"Ah!"
A piercing scream echoed throughout the source of the Wuzhou Sacred River.
The dignified Holy Lords of the seventh tier of the Manifestation Realm from the Flying Star Holy Land and the Divine Wind Holy Land, the two most powerful individuals on the Wuzhou Continent, were brutally devoured by the Battle Demon Holy Lord.
Boom!
After devouring the two Holy Lords, the aura of the Battle Demon Holy Lord surged like thunder. Although his realm had not yet reached the eighth tier of the Manifestation Realm, in terms of sheer power, he had already attained that level.
Waves of terrifying pressure radiated from the Battle Demon Holy Lord.
He stood there, as if he were the center of the universe, the ultimate origin point of the Sacred Path. Even the Wuzhou Sacred River seemed to revolve around him, showing a tendency to do so.
"Youngster, your death is imminent. By devouring you, I will become even more powerful, perhaps even stepping into the eighth tier of the Manifestation Realm ahead of schedule. If I can then fuse with the Wuzhou Sacred River, I might even reach the pinnacle of the ninth tier of the Manifestation Realm, becoming a true king among saints, invincible in this world!"
The Battle Demon Holy Lord licked his lips, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on his green-faced, fanged visage. Boom!
He moved abruptly. His three-zhang-tall demonic body was unimaginably powerful, directly breaking through the rules of the Wuzhou Sacred River and appearing before Ling Fan.
A pressure as heavy as mountains descended instantly. With a claw strike, space itself shattered.
Five sharp edges, like supreme demonic blades, tore through the sky, slashing towards Ling Fan's body.
However, Ling Fan merely flicked his finger. Traces of brilliant golden light shattered those five sharp edges.
With another casual grab, the universe itself seemed to be turned upside down. Even the origin aura of the Wuzhou Sacred River was thrown into chaos.
A martial dao grand hand, seemingly forged from all laws, struck out. A terrifying wave instantly surged across the Wuzhou Sacred River. The imposing demonic body of the Battle Demon Holy Lord, which seemed invincible, was sent flying backward by this palm strike, crashing fiercely into the Wuzhou Sacred River.
Boom!
The river water exploded violently.
The Battle Demon Holy Lord emerged from the Sacred River unharmed.
The waters of the Sacred River, capable of tearing apart saints, had not inflicted any damage on the Battle Demon Holy Lord's demonic body. Clearly, his demonic body and his current power had reached an unimaginable level, almost the peak for a saint. Beyond this lay the transcendent realm of a Saint King.
"Good boy, you cultivate the Dao of Myriad Laws. What ambition, what grandeur! Even the supreme Demon Emperors of our Heavenly Demon Realm would not dare to encompass all laws within themselves. You, a mere Golden Core realm ant, dare to undertake such a heaven-defying act, and you have actually succeeded, cultivating to the peak of the Golden Core realm. It is truly a miracle. Unfortunately, today, all your miracles and fortunes will be plundered by me, becoming a stepping stone for my ascent to the supreme demonic path!"
The Battle Demon Holy Lord sneered, showing no anger or shame for being sent flying by Ling Fan earlier. His demonic eyes were filled with greed and cruelty.
"The Dao is one foot high, the demon is ten feet high! Battle Heaven, Battle Earth Nine-Nine Demonic Art! Kill!"
The Battle Demon Holy Lord let out a furious roar, unleashing a world-shattering, terrifying demonic art. Immediately, an extremely dangerous aura permeated the area, and rolling demonic energy engulfed the entire source of the Wuzhou Sacred River. A fearsome battle demon with nine heads and eighteen arms suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. Its colossal body even caused the waters of the Wuzhou Sacred River to surge. The eighteen scaled demonic arms wielded eighteen types of demonic weapons: sabers, spears, axes, and halberds. Endless demonic power flowed like a vast torrent, smashing down. Seeing this, Ling Fan conjured a Myriad Laws barrier. The storm-like attacks rained down like dense raindrops upon the Myriad Laws barrier. The golden light trembled violently but did not break. The Battle Demon Holy Lord's gaze sharpened, and he immediately unleashed even greater power, his attacks becoming more ferocious. In an instant, thousands upon thousands of black demonic lightning spells detonated successively on the Myriad Laws barrier. Each black demonic lightning bolt could shatter a cultivator below the sixth tier of the Manifestation Realm. The simultaneous detonation of so many black demonic lightning bolts was enough to threaten a peerless existence at the eighth tier of the Manifestation Realm. Even though Ling Fan's Myriad Laws power was incredibly robust, it could not withstand such an extreme attack. Superior force overcomes all skill. It shattered.
"I will smash you into a meat patty!"
The Battle Demon Holy Lord sneered triumphantly, controlling the terrifying nine-headed, eighteen-armed battle demon figure to unleash a world-shattering strike. The eighteen demonic arms suddenly unleashed eighteen attacks, transforming into eighteen colossal demonic dragons that charged towards Ling Fan with an aura of utter destruction.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
In an instant, terrifying explosions spread across the Wuzhou Sacred River. The area where Ling Fan stood was engulfed by the eighteen demonic dragons. The void itself cracked, and endless demonic currents raged, transforming into a deathly demonic domain.
"Young Master Ling!"
"Brother Fan!"
Elder Zhenmo and Lan Xueyi couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Ling Fan, stunned by the irresistible demonic might.
"The Dao is one foot high, the demon is ten feet high? That's because one foot of Dao can crush your ten feet of demonic power!"
A cold voice emanated from the center of the exploding demonic domain.
A golden light tore through the heavens and earth, like the first ray of light before darkness, piercing through the dense black demonic energy. In an instant, the raging demonic domain was completely torn apart, and a young figure walked out step by step.
"You're not dead!"
The Battle Demon Holy Lord's eyes twitched violently. His eyes were about to split, wishing he could devour Ling Fan alive.
"The one who should die is you."
Ling Fan said indifferently.
"Nonsense. I am now comparable to the eighth tier of the Manifestation Realm. Without a Saint King, I am invincible in this world. Few in the entire Jiuhua Realm are my match. I will die? What a colossal joke! Watch me suppress you, this junior, with a backhand."
The Battle Demon Holy Lord sneered contemptuously. Terrifying demonic energy flowed over his body, transforming into a demonic helmet, demonic armor, and a battle skirt. A fearsome demonic saber also appeared in his hand. As he raised the demonic saber with both hands, a peerless saber intent that threatened to cleave heaven and earth in two instantly permeated the air. Swish!
As this saber fell, the entire world seemed to evaporate from existence. Only this utterly terrifying saber remained between heaven and earth, carrying a demonic intent to destroy all life and all things, and it suddenly slashed down.
Ling Fan's eyes also showed a hint of solemnity.
This was the renowned Heavenly Demon Saber Art from the Heavenly Demon Realm, an supreme imperial dao ultimate skill, far surpassing Saint-tier martial arts. Even Ling Fan had to take this saber strike seriously.
"Myriad Dao Divine Fist!"
Ling Fan raised his hand and unleashed a punch. This was another martial art he had created by combining his Dao of Myriad Laws with his profound martial arts experience from his previous life. Although his cultivation had not yet recovered to its peak in his previous life, his mastery of martial arts remained. Any martial art he casually created was a world-shattering, supreme ultimate skill, especially one based on the Dao of Myriad Laws, encompassing all martial arts. It could continuously absorb the origin power of heaven and earth's martial dao. When executed in the Wuzhou Sacred River, the source of martial dao, its power was amplified exponentially, becoming virtually inexhaustible.