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He had not witnessed the previous battle against the Eight Great Sovereigns firsthand, but enduring for such a long time under the attack of a Demon King was already an impressive feat. Although Yao Qingmu was a newly ascended Demon King, a king was still a king; ordinary Cultivators could not withstand such power merely through numbers.
The reputation of the Saint Child was formidable. Even if he was not a fully realized Saint Child, his presence alone could make them take the situation seriously.
At this moment, the Twelve Holy Sons had already retreated into the War Department. A change in equipment was inevitable; the upcoming battles would be even more intense. Good gear could enhance combat effectiveness and increase survival rates.
With the Demon King intervening in the war, the entire battlefield fell silent as waves of the Demon Army retreated like a tide. In the center stood only the Four Great Demon Lords and Four Great Demon Kings facing off against Zuo Dao and his companions.
Zuo Dao stood alone at the front lines, coldly staring at his opponents.
Ah, the Eight Great Sovereigns! Just thinking about them ignited a flame within his heart. His battle with Jiang Yuqi had opened his eyes to the power dynamics of this world, and his fight at dawn had revealed to him the limits of his own Realm strength.
In Moling Star, he had never had a good comparison and thus remained unaware of where his limits lay. The Great Star Domain truly lived up to its reputation as a Higher Realm. Although he possessed strength at the Endless Cycle Realm, he knew that his true potential lay far beyond that. It was just that this world had stunted his growth, much like how Moling Star could only produce Nascent Soul Cultivators.
Madness and Deception—this was a shared understanding. Although Yao Qingmu was not on their level, if he could suppress a king in battle, then his strength must not be lacking.
Mo Jie was at the forefront, with a robust physique and a massive build; in human form, he resembled a giant bear with fur covering his body.
"Kid, hand over your twelve companions behind you, and I'll let you go," Mo Jie declared. Though fierce, he was not foolish; if he could avoid fighting, that would be best. Moreover, this kid gave him an unsettling feeling of danger.
Zuo Dao remained silent, continuing to gaze coldly at Mo Jie while privately adjusting his own state. Gradually, Mo Jie felt an unsettling chill under Zuo Dao's unwavering stare.
This kid was too strange; he exuded an inexplicable aura. If it were merely a matter of lower Realm strength, his instincts were signaling him with dangerous warnings.
The other kings spread out around them, firmly sealing off the area. Even if reinforcements arrived for their opponents, breaking through would not be easy.
Zuo Dao had long since witnessed the formidable physical prowess of the demon race. The Great Dream Heart Sutra cultivation method began to circulate within him. As energy flowed through him, Mo Jie sensed a surge of chaotic power growing within himself at an increasing speed. He could not allow this to continue unchecked.
He would strike first.
Under the astonished gazes of the other Demon Clan kings, Mo Jie launched his attack first. A single punch struck out, shaking the ground—this was The Might of the Monarch.
A monarch's punch could shatter mountains and rivers; one blow could crush vast landscapes and break stars and moons.
The stronger the opponent, the more exhilarated Zuo Dao became; without pressure there was no motivation, and without motivation there was no strength.
A fist met another with equal force.
Human-Faced Peach Blossom.
Seeing this scene, the kings all smiled. They had never faced a physical confrontation with the demon clan before. Although they did not know who this young White-Robed Monk was, his stance suggested he was likely the leader among them.
As the two fists collided, sound vanished, leaving only a visible ripple that rapidly spread outward. The first to bear the brunt were the kings of the Demon Clan, who felt a tremendous force wash over them, making them acutely aware of its might.
The combined forces of Tiger Soul, Machine, and Heterodox were being pushed back relentlessly by this overwhelming power.
What a formidable opponent.
To the kings, such attacks were hardly anything; not even the hems of their garments were disturbed. Yet, deep down, they all felt a moment of shock.
When did a talent beyond the Saint Child emerge among humanity? It couldn't be just talent; it had to be a Monster. Though they themselves were demons, it was now Zuo Dao that made them feel like they were truly human.
Each of the Eight Kings had lived for tens of thousands of years. They had seen many extraordinary talents among humanity besides the Saint Child, but most had been buried by war and time. Even someone as strong as the Saint Child had met a tragic end from severe injuries.
However, these individuals shared a common trait: none had displayed such formidable combat power at Zuo Dao's age. A flicker of concealed killing intent passed through the eyes of the Seven Kings. The Saint Child could not be left alive, and neither could this child.
Even if the Saint Child reached full maturity, he would still be bound by this realm, while they could not foresee how far this child would grow.
Mo Jie's punches grew heavier and heavier. If it weren't for the presence of the Seven Kings suppressing him, this corner of the starry sky would have already been shattered. Meanwhile, Zuo Dao found himself in a precarious situation, completely suppressed by Mo Jie, enduring relentless blows. Yet his expression suggested he was enjoying it.
