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The evolution of Yan Zhen and the others was still incomplete when a Demon appeared, leaving Zuo Dao at a loss about his luck. After Hong Chuang and the others retreated to Zuo Dao's side, they instinctively moved closer to the Colorful Light Sphere, which he did not oppose.
"Monsters? Great monsters? Big monsters." Everyone was puzzled by what Zuo Dao was saying, except for the Azure Robed Demon across from them, who trembled at his words.
"Child, how do you know there are great monsters?" Yao Qiujing asked. Most people were familiar with ordinary monsters, but only those from prestigious families with Ancient Heritage or beings that had existed for eons knew of the distinction of great monsters.
"I not only know about great monsters, but I also know about the likes of Sovereigns, Emperors, Kings, and Immortals." Zuo Dao thought it was inevitable that they would have to fight, but he hoped it wouldn't be now; it would be best to wait until Yan Zhen and the others had fully evolved. Thus, he employed the strategy of delay.
"I'm just curious as to why there are monsters in this place. Let me guess, you aren't one of the escaped monsters from the ancient war, are you?" Zuo Dao's mischievous smile completely betrayed him.
"Escaped monster? Who do you think I am? I, Yao Qiujing, was cast down here by those damned Immortals!" Yao Qiujing exploded in anger. He was furious at being seen through, though he was also somewhat dazed.
After being cast down here in ancient times, he had been in a deep slumber. Upon waking up, he found himself unable to break free from this planet's constraints, trapped here against his will.
What a great opportunity! Looking at the distant Colorful Light Sphere, Yao Qiujing's eyes glowed with a green light a foot long, sending chills down the spines of the surrounding Cultivators.
The battle began abruptly. Before Hong Chuang and the others could react, Zuo Dao had already engaged Yao Qiujing in combat.
To avoid harming these weaker Cultivators behind him and to prevent the battle from affecting Yan Zhen and the others, Zuo Dao charged forward before his opponent could make a move.
If Hong Chuang and his group knew what Zuo Dao was thinking at that moment, they might have dug a hole for themselves to bury their heads in—what a blow to their morale!
The bodies of the Demon Clan were incredibly robust; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to suppress Immortals and Gods during the ancient wars.
Yao Qiujing was confident in his strength. When it came to physical combat on this planet, he believed few in this Star Domain could match him. To him, Sword Cultivators were nothing more than weaklings who could be blown away with a single breath.
The child before him was quite interesting for daring to engage him in close combat. He wondered which master had taught him such audacity. However, considering how long it had been since the era of monsters had passed, it was normal for few to remember them.
Although Zuo Dao lost three drops of blood essence during their clash, it didn't significantly impact him; he felt only slightly weakened. But this weakness was relative.
Great monsters? Although Zuo Dao had opened one layer of the monster cave while in the Mirror Realm, he had never ascended to the second layer. He wasn't very familiar with great monsters yet; even if calculated at ten times his strength, it still fell within his capacity to endure.
In the eyes of Hong Chuang and several other powerful Cultivators, they could barely see both figures moving; for other Cultivators, all they saw was a wisp of smoke.
Both fighters moved at incredible speeds; if Zuo Dao was like a wisp of smoke, then Yao Qiujing was like a raging wind.
Fengnu Hao floated lightly in the air. No matter how hard the Demon Seven Nine Six Eight tried, he could not disperse that wisp of smoke. In just a few breaths, both sides had already exchanged over a hundred blows.
After a heavy strike, they finally separated. It was only then that the Cultivator in the distance heard a series of "rumbling" explosions. The sound struck their ears, causing Hong Chuang and the others to turn pale, their cultivation levels nearly causing them to faint outright.
The two sides were surprisingly powerful; the sonic booms generated by their battle were enough to knock out a Golden Core True Person. If one were to truly engage in combat with these two, they wouldn't even know how they died.
Zuo Dao felt exhilarated; after experiencing the void transformation, he hadn't fought this joyfully in a long time.
He shook his hands and twisted his neck.
“ebaby,” he instinctively muttered.
“What? Despicable?” Demon Seven Nine Six Eight felt hurt. How was he being despicable?
However, the pressure from Zuo Dao was now evident; his arms felt sore, and he could sense a slight stagnation where he had been hit by demon energy. In contrast, his opponent seemed unfazed, bouncing around as if nothing had happened.
Although Demon Seven Nine Six Eight had not fully recovered and his mind was a bit muddled, this did not hinder him from drawing conclusions about his opponent.
“Who exactly are you? There’s no way someone like you exists in Moling Star?” He felt it necessary to ask something. But Zuo Dao dismissed his question with disdain.
“Demon, this isn’t your place; hurry home, your mom is calling for you.”
Those who had encountered Zuo Dao knew that his verbal skills had reached an immortal level.
“Fine, then you can die! Demon Slayer Technique.” Demon Seven Nine Six Eight no longer held back; he decided to end this quickly. Pure demon energy surged forth, bringing Zuo Dao back to the days spent in the demon cave.
The ever-present demon energy spread across the ground, igniting a spark of bloodlust within him.
“Come on, let me see the true power of a great demon.” He swung his fist.
Human-Faced Peach Blossom clashed head-on with Demon Slayer Technique.
Both demons and devils possessed two extraordinary Cultivation Methods—God Slaughtering and Immortal Devouring—these were the foundations upon which they waged war across the starry skies. These two Cultivation Methods were inherited by demons and devils at birth but required comprehension; some demons spent their entire lives unable to grasp them while others could understand them instantly. Such demons and Demon Lords would be bestowed with their own titles.
In ancient times, Demon Seven Nine Six Eight was also considered a notable figure; he understood well his ranking among the countless demon armies. To have a name based on numbers meant one was a leader in their own right.
Peach blossoms fell slowly within the veil of demonic energy, forming countless manifestations of demons, each with a different expression, yet all were ferocious and terrifying, some even drenched in blood.
Hong Chuang was stunned by the scene before him. How deep must one’s understanding of "intent" be to create such a domain?
The peach blossom imprint of demonic energy had always pressured others with intent during Zuo Dao's battles. Yet he had no clear reference point to gauge his own level. The Drunken Old Man? He was merely a decorative figure who couldn't take action.
Demon 7968 never expected the existence of the Bloodline of the Gods on this planet. Had he known, he would have avoided this place at all costs.
Although devouring Divine Blood Immortal Soul would greatly benefit demons, it required him to negate the side effects that both could impose on him. A moment of carelessness could lead to his demise, while these Cultivators consumed it steadily—slow but safe.
The Great Formation could no longer contain the explosive power unleashed by both sides. A sound akin to shattering glass echoed as the Great Formation collapsed. The ground reverted to its scorching, sandy landscape.
Flower Roll Sand, Demon Sand, and countless Dragons danced chaotically in the air. The ground trembled violently, glowing grains of sand were lifted and dropped repeatedly by the force, then annihilated by the powers of both sides. Within their battle zone, even lifeless objects were obliterated.
Demon 7968 was predictably thrown into the air by this force. Only Zuo Dao remained quietly suspended in the storm.
"Defend!" With Hong Chuang's desperate roar, the Cultivators were jolted awake, frantically activating their defensive shields. In an instant, light erupted everywhere. Some felt unsafe after raising their protective barriers and triggered various protective treasures instead. The entire scene was nothing short of chaos.
Zuo Dao shook his head at the sight from above; these Cultivators had grown too comfortable in this world, forgetting what true combat entailed.
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