Chapter 227: Mastering the Ultimate Technique: Li Hao Enters the Arena (Combined Chapter)

The formation violently trembled as five spirit beasts of the Third Imperishable Realm burst forth, roaring at Lu Yuan.

But Lu Yuan merely narrowed his eyes, and the five spirit beasts froze in place, unable to move.

The gap in their realms was too vast; the ancient true dragon aura radiating from Lu Yuan instinctively terrified other demons.

Lu Yuan sneered, then raised his hand again, preparing to bring down his third palm strike.

But at that moment, a sudden clear, sharp cry—like a low hum—raced toward them from deep within the city.

It pierced through the formation, a sword cleaving the air!

In an instant, it slashed toward Lu Yuan's palm.

Lu Yuan's eyes flicked up; facing the crimson-gold blade, he coated his palm with dark scales, refusing to dodge, instead clenching directly toward the sword's edge.

Sssss!

The sword qi, powerful as ten thousand tons, merely ruffled Lu Yuan's hair; the blade scraped against his palm, sparking violent lightning.

The dark scales, like divine weapons, remained unscathed after the friction—and seized Long Xiao Sword!

"Merely a divine weapon…"

Lu Yuan sneered, ready to crush it and ruin the blade—but suddenly, the sword erupted in a dragon's roar; the true dragon sword spirit burst forth, followed by the spirit of the black bird demon king and the ghostly soul of Wan Ku Wanku Wanku Gui Niang.

Now, all their spirits were subjugated by the true dragon sword spirit, stripped of their former memories and consciousness, retaining only the obsession to guard the sword.

Roar!

The dragon spirit growled, utterly unfazed by Lu Yuan's dragon aura, spewing a river of sword qi straight at him.

The black bird demon king and Wan Ku Wanku Wanku Gui Niang unleashed their strongest demonic arts; countless feathered wings coalesced into a storm, whirling toward Lu Yuan.

Waves of chilling, ghostly winds drifted from Wan Ku Wanku Wanku Gui Niang's body, blotting out sky and earth, forming countless spectral shadows that coalesced into a massive dark silhouette—faceless, yet raising a hand to crush down upon Lu Yuan, as if aiming to shatter the earth beneath him too.

The three demon king sword spirits struck simultaneously, unleashing terrifying power far surpassing the five spirits within the formation.

Lu Yuan's eyes flicked up, fixing on the true dragon sword spirit, and sneered:

"When I shatter this sword, I'll free you—save you from being enslaved by these humans."

He seemed to recognize the true dragon sword spirit's former identity; his arms instantly became covered in dragon scales, then coalesced into fists, unleashing a barrage of blows.

The ghostly shadow's descending palm was shattered by his countless fist shadows; the sky's dark veils dissolved.

The storm of killing wings was ripped apart by his roar; his figure surged forward, ascending the river of true dragon sword qi against its current.

These sword qi did not strike him—they were blocked by a unique defensive aura.

He stepped backward along the sword river, raised his fist, and smashed down with crushing force, dragging the sword qi into collapse; countless blades shattered as his fist slammed into the true dragon sword spirit.

The sword spirit shrieked in pain, shuddered, and was flung back into Long Xiao Sword.

Lu Yuan's body instantly appeared before Long Xiao Sword, both hands gripping the blade tightly.

Just as he attempted to snap the divine weapon, his eyes suddenly flickered—he turned his head sideways.

There, a boy's figure walked from beyond the city, emerging from empty air.

His steps were slow, yet he radiated an otherworldly, transcendent aura, as if fused with the surrounding heavens and earth.

Each step shortened distances of dozens of li.

In mere steps, he stood not far from Lu Yuan's side.

They locked gazes; Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed—this aura, combined with the intelligence he'd gathered, left no doubt: this was his target.

That human prodigy.

"Third Imperishable Realm…"

Lu Yuan sensed the boy's aura, his eyes narrowing; at such a young age, Third Imperishable Realm? In demonkind, this would be the reincarnation of an ancient demon king.

