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But the multitude of demons showed no signs of stopping; their target was Zhao Yang, the young man flying at the top. He had already knocked down at least a thousand Demon Clan Youth from the sky, and even more were falling alongside them, including several talented individuals from the Demon Clan.
They knew that as long as Princess Bai Xi was not specifically targeted, she would be fine and could surely escape from the magical formations.
Zhao Yang's expression darkened. With such a wide-ranging and densely packed assault of magical artifacts, there was no way for him to evade it. He felt frustrated; it seemed he shouldn't have gotten too close to a pure-hearted beauty like Princess Bai Xi, or else he would attract too much hatred. But then again, he thought it was his own fault for being the first to charge in.
Thunder rumbled as lightning appeared on the Heavenly Tree. At this point, they had reached the clouds, and many Demon Clan Youth were struggling; they simply couldn't ascend. The air here was thin, causing True Qi to deplete rapidly and in large quantities. Most people couldn't withstand it.
Zhao Yang roared, "You bunch of vile creatures are simply going too far!"
His overwhelming power erupted forth; Zhao Yang resembled an enraged giant, muscles bulging with explosive beauty that stretched his clothes to their limits. At the same time, an unusual glow surrounded him as Crimson Gold Characters emerged, swirling around his body. With clenched fists and a roar of fury, he braced himself against the torrent of magical artifacts crashing down upon him.
However, shock appeared in everyone's eyes as they witnessed that any magical artifact that touched Zhao Yang immediately shattered into pieces. Many Demon Clan Youth displayed reluctant expressions; although these artifacts weren't precious treasures, acquiring one that perfectly suited them required years of nurturing and refinement; otherwise, they might not function properly.
With Zhao Yang's furious roar, countless magical artifacts met their end, turning into fragments.
In Zhao Yang's palm appeared a small flying dagger radiating divine light. This dagger possessed its own spirit; its weapon soul was transformed from the soul of the Divine Serpent Saint Child. After three years of refinement by Zhao Yang, it had become completely obedient to him and posed no threat of backlash.
It is said that divine weapons choose their masters; however, the Supreme Dao Artifact Inch of Light was personally forged by Song Baliang for Zhao Yang. As the first generation of its new master, the soul of the Divine Serpent Saint Child instinctively yielded and trembled before Zhao Yang; how could it possibly betray him? Its emergence attracted countless magical artifacts. When these artifacts were destroyed by Zhao Yang, they released a vibrant aura—soul energy from the remnants of spiritual weapons—which greatly influenced the growth of the Supreme Dao Artifact. Inch of Light frantically absorbed this explosive residual soul energy, growing stronger and even increasing in size by an inch. Its ferocity intensified as it actively circled around Zhao Yang, demolishing numerous magical artifacts in a frenzy.
On the ground, the Demon Empress stared at Zhao Yang within the massive sphere of magical artifacts, her expression contemplative as she murmured to herself, "Is there truly a favored child of heaven in this world? Is everything bestowed upon them the best?"
Some individuals are born with supreme powers—Innate Divine Ability—rumored to be favored by heaven itself, destined to ascend to immortality and govern the celestial realm.
Zhao Yang screamed amidst the relentless bombardment from magical artifacts; even the strongest defenses would eventually tire out. Thousands upon thousands of magical artifacts were exhausting him to death.
“Demon Empress, if you don’t save me soon, don’t blame me for being ruthless and wiping them out!” Zhao Yang shouted from within the magical array, his voice filled with urgency. It was clear he was on the verge of collapse; no one could withstand the pressure of Zhao Yang's array for long, not even the most defensive genius.
Even the Black Tortoise, known for its incredible defense among the demon race, would likely be crying for help by now.
The Demon Empress initially intended to call off the Demon Clan Youth, as it was excessive for tens of thousands to attack Zhao Yang simultaneously. After all, a single spit from each could drown a person.
However, every face in the crowd was lit up with smiles. Yes, it was quite satisfying to see a genius humiliated, to witness an unparalleled talent being suppressed. Especially since he was so handsome; when men saw someone more attractive than themselves, their first instinct was often admiration and a desire to befriend him. But when they saw him with their goddess, that admiration quickly turned into disdain.
What good is a beautiful flower if it’s always planted in cow dung?
Clearly, Zhao Yang was the kind of person who naturally drew hatred. He was impressive and could be even more so, but having offended everyone meant he had incurred their wrath. Throughout history, those who angered the masses never ended well. At this moment, Zhao Yang was already bleeding from the impacts of the magical artifacts. In just a moment more, he would be crushed to death. Then, history would record that since ancient times, the most astonishing genius Zhao Yang fell victim to evil forces and was overwhelmed by the collective might of demons.
The Demon Empress had wanted to stop the Demon Clan Youth but sensed something clever in Zhao Yang's words.
Zhao Yang said, “If you don’t save me soon, don’t blame me for being ruthless and wiping them out!”
On the surface, it sounded like a plea for mercy, but it was also a warning. One person against seventy or eighty thousand; he claimed he would annihilate them if they didn’t relent. Such grandiose words made the Demon Empress smile; she wanted to see how a Divine Transformation Stage individual would fare against such overwhelming numbers.
She had never heard of an attack so formidable that one Divine Transformation Stage individual could kill seventy or eighty thousand people. Theoretically, the power would be dispersed among them, leaving little impact on each individual. Even with large-scale attacks, those seventy or eighty thousand were not fools; they wouldn’t just stand there and take it. Even if each exerted just ten percent of their strength, it would be enough to turn the tides.
So the Demon Empress laughed.
And so did the demons around her.
"Is this human genius really not going to shed tears until he reaches the Yellow River? Is he begging for mercy or threatening us?" A Demon Clan Youth laughed so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face. He felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, even a thrill; nothing could be more exhilarating than tormenting an invincible Super Genius of the same generation.
"Yeah, he claims that he can wipe us all out by himself. I really don't know how he can boast like that. It's rumored that he possesses Power Rules, Mighty Spirit, a Supreme Dao Artifact, the Transform into Sheep Technique, and even that mysterious Spirit Pearl. Yet when facing the Central Sovereign, he was still utterly defenseless. So what if he's invincible among his peers? What era is this? Who in their right mind would go solo? Group fights are the way to go!" A proud demon cultivator chimed in.
"Smash him to pieces! It would be best if we could cripple him—ha ha! I mean, cripple him in that way, controlling the magical treasures to crash into him, making sure he can't get too close to the princess!" A lewd Demon Clan Youth chuckled sinisterly.
"Damn, you're ruthless!" Another cultivator gave a thumbs up to the lewd Demon Clan Youth.
Bai Xi's face showed signs of anxiety as she turned to the Demon Empress and said, "Father, if you don't save him soon, he's going to die! If he dies, I won't acknowledge you anymore!"
The Demon Empress displayed a troubled expression and replied, "You see, everyone wants to play this way. If I go against public opinion... Besides, you just heard him say he wants to annihilate everyone. These seventy or eighty thousand people... they're still young. I don't mind some boasting, but if it gets out of hand, there will be consequences—heh heh."
The smile of the Demon Empress carried a hint of malice; it seemed like she was turning a blind eye to someone in peril.
In the sky, the Thunder Sound grew louder as countless thunderclaps echoed, splitting the frozen clouds and striking the branches of the Heavenly Tree.
"I can't take it anymore! You all are forcing me!" Zhao Yang roared, issuing a warning.
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