"Demon Clan? You are from the Demon Clan?"
Chu Fengmian heard Long Moluo’s words, his expression was extrely fearful, as he shouted in terror and tried to activate the Tunneling Light to escape.
"Trying to run?"
Long Moluo’s lips curled into a sneer, and with a wave of his hand, the world around Chu Fengmian began to spin.
Rolling Demon Intent surged, and in an instant, Chu Fengmian was taken deep into the void.
Within this void’s depths, layers of seals were set up, even the Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor would have no chance of escape.
"Boy, if you don’t want to die, obediently comply, otherwise this emperor doesn’t mind letting my subordinates devour you."
Long Moluo stared coldly at Chu Fengmian as he spoke.
Hearing these words filled with murderous intent, Chu Fengmian indeed seed to be frightened, no longer daring to struggle.
This brought a smirk of satisfaction to Long Moluo’s eyes as he spoke.
"Boy, considering we’re both from the Dragon Clan, I won’t make things difficult for you. Surrender obediently today, let devour your bloodline power, and I won’t kill you. I’ll even give you so compensation."
"Devour my bloodline power?"
Chu Fengmian heard Long Moluo’s words, and though it was expected, he put on a facade of utter terror, seemingly unwilling.
"What, unwilling?"
Seeing Chu Fengmian’s expression, Long Moluo’s deanor turned icy.
"Today, this emperor will give you two choices: first, surrender obediently, offer up your bloodline power, and I’ll spare your life, even reward you."
"Second, resist, and be killed by , but your bloodline power will still belong to ."
"Considering we’re of the Dragon Clan, I’m giving you an additional chance, choose wisely."
Long Moluo gazed at Chu Fengmian as if looking at a pitiful ant.
No matter how he struggles, escape is impossible.
This feeling of superiority Long Moluo relished, so he purposely gave Chu Fengmian a choice rather than killing him outright.
"Boy, your ti is running out."
Long Moluo noticed Chu Fengmian’s silence, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
"Choose quickly, or you’ll lose the chance. Is it the first option, or the second?"
"Oh really? Unfortunately, I’m choosing the third option."
Suddenly, Chu Fengmian’s aura surged, erupting into an astonishing montum, the Demon Intent around him shattered against his presence.
"And that is to kill you all!"
Chu Fengmian’s tone was freezing cold.
No longer with the frightened, trembling guise from before.
Long Moluo seed taken aback by Chu Fengmian’s sudden transformation, and Chu Fengmian held hidden power as well.
However, even as Chu Fengmian’s montum soared, Long Moluo could see that Chu Fengmian’s realm was indeed that of the Eight Tribulation Ancient Emperor, and he couldn’t help but show disdain in his eyes.
"A re Eight Tribulation Ancient Emperor wants to resist this emperor? Soone go, kill him!"
"Yes!"
Hearing Long Moluo’s command, several Demon Clan mbers around him struck at once. First, the Asura Emperor, whose body expanded dozens of tis over, transforming from the form of an ordinary martial artist into the true appearance of an Asura Emperor.
The bone sword in his hand also multiplied in size, unleashing massive power.
"Die!"
The Asura Emperor wielded the bone sword and struck at Chu Fengmian.
"Just an ant."
Chu Fengmian sneered. Facing the incoming bone sword, Chu Fengmian rely raised a finger and pointed.
The chest of the Asura Emperor instantly bore a bloody hole from Chu Fengmian’s point.
With a bang.
The Asura Emperor’s body exploded in mid-air, annihilated by Chu Fengmian’s single finger.
"All of you must die!"
Chu Fengmian’s gaze swept over the present Demon Clan, letting out a long howl as the War Dragon’s Claw ford above his head, sweeping downward.
With a rumbling sound.
Those from the Demon Clan of the Eight Tribulation Ancient Emperor realm couldn’t even resist, their bodies exploding under Chu Fengmian’s War Dragon’s Claw, dying instantly.
In an instant, aside from Long Moluo, all other Demon Clan mbers perished at Chu Fengmian’s hands.
A sudden turn, in a mont, a dozen Eight Tribulation Ancient Emperor realm Demon Clan mbers fell, not a single one escaping.
"You, you, you! Real Demon Dragon Form! Angry Dragon Strike!"
Watching the surrounding Demon Clan mbers be wiped out by Chu Fengmian’s move, Long Moluo was caught off guard.
Chu Fengmian’s speed was such that before Long Moluo could act to stop him, the Demon Clan mbers were already dead, utterly wiped out.
Those Demon Clan mbers were strong under his command, leaders of the Demon Clan Legion, now all dead by Chu Fengmian’s hand.
"This person is indeed formidable, yet the bloodline within him is no longer just Dragon Warrior bloodline, it has the presence of an Emperor, this person actually possesses part of the Dragon Emperor bloodline! Such a bloodline was exceedingly rare even in the Ancient Tis, and yet it still exists now!"
Long Moluo stared intently at Chu Fengmian, the greed in his eyes growing more intense.
Chu Fengmian’s powerful and noble bloodline promised greater benefits should he be slain by Long Moluo.
In an instant, Long Moluo gathered power to strike, unleashing the pinnacle power of a Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor.
The rolling Demon Intent coalesced in his palm, a fierce palm strike aid at Chu Fengmian.
As the strike was launched, it transford in mid-air into a massive, black dragon claw sweeping towards Chu Fengmian.
This dragon claw attack embodied both Demon and Dragon Intent, both forces commonly utilized by the Demon Dragon clan.
The power of this dragon claw was extrely close to that of the War Dragon’s Claw, but it was more sinister, unpredictable, and difficult to defend against.
"Dragon Clan martial techniques? The fallen Demon Dragon clan is undeserving of being part of the Dragon Clan. Today, let show you the true legacy of the Dragon Clan!"
Seeing the dragon claw hurtling towards him, Chu Fengmian’s expression remained calm. Gathering Dragon Power in his palm, he unleashed the Ancestor’s Second Stance!
The Dragon Clan’s martial techniques all evolved from the Nine Ancestral Stances, and Chu Fengmian’s Ancestor’s Second Stance was the most authentic Dragon Clan martial technique.
The two dragon claws collided in mid-air.
The dragon claw unleashed by Chu Fengmian, imbued with the power of the Ancestor’s Second Stance, swept invincibly, breaking Long Moluo’s dragon claw.
In an instant, the dragon claw pointed directly at Long Moluo.
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