His Primordial Form of the Great True Martial Body was renowned for its combat prowess; he didn't need to worry about defense. Even if Mo Jie's attacks were ten times stronger, they might not inflict any damage on him. However, seizing this rare opportunity, he chose to "forge his body."
This was a new method of body training. If his physique had already possessed such strength from the beginning, what he was doing now was creating a new constitution for future generations.
Although Divine Lock and Celestial Chain tightly surrounded his body, he inscribed countless miniature formations within it. At that moment, Mo Jie became a free laborer, continuously hammering at his body and promoting the fusion between formations.
The more Mo Jie fought, the more alarmed he became. He knew precisely how heavy his punches were; he could even shatter a planet with one strike. Yet this child had endured over a hundred blows without showing any signs of injury. If his opponent had used some protective treasure, it would have been understandable. However, he had never noticed any such action from him throughout their encounter.
Moreover, from the sensation in his hands, he could tell that his opponent wasn't wearing any inner armor. This meant that Zuo Dao was relying entirely on his physical defense to withstand all his attacks.
Zuo Dao's reaction was sudden; he began with the Hundred Forgings from the Great Dream Hammer Technique. He was not someone who would just take hits without retaliating. Seizing a moment of vulnerability during Mo Jie's attack, he launched a fierce counterattack.
His punches flowed like the Yangtze River, relentless and powerful. Except for the initial dozen strikes that Mo Jie managed to evade, the subsequent dozens landed squarely on Mo Jie’s body.
Although the demon race was physically robust, their clothing could not withstand Zuo Dao's onslaught. After a hundred strikes, Mo Jie looked like a beggar, his clothes tattered and in shambles.
On the surface, Zuo Dao's punches seemed light. However, what were the Seven Kings? They could see through the shredded fabric to the clear imprints of Zuo Dao's fists on Mo Jie’s flesh, sinking three inches deep, with some even showing the patterns of his knuckles distinctly.
Mo Jie endured Zuo Dao's assault without retreating an inch, displaying the pride of a king. But then his expression changed drastically as a sharp pain radiated from the fist marks. This pain pierced his very soul, making him realize something terrifying in that moment.
"Celestial!?"
Upon hearing Mo Jie's words, the Seven Kings rushed over.
"What’s going on, Mo Jie?" Demon Cube sensed something was wrong when he saw Mo Jie’s change in color. It was already difficult for them to injure Mo Jie, their king.
Though Mo Jie’s Demon Gold Body was not fully developed, it was not something an ordinary person could shake. Even demons acknowledged that to injure Mo Jie, one would need to exert fifty percent of their strength.
What did it mean to have five layers of power?
The king among demons, the ruler of rulers; five layers of power could annihilate every king present. This was the difference. All the kings turned their serious gazes toward Zuo Dao.
It turned out that the Twelve Disciples were merely a facade; could this child be the true killing move? Luring their clan's king into a trap to be slain?
A thought suddenly emerged in these kings' minds.
"There’s a problem." Mo Jie finally shook off the soul-piercing pain. "His strength isn’t great; it’s just that his fists carry a power that restrains our demon race. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it resembles the legendary celestial energy."
"What?"
At this revelation, the kings were nearly driven to flee in panic.
What are celestials? They are legendary beings. Celestial Beings and the Demon Clan are mortal enemies; yet for some unknown reason, Celestial Beings have vanished from this land, leaving only the Demon Clan behind.
The situation on the battlefield changed dramatically in just a few breaths. The Outer Sect Disciples looked at Zuo Dao with fervent eyes, for he was their leader, single-handedly battling the Demon King with overwhelming might.
"Who are you?" Mo Jie, clearly the leader of this group of kings, couldn't help but ask about Zuo Dao's performance.
"Supreme Academy - Sitting Forgetting Academy - Zuo Dao." Zuo Dao didn't intend to face Mo Jie directly; the Great Dream Hammer Technique unexpectedly stirred a thread of Celestial Soul within him, generating a power he had never experienced before. This power was remarkably practical and proved to be quite lethal against the Demon Clan.
"So you are the newly appointed head of the Supreme Academy?" Mo Jie recalled a recent piece of intelligence regarding the White-Robed Youth Cultivator before him. "You are strong; we are no match for you."
"That has nothing to do with me, does it?" Zuo Dao found it strange that the other party would say such a thing.
"If it were one-on-one, we wouldn't stand a chance. Therefore, what you will face next is the combined attack of our Eight Vice Principals." Mo Jie spoke seriously, showing respect for a strong opponent.
"Suit yourself." Zuo Dao shrugged, indicating he had no objections. They were already adversaries, and the fact that the other side could acknowledge this was far better than most humans would.
Zuo Dao waved his hand to signal his War Department to retreat. The Eight Kings did not stop them but sent out messages for their own War Department to withdraw as well.
This would be an extraordinary battle, the first kingly confrontation in millennia; only an absolute space would serve as their battlefield. It wasn't until both sides' War Departments had retreated tens of thousands of miles away that Zuo Dao finally spoke softly.
"This distance should be sufficient."
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