If you're ready, what should you do?
Considering this, Yang Tian imdiately stretched out a hand, recalling Chu Tian's hand.
But at that mont, an anomaly suddenly appeared!
All he saw was the Armored Tiger, not because of Yang Tian's summoning, but transforming into a Demon Sword, its blood-red eyes bursting with a chilling aura. Unexpectedly, it lunged directly at Yang Tian.
The strength of the artifact and the dominance of the wielder!
Clearly, with the fusion of the Demon Sword and the split devils, its power has beco far too overwhelming!
Now, it seems like Heaven Splitting intends to kill Yang Tian!
"Haha! Are you cruel to even God?"
Yang Tian glanced at Heaven Splitting and let out a cold hum, his body radiating imnse pressure!
At this point, a mysterious black shadow appeared behind Yang Tian.
The ancestor of the devil had made a grave mistake!
And it was precisely at this mont of the devil ancestor's error that the Armored Tiger, transford into a slashed void, lunged toward Yang Tian—landing a paw strike.
The imnse pressure instantly triggered a gale, and unexpectedly, Mr. Sheng swept across Yang Tian's location, scattering the land and tossing soil into the sky.
You could feel the force!
Yet, Yang Tian leaped effortlessly, unfazed; he slowly struck back with his own paw. Behind him, the ancestor of demons mimicked Yang Tian's attack, extending a hand that directly grasped the Armored Tiger.
"Oh no, buddy!"
Yang Tian gazed at the captive Armored Tiger and smiled faintly, but a chilly frost briefly flashed across his face. He let out a hum, "I could either fulfill you or annihilate you!"
No matter what, the Iron Armored Tiger ferociously struggled, suddenly crashing down. Then, it transford into a ferocious black blade, gliding midair, and finally landed into Yang Tian's grasp.
"Ah, excellent!"
Yang Tian gripped the blade tightly, slashing across the sky, and ultimately revealed a grin.
But just then, a blue ribbon abruptly appeared in Yang Tian's hands and transford into a little girl in blue. She twisted her waist and declared, "What's good about it! You're bullying us, aren't you!"
"Xiao Yu?"
Yang Tian looked at the little girl dressed in blue, visibly surprised.
Since the conflict over Blackstone Star, Qilin Xiao Yu hadn't sought him out for quite so ti, nearly erasing her existence from Yang Tian's mind.
Even though he was stunned, Xiao Yu was utterly dissatisfied at that mont. She imdiately questioned, "What's with that expression? Did you forget about ?"
"Well, sort of! But it's not my fault. Haven't you been absent for ages?" Yang Tian chuckled.
"Absent? You…"
Without letting Yang Tian finish, Xiao Yu grew angrier, "You know, I haven't seen anyone for so long! You've created things far stronger than what you know! Seriously, I am a Splitter! A Split to demons! You can't completely hide my aura of division; once the demon elites detect my presence—then what? Keep playing coy!"
"Uh…"
Facing those words, Yang Tian was speechless.
Because what Xiao Yu said was true!
The Split Demons from the Upper Realm are akin to the Split Demons and Demon Correctors in the Lower Realm—relentless enemies!
If Yang Tian were discovered by the demon-world elite carrying a splitter, no explanation would suffice!
Back then, Yang Tian faced Tian Bo.
The devil!
The greater the realm, the stronger the devil becos, and that's exactly the situation!
No one acts with wisdom greater than their own heart, and no one seeks favor from unrelated individuals!
Thus, the so-called heart—clarified in ten strokes—must act swiftly!
Just like Yang Tian, who never considered himself a saint. Ever since he embarked on the path of demons, everything he did revolved around those ego-driven ambitions.
Hence, Yang Tian knew that within the demon world, it's sharper outside than it is hidden within!
Although the Blue Demon King had thwarted Yang Tian's curse and sabotaged his fatal strike on the Demon King during the alchemy conference, it all stemd from him needing Yang Tian as a temporary Alchemist!
As for the talented Blue King, he now believed Yang Tian had successfully been refined. No longer concealing the pity on his face, he strode confidently into the East Palace.
Because he didn't care!
He cared not whether Yang Tian was aware of his efforts.
As a supre Monarch, dealing with Yang Tian's late-stage rival seed almost effortless in his eyes.
"Observe the might of this throne's magic!"
Stepping into the imperial palace, gazing at Yang Tian seated cross-legged, his entire body suspended before a dazzling blue spear, the Blue Demon King sneered coldly.
"Good! It's ready!"
Yang Tian nodded slightly as he faced the arriving Blue Demon King.
But to the icy indifference etched on the Blue Demon King's face, Yang Tian appeared blind, and his words seed utterly unbothered.
Composed!
Fearless!
Witnessing Yang Rijia's deanor, the Blue Demon King couldn't help but nod slightly, though a cold smirk lingered deep within his heart.
Calm?
Fearlessness—fine, but so what?
Facing him—the resplendent Blue King—what could Yang Tian possibly do?
Thus, the Blue Demon King paid no heed to Yang Tian's expression or conflicted sentints, slowly extended his hand, saying, "Use it!"
anwhile, the Blue Demon King gathered an imnse force behind his other hand!
If Yang Tian dared to utter even half a word, he'd unleash thunderous energy to obliterate Yang Tian instantly!
After all, with the Magic Weapon ready, killing Yang Tian was within his grasp!
Upon hearing the Blue Monarch's resounding declaration, Yang Tian furrowed his brow, as though he were left with no choice, and reached forward with a hand: "Take this!"
As the words echoed with intensity, the long spear empowered by Yang Tian's magic catapulted sharply toward Demon King Huanlan, carried forward in mutual grasp.
Water Soul Spear!
Holding the spear, the Blue Demon King knew he had finally obtained the magic weapon of his ceaseless day-and-night longing.
Simultaneously, he sensed the Water Soul Spear resonating perfectly with his requirents!
In an instant, he eagerly squeezed out a drop of blood from his finger, letting it drip onto the Water Spirit Spear.
In an instant, the Water Soul Demon Spear unleashed an oceanic azure radiance before vanishing straight into the body of Yan Lan Monarch stationed in Red Square, enveloping him in brilliance!
A living, breathing body-bound magic weapon—this was destiny!
Truly worth every bit of effort!
After years of patience, the Blue Demon King finally secured the magical weapon he had sought. He wouldn't hesitate to adapt instantly.
Following his infusion with the Water Spirit Spear, the Blue Demon King once again gazed at Yang Tian with a smile. "You've displayed courage, standing bold before ! Even when detecting this throne's true intent, you remain composed!"
"Haha, don't hide your thoughts; concealnt itself often proves hard!" Yang Tian chuckled lightly.
"Concealnt? Hmph!"
Hearing Yang Tian's smug self-assessnt, the Yellow Lan Demon King chuckled coldly. "You're far from capable! Yet, this throne admires your courage, so I've altered my thoughts from granting you imdiate death. Care to listen?"
"If you wish to speak, I'll certainly hear it!"
Yang Tian responded with an indifferent smile.
Seeing this, the Blue Demon King waved his hand, instantly lighting up the farthest corner of the palace. Soon, a grand star map materialized, majestically spreading across the ceiling.
"The Demon World! Its ancestor reigning supre, commanding devils across the Four Great Demon Realms. Every devil leaves ten Devil Emperors behind, countless beyond asure!"
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