But.

No matter how gifted, talent means nothing before absolute power.

He smirked faintly; the thrill of personally crushing a peerless prodigy surpassed devouring a million humans.

"Staying outside the city? Don't you dare hide behind the formation? Boy, you're brave."

Lu Yuan chuckled.

Like an old man smiling warmly, chatting with a neighborhood child.

"You dare come alone? You're brave too."

Li Hao smiled back.

Though smiling, his heart was grim.

He sensed the abyssal, restrained power radiating from the opponent—undoubtedly, this demon king surpassed any he'd faced before; likely a peerless realm cultivator on par with Second Master!

Demon kings who entered the Peerless Realm possessed their own ultimate killing techniques.

And these techniques could only unleash true power when paired with their martial realm; even if others learned them and refined them to perfection or even true form, they could never replicate that power.

"So young, so arrogant—let's see if your mouth is harder than your sword!"

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes and sneered.

He suddenly clenched his palm, trying to crush Long Xiao Sword.

Though the boy gave him an odd feeling—unlike any other Third Imperishable Realm—he'd already witnessed the sword's power; it was nothing special.

Stronger than ordinary Third Imperishable Realm cultivators, but against a Fourth Standing Realm, even a Reverse Fate cultivator could be easily crushed.

He couldn't fathom how such a fool had slaughtered across the borderlands, forcing Reverse Fate cultivators to flee.

Zzzzz!

As he squeezed, Long Xiao Sword suddenly trembled.

A vast force of weapon control surged onto the blade.

Brilliant golden light erupted—this moment, Li Hao's true self seized control of Long Xiao Sword, no longer manipulated by his shadow form.

With a sharp *clang*, the blade's sword qi exploded, instantly shredding Lu Yuan's dragon scales, slipping free like an eel, and yanking violently from his grip!

As the sword withdrew, it roared with dragon's voice; the wounded true dragon sword spirit, now flooded with Li Hao's immense power, quickly recovered, revealing its true form and unleashing a thunderous, furious roar.

Lu Yuan's face darkened; he opened his palm, staring at the cracks in his dragon scales, his gaze slowly turning icy.

Then, cold killing intent surfaced in his eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood the source of the boy's strange aura.

The boy had been hiding his strength!

He'd dared to hide his strength—even before me!

Lu Yuan turned, fixing his gaze on Li Hao, ignoring the terrifying true dragon sword spirit, and said coldly: "You're better than I imagined."

"You talk too much."

Li Hao raised his hand; Long Xiao Sword spun through the air, carving arcs before surging forward again.

Its speed surpassed its previous velocity tenfold!

In an instant, it arrived, its wind shear dragging clouds across the sky and lifting dust from the ground hundreds of zhang below.

Lu Yuan's eyes glowed purple; he struck instantly, palm exploding with lightning, sending hundreds of bolts to strike the blade, neutralizing its edge, then clenching again.

Long Xiao Sword trembled; as his fingers touched it, they were deflected, then the blade spun rapidly, slicing across his chest.

The sword light pierced his defensive aura, cut through his robes, yet scraped against his chest, sparking fire.

Dragon scales surfaced beneath Lu Yuan's human skin—he no longer concealed them. Though unharmed, his eyes burned with fury.

Purple qi boiled from his body; he slammed his palm outward, lightning crackling around him like a thunder prison, hurling torrents of violet lightning at Long Xiao Sword, while a massive palm imprint, wreathed in thunder and flame, descended upon the blade.

Boom! Long Xiao Sword was pinned, slammed into a mountain dozens of li away, piercing through its peak.

Then it flashed back as golden light, howling toward Lu Yuan once more.

The three demon king sword spirits entwined around the blade, amplifying its power exponentially, its killing aura piercing the heavens.

Lu Yuan struck repeatedly, each palm imprint exploding outward, lightning circling the nine heavens, cracking the ground beyond the formation.

