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Perhaps Yan Zhen was not the highest in rank among the twelve, nor the strongest in power. However, his unwavering determination was the most striking among them.
Due to the inaction of the Drunken Old Man, Yan Zhen was seen as both a teacher and a brother to the other five disciples at Zuo Wang Peak. He was the oldest among them, which naturally placed the responsibility of caring for his younger siblings on his shoulders. An orphan raised by the Drunken Old Man, he regarded these individuals as his closest family.
He could face danger himself, but he would never allow harm to come to his loved ones.
Although he knew that even without his intervention, Zuo Dao could resolve the situation, he refused to let that happen. It wasn't out of pride; it was because he was their elder brother.
In silence, he erupted once more.
Ignoring the distance between them, Yan Zhen struck with his sword.
The Great Guardian Sword sang in his hands, leaping with joy.
A Dao Pu—a seemingly unremarkable flash of sword light—danced in the void, appearing so ordinary and inconspicuous. Only those who faced this Dao Sword light understood its terrifying nature.
With unwavering conviction wrapped in boundless killing intent, he unleashed the Guardian's Fury Slash.
The Eight Demon Kings also launched their attacks simultaneously, eight strikes tearing through space to meet the sword light. With a thunderous explosion, the sword reflected its wielder's essence and intent.
Even with all Eight Kings attacking together, they could not suppress this Dao Sword light; it merely tangled with them for a moment before breaking through their blockade and heading straight for its target.
Still that plain and unremarkable sword light, yet the Eight Kings dared not look directly at it. As they dodged away, a sudden realization struck them.
The point of impact of the sword light.
Every one of them was seasoned enough to recognize something was amiss after a failed strike. Yan Zhen's target was not them at all; it was the Demon Army far behind them.
"Brat, how dare you!"
A thunderous roar erupted as the Four Kings pursued the sword light, while the remaining Four Kings attacked Yan Zhen.
Yao Qingmu reacted swiftly when the Eight Kings sensed something was amiss, charging towards the sword light. The Demon Devouring Immortal Technique was unleashed with full force, and a vague Demon Shadow formed behind him, indistinct and lacking the solidity of the Eight Kings.
As soon as he made contact, Yao Qingmu realized he could not withstand it. The newly formed Demon Shadow was instantly shattered by the sword light, and the demonic energy within him felt suppressed, moving at an unbearably heavy pace.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest; caught between life and death, Yao Qingmu had no time to hesitate. He activated the Demon Devouring Immortal Technique to its highest level, attempting to absorb the celestial energy within the sword light to lessen its impact.
It was this very block that gave the Four Demon Kings an opportunity. They focused their energy into a Southeast Demon Palm and struck fiercely at the sword light.
The highest level Yao Qingmu could achieve with his Demon Devouring Immortal Technique was only the fourth layer, while the four demon kings had reached eight layers. With just one more breakthrough, they could enter the final ninth layer.
Yao Qingmu formed a shield of demonic energy with both hands to firmly resist the tip of the sword light, but that light still advanced toward his chest at a visible speed.
At that moment, the attacks from the Four Great Demon Kings followed closely behind, fiercely grasping at the Dao Sword's glow.
The combined strength of five Great Demon Kings barely managed to halt the onslaught of the sword light.
The sword light surged like a dragon, twisting and turning among the five Great Demon Kings as it sought to break through their blockade. The immense power contained within it was unleashed, causing the giant palm formed by the demonic energy of the Four Great Demon Kings to be riddled with holes. Yet they still held tightly onto the sword light, preventing it from advancing even an inch. This allowed Yao Qingmu to catch his breath and evade a fatal blow to his chest.
Meanwhile, Fang, Da, Tong, and Jie—the Four Demon Kings—attacked Yan Zhen. Yan Zhen's swordsmanship was as steady and restrained as his character. Despite being engulfed in rage, he remained clear-headed, using the might of his celestial sword to engage in an evenly matched battle against the Four Demon Lords.
Having a Celestial Artifact did not mean invincibility; Yan Zhen could only wield the Great Guardian Sword due to his alignment with its Source. However, his own Realm remained at Hundred Tribulations Realm. Coupled with enhancements from the celestial sword and Saintly Aspect, he was still not far behind those in Endless Cycle Realm.
The Four Great Demon Lords were subtly stronger than countless Robber Monks; for Yan Zhen to fight at this level was already remarkable.
Yet he would never entertain such thoughts. The cultivation methods of the Eight Great Demon Kings had crossed his bottom line. The countless souls of fallen Human Cultivators seemed to weep in his ears.
Vow to Kill.
Though known for their "madness" at Zuo Wang Peak, Zuo Dao and the others understood that Yan Zhen was even more of a "Raging Senior Brother."
Demon Butcher and Demon Devouring Immortal were not mere illusions.
The title of Raging Senior Brother was no rumor either.
A non-human roar erupted from Yan Zhen in the center of the battlefield.
"Roar..."
Yan Zhen's aura shifted dramatically, as countless violent gusts of energy swirled around him.
He finally abandoned all sense of Clarity and fully embraced a state of rage.
Seeing this, Zuo Dao couldn't help but twitch his lips; this was a huge problem!
Not just a problem, but a major one.
The Four Great Demon Lords felt an incredibly powerful and familiar aura erupt after hearing Zuo Dao's roar.
