“I’ll let you put on a show! Now, die, you bastard!”
Zhu Xiong, the Demon General, swung his Three-pronged Rake relentlessly before Lu Xuan. Each strike manifested a Heaven-reaching Momentum, with torrents of star-river-like energy cascading down, spanning this entire corner of the heavens. He had clearly struck Lu Xuan! He had clearly entered the space where Lu Xuan stood, yet he inexplicably slipped right out, unable to land a blow, unable to even scratch him!
The Demon Court members were utterly dumbfounded. What kind of cultivation technique was this? It was as if Lu Xuan existed on a higher plane of space, completely beyond their reach! What in the hell was going on?
Feng Tianxiao, the Xuan Turtle Race elder, narrowed his eyes, a profound look on his face. He frowned deeply and slowly uttered, “Spatial Distortion… terrifying beyond measure!”
Lu Xuan, meanwhile, was calmly experiencing the power of a Supreme. He understood. It was often said that there were Rules of Heaven and Earth. But a Supreme could also establish their own Rules. This meant his current strength was equivalent to the Heavenly Dao of the Tai Chu Realm. With a single thought, he could slaughter all living beings in the Five Domains!
The reason Zhu Xiong couldn't harm him was simple: Zhu Xiong’s power existed beneath his Rules. A thin, invisible film separated them. This film was nothing more than a Boundless Void, created with a mere flick of his will. That’s why Zhu Xiong couldn't touch him!
At this moment, Lu Xuan also understood why cultivators began cultivating Starry Sky Power once they reached the Supreme Realm. The purer Dao resided within the starry sky. The Dao of the Southern Wilds was simply too thin, too muddled.
Yet, Zhu Xiong continued to hack and slash, endless Divine Arcs swirling around Lu Xuan, all of them the supreme killing power unleashed by Zhu Xiong. Lu Xuan merely glanced at Zhu Xiong, his voice flat. “Too weak.”
Zhu Xiong’s face twisted into a snarl. “Die! Die! Die! Die!”
Boom! Another strike from the Three-pronged Rake descended, carrying boundless vital blood energy, terrifying beyond measure. The surrounding space vibrated violently, and Zhu Xiong roared like a divine furnace, exuding an overwhelming, tyrannical aura. The next instant, Lu Xuan casually extended a hand, as if plucking something from his pocket. He effortlessly seized the Three-pronged Rake, then gave a gentle flick, sending Zhu Xiong slamming repeatedly against the void. Zhu Xiong was utterly helpless, thrashed around until his head bled!
Witnessing this, the Demon Court members were petrified. What was Lu Xuan’s true strength? Even a powerful Demon General like Zhu Xiong, a One-rotation Quasi-Dao Supreme who had comprehended a trace of Rules, was like a puppet on strings before Lu Xuan!
At this, Zhu Xiong let out a furious roar, transforming into his true form, his battle intent soaring to the heavens. “Roar!” His body swelled dramatically, muscles coiling taut. One of his thighs alone was as thick as a celestial pillar, and his massive body grew to the size of a mountain range. Dao rhyme flowed across his form, and surging Demonic Power erupted like an overturning ocean. The vital blood energy within him thundered like lightning, like a divine furnace! Zhu Xiong unleashed a heaven-reaching roar, his aura like a rainbow, shaking heaven and earth. He abandoned his Spirit Treasure, charging directly at Lu Xuan with his raw physical body.
Lu Xuan casually tossed the Three-pronged Rake. Whoosh! A Divine Arc, descending from the heavens, pierced directly into Zhu Xiong’s colossal body, nailing him to the void. “Pfft!” Fresh blood spurted out! Zhu Xiong’s life force rapidly extinguished. He stared at his own body in disbelief, killed by his own Spirit Treasure. He roared, “Lu Xuan, may you die a horrible…” Before he could finish, he breathed his last.
With a thought, Lu Xuan conjured a wisp of the Eight Desolations Annihilation Flame, which flew beneath Zhu Xiong’s massive corpse and began to roast it. “Sizzle!” The Giant Pig’s flesh began to crackle, fat sizzling and splattering.
