Chapter 204: The Seventh Generation Lord Comes to Aid, Huangquan Lao Ren

That thousand-zhang blade glow was terrifying, splitting the heavens in two.

Accompanying the blade glow was a cold roar, like a demon god's bellow.

"Filth of the three sects—today you shall be exterminated!"

As these words fell, the thousand-zhang blade glow slashed down from the heavens.

With that single slash, nearly one-third of the three sects' cultivators were wiped out.

Blood sprayed, severed limbs flew through the air!

Screams of agony and wails of despair filled the air without end.

This sudden slash left everyone stunned, frozen like wooden statues.

Huangquan Lao Ren and others were even more terrified, their scalps prickling and hairs standing on end.

Though he was a Saint, he was only at the early stage of Sainthood.

That blade glow made Huangquan Lao Ren feel as if he were facing death itself.

"Who is it?!"

At that moment, every pair of eyes turned toward the source.

A middle-aged man clad in pitch-black battle armor, his aura as icy and demonic as a god of war, stepped through the air.

He held a blood-red battle blade, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, sweeping over Huangquan Lao Ren and the others.

"A Saint!"

Many cultivators cried out in shock.

Even in the Immortal Realm, Saints were not common, let alone in the lower realms.

And who was this sudden Saint, and why had he come to aid the Battle Demon Sect?

Just as doubts stirred in everyone's minds,

The remaining Battle Demon Sect cultivators widened their eyes, filled with utter astonishment.

This arriving man looked so much like their sect's revered former Lord!

Each generation of Battle Demon Sect Lords had statues enshrined within the sect, so they recognized him instantly.

The Battle Demon Sect Lord trembled, voice filled with disbelief: "Is… is it Lord Seventh Generation?"

At these words, all around fell silent.

The Battle Demon Sect's Seventh Generation Lord was a notorious brute known across the Sen Luo Continent.

In his era, the Battle Demon Sect reached its greatest glory.

Later, the Seventh Generation Lord vanished without a trace; some said he had ascended to the Immortal Realm.

And now, this sudden arrival—could he truly be the Seventh Generation Lord?

"This… this can't be!" Huangquan Lao Ren and others were stunned, their hearts reeling with shock.

In Gu Yuan's era, they were nothing but minor lackeys.

"I never imagined that three minor sects back then could now dare such things," Gu Yuan said, his gaze icy.

Hearing this, Huangquan Lao Ren's heart sank completely.

Without doubt, this sudden Saint was the Battle Demon Sect's Seventh Generation Lord.

Yet the three sects could not fathom why the Seventh Generation Lord had appeared precisely now.

"Sss… so it's that brute—he descended from the Immortal Realm?" Some onlookers from other sects drew sharp breaths.

The name Seventh Generation Lord Gu Yuan was known to all on the Sen Luo Continent.

The Immortal Realm prodigies had never heard of Gu Yuan; their eyes held faint pity.

"What good does this Seventh Generation Lord do? Does he dare interfere?"

"Exactly—even if he's a Saint, defying the Fallen God Son will bring him no good end."

These Immortal Realm prodigies had no faith in Gu Yuan.

Power level was only part of it.

Identity and background mattered just as much.

Gu Yuan might be a Saint, but he was a Saint from the lower realm—dare he provoke the Fallen God Son?

The Battle Demon Sect Lord and others felt their joy fade.

Huangquan Lao Ren realized it too.

Their shock and fear vanished, replaced by calm composure.

Huangquan Lao Ren spoke slowly: "Seventh Generation Lord, I never expected you to appear—but do you know whose orders we followed in destroying the Battle Demon Sect?"

Gu Yuan's eyes flashed with cold light: "I don't care who ordered you—today, not only your three sects, but even those behind you will die!"

"How dare you disrespect the Fallen God Son!" Huangquan Lao Ren roared.

At that moment, a calm, cool voice rang out.

"What is the Fallen God Son?"

As the voice echoed, a lion's roar shook the distant sky—nine-headed lions pulled a carriage forward.

Dongxuan Lao Zu, Yi Yu, and others followed closely beside.

"Another Saint?" The Sen Luo Continent cultivators were stunned once more.

But the Immortal Realm prodigies' gazes fixed on the nine-headed lions pulling the carriage.

"Nine-headed lions as chariot beasts… could it be…?" Some Immortal Realm prodigies exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

If the Fallen God Son made them wary and fearful,

Then that one… was someone they could only look up to—someone from an entirely different world.

"Hmph? And who are you?" Huangquan Lao Ren raised an eyebrow.

Dongxuan Lao Zu's Saintly aura made Huangquan Lao Ren's heart tremble again.

This Saint looked like a mere attendant.

Gu Yuan, seeing Jun Xiaoyao arrive, bowed from afar: "My lord has come."

"What?!"

Seeing Gu Yuan's gesture, every Sen Luo Continent cultivator stood speechless.

Gu Yuan, the legendary Seventh Generation Lord of the Battle Demon Sect, had become someone else's servant?

The Battle Demon Sect cultivators were utterly bewildered.

This was nothing like the lofty, revered Seventh Generation Lord they had imagined.

Yan Qingying lifted her pale, delicate face.

Though blind, her gaze still turned toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Who could be worthy of being called "lord" by a warrior as mighty as the Seventh Generation Lord?

Could he rival the Fallen God Son?

Seeing this scene, the Immortal Realm prodigies suddenly jolted awake.

They now knew exactly who sat inside the carriage.

One by one, the Immortal Realm prodigies stepped forward and bowed: "We pay homage to the Divine Son!"

This scene stunned the Sen Luo Continent cultivators beyond measure.

They had never seen these arrogant Immortal Realm prodigies show such reverence and awe.

Even Huangquan Lao Ren's heart lurched.

Even a fool could tell—the person in the carriage was not just an Immortal Realm prodigy, but of the highest status.

Earlier, even hearing the name "Fallen God Son" had only made them cautious.

Now, they were bowing of their own accord.

The difference was immense.

"Why bother? Just kill them. Using the Fallen God Son as a shield? Ridiculous!"

From within the carriage, Jun Xiaoyao's voice dripped with cold disdain.

"Yes!"

With Jun Xiaoyao's backing, Gu Yuan was finally at ease.

He swung his blade straight at Huangquan Lao Ren.

"No… you can't do this! The Fallen God Son won't forgive you!"

Huangquan Lao Ren desperately defended himself, screaming in terror.

But his words only drew cold mockery from the Immortal Realm prodigies.

"How naive—the Fallen God Son means nothing before the Jun Family Divine Son!"

"Exactly—who has ever feared the Jun Family Divine Son in status?"

The Immortal Realm prodigies looked upon the three-sect alliance with mockery and pity.

The three sects were finished.

And the Fallen God Son? He had kicked a steel plate.