“Did you call for me?”
Lu Xuan’s white robe billowed around him, imbued with mysterious Dao patterns. The very heavens rumbled in his presence, his face obscured by divine radiance. Every movement was ethereal, as if a Divine Venerable had descended upon the mortal realm. Behind him, the Green-skirted Girl followed, her steps light and unhurried.
In that instant, the world plunged into absolute silence.
Lü Yun Old Ancestor’s massive hand, poised to strike Ye Chen, froze mid-air. He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Lu Xuan.
Everyone from the Blood Spirit Race and the Demon Court stared, stunned. The White Robe Supreme truly dared to show his face? And who was that Green-skirted Girl, walking so casually beside him?
Lü Yun Old Ancestor’s eyes narrowed, a cold smirk playing on his lips. He believed he had uncovered a shocking secret. “You are the White Robe Supreme? Or perhaps… the Grand Dao Sect Ancestor, Dao Yi?”
A ripple of unease spread through the onlookers. Many had already harbored similar suspicions about Lu Xuan’s identity.
Lu Xuan, a faint, unreadable expression on his face, regarded Lü Yun Old Ancestor with a flicker of amusement. This one is from the Giant Insect Race of the Demon Court, he mused internally. They possess a Supreme Bloodline. He casually crushed a Two-rotation Quasi-Dao Supreme Experience Card. Gotta use these sparingly, he thought. Won’t be long until I break through to Two-rotation Quasi-Dao Supreme on my own anyway.
With a resounding boom, Lu Xuan’s aura surged once more, rapidly and explosively growing through multiple realms.
At that moment, Yin Changhe, the Blood Spirit Race Old Ancestor, frowned, pointing at the Green-skirted Girl. “And who are you? I’ve never seen you before.” The fact that he couldn’t discern any cultivation from her sent a shiver down everyone’s spine.
The Green-skirted Girl crossed her arms, letting out a soft hmph. “Don’t worry, I won’t be joining the fight.”
Lu Xuan simply waved a hand. A terrifying, peerless force, imbued with immense momentum, shot towards Lü Yun Old Ancestor. Lü Yun Old Ancestor’s brow furrowed, and he instinctively prepared to retreat.
But Lu Xuan’s target wasn’t him. It was the Fire Refining Furnace and the Bone-Chilling Ghost Flame in his grasp.
Boom! The Fire Refining Furnace erupted with heaven-reaching momentum, its Dao patterns shimmering brilliantly as it flew directly back to Lu Xuan. Simultaneously, the Bone-Chilling Ghost Flame, carrying its icy power, effortlessly slipped from Lü Yun Old Ancestor’s control.
Lü Yun Old Ancestor’s expression turned grim. While he hadn’t fully refined the Fire Refining Furnace or the Bone-Chilling Ghost Flame, the White Robe Supreme’s ability to reclaim them so easily was utterly unexpected. If my full power is a ten, then the White Robe Supreme’s is at least a six, he calculated, still grossly underestimating Lu Xuan. I thought the White Robe Supreme was only a Two-rotation Quasi-Dao Supreme, but it seems he’s been playing us all for fools.
Lu Xuan flicked his sleeve. The Fire Refining Furnace floated effortlessly in the air, radiating immense power, while the Bone-Chilling Ghost Flame settled beneath it, beginning to warm the cauldron.
Lu Xuan glanced at Ye Chen. “Ye Chen, keep an eye on this for now.”
Ye Chen nodded eagerly. “Yes, Master!”
The Green-skirted Girl’s large eyes sparkled like stars. “More food?”
Lü Yun Old Ancestor looked bewildered. “White Robe Supreme, what is the meaning of this?”
Lu Xuan countered, “Is this all the Demon Court sent?” He casually swept his gaze over the dozen or so Great Demons behind Lü Yun Old Ancestor.
Lü Yun Old Ancestor scoffed. “We are merely scouting the Supreme Path for the Demon Lord. What, are you worried? We don’t need more power to wipe out your Grand Dao Sect.”
“No, no, no,” Lu Xuan said, waving a dismissive hand. “Fewer of you means less to eat.”
Lü Yun Old Ancestor didn’t understand what Lu Xuan meant.