"King."
The Four Demon Lords simultaneously exclaimed in disbelief, yet Yan Zhen was undeniably emanating an aura that only the Demon King of Kings could possess.
Zuo Dao felt a headache coming on. He had never understood what made this senior brother's Bloodline so different, but now he finally grasped it.
Blood of the Demon Emperor.
Emperor Among Kings.
Even the Four Great Demon Kings, who had just exhausted their sword light, were taken aback.
In a mysterious space within the Starry Battlefield, the "Demon King" rose as Yan Zhen unleashed the aura of “Blood of the Demon Emperor,” piercing through countless dimensions to fix his gaze upon Yan Zhen.
The pressure from the Source combined with their inner doubts caused the attacks in the hands of the four demon monarchs to momentarily falter.
However, in his frenzied state, Yan Zhen did not pause; he raised his sword high.
Guardian's Critical Strike.
Countless beams of sword light surged forth like a massive wave towards the Four Kings. As the sword light swept through, numerous fragments of space fell away, and only then did the Four Demon Lords react. They roared in unison, no longer concerned with what had happened to Yan Zhen.
The Demon Slaughter Technique was activated. Instantly, a surge of demonic power emerged, forming a terrifying demonic visage that spanned a thousand feet, lunging at the wave to devour the sword light whole.
The entire Starry Battlefield trembled; kings possessed world-destroying power, and emperors could annihilate worlds with Creation.
Yet, kings were not kings, and emperors were not emperors. Even so, they shattered this expanse of starry sky, turning countless celestial bodies to ashes amidst their clash.
Zuo Dao retreated step by step until he reached the rear line of demon resistance. However, he inevitably encountered the opposing War Department.
Since Zuo Dao and his group had nothing better to do, they took advantage of the situation to slay demons in the Starry Battlefield, where rewards awaited them. Thus, Zuo Dao, without any scruples, led his troops into battle.
While Xu Yao was charging forward, he suddenly felt a lightness in pressure and realized that behind him lay a blood-soaked path. In the distance, he could see several other Eternal Cultivators from the Supreme Academy leading their forces to expand the battlefront. However, something seemed off ahead of him as well.
Against these cannon fodder from the Demon War Division, Zuo Dao advanced with an overwhelming force, slaughtering demons left and right until all that remained were ashes—a feat only a seasoned environmentalist could achieve.
Though there was no pressure now, the cannon fodder from the War Department swarmed like water, seemingly endless. He truly wondered how the Demon Clan managed to "plant" so many cannon fodder in the first place.
In the vast expanse of the Starry Battlefield, Zuo Dao felt as if he had dropped a single drop of water into an ocean, yet it stirred up enormous waves.
At that moment, Xu Yao also sensed something amiss. He simply could not fathom who from the Supreme Academy could achieve such a feat. How many from the War Department had arrived to make this possible?
When Zuo Dao came into his line of sight, Xu Yao was utterly stunned.
Is this really the Tiger Soul War Division?
Before he could think further, a young white-haired cultivator appeared before him.
"Old man, hello!"
Xu Yao's expression darkened immediately. Old man? How long had it been since he had heard that term directed at him?
If it weren't for Zuo Dao being at the forefront of the Tiger Soul War Division, and if he hadn't noticed that the entire War Department was led by this cultivator, he would have wanted to teach the young man a lesson.
"Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that an old man like you is here fighting and killing. If you happen to get yourself killed here, that would be disastrous." Zuo Dao showed no signs of awareness.
Behind him, Tiger Soul was growing anxious. With Zuo Dao facing away from him, he dared not send a message under Xu Yao's watchful eyes.
"I am Xu Yao, the Grand Instructor of the Supreme Academy."
"Ah, you're not early! Xu Lecturer, greetings! I am Zuo Dao from the Sitting Forgetting Academy." The previously stern-faced Zuo Dao instantly donned a smile upon hearing Xu Yao's words, as if they were long-lost friends.
The Three Women couldn't help but chuckle quietly, while the Seven Unruly Disciples and Teng Chong turned their faces away as if they didn't recognize Zuo Dao at all.
"You are the newly appointed head of the Sitting Forgetting Academy!" Xu Yao was somewhat surprised. He had just emerged from seclusion and hadn't had time to catch up on recent events, but he was aware of Zuo Dao's existence. He just hadn't expected him to be so young—this young was simply outrageous.
"Indeed, it is you." Although Xu Yao had already believed the other party, hearing Zuo Dao admit it in person still made him burst into laughter.
"Good, good, good! Truly a dragon among men, a proud son."
"You're overpraising me. It's just everyone's kindness; I'm really just an ordinary person," Zuo Dao replied without much expression despite the flattery.
"Alright, enough of that. Did you encounter any powerful demons on your way here?" Xu Yao finally got to the point.
At this moment, the sounds of fighting around them had gradually weakened. The sudden appearance of Zuo Dao had turned the tide against the demons; no matter how many there were, it was futile.
"Yes, they're still fighting up ahead."
"What? Who's fighting?"
"Oh, they're ganging up on someone." Zuo Dao hesitated for a moment but chose to say it selectively.
"Ganging up? Are those old geezers faster than me?" Xu Yao questioned, feeling puzzled. He should have been the first to arrive when he sensed the kingly aura; it was impossible for anyone to be faster than him unless it was "those people."
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