Sword light and palm imprints clashed and annihilated each other; terrifying energy scattered, striking the formation and triggering waves of divine runes.

On the city walls, countless soldiers gathered, unable to intervene, watching helplessly as this dazzling battle unfolded.

Heirs of noble families had gathered here to visit Li Hao—and now, for the first time, they witnessed the legendary boy fighting in person.

Previously, Li Hao had slain fifty thousand demons with one sword; they'd seen the blade, not the man, so some had secretly doubted whether he was even the true wielder.

But now, the boy stood outside the formation, battling this monstrous demon king, silencing those who'd maliciously doubted him, leaving them stunned and speechless.

Boom!

Suddenly, Lu Yuan slammed his palm down, striking Long Xiao Sword directly, dimming much of its divine radiance.

His hand had become a dragon claw; dragon scales now covered his face and neck—he was half-demonized.

He was furious: how could a Third Imperishable Realm defy him so easily, forcing him to unleash his true power?

Seeing Long Xiao Sword charging again, he drew a deep breath, dropped all restraint, and unleashed his ultimate technique—intent on killing the boy swiftly, then slaughtering the city to quell his rage.

He raised both claws; dark clouds gathered overhead.

Amidst the oppressive pressure, a wild wind surged through heaven and earth.

Distant thunder rumbled from within the clouds.

"Ultimate Thunder Dao!"

Lu Yuan's eyes turned icy; he raised his hand, and countless bolts of lightning were ripped from the clouds—like drawing a sword forged from storm.

The lightning exploded, flickering under his control, slashing toward Li Hao.

Li Hao's gaze hardened; he twisted his palm, and Long Xiao Sword erupted with sword aura, condensing countless sword qi like fine rain, shooting forth at blinding speed.

This was a sword art he'd created overnight, fusing countless sword techniques.

Sword Extreme: Spring and Autumn.

Four forms total—this was the first: Spring Rain.

These sword qi contained strange power—not pure killing techniques, but with extreme penetration, seeping into the opponent's body.

Compared to the sword tide, penetration doubled.

But that bolt of lightning shot forth, and in an instant, countless sword qi shattered; the lightning surged along the sword qi, spreading faster.

Li Hao's pupils contracted—this lightning could travel along the sword qi, as if enveloping the surrounding heavens and earth, arriving at will.

Is this the power of the Ultimate Skill realm?

Compared to his opponent's Ultimate Skill, his sword techniques still seemed immature.

Li Hao instantly transformed; sword light blazed like a blazing sun, slashing straight into the thunder.

Boom! The sword light shattered, the lightning exploded into blinding white radiance, and a mournful cry echoed from Long Xiao Sword.

"Die!"

Lu Yuan's gaze was icy; no matter the techniques, before his Ultimate Skill—Tian Wuji Thunder Dao—they would all be destroyed.

At that moment, a sudden flash of cold light struck.

Lu Yuan's expression changed slightly—he saw a gray shadow hurtling toward him, piercing straight for his spine.

"Get lost!"

He roared, having anticipated that the boy had a Four-Standing cultivator secretly guarding him, but he hadn't even sensed how the attacker had closed in.

In that instant, his entire body erupted with power; dragon scales trembled, spewing scorching airwaves as he slammed his hand forward.

A sharp piercing sound rang out—the attacker was Feng Bo Ping—but when his strike struck the opponent's spine, he froze: it felt like piercing divine iron.

No wonder Li Hao's Long Xiao Sword couldn't scratch him—even his five-cast divine weapon failed to break through!

In that split second, a terrifying claw descended.

Feng Bo Ping barely raised his arm and yanked back, but the claw still struck his forearm; lightning surged through him, stiffening and convulsing his body as he was flung backward.

"Old Feng!"

