Boom!

Lu Xuan departed, leaving behind only a towering figure in white robes. Watching Lu Xuan's retreating back, Ye Chen clenched his fists, his eyes glinting with a fierce red light. A torrent of battle intent surged through him, his martial will raging like an unstoppable river. "A true powerhouse!" he thought. "I must become a powerhouse like Master!"

Lu Xuan left the Demon Lord's body for Ye Chen, only taking a few cuts of what looked like the tastiest meat for himself. Beside him, Ghost Scythe Supreme's heart likewise pounded with excitement. He quickly pledged his loyalty to Ye Chen. "Young Friend Ye Chen, should any threats arise, my Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone will spare no effort to ensure your safety!"

Ye Chen nodded, then, with a decisive motion, severed the Demon Lord's head. He turned to Ghost Scythe Supreme. "Display the Demon Lord's head."

Ghost Scythe Supreme's face registered shock. "Outside the Supreme Path?"

Ye Chen's voice was firm. "Precisely. It will deter petty individuals and buy me time to grow."

Ghost Scythe Supreme held the Demon Lord's head, his entire body trembling. There was a good reason for his reaction. Even in death, the Demon Lord's head pulsed with terrifying Demonic Power and an overwhelming Supreme Bloodline, a force that made him tremble to his very core. "A Supreme!" he realized. Though Ghost Scythe Supreme and the Demon Lord were both Three-rotation Quasi-Dao Supremes, the gap between them was immense. Even a gravely wounded Demon Lord would have been beyond his match.

Ghost Scythe Supreme, clutching the Demon Lord's head, tore through the void towards the outer reaches of the Supreme Path.

Meanwhile, in the Demon Court.

Dong!

Dong-dong!

Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong!

High above the Demon Court, the Ancient Great Bell began to toll. Impossibly vast, it loomed like a towering mountain, its ancient bronze surface etched with terrifying Dao Patterns that pulsed with profound, arcane power, condensing the very momentum of heaven and earth. The first solitary chime was followed by a second, then a third, until nine consecutive rings echoed through the heavens. As the final chime faded, everyone was stunned into silence. This Ancient Great Bell, a Supreme artifact left behind by the Titan Giant Ape Supreme, was intrinsically linked to the Supreme Bloodline of the Titan Demon Lord. It had originally been forged to rival the Grand Dao Sect's Grand Dao Bell! But now, it tolled.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless great demons burst forth from their secluded cultivation, their forms radiating immense Demonic Power. Tian Nu Old Ancestor and Feng Wanshan also emerged, their faces etched with disbelief. "This bell... it's a Funeral Bell!"

Feng Wanshan's face was a mask of profound worry. The Old Ancestor of the Xuan Gui Race, known for his unwavering prudence and strategic caution, now trembled uncontrollably, his voice shaking. "A Funeral Bell... for whom does it toll?"

Even Tian Nu Old Ancestor, usually so arrogant and dismissive, showed a flicker of panic. The answer was painfully obvious. The Demon Lord must have met with disaster! Otherwise, the Ancient Great Bell would never have rung such a mournful peal. The bell tolls, the Demon Lord falls!

In the next instant, several great demons stumbled out of the Ancestral Hall, their faces pale with terror. "Terrible news, Tian Nu Old Ancestor!" "Terrible news, Feng Wanshan!"

Tian Nu Old Ancestor and Feng Wanshan spun around, their expressions turning grim. Tian Nu seized the collar of the nearest demon, his face contorted in a ferocious snarl. "What news?! What news?!"

The demons looked utterly bewildered, their voices trembling. "The Demon Lord... the Demon Lord's Life Tablet shattered! His Soul Lamp extinguished!" "And... and the many Demon Kings who accompanied the Demon Lord are also dead!"

Boom!

Every demon's mind went blank. The entire Demon Court fell into a dead silence. All stared blankly into the void. The Demon Lord... dead? He was supposed to be invincible! How could this be? And the Demon Lord had brought over a dozen powerful great demons with him! While those great demons weren't as strong as Tian Nu Old Ancestor, they were still top-tier powerhouses!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Tian Nu Old Ancestor and Feng Wanshan stormed into the Ancestral Hall. There, the Life Tablets of the Demon Lord and his accompanying Demon Kings lay shattered into dust, their Soul Lamps cold and lifeless.

Feng Wanshan, his face still etched with shock, turned to Tian Nu Old Ancestor. "Is the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone truly that formidable? The Demon Lord had a wisp of the Titan Giant Ape Supreme's soul protecting him!"

