Internally, his heart turned cold and his mind got filled with the intent to kill the Eight Ancestors.
The Eight Ancestors actually wanted to devour him? Interesting...
These Eight Ancestors have really become tired of living!
It seems like if I don’t give them a scare, they won’t be keeping to themselves within their boundaries, will they?!
...
On a deserted and isolated island in the internal sea.
Within a hidden temporary dwelling, King Lan Ling’s second primordial spirit which was full of scars and wounds was meditating in seclusion to treat his injuries.
Beside him, there was a jade slip. It contained Yun Jinghong’s request.
King Lan Ling, please do me a favor and teach Zhou Ming a lesson.
King Lan Ling’s eyes scanned past the jade slip. He then made a snort and said, dissatisfied.
"Hmph! Yun Jinghong, how dare you boss me around? Do you think I am your subordinate?!"
"Teach Zhou Ming a lesson? For what reason do I need to listen to the Rain Palace and do as they say?! Moreover, do they really think a lowly Zhou Ming deserves to be personally taken care of by me?!"
As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly became silent.
He had met Ning Fan twice already and during these two times, he had been extremely arrogant towards him. Even so, Ning Fan had been as calm as a lake on both occasions. He never got angry, just like a weak being should.
He had even started to think of Ning Fan as someone weak. However, was he really weak since he managed to kill Shi Kun and Mo Xiu?
At this moment, King Lan Ling realized that he had been underestimating Ning Fan all this time.
However, his arrogant nature could not allow him to admit Ning Fan’s greatness.
Past memories flashed past in his eyes. When King Lan Ling was still young, he challenged Yun Tianjue twice. Yun Tianjue had not been swayed by his challenges, just like an unfeeling stone. That made King Lan Ling think that Yun Tianjue was weak and was nothing more than a pushover.
However, during the third time King Lan Ling challenged him, Yun Tianjue drew his sword in anger. In a single move, he utterly defeated King Lan Ling.
That was the greatest humiliation of his entire life!
Now, King Lan Ling felt that the reason why he felt so disdainful towards Ning Fan was not because he was too weak, but because he resembled Yun Tianjue far too much... Both of them were so alike that it was disgusting to him.
"If I challenge this young man a third time, will he also draw his sword in anger like that man?!"
"Humph! Forget it. If I could gather all of the devil slates and crack the secret hidden in them, I can look for him by then. Currently, I don’t have the time to deal with him!"
If I don’t hurry up on obtaining those slates, my body that has been severely injured due to my failed attempt in breaking through to the Void Fragmentation Realm would be difficult to heal after absorbing the devil qi. Hmph! If I were at my peak without these injuries, it would be a bliss coming to the internal sea and wiping them all out with my true body. Would the eight undead creatures in the Giant Devil Clan be able to harm me then? Humph!"
King Lan Ling’s eyes turned even colder. He wanted to increase his speed in gathering all the devil slates.
Compared to the devil statue slates, everything else could be ignored for the meantime, including Ning Fan!
Translated by Tommy, edited by Roel