Li Hao's face changed instantly—but before him, the exploding thunder sword struck; he roared, his body's qi surging into Gang qi, while behind him, the phantom of the Immovable Wisdom King appeared.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Li Hao unleashed consecutive punches; he was locked in by the thunder's dao rhythm, unable to dodge—only to endure!

The phantom of the Immovable Wisdom King behind him also raised its hands; six additional arms unfolded from its armpits, totaling eight, hammering wildly.

Boom!

The lightning exploded, and Li Hao's body was flung backward.

The instant his fists touched the lightning, he felt electric currents forcing his body into uncontrollable convulsions and stiffness.

This was his opponent's Ultimate Skill—beyond its terrifying destructive power, it could paralyze the body, leaving one helpless to endure blows.

Li Hao rose from the ground; his clothing had torn into strips, but vital areas were layered-protected by his object-control power, preventing complete disintegration.

He glanced at his fists—they were charred black, skin split, flesh exposed.

Yet within moments, the charred cracks visibly healed; dead skin peeled away, restoring him to pristine condition.

Li Hao stepped forward, seeing Lu Yuan chasing after Old Feng—he immediately activated the Heaven-Earth Invisibility Technique and raced after him.

"Hm?"

Seeing Li Hao still hopping around, Lu Yuan's face darkened—he'd survived a direct hit from his Ultimate Skill, but now he acted as if nothing had happened?

"Die!"

Li Hao roared, charging forward with his fists.

The might of the Half-Invincible Fist surged with each step, stirring gales as it slammed toward Lu Yuan.

The colossal fist power, combined with the Immovable Wisdom King phantom behind him, came crashing down.

Lu Yuan's eyes blazed with fury; blazing thunder erupted from his entire body. He raised both hands, palms brimming with divine lightning, striking again at Li Hao.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two instantly clashed in close combat, fists and palms colliding, lightning exploding.

The air around them trembled; even the residual shockwaves could shake the bloodlines of Heavenly Realm masters, inflicting grave injuries.

Li Hao activated numerous body-refining true states; each time he took a hit, he channeled the Supreme Body technique to evade.

Below the Four-Standing realm, this would work—no one could even touch him—but his opponent's dao rhythm locked onto him.

Still, the Supreme Body worked: though struck, the attack's power weakened significantly, and the lightning entering his body, transformed by the Supreme Body, shortened the paralysis effect.

As other body-refining true states activated, Li Hao's body became unified; strange phenomena surrounded him; the lightning enveloped him, yet he moved through it, his body scorched by thunder and fire, only to heal instantly.

Li Hao inhaled celestial qi, drawing in surrounding heavenly power; his fists and kicks carried the force of ten million tons.

This was billions of catties of power—capable of moving mountains and severing seas, terrifying beyond measure.

With the Heavenly Meridians fully connected, Li Hao's capacity to draw heavenly power increased tenfold or more; unlike other states, the Heavenly Meridians weren't temporary—they could be maintained indefinitely, like a passive ability.

Boom!

A violent shock erupted; the lightning in Lu Yuan's palm scattered, his palms numb, some scales oozing blood.

Lu Yuan's pupils contracted, his heart shaken—this boy was like a living beast of destruction, possessing such terrifying strength?!

He was a true dragon who had cultivated for ten thousand years, his strength unmatched—even the Barbarian Bear Clan looked puny before him; in the same realm, his strength was supreme—yet now he was suppressed by Li Hao, who was lower in realm!

"Damn it!"

Lu Yuan grew angrier with each strike, and suddenly unleashed his true form.

Roar!

His body coiled, transforming into a massive purple-black dragon, soaring into the sky.

Then, he drew vast amounts of thunder power from the storm clouds, diving down, his claws glowing with terrifying lightning.

Li Hao's eyes tightened; he roared and activated his Divine Power state, his physical strength surging tenfold again!

But more important than the increased power was the enhancement of his physique—his self-healing, reflexes, perception, and resistance all increased tenfold.