Tian Nu Old Ancestor clenched his fists tighter, his killing intent intensifying with every breath. His eyes glowed blood-red. "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" he roared. "By my command, the Demon Court shall assemble! We march into the Supreme Path! Avenge the Demon Lord!"

Feng Wanshan quickly interjected. "Do not act rashly! If even the Demon Lord was no match, how can we hope to be? Those from the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone wield Eerie Power, and they must have obtained terrifying inheritances from the Bronze Ancient Palace this time!"

Tian Nu Old Ancestor glared at Feng Wanshan, his expression still savage. "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Feng Wanshan replied, "We must keep this death a secret. Conceal the news! Tian Nu, you also possess a Supreme Bloodline from the Titans. Why not directly ascend as the new Demon Lord? You are our strongest spear, and my Xuan Tortoise clan shall be our unyielding fortress. United, the Demon Court can still become one of the most formidable powers in the Southern Wilds!"

A sliver of Tian Nu Old Ancestor's rage subsided.

Meanwhile, after Ghost Scythe Supreme hung the Demon Lord's head outside the Supreme Path, it quickly ignited an earth-shattering sensation. Countless powerhouses flocked to confirm the sight.

"The Demon Lord is dead!"

"The Demon Lord is truly dead!"

The Demon Lord's bloody head, grotesque and massive like a mountain, still radiated an overwhelming Dao Rhyme that refused to dissipate. Its eyes were wide with terror, frozen in an expression of ultimate dread. Everyone was utterly stunned. The Demon Lord had died in boundless fear! Who could possibly inspire such terror in a powerhouse like the Demon Lord? After all, the Demon Lord had led over a dozen great demons into the Supreme Path, intending to slay the White Robe Supreme and those from the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone, only to meet his own demise.

Soon after, someone spotted Lu Xuan's figure. "The White Robe Supreme is traversing the void in an Ancient Chariot, returning to the Grand Dao Sect!" "That Ancient Chariot is completely intact, and it's the very one the Demon Lord used!" "In this clash between the Demon Court and the White Robe Supreme, the White Robe Supreme has emerged victorious once again!"

The entire Southern Wilds erupted in a frenzy. This was undoubtedly one of the most monumental events in the Southern Wilds' history! The White Robe Supreme remained unyielding, his dominance unchallenged!

A day later, Lu Xuan had returned to the Grand Dao Sect. The Ancient Chariot, like a magnificent celestial palace streaked with mysterious Dao Patterns and golden ripples like stars, streaked through the void and descended above the Grand Dao Sect. At this moment, Dao Feng Old Ancestor and the other elders stood in the sky, awaiting Lu Xuan's return. For, news of the Demon Lord's death had already reached the Grand Dao Sect.

The moment Lu Xuan appeared, not just Dao Feng Old Ancestor, but the entire Grand Dao Sect erupted in a roar of excitement. "The White Robe Supreme!" "The White God!" Cheers and shouts of adoration shook the heavens. At this moment, the reverence of all the elders and disciples for Lu Xuan reached its peak.

Dao Feng Old Ancestor, his face filled with awe, declared, "Like a divine lord descending to quell demons, truly the Southern Wilds' most formidable deity... White Robe Daoist Friend, you are unrivaled in the Southern Wilds."

Lu Xuan offered a faint smile. "Just so-so."

A tempest raged in Dao Feng Old Ancestor's heart. The White Robe Supreme was far too modest! "White Robe Daoist Friend, what are your plans now?"

Lu Xuan replied calmly, "I'll be sending Baili and Fuyao to the Eastern Wilds and Northern Plains."

Dao Feng Old Ancestor was shocked once more. "White Robe Daoist Friend, isn't that a bit too risky? The other four domains are far stronger than the Southern Wilds!"

Lu Xuan merely chuckled. "No matter."

Lu Xuan descended directly onto Azure Mystery Peak. Xuanji Holy Lord, in a flowing purple gown, her figure exquisitely beautiful, emerged from her cave dwelling. On the other side, Ji Fuyao, clad in a fiery red dress, watched Lu Xuan with a hint of excitement on her face.

Lu Xuan smiled and asked, "Who wants to come with me first?"

Ji Fuyao pondered for a moment. "Let Fourth Junior Sister go to the Eastern Wilds first. I'd like to cultivate for two more days!"

Lu Xuan nodded, then looked at Xuanji Holy Lord, gesturing towards the Ancient Chariot. "Baili, into the chariot!"

Xuanji Holy Lord immediately stepped onto the Ancient Chariot. Lu Xuan instructed, "First, take a couple of laps around the Southern Wilds' states."

Invincible but not showing off, like wearing fine clothes at night!