Wang Xiu’s appearance invigorated all the Human Race Cultivators.
Whether they were young prodigies or veteran powerhouses, a brilliant light shone in their eyes.
This reaction was unusual. He was young, after all, not a veteran Great Ability who had been famous for years. On a battlefield of this magnitude, he shouldn’t have been able to play a significant role. Yet, the instant they saw him, new hope surged in everyone’s heart.
It was simply because he had created too many miracles.
For instance, he had brought the saints of the Ancient Sanctuary back from the Holy Realm, significantly enhancing the strength of the Human Race.
He had also created the Soul Fighting Machine, allowing all Human Race Cultivators to train fervently. It let them experience battles with the Demon Race ahead of ti, enabling them to perform more effectively on the real battlefield and preventing countless casualties.
Then there was his nearly invincible combat record of fighting Soul Travel experts while at the Nascent Soul realm, a sweeping conquest that had once made countless mbers of the Demon Race tremble in fear.
At that mont, the morale on the human side surged. A potent battle aura shot toward the heavens, shattering the demonic clouds overhead with an awe-inspiring montum.
"Who is that?"
In the void, the Demon Race’s upper echelon also noticed the change in the battle. Their gazes fixed intently on Wang Xiu, as if trying to see right through him.
"Judging by the shouts of those humans, he seems to be... the Sanqing Saint Heir?"
"The Sanqing Saint Heir? So he’s the Sanqing Saint Heir, Wang Xiu?"
The demons were astonished, and even several Demon Emperors’ expressions changed. They had never seen Wang Xiu, but they were certainly familiar with his na.
They had once paid a heavy price, tasking the demons who had escaped Demon Sea Island with snuffing him out in the cradle. Instead, he had turned the tables on them, causing them to lose a great number of treasures!
So Ancient Clans still hadn’t recovered from the loss of their precious treasures.
The very ntion of the na Wang Xiu made them clench their teeth in hatred.
...
"Heh, so he’s the Sanqing Saint Heir? Doesn’t look like much to ! The rest of you don’t need to act; I alone can suppress him!"
The True Demon youth clad in black sneered, gazing at Wang Xiu from afar with a dense murderous intent in his eyes.
[Ding!]
[Detected soone bragging nearby. Congratulations, Host, for gaining Mana 666!]
His na was Chong Yue, and he hailed from the Sugu Clan, an extrely ancient lineage. In the distant past, they had produced more than one Heavenly Demon and possessed an astonishing heritage.
This very clan had once sent a powerhouse to make a move on Wang Xiu, only to be played for a fool. For a long ti after, they were the butt of many jokes because of the incident.
Now, upon seeing Wang Xiu, his fighting spirit instantly soared. He would suppress Wang Xiu in front of the entire Human Race to prove his own invincibility!
SWISH!
The Demon Patterns on his brow pulsed as a purple demonic ring rose behind him, like an inverted galaxy. Dense black light slashed out from the Blood Blades on his arms, unleashing two thousand-zhang-long blades of light toward Wang Xiu.
This strike was incredibly terrifying!
It caused countless people on the battlefield to look over, their faces etched with shock.
This True Demon was even more frightening than the previous one. Upon reflection, many veteran Soul Travel powerhouses knew they would struggle to survive that strike; to encounter it was to court disaster.
Wang Xiu remained calm. His hands, glowing like jade, moved as he circulated the Primordial Bo Tian Scripture. His body radiated a seven-colored, mystical light, making him look like an Ancient God as he struck out with a palm.
"Mountain Shaker!"
BOOM!
The void trembled, emitting bursts of sonic booms.
Countless runes were obliterated.
The palm’s force was like a relentless, layered tide, perpetually surging forward to forcefully obliterate the dreadful blades of light.
Everyone was astounded.
The Blood Blades growing on the arms of the Sugu Clan were an innate Divine Skill, more useful than any divine weapon or precious artifact, and could evolve continuously with their owner’s strength.
They could be called indestructible!
Yet such a terrifying strike had been blocked bare-handed by Wang Xiu.
Is this even human?
"Not too bad," Wang Xiu said calmly, glancing down at the faint white mark on his palm.
The black-clad youth, Chong Yue, froze. His pupils shrank, utterly shocked by Wang Xiu’s physical resilience. But upon hearing Wang Xiu’s casual remark, his pride was instantly wounded.
"You have so skill to be able to block a strike made with only thirty percent of my power, but that’s the extent of it! The might of my clan is beyond what you human ants can possibly imagine!"
[Ding!]
[Detected soone bragging nearby. Congratulations, Host, for gaining Mana 666!]
Hm? Wang Xiu raised an eyebrow. This True Demon is quite the talker.
Chong Yue attacked again. A pair of pitch-black draconic wings sprouted from his back. As they unfolded, they seed to shroud the sky in darkness.
His aura surged once more. He crossed his Blood Blades and slashed out two blood-red crescents.
BOOM!
Wherever the crescents passed, the void shattered and the ground cracked. Magma gushed forth, turning the earth into red sludge, and countless living creatures in the vicinity exploded, unable to withstand the terrifying presence.
Wang Xiu placed one hand behind his back and ford a seal with the other.
"Demon Luo Mark - Yang!"
The void trembled. Countless streams of Chaotic Qi cascaded from the void, transforming into a sea of runes that rapidly morphed until they ford a single ancient symbol.
In that instant, boundless Gangyang Qi converged from all directions, forming a terrifying tidal wave that swept forward to engulf everything.
WHOOSH!
The two crescents were obliterated instantly. Chong Yue’s pupils contracted, and his body erupted with Demonic Light. He produced an Ancient Bell and threw it out. The bell expanded rapidly in the wind, enveloping him completely and standing as firm as a mountain.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The tidal wave of Gangyang Qi, summoned by the ancient seal, battered the bell relentlessly and cyclically.
The Ancient Bell vibrated fiercely, swaying like a tiny boat. It let out an unending series of hums as sound waves radiated in all directions, shattering one sky-piercing mountain peak after another.
CRACK!
Finally, a crack appeared on the Ancient Bell’s surface. It spread rapidly until the bell disintegrated completely.
Chong Yue, who had been hiding inside, was sent flying. A trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, his expression filled with horror.
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