This Is a Fated Enemy

Seeing the resentful look in Ye Fan's eyes, Lu Ming thought about it carefully in his mind again.

He really didn't have any deep, bitter grudge against this guy.

Even if there was, it was only back at the Duke's residence when he and Big Yellow had scammed a sum of money out of him.

But that was only because the other party had been underhanded first, installing image stones in the residence.

Yet looking at Ye Fan's current state, it was as if they shared several lifetimes of deep-seated hatred.

How long had he even been in the demon race? How was that even possible?

Unable to figure out why, Lu Ming didn't bother thinking about it anymore and directly asked:

“What grudge do we have? Why don't you elaborate on it...”

Ye Fan's eyes were terrifyingly dark. Hearing Lu Ming's question made him even more furious.

How did he have the nerve to ask what?

“You motherf—”

Just as he opened his mouth, Ye Fan stopped himself.

He couldn't reveal the matter of his rebirth.

This was his greatest secret...

Besides, as a dignified reincarnated Immortal Emperor, he had actually been killed several times by a mere mortal.

It would be too embarrassing to say out loud!

Did he not care about his pride? If word got out, how would he face anyone when he returned to the Immortal Realm in the future?

Seeing Ye Fan hesitating to speak, Lu Ming instantly understood.

This guy simply found him an eyesore and wanted to kill him. There was no legitimate reason at all...

It was probably his special protagonist physique emitting a unique charm that attracted the other party's hostility...

This was his fated enemy. He had to kill someone like this.

Because someone like this was destined to be an enemy with whom he could never peacefully coexist.

Even if he let the other party go, the other party wouldn't let him go; he would always be trying to kill him.

Sigh, this was the price of a protagonist's growth...

Thinking of this, a dense murderous intent also emerged in Lu Ming's eyes.

This dog deserved to die...

Even if he was Big Yellow's descendant, it didn't matter. He still deserved to die.

The reason Ye Fan ran into Lu Ming here was that he had specifically searched for him.

When the Unity-stage cultivators were fighting, he suddenly noticed that Lu Ming had vanished.

So he began to search. In his heart, killing Lu Ming was the most important thing—it had already become an obsession...

However, he searched inside the city for a long time but couldn't find him.

Ultimately, he suspected that Lu Ming might have fled outside the city.

Then, avoiding the Variegated Tiger clan's demon soldiers besieging the city, he finally managed to make his way outside with great difficulty.

Yet, he searched outside for a long time without finding any trace of Lu Ming.

Just as he was about to give up and return to the city, he happened to spot Lu Ming, who was also preparing to return.

How could he not be excited? How could he not be happy?

At this moment, looking at Lu Ming who had already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, his heart stirred.

He hadn't expected this damned mortal to have already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

How long had it even been?

This proved that this guy's talent was decent. He had to be killed today.

Lest any more unexpected trouble arose!

Since both of them were of one mind—with one wanting to kill and the other wanting to destroy—there was no need for more nonsense. Let's fight!

Ye Fan tapped his toes on the ground, executing the Dustless Step as his figure pounced toward Lu Ming like a streak of yellow lightning.

The ferocious aura of a 4th-Rank demon beast also erupted violently.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand buzzed and vibrated as a sharp, azure sword qi tore through the air, slashing straight at Lu Ming's face.

Lu Ming's pupils contracted sharply. He didn't dare to delay.

Spiritual energy of the Nascent Soul stage surged like a tide into the golden staff in his hand.

The long staff was transformed from Lu Ming's Weapon Vault.

In the blink of an eye, the body of the staff suddenly shone with a brilliant golden light. He spun around and held the staff horizontally to block.

Without any suspense, sparks flew from Ye Fan's long sword as it was snapped clean in half.

The massive impact forced Ye Fan back three steps, the rocks beneath his feet cracking inch by inch.

At the same time, Ye Fan couldn't help but curse in his mind.

Where did this damned mortal get so many powerful weapons?

Before, he had a house-shaped weapon that kept taking away his own weapons.

Now, disguised as a monkey, he had acquired another powerful staff.

One had to know that his sword was a high-grade magical artifact!

For it to be broken just like that, didn't that mean this staff was at least at the level of a top-grade magical artifact, or perhaps even higher?

Yet it didn't look like anything special.

Forget it. Once he killed him and snatched them away, both the house and the staff would be his...

