"Hah, relying on you? Li Xiaotian, I truly don't know where you get the nerve to say such things. With the three of us killing you now, it's not underestimating you. Even if you had heaven-defying abilities, you'd still die today!"
Mo Lao Jiu declared arrogantly, his face filled with disdain. Mo Lao Ba and Mo Lao San beside him also let out sneers, their eyes brimming with mockery.
They were all prodigies from different eras of the Demon Race, unrivaled in their respective generations, possessing absolute confidence in their strength.
Although they knew Li Xiaotian was not weak, they believed that facing the combined assault of the three of them, Li Xiaotian could only meet one outcome: death!
"Heh heh."
Hearing the sneers from Mo Lao Jiu and the others, Li Xiaotian showed no anger. He simply smiled faintly, casually glanced at them, and then said softly, "Then I shall send you to your deaths."
"Pfft!"
As soon as his words fell, Li Xiaotian moved instantly. He brought his fingers together and unleashed a powerful sword qi, instantly severing one of Mo Lao Jiu's arms.
Blood splattered everywhere. For a moment, Mo Lao Jiu and his companions froze, stunned. They could never have imagined that Li Xiaotian would dare to make the first move against them, launching a sudden attack!
The sword qi erupted too quickly, faster than lightning! It had directly severed Mo Lao Jiu's arm, and blood sprayed wildly.
"Bastard!"
"Li Xiaotian!"
Mo Lao Jiu and the other two exploded with rage, their eyes turning red. It had all happened too suddenly; they had not anticipated it at all.
"Die!"
Mo Lao Jiu roared, his terrifying aura erupting. The sky instantly became overcast with dark clouds, and lightning flashed. He directly elevated his state to its peak, intending to cleash down upon Li Xiaotian and wash away the humiliation.
"Boom!"
Mo Lao Jiu lunged towards Li Xiaotian, like a dragon emerging from the sea. His strength was terrifyingly immense.
But in the next moment, Li Xiaotian initiated the offense, launching a punch.
"Bang!"
With an explosion, Mo Lao Jiu's body instantly disintegrated.
"This is impossible!"
Just before his body was destroyed, Mo Lao Jiu shouted, his eyes filled with disbelief and unwillingness. He couldn't believe he couldn't even withstand a single punch from Li Xiaotian; this was simply impossible!
But in the next instant, a sense of fatal crisis washed over him as Li Xiaotian's devouring power swept towards him.
"No!"
"Save me!"
Mo Lao Jiu cried out, his heart filled with terror. Although his body had exploded, with his strength, his consciousness remained. He could naturally feel everything.
But it was all too late. Mo Lao San and Mo Lao Ba, who were behind him, rushed forward to rescue him, but they had no idea how to counter the devouring power. They could only watch with their own eyes as Mo Lao Jiu completely vanished before them.
At this moment, the scene fell silent.
Mo Lao San and Mo Lao Ba stared at Li Xiaotian with disbelief.
Mo Lao Jiu had been killed in a single blow. It was as if they were dreaming; it was too hard for them to believe!
"Lao Jiu!"
The two then roared, their anger reaching its peak. Terrifying auras erupted, and various lights danced as they attacked Li Xiaotian together.
"Buzz!"
However, Li Xiaotian's speed was even faster. With a single sword strike, he again cleaved out, swifter than Mo Lao San and Mo Lao Ba's actions.
With a buzzing sound, Li Xiaotian vibrated his sword, causing the entire world to tremble. He interfered with the laws of the Great Dao, obliterating all the dozens of attacks surging towards him.
Following that, he drew a peculiar arc with his fingers, moving as if he were casually strolling, guiding the weapons of Mo Lao San and Mo Lao Ba towards the heavens.
Boom!
The weapons shattered the sky, not a single one falling. Miles and hundreds of miles away, they destroyed the firmament, and the myriad stars trembled.
Mo Lao San and Mo Lao Ba were both shocked and enraged. At this moment, they completely ceased hiding their strength and attacked from the left and right.
