Chapter 1680

Because, on that war chariot, he sensed a dangerous aura that made his heart tremble.

Meanwhile, the other races were ecstatic.

They had not expected the Demon Court to arrive at this moment.

Moreover, this time they had sent a Saint of the Ninth Reckoning.

If the opponent struck, the Han army would surely be unable to hold.

Thus, no one doubted the Demon Court's resolve.

"Your Majesty, what do we do now!"

Yang Jian asked cautiously.

After all, the Demon Court's strength was indeed formidable.

"Hmph! A mere Saint of the Ninth Reckoning—am I afraid? Kill them for me!"

Ximen Wudi coldly roared.

He had never wished to deal with the Demon Court.

But since they had come to bully him directly,

there was no reason not to fight.

As his voice fell,

a mighty lion army surged forward first.

This battle was truly earth-shattering.

Infinite energy rippled through the void.

Wherever it passed, the Demon Court's war chariots shattered piece by piece.

And those who had surrendered sighed in relief.

No matter what, the Zhou Dynasty had finally agreed to protect them.

At the same time, the Demon Court's warriors burst from their chariots.

And clashed with Ximen Wudi's troops.

These Demon Court warriors were covered in thick Mao Fa.

Like claws.

Each swipe of their claws

left countless Zhou soldiers dead on the spot.

"Roar!"

Ximen Wudi's mount, Bai Hu, let out a deafening roar to the sky.

Its sharp fangs gleamed with a chilling luster.

As its wings flapped, scorching flames spread in all directions.

"Chirp!"

Feng Wu led her army, transforming into streaks of light, charging straight at the Demon Court warriors.

Their strength had reached Saint Eighth Reckoning.

This breakthrough had occurred only recently.

Thus, when combined with the Phoenix Battle Robe, their might was overwhelming.

For a time, they forced the Demon Court warriors into steady retreat.

"Roar!"

Seeing this, Ximen Wudi bellowed in fury.

His body shot forward instantly.

At this moment, he no longer cared to conceal his realm.

Vast golden spiritual power swirled around him.

He clenched his fist and smashed it directly toward the Demon Court Leader.

"Crack!"

The fist aura burst into brilliant light in midair.

The Leader's face twisted in horror.

He had never imagined the Zhou people's strength could be so brutal.

But now, it was too late for words.

The fist aura struck his skull instantly.

"Boom!"

As the boom echoed, his body shattered apart.

A Saint of the Ninth Reckoning had just perished.

This left all the surrounding races stunned.

They felt it was unbelievable.

The Lord of the Demon Court had been so easily slain.

The Zhou Dynasty's strength was terrifying indeed.

At the very moment the Demon Court Leader perished,

the figure who had just stepped down from the chariot also reacted.

This man was none other than the Master of the Divine Demon Temple.

Back then, he had been utterly routed before Ximen Wudi.

Now, returning once more, his heart seethed with hatred for Ximen Wudi.

Moreover, the demon race of today were the descendants of Lord Donghuang Taiyi.

He was confident that his own talent far surpassed that of Lord Donghuang Taiyi.

Therefore, how could he possibly regard Ximen Wudi as worth noticing?

Therefore, the moment he stepped onto the arena, he pointed at Ximen Wudi and spoke.

"How dare you! You dare wound an expert of my Demon Court — you're seeking death!"

His voice was filled with fury.

His body lunged toward Ximen Wudi to kill.

And at the same time.

The guards by that man's side also surged forward to attack one after another.

Their strength was no mean matter.

The weakest among them was already at the fifth or sixth level of Sage.

But once they got close to Ximen Wudi, they were blasted flying in an instant.

At this moment, Ximen Wudi radiated an overwhelming, domineering aura from his entire body.

"Hahaha, this time the Great Han is finished.

This Demon Court is famed as the thirteenth-ranked existence among the Three Thousand Worlds — how could they possibly lose!"

Someone spoke up.

Not only he — at this moment, everyone thought the same.

In this battle, the Great Han was bound to lose without a doubt.

After all, the disparity in high-end combat power between the two sides was simply too great.

Only, just after the voices of the crowd had fallen silent.

A figure charged toward Ximen Wudi to attack.

His entire body was covered in scales.

An arm-thick tail swung ceaselessly.

Like a steel whip, it lashed out toward Ximen Wudi.

This was the clan chief of the Dragon Crocodile race.

His strength was also extraordinary.