Crimson-gold radiance erupted from every fiber of his flesh, like a golden deity; he roared, stomping the earth, combining the Half-Invincible Fist with the Heaven-Connecting Fist's intent, and smashed forward.

Infinite fist power seemed ready to split heaven and earth; thunderous roars erupted, countless lightning bolts like flaming swords shot forth.

The overwhelming aura made those on the city walls struggle to see; their eyes burned, their scalps prickled, their breaths choked by the sheer pressure.

Li Hao's flesh kept tearing under the lightning strikes, yet though his surface looked severely damaged, the wounds ran shallow.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan in his true form was enraged—what kind of physique was this? He couldn't destroy it?

He felt Li Hao's body was harder than divine weapons—or rather, it was a living divine weapon!

But the opponent was only at the Three Imperishable realm—how could his body be refined to this degree?

He had cultivated for ten thousand years and barely achieved a physique comparable to a six-cast divine weapon—yet Li Hao's physique seemed no weaker!

In the lightning, Li Hao appeared bathed in thunderfire, his body blackened with cracks—but in Divine Power state, his flesh regenerated at an absurd rate; the charred skin fell away like empty shells.

His blood and vital energy were replenished by absorbing heavenly power through the Heavenly Meridians; as long as power flowed, regeneration continued.

At this moment, Li Hao felt nearly immortal.

His gaze was sharp as he stared at the roaring purple dragon; this was his first battle against an Ultimate Skill cultivator—stronger than he imagined—but since opening his Heavenly Meridians, he had refined his physique by studying numerous top-tier Heavenly Tower scriptures.

His own growth had become terrifyingly beyond expectation; his earlier assessment was correct—Long Xiao Sword couldn't harm his current physique.

Especially now, in Divine Power state, his physique's defense surged tenfold; the lightning that once caused him pain now only brought slight numbness—no paralysis at all.

"Die!"

Li Hao roared, leaping skyward, dragging infinite might; the earth cracked beneath him as his body surged forward like a war god toward Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan roared in fury; hearing Li Hao's words ignited his dragon blood, surging to his brain. He shot upward, swallowing all the lightning and thunder from the storm clouds into his mouth.

"ROAR!!"

He unleashed his ultimate technique—the final form of Tian Wuji Thunder Dao: Thunder Dao Annihilation!

His hundreds-of-zhang body blazed with lightning from tail to head; the blazing light condensed into a single point and shot forth.

Li Hao stared at the blinding lightning—before it even reached him, his skin felt like it was peeling and tearing.

His heart contracted, spurting golden blood; his entire body boiled; his flesh sensed the danger and automatically tensed to its utmost.

Without hesitation, Li Hao entered the Transcendent Immortal state; power surged as if scooping a gourd of water from heaven and earth.

Boom!

Violent heavenly power surged through the Heavenly Meridians into his body; his aura exploded like a wild beast.

Li Hao's eyes blazed with brilliance, radiating supreme pressure.

"Is this your limit? My Fist Is Invincible!!"

Li Hao roared, stepping forward, gathering heaven and earth's might, and smashed out a single punch.

The fist power surged upward, defying the lightning.

The Transcendent Immortal state climbed rapidly to thirty percent—his original limit—but now, his flesh showed no signs of tearing.

Boom!

Infinite fist power rippled; lightning shattered; heaven and earth thundered.

The ground beyond the formation trembled violently.

The storm clouds above were shattered by the fist's force; dawn's clear sky appeared.

Lu Yuan spat blood; the residual punch force struck his jaw, knocking loose several dragon fangs, each two or three meters long.

His strength drained; he stared in terror at Li Hao—who now charged at him with wild hair, drawing surrounding heavenly power, still radiating overwhelming might, showing no sign of fatigue.

The aura surrounding Li Hao made him seem otherworldly, detached from mortal existence; Lu Yuan's pupils contracted—a distant memory buried deep in his mind surfaced; he gasped:

"You're not from here?!"

Li Hao was about to strike, but froze at this sudden question.

Can he see through my transmigration?