"Boom boom boom!"
Terrifying energy radiated from the sky, and it seemed as if the entire world was trembling.
"Am I seeing this right? Is that Li Xiaotian? He killed one of the Demon Race's Nine Powers with a single sword strike?!"
"What a ruthless person, daring to attack the Demon Race like this, utterly without restraint."
"Mo Lao Jiu underestimated his opponent and was killed by a single punch from Li Xiaotian. If this gets out, I'm afraid the old ancestors of the Demon Race will lose their composure again."
From afar, many trial-goers were attracted by the battle fluctuations between Li Xiaotian and the others. Upon witnessing this scene, they were immediately shocked.
Like a stone dropped into a calm lake, it stirred up a great wave, and many could hardly believe it; it was too exaggerated.
"Kill!"
In the sky, Mo Lao San and Mo Lao Ba trembled with rage. They attacked Li Xiaotian with all their might, unleashing various terrifying secret arts.
They surrounded Li Xiaotian from the left and right, their divine radiance infinite, engulfing everything.
If the spatial world of this trial ground were not incredibly sturdy, such fierce combat between the three would have likely annihilated the entire scene long ago, possibly even destroying a world.
After all, at the peak of the sixth tier of invincibility, all three were powerhouses infinitely close to the high tier, wielding boundless power with every movement.
"Ah ah ah! Killing you ten thousand times over won't quell my hatred! I will extract your soul, imprison you in the Demon Race's prison, and let you suffer ten million years of purgatory!"
Mo Lao Ba yelled, his eyes bloodshot. Killing Li Xiaotian wasn't enough to vent his anger; only by tormenting him in the most brutal way possible would suffice.
Li Xiaotian moved with incredible speed, like a shooting star, darting between various magical artifacts, resisting all sorts of profound techniques, fighting in a frenzy.
His fingers continuously emitted sword cries, and sword beams tore through the heavens.
Suddenly, a cold snort was heard, and a figure appeared from the horizon in an instant – another Demon Race powerhouse, Mo Lao Qi!
He rode a flood dragon and held a green dragon saber in his hand, its weight unknown, possibly millions of catties!
He was clad in green and gold armor, and the flood dragon beneath him had scales of dark jade. They were one, like a demon god descending to the mortal realm, cleaving towards Li Xiaotian with his saber.
This saber, weighing tens of millions of catties, was a genuine peerless holy weapon. Its green shaft and gleaming blade sliced through the firmament, emitting a terrifying whistle.
Vaguely, it seemed as if a host of gods and demons were roaring, accompanying the saber as it pierced through the cosmos, shattering all obstructions, emitting boundless terror!
In the distance, the observing trial-goers changed color. Mo Lao Qi's aura was too powerful, exceeding everyone's expectations. Just a glance at his attack made many trial-goers feel a sense of dread.
Mo Lao San and Mo Lao Ba, who were currently engaged in combat, felt their bodies shake. Only they knew how terrifying Mo Lao Qi's strength was, far surpassing theirs.
Mo Lao Ba shouted, "Lao Qi, cripple him! Don't kill him easily. I want to torture him until he wishes he were dead!"
He roared cruelly, his killing intent surging. He cooperated with the saber descending from the heavens, striking towards Li Xiaotian's head.
Mo Lao San also let out a long cry, unleashing his full power. He was powerful and terrifying, and both of them charged towards Li Xiaotian alone.
At this moment, all three attacked Li Xiaotian, sealing his escape routes and plunging him into a life-or-death predicament!
The observing trial-goers in the distance were all startled. In their eyes, with Mo Lao Qi's saber strike, Li Xiaotian had no way to defend. However, at this very instant, Li Xiaotian blocked the saber with his bare hands.
"Bang!"
It sounded like metal colliding. A tremendous noise erupted, as if shattering the firmament, deafening and agitating the mind. Some trial-goers with weaker cultivation even coughed up a trace of blood on the spot, their eyes filled with horror.