While Ye Fan's thoughts were racing, a loud shout rang out:

“Take a strike from this old Sun!”

Seeing Ye Fan's long sword snap, Lu Ming instantly seized the opportunity. Gripping one end of the staff with both hands, he descended from above, swinging the staff horizontally with earth-shattering force.

Looking at the staff radiating brilliant golden light, Ye Fan felt its power slightly solidify the air around him.

Ye Fan was startled. His demon power instantly erupted to its limit, and a dark-green demon mist surged around his body.

Executing the Dustless Step, his right foot slammed onto the ground as his body shifted three feet to the side like a specter.

At the same time, he propped his left hand on the ground, sliding his entire body several meters along the dirt.

The staff smashed heavily into the spot where Ye Fan had just been. Amidst flying debris, the ground caved in to form a half-zhang-deep crater.

Ye Fan used the momentum of his slide to flip up and stand, his eyes fierce:

“Damned mortal, do you really think you can defeat me just because your weapon is powerful?”

Hearing this, Lu Ming was taken aback. He had felt earlier that this guy's fighting style was somewhat familiar.

Especially his movement technique—it carried a strong sense of familiarity.

Now, hearing the phrase "damned mortal," Lu Ming instantly remembered.

The Ye Fan he had beaten to death before seemed to have a movement technique very similar to this!

“What is your relationship with Ye Fan of the Blood River Demon Sect?”

Hearing Lu Ming's inquiry, Ye Fan's eyes flickered. He knew the other party was suspicious of his movement technique.

In truth, after becoming a demon, he had only re-cultivated the Dustless Step, while all his other techniques had been replaced!

After all, he was currently a demon, and human techniques were unsuitable for him!

However, Ye Fan did not answer him. Instead of weakening, his overall aura grew even more violent and hideous.

“You must die today!”

Ye Fan roared furiously. At the same time, his body shot forward like an arrow, his claws glinting with a dark-green, cold light as he swiftly clawed at Lu Ming.

He had no weapon and needed to utilize his superior speed to fight Lu Ming.

Lu Ming only felt a blur before his eyes as a sharp pain struck. Several claw marks appeared on his shoulder, and blood began to flow.

This scene left both Lu Ming and Ye Fan stunned.

Lu Ming hadn't expected this guy to be so fast.

Fortunately, his body refining technique was already at the second rank. Otherwise, this single strike would probably have left him dead or crippled.

Ye Fan was also somewhat surprised. Logically speaking, this claw strike of his should have torn off half of Lu Ming's body.

Yet it had only left a few bloody claw marks...

This guy had actually refined his body.

Circulating his spiritual energy, Ye Fan pounced forward to attack once more.

The two fought fiercely in mid-air, staff against claws. The wind howled and gravel flew, throwing heaven and earth into chaotic darkness...

As time passed, Lu Ming's body became covered in bloody scratches and claw marks from Ye Fan's attacks.

His clothes were shredded into ribbons, even exposing his buttocks.

“Are you a fucking pervert? Why do you keep scratching my butt?”

Lu Ming cursed as he fought.

Ye Fan was also extremely furious, yet he felt somewhat helpless.

He didn't want to keep scratching Lu Ming's backside either, but when he tried to strike from the front, he was always blocked by the staff in Lu Ming's hands.

His claws were already dripping with blood.

And the more Ye Fan fought, the more alarmed he became. He realized this damned mortal was truly difficult to kill.

Not only were his weapons excellent, but his spiritual energy was also abundant, as if it were completely limitless.

His own internal spiritual energy was being heavily consumed, yet that guy still looked completely unfazed.

Seriously, brother, do you not consume any spiritual energy at all?

At the same time, he felt a twinge of regret.

If he had known this guy would be so hard to kill now, he should have killed him back in Yanwu City when he first entered the Haoran Sect.

He believed that even if he hadn't done it himself back then, there would have been plenty of people in the Haoran Sect willing to do the deed for him.

But he just had to insist on achieving a clear and unhindered Dao Heart, which led to his current predicament...

Meanwhile, as Lu Ming fought, the Nascent Soul inside his body was cultivating with its three heads and six arms, frantically absorbing spiritual energy...

Not only that, but his dantian was also spinning, absorbing spiritual energy...

It fully kept pace with Lu Ming's consumption.