"You're from the Sacred Clan of Da Huang Tian?"

Lu Yuan exclaimed in shock, his voice trembling.

These words made Li Hao exhale in relief—he'd been terrified.

He'd almost thought his greatest secret had been uncovered.

"Die!"

Li Hao answered with a punch.

Lu Yuan saw the killing intent in Li Hao's eyes and was seized by dread; he spun around instantly, turning into purple light and fleeing at top speed.

Though he could still fight, his strongest technique had been shattered by Li Hao, and the boy hadn't even suffered serious injury—it sent shivers through him, too terrifying.

Is this the Three Imperishables?

Is this fucking the Three Imperishables?!

He felt as if he'd seen a ghost; terrifying memories kept rising in his mind, all he wanted was to escape.

"Want to run?!"

Li Hao naturally wouldn't let him go—letting a dragon return to the mountains would bring endless trouble, especially one of the Ultimate Mastery realm.

Since you've come, don't leave!

"Old Wind, guard Cangya City for me—I'll be back soon!"

Li Hao shouted.

Feng Bo Ping had been wounded earlier and had just suppressed it; he was about to assist Li Hao when he saw Li Hao drive off the Ultimate Mastery old dragon.

He felt the power of their battle most acutely—this boy, whom he had protected all the way from Qingzhou, had already grown to a height he could no longer reach.

Seeing Li Hao vanish into the distance using the Heaven and Earth No Trace Art, Feng Bo Ping's lips twitched again, revealing a bitter smile—but then he burst into loud, joyful laughter.

He knew that from this day forward, no one in the world could bind this true dragon, Li Hao!

Meanwhile, Li Hao had already chased after Lu Yuan, the old dragon.

Both moved at incredible speed; the two-hundred-li-long Longguan Road was crossed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Yuan fled at full speed, but found the boy behind him closing the distance even faster!

The strange body technique he used—hundreds of li in an instant—like a ghost—kept drawing nearer.

His heart trembled—could this boy really be fifteen?

Even if he'd cultivated since birth, how could he possibly master everything?!"

Seeing Li Hao about to catch up, Lu Yuan flipped his palm and summoned a Sacred Heart Treasure Talisman, igniting it.

The talisman turned into red light, encircling him and instantly boosting his speed, throwing Li Hao far behind.

Li Hao stared in surprise, instantly understanding what had happened; his face darkened with killing intent, but he didn't pause—he kept chasing.

Tianmen Pass was guarded by Old Wind, and had just endured such a battle; the demonic forces had likely sent their absolute limit—a single Ultimate Mastery cultivator.

He no longer needed to worry about Cangya City's safety—he would hunt down and kill this old dragon, no matter how far he ran.

Otherwise, after suffering such a wound, when he was no longer stationed at Cangya City, the old dragon would surely seize the chance to destroy the place that had shamed him.

Therefore, he must die!!

Li Hao followed the demonic aura, unleashing his full power.

The Heaven and Earth Veins continuously drew in surrounding heavenly energy, turning it into endless propulsion; though he hadn't yet used the Unfailing Power, the replenishment from the Heaven and Earth Veins was equivalent to half of it.

He could expend his strength freely, without restraint.

In the blink of an eye, Li Hao followed the demonic aura for thousands of li!

Along the way, he crossed cities, rivers, lakes, and mountains; when he reached ten thousand li, he finally saw the old dragon again.

"Brat, you're relentless!"

Seeing Li Hao hurtling toward him, Lu Yuan's calm mood snapped back into tension—he was both shocked and furious.

He ignored rest and healing, charging forward at full speed again.

He'd planned to reach the frontlines, hoping to join Yin Lady in killing the Desert Sword Saint first, then turn back to deal with Li Hao—but now that Li Hao was chasing him, he'd have to lead him there.

"You're a dragon, yet all you know is run?!"

Li Hao chased from behind, fearing Lu Yuan might summon another Sacred Heart Treasure Talisman to escape, and shouted taunts.

