FRGNM -Chapter 299 The Evil King — Bloodthirsty Grand Formation

A glint flashed through Jiang Yu’s dark eyes. He slowly stepped out of the formation, his gaze fixed on Shang Yong ahead. The Bloodthirsty Grand Formation was extremely terrifying—once it sensed living aura, it could turn everything into blood and pulp. No matter how strong one was, death was inevitable.
However, the formation had a fatal flaw: it had no effect on dead objects.

“Be careful!” Yi Zhui shouted anxiously from above. The Bloodthirsty Grand Formation was no joke—even Purple Venerables had to tread carefully.

But what happened next nearly made everyone’s eyes pop out of their sockets.

The person standing within the formation looked completely unharmed. Facing the purple qi, he walked forward step by step, calmly exiting the formation. Light flickered in his eyes as he stood indifferently before Shang Yong.

Shock rippled through the crowd. Countless gazes locked onto Jiang Yu, as if they wanted to swallow him whole.

What… what was going on?

The Bloodthirsty Grand Formation couldn’t even trap a child?!

Cold sweat poured down Shang Yong’s forehead. He stared at Jiang Yu in horror, swallowing hard as he stammered, “Y-you’re not human, and not a magical beast either. No living being can escape the Bloodthirsty Grand Formation. You… are you dead?”

The words you are dead exploded into the air. Everyone around instantly retreated several steps, their faces drained of color as they stared at Jiang Yu in terror.
This ten-year-old child—was he already dead?

Yes. The real Minglang had already died. What resided in this body was merely the consciousness of the Purple Bamboo. Even the Bloodthirsty Grand Formation couldn’t restrain a heaven-and-earth spirit. Such beings were born of nature itself—free to come and go at will. And this body was a dead object, naturally unaffected by the formation.

“Hiss…” Yi Meng sucked in a sharp breath, trembling as she clutched Yi Zhui’s arm. This was impossible. That cool, aloof boy was already dead? She couldn’t accept it.

It was simply too terrifying. How could this be? No…

A cold gleam flashed deep in Jiang Yu’s eyes as he looked at Shang Yong indifferently. “Old fool, are your eyes failing you? I’m standing here perfectly fine, and you dare say I’m dead? Looks to me like your Bloodthirsty Grand Formation is the one that’s dead.”

Slash!

His hand pressed against his dagger. A streak of purple blade light swept out, and the formation behind him collapsed instantly. A thick stench of blood filled the air.

Shang Yong sucked in a breath of cold air. He saw it clearly—this kid, not even ten years old, was a Purple Venerable. The same level as himself, a Purple-rank qi cultivator. No wonder the boy hadn’t taken him seriously at all. This kid was truly abnormal!

“Retreat!”

With a low roar, Shang Yong turned and bolted toward the exit. The situation had become too strange. At the very least, he needed to confirm this child’s identity before figuring out how to deal with them. The information they’d gathered was far from complete.

“Leaving already?” A voice with a teasing lilt sounded. A figure stood casually at the doorway, arms crossed, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Since Qiongyu Immortal Island has so many interesting things, why not stay a bit longer?”

The silver-white figure leaned lazily against the door. His enchanting smile made countless maids blush, while his long silver hair swayed gently. In his silver pupils flashed a trace of disdain. His identity was unmistakable now.

Shang Yong sucked in several sharp breaths. A magical beast that could take human form? How was that possible? Since when did Qiongyu Immortal Island have such a terrifying magical beast—on top of that monstrous kid?

“Hey,” Qing Yi said lazily, suddenly placing a large hand on Shang Yong’s shoulder, “what’s with all the swagger? In the end, you’re still crawling out like a grandson.”

Shang Yong’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He hurriedly dodged, but caught a fleeting blue glint in Qing Yi’s eyes. In that instant, it felt like gazing straight into hell. His entire body shuddered.

What was going on? Where did all these people come from?

“Shh, don’t scare him,” Yuwen Zhiyuan chuckled. “He’s preparing to run away.”

Adjusting his robe, Yuwen Zhiyuan strolled toward the two kids on the throne, raising an eyebrow with a smile. “Alright, enough fun. How should the people of Thunder be dealt with? You decide.”

“This is absurd! Who do you brats think you are, daring to trap me?!” Shang Yong roared furiously. Purple light burst from his body as his strength surged. He spun around and charged for the exit again.

Yuwen Zhiyuan shook his head, sighing. “Forcing your cultivation like this… you won’t be able to use qi for three months afterward. If we attacked you then, it’d be child’s play. Still, your life matters more. But tell me—do you really think you can escape?”

A black figure flickered. That slender form blocked the doorway first, dagger flashing like lightning. A contemptuous smile curled at the corners of his mouth. “Weak human.”

