiting to retreat."

"Good. These bastards are persistent. If I don't leave them with a deep shadow this time, they'll think I'm easy to bully."

Wang Xiaoming said sternly, his entire aura surging.

"Long live the Great King!"

"The Great King is invincible!"

For these demons, since joining Wang Xiaoming's faction, there was no turning back; they had to fight to the death.

Honor and loss were shared; if they wanted to save their own skins, they had to fully cooperate with Wang Xiaoming.

"Have everyone prepare to unleash the things we've developed over the years," Wang Xiaoming said.

"Yes."

...

At this moment, at the entrance.

A crowd stood there.

"Don't you feel something's off?"

"It seems too quiet, doesn't it?"

"There shouldn't be any danger. Although Wang Xiaoming is powerful, he can't stand against so many of us."

"But everyone be careful. Wang Xiaoming is full of tricks; no one knows what might happen."

...

Crash!

At that moment, a sound like rolling boulders rang out.

"What is that sound?"

"Not good, look above."

In an instant, the sky above them suddenly turned pitch black, as if something had covered heaven and earth.

"What is this?"

"Not good, these things can erode magical power; the barrier is useless."

"The void is sealed. That Wang Xiaoming is setting us up."

"Ah, what is this stuff? Why does it stink so bad?"

...

"Haha."

At that moment, on a distant mountain peak, Wang Xiaoming floated there, looking down at the scene below and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You bunch of idiots, trying to ambush me, Wang Xiaoming? You're still too green. Go back and cultivate for another hundred years!"

"Wang Xiaoming, you'll die a miserable death."

At this moment, everyone was enraged.

"Hey! Whether I die or not is none of your business. You'd better worry about yourselves. What you're covered in now is my ultimate weapon, painstakingly developed over thirty years—the Ultimate Excrement. From now on, your bodies will stink to high heaven. Even a thousand miles away, I'll be able to smell your stench. So next time you want to hunt me down, it'll be nothing but a fool's dream. Stinky bastards, goodbye!"

Wang Xiaoming laughed loudly, flicked his sleeve, and vanished into the void.

"Alas, from now on, the Xuanhuang Realm will have ten thousand more bachelors and spinsters. This world has truly changed..."

"Ah! Wang Xiaoming!"

A furious roar shot up to the sky, but by then Wang Xiaoming had already fled with all his belongings once again.