Lu Xuan waved his hand again. “Blood Spirit Race, Demon Court, come at me, all of you…”
Before he could finish, Yin Changhe sneered. “White Robe Supreme, are you insulting us?” Yin Changhe, too, possessed a Supreme Bloodline. He had observed Lu Xuan’s earlier move to reclaim the artifacts and believed he had accurately gauged Lu Xuan’s true strength: a Three-rotation Quasi-Dao Supreme.
He glanced at Lü Yun Old Ancestor, then back at Lu Xuan. “Lü Yun Old Ancestor, stand back! I’ll take on the White Robe Supreme myself!”
As his voice faded, a burst of wild laughter echoed from the depths of the void. A terrifying, boundless aura surged forth, filling the space with an incredibly dense Eerie Power. Boom! Crack! The void tore open, space twisted and warped.
From the spatial rift emerged over a dozen old men. Each was tainted with Eerie Power and Ominous Power, and strange red hairs fluttered beneath their robes. Leading them was a grey-robed elder wielding a black scythe. A long, jagged scar ran across his face, from his forehead to his chin, splitting his aged features in two.
Yin Changhe looked up, his expression turning grim. “Ghost Scythe Supreme! You from the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone can act now?”
The black scythe in the grey-robed elder’s hand trembled slightly, radiating a terrifying aura like a dark star. He chuckled, looking at Yin Changhe. “Yin Changhe, would you mind repeating what you just said?”
Yin Changhe frowned. “I said, I’ll take on the White Robe Supreme myself!”
Instantly, Ghost Scythe Supreme and his companions erupted in laughter once more.
“Hahahaha!”
“You’re going to fight the White Robe Supreme alone?”
“That’s hilarious!”
Yin Changhe looked confused. “What? Do you think I’m bullying him?”
Ghost Scythe Supreme and his group silently positioned themselves not far behind Lu Xuan, waving their hands dismissively. “No, no, no. We just find you rather amusing.”
Yin Changhe’s expression turned cold. “Are you trying to protect the Grand Dao Sect?”
Ghost Scythe Supreme’s black scythe gleamed with the light of a dark star, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. “No, no, no. It’s not our turn to act yet.”
Lü Yun Old Ancestor looked displeased. “Yin Changhe, make your move. I’d like to see the White Robe Supreme’s true strength.”
Yin Changhe flicked his sleeve, his blood-red robe billowing as he bellowed, “Everyone, fall back!”
Immediately, the Blood Spirit Race and Demon Court members retreated, clearing a vast battlefield in the void.
Lu Xuan yawned, speaking in a languid tone. “You’d best be quick. I’m on a bit of a schedule.”
Yin Changhe’s face darkened. He roared, a heaven-reaching bloodline aura surging from him. A Boundless Blood Pool manifested, boiling furiously, countless bubbles rising and bursting, filling the air with a腥blood-soaked stench. His body began to transform! His blood-red robe exploded, revealing a powerfully sculpted, crimson physique, imbued with profound Dao and Rhyme.
Yin Changhe strode towards Lu Xuan, each step causing the blood pool beneath him to churn with a thousand layers of blood, immensely violent, his surging aura shaking the very void.
Boom! Yin Changhe directly activated a forbidden technique left by his ancestral Bloodfiend Old Ancestor. Endless Dao patterns surged, and the terrifying blood pool beneath his feet began to roil. A colossal blood-red palm, capable of blotting out the sky and annihilating the stars, descended towards Lu Xuan’s head, imbued with a wisp of Rule Power that the Bloodfiend Old Ancestor had comprehended.
“White Robe Supreme, can you withstand this?”
Lu Xuan remained utterly unconcerned, standing perfectly still. The monstrous palm descended, drawing ever closer.
Ten thousand feet! Five thousand feet! …Five hundred feet!
Lu Xuan still didn’t move. His white robe fluttered gently, and an immortal divine radiance shone around him, awe-inspiring.
Finally, the colossal blood-red palm slammed down onto Lu Xuan’s head, transforming into a terrifying sea of blood.
Yin Changhe coldly eyed Ghost Scythe Supreme. “Is that all his power? The White Robe Supreme is a great disappointment.”
Ghost Scythe Supreme smiled mysteriously. “You’re celebrating far too soon!”
Moments later, the dust settled. Lu Xuan stood perfectly unharmed, gently patting his robe. “Too weak.”