Lu Yuan roared: "I'll make you die when I turn back!"

"Have the guts to turn around now!"

"Aaaah, brat, I'll kill you!"

Lu Yuan was nearly mad with rage—already humiliated, now mocked by Li Hao, he felt his honor stripped bare.

Boom!

As he spoke, Li Hao had already closed in.

He suddenly accelerated and slammed out a punch.

The fist's force shook the air, striking directly on Lu Yuan's tailbone, sending his body tumbling forward through the air.

Lu Yuan was furious but didn't stop to fight; instead, he pulled out two more talismans—but these weren't Sacred Heart Treasure Talismans, just Spirit Talismans, far weaker in effect.

The talismans ignited, wrapping his body and propelling him forward again.

As he fled further, racing thousands of li, Lu Yuan heard the sounds of battle and saw, at the far end of the plain, Liangzhou's second defensive line.

Outside the line, a vast, swirling horde of demonic armies surrounded them.

Yet now, these armies stood still, merely stationed beyond the line, as if waiting for something.

He knew—they were waiting for his reinforcement; after all, that bird demon from Huang Tianji Palace had said they needed him to break the formation.

"Damn it, where's Yin Lady? Hasn't she arrived yet?!" Lu Yuan roared.

They'd agreed the Grand Void cultivator would lead the charge—but this most defiant figure of Liangzhou was probably the one he'd just encountered.

Encountering him was one thing—he'd come to kill him anyway—but what truly enraged him was that he'd lost.

Now seeing the Grand Void cultivator so idle and incompetent, his fury boiled over.

But before he could explode, the howling behind him was already drawing near.

Lu Yuan turned back and saw Li Hao's pursuing figure; his heart burned with rage as he charged toward the demonic army and roared:

"Demonic hordes, listen! Kill this human!"

His roar shook the land, echoing for a hundred li.

All demons resting on the plain were startled awake.

And the defenders on the ramparts inside the line heard the thunderous roar as well.

Bai Bai Shenjun and the other Grand Void cultivators and Demon Kings of Longmen, waiting outside the line, heard Lu Yuan's roar—some were stunned and puzzled, turning to look, and saw Lu Yuan's true form racing toward them.

But now, Lu Yuan's scales were shattered in many places, exposing bloody flesh caked with dust—he looked battered.

"??"

Many Demon Kings were bewildered.

What's going on?

Lu Yuan, an Ultimate Mastery cultivator, in his true form, ended up looking this way?!

Soon, they saw a dark shadow rapidly approaching behind Lu Yuan.

Bai Bai Shenjun focused his divine gaze—and when he recognized the shadow, his pupils shrank in horror.

Is that boy, the demon god?

How did he get here?

Wait.

Is an Ultimate Mastery Lu Yuan being chased by him?!

Bai Bai Shenjun, seeing this, froze in disbelief.

On the distant ramparts.

Li Li Tiangang, Li Li Xuanli, and others were startled by the roar; dawn light bathed the ramparts as they gazed into the distance.

"It's a Demon King!"

Seeing Lu Yuan's figure, Li Li Tiangang and the others' pupils shrank—they were stunned.

Especially Li Li Tiangang, who had fought across the land and inherited Li Li Junye's True Dragon position, leading the Li family—he knew more intelligence, and instantly recognized the Demon King as the Elder of Longmen.

Lu Yuan!

It's him!

An Ultimate Mastery Demon King—he came too?!

Li Li Tiangang was shocked, but remembering that Yin Lady, a Grand Void cultivator, had already been encountered, Lu Yuan's appearance didn't seem entirely unexpected.

"Hm?"

At that moment, Li Li Tiangang and Li Li Xuanli both noticed another dark shadow approaching behind Lu Yuan.

They focused their gaze, and soon recognized the shadow's form.

"Hao'er?"

Li Li Xuanli was stunned.

Li Li Tiangang froze as well.