An eerie silence descended upon the void. The Demon Court members stared at Lu Xuan’s handiwork, their hearts churning with monstrous waves of shock. A One-rotation Quasi-Dao Supreme was not even a match for Lu Xuan in a single exchange! Just what was Lu Xuan’s true origin?
Xuan Shang Old Ancestor licked his lips, the shock in his heart refusing to subside. He stammered, “He’s… already roasting it?”
The Green-skirted Girl rubbed her fair, tender hands, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. They didn't know Lu Xuan’s cultivation realm, but she could see it clearly! One-star Supreme Realm! This was a Great Demon’s meat, roasted with Rule Power! For her, devouring Rule Power would be immensely beneficial!
Just then, several Great Demons near Feng Tianxiao, the Xuan Turtle Race elder, turned and fled. Their speed was astonishing; they tore through the starry sky, their Quasi-Dao Supreme power erupting as they instantly teleported tens of thousands of feet away!
At that moment, a strand of green hair fell from Lu Xuan’s head. The strand vanished, instantly transforming into a Divine Arc. In a flash, numerous Divine Arcs shot out, piercing through the bodies of the fleeing Great Demons. “Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!” Blood splattered! All of them were Instant Killed!
Seeing this, the remaining Great Demons of the Demon Court turned deathly pale. Terrifying! Too terrifying! These were One-rotation Quasi-Dao Supremes! And several had just died like that! Even Feng Tianxiao’s gaze grew solemn. He didn’t dare to act rashly now. He felt that Lu Xuan’s strength was even greater than his own! He couldn’t fathom that the Demon Court’s elaborate plan to kill Lu Xuan would end like this.
Lu Xuan extended his right hand, moving the corpses of the Great Demons before him. He smiled faintly. “I’ve always been very friendly to the demon race. I always preserve their complete bodies.”
Upon hearing this, the numerous powerful cultivators of the Demon Court were furious but dared not speak. Damn it! You’re only doing that for your own appetite, aren't you?
Feng Tianxiao looked at Lu Xuan, his expression serious. “Daoist Friend Lu Xuan, what is your origin? So powerful, yet completely unknown in the Southern Wilds?”
Lu Xuan’s face twitched. What did he mean, unknown? During his years as a ‘trash,’ there was a saying in the Southern Wilds: “You might not know Cangxuan Old Ancestor, or Yuan Qingzi, but you definitely know Lu Xuan. Because you can’t be Lu Xuan’s disciple.”
Lu Xuan looked at Feng Tianxiao. “I’ll give you a chance. Show me your trump card. I’m curious to see what kind of foundation the Demon Court, which once had three Supremes attain the Dao, truly possesses.”
Feng Tianxiao’s expression turned grim. He was about to unleash his Spirit Art when suddenly…
“Boom!”
“Crack!”
The distant starry sky was illuminated by a blinding divine radiance. An impossibly massive Spirit Boat traversed the void, arriving from afar. It was the Old Ancestor of the Silent Destruction Sect!
Elder Qianli’s face was withered, his skin cracked from millennia without sunlight. Red hair sprouted from his tattered robes, making him look utterly terrifying. Behind him were several other Old Ancestors of the Silent Destruction Sect. Elder Qianli’s cold, sinister gaze swept across the surroundings, quickly spotting Lu Xuan confronting Feng Tianxiao. He looked surprised, then chuckled mockingly. “Feng Tianxiao, you old geezer, when did you break through to Two-rotation Quasi-Dao Supreme?”
Feng Tianxiao didn’t turn around, nor did he respond. The immense pressure Lu Xuan exerted on him was too great; he had no energy to spare for Elder Qianli. Elder Qianli frowned slightly, sensing the strange atmosphere in the field. He asked again, “Feng Tianxiao, what’s the situation here?”
“Shut up!” Under the immense pressure, Feng Tianxiao roared. Then, he looked at Lu Xuan. “Daoist Friend Lu Xuan, let’s talk this over…” Before he could finish, Lu Xuan calmly shook his head. “Don’t speak. I’ll kill first.”