“You—!”

How was this possible? His speed was already incredible—how could he still be caught by this brat?!

Purple qi surged as Shang Yong was forced backward. He glared at Jiang Yu. “What are you exactly? How can you be faster than me?!”

Pfft!

Silver Wolf nearly burst out laughing.

Even if a human were fast, how could they outrun the naturally born Purple Bamboo? These beings could teleport—escape artists by nature. Did he really think they’d let him go that easily?

Not a chance.

Hearing Silver Wolf’s laughter, Shang Yong’s face grew even uglier. He kept retreating, eyes flashing wildly. Suddenly, he stomped the ground and lunged toward the two unprotected children instead.

Yuwen Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow. Did this old fool really think someone as big as him could just be ignored? Smiling wryly, he gathered purple qi in his right hand. “Do I look weak and easy to bully? I almost forgot to tell you—among us, the weakest is that kid who hasn’t fully grown yet. You can’t even beat him, and you think you can fight me?”

Boom!

His palm slammed forward, meeting the incoming sword. Two waves of purple qi collided, freezing the air. A golden barrier instantly formed, sealing the power within to prevent it from destroying the hall.

Shang Yong’s face turned ashen. Since when had Purple Venerables become so cheap? One ten-year-old Purple Venerable who broke his Bloodthirsty Grand Formation, and now another who casually knocked his Black Iron Sword away as if it were nothing.

This was a group of monsters!

Where did such monsters even come from?!

Panting heavily, Shang Yong’s hand trembled violently. Blood seeped from his grip where the sword had shaken his palm raw. “Who… who are you people?”

“Still asking?”

Silver Wolf rubbed his forehead helplessly and pointed at the two kids. “We’re all friends of their parents. Oh right—do you people of Thunder know who their parents are?”

Parents?

Shang Yong froze. He really didn’t know. When Thunder was founded, the rebellion on Qiongyu Immortal Island had already ended. Despite countless investigations, they only learned of the island master Baili Yan and these two children, Yi Zhui and Yi Meng. Everything else was a blank.

“Judging by your dumb look, you don’t know,” Silver Wolf said, shaking his head. “If you did, you’d have wet your pants already. Ever heard of Evil King Island?”

“That… yes,” Shang Yong replied stiffly. The Evil King was infamous—his methods ruthless beyond measure. Once you fell into his hands…

Suddenly realizing something, Shang Yong jolted, lifting his head to stare at Silver Wolf. He swallowed hard. “Are you saying… their father is—”

“Yep. The Evil King. Blood Demon Scythe and all—that’s his,” Silver Wolf said with a grin. “Want to meet him?”

Two figures had appeared without anyone noticing. Each held one child, seated calmly. The smiles on their faces made Shang Yong shudder. A blood-black scythe rested beside them. The resemblance between that weapon and the two children was uncanny.

Unacceptable. Completely unacceptable.

That black scythe—there was only one possibility.

The Blood Demon Scythe.

The man before him was the Evil King!

“Dad!”

Yi Zhui grabbed Luo Mingyu’s face and sprawled happily in his arms, raising his little fist as he glared at Shang Yong.

That confidence came from one thing only—his dad was back.

Now he was a fearless little demon king. No matter how big a mess he made, his father would clean it up!

“Mhm.” Luo Mingyu responded softly, smiling as he rubbed Yi Zhui’s head. His peripheral vision locked onto Shang Yong. “I hear you wanted to take over as the host?”

“N-no! Absolutely not!” Shang Yong’s face turned livid. His lips twitched violently as he wished he could slap himself. How could they have missed investigating this ancestor-level figure?!

Luo Mingyu raised an eyebrow, lazily propping his chin on his fingers, smiling but not smiling. “Oh? Are you saying I’m unreasonable—so unreasonable that I don’t even believe my own son? Yi Zhui, tell me. Why did this man come here?”

“Hmph. This old guy relied on his strength and saw that Grandma had left. He forcibly broke the barrier to steal the treasures of Qiongyu Immortal Island. Then he got greedy and wanted to take the entire island,” Yi Zhui said smugly. “Dad, how should we deal with him?”

Cold sweat poured down Shang Yong’s face as his body trembled. He clenched his fists inside his sleeves, straightened his back, and roared, “Evil King! That’s the truth—so what?! This is Qiongyu Immortal Island! Even if you’re his father, you have no right to interfere!”

“Old fool, have you truly gone senile?” Silver Wolf scratched his ear and shrugged. “Forgot to tell you—he has another identity.”

“That is… Saint Lord Luo Mingyu. Ever heard of him?”

“You—!” Luo Mingyu—the acknowledged heir of Qiongyu Immortal Island, a peerless genius of his generation. But how could that person possibly be the Evil King?!

Impossible.