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At this moment, Yan Zhen stood alone against the Eight Great Sovereigns, exuding an overwhelming aura of dominance. With every movement, a regal presence emanated from him.
When Xu Yao witnessed this scene, he was at a loss for words. First it was Zuo Dao, then the Eleventh Saint Child, and now Yan Zhen; he felt utterly defeated. If it weren't for the fact that all these individuals hailed from the Supreme Academy, his resolve would have shattered in that instant.
The Demon Clan and the Eight Vice Principals had never faced such a dire situation before. The Four Great Demon Lords were particularly shaken, their shock growing with each clash.
Yan Zhen fought with an unrelenting ferocity, seemingly unaware of fatigue. Each strike appeared to be delivered with all his might, yet even after a prolonged battle, he showed no signs of slowing down.
Sword light surged like a dragon, unleashing Demonic Energy. The Nine People on the battlefield were enveloped by the chaotic energies of blue, black, and white, obscuring the true state of affairs. Even those with Spiritual Awareness would find themselves assaulted by overwhelming willpower.
The Demon Cube and others had been stirred into a frenzy, their demonic nature rising to the surface as roars and howls echoed from within the energy mass.
With each encounter, both sides were sent flying by each other's immense power, only to collide once more. Their speed was so swift that it was almost impossible to follow with the eye.
The sounds of clashing weapons and the roar of unleashed power reverberated through the air.
Once again, Yan Zhen was intercepted by the opposing force but showed no signs of recuperation; instead, he transformed into a Dao Sword light and charged forward.
Countless meteors floating in the void were shattered by the shockwaves, disrupting the very fabric of space around them.
Yan Zhen had become a Killer God, fierce and invincible.
The Eight Kings did not back down either; they retaliated with equal force.
Each violent collision tested their bodies and meridians. Yan Zhen's battle robe began to tear, while marks appeared on the bodies of the Eight Kings.
Even more troubling were the surges of energy that invaded their bodies, coursing through them and causing discomfort. Normally, they would have time to expel or refine these foreign powers. However, the intensity of battle left them no opportunity to catch their breath.
Yan Zhen wielded the celestial sword, which instilled a sense of dread in the Eight Kings. Although it did not inflict any harm upon them, each strike from the sword sent a bothersome celestial energy surging into their bodies.
At this moment, Yan Zhen was in a dire state, with eight foreign energies invading his meridians and flesh. He relied on his formidable willpower to suppress them, while the Great Guardian Sword also released some celestial energy within him to help quell these foreign forces.
Though the Demon Clan was often criticized, each of the Eight People had their own strengths. The Demon Cube's power was insidious and could damage one's meridians; the Demon Lord's was venomous; the Demon Alliance's was corrosive; and Mo Jie’s was domineering.
The demonic energy in the Demon Realm surged like a wild spring breeze; as long as even a trace remained, it could grow rapidly. The Demon Field caused chaos in the mind, while Yao Duo's demonic energy was chaotic yet exceptionally pure, making it difficult to dispel immediately. The Demonic Light was particularly strange.
Suppressing even one type of energy was challenging under normal circumstances, let alone dealing with eight at once, especially considering that their masters were all at the king level.
However, Yan Zhen seemed unfazed. He attacked when necessary and defended when needed, only exerting the effort required to suppress these hidden dangers without wasting any additional strength.
Meanwhile, reinforcements from Supreme Academy, led by other Grand Instructors, arrived at the scene. The cannon fodder from the War Department blocking the entrance to the Great Star Domain near the Starry Battlefield had been completely annihilated. Yet neither side paid much attention to this.
Yao Qingmu merely led the War Department to retreat at a distance, feeling no remorse for the deaths of these expendable troops. Demons lacked many things but never lacked cannon fodder.
Zuo Dao and his companions focused entirely on the battlefield. Everything happening there could disrupt Xu Yao's judgment, but it could not hinder Zuo Dao's powerful Spiritual Awareness.
He noticed something amiss within Yan Zhen but did not understand why his senior brother allowed these demons to rampage inside him. He waved his hand to stop the Seven Unruly Disciples from volunteering for battle and instructed all other Academy Battle Divisions to retreat except for the Tiger Soul War Division. After that, he took no further action.
This left some instructors from Supreme Academy feeling quite uncomfortable. However, seeing that Xu Yao did not react either, they held back their frustrations, though their impression of Zuo Dao had significantly diminished.
For some reason, Zuo Dao felt that something was off but could not pinpoint what exactly was wrong.
Suddenly, as he saw Yan Zhen swing his sword again, a shock surged through him—calamity!
Yes, it was indeed calamity. Not only him, but even the Seven Unruly Disciples and Teng Chong had all entered the Robbery Realm. So why had the calamity not yet descended?
As long as one reached the Robbery Realm, calamity became an inevitable occurrence. Otherwise, it could not be called the Robbery Realm.
The three stages of calamity—hundred calamities, thousand calamities, and ten thousand calamities—did not mean that one must endure a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand calamities. Rather, it referred to the difficulty of the calamities, indicating a hundredfold, thousandfold, or ten-thousandfold increase in difficulty compared to usual.
Yan Zhen's killing intent grew even more intense; the Holy Aura behind him seemed to be infected by this killing intent, beginning to transform into a sword shape, though the duality of yin and yang still existed.
Manifestation of the Sacred.
Moreover, it was different from the ordinary Manifestation of the Sacred. Zuo Dao finally understood what Yan Zhen intended to do.
In fact, both Zuo Dao and the Twelve Disciples had been suppressing the power within themselves. It wasn't that there was no calamity; rather, they had suppressed their power so that the path did not sense it.
In this battle, Yan Zhen had to go all out. However, doing so risked triggering a calamity. At this moment, allowing a calamity to descend would be detrimental to future cultivation; thus, Yan Zhen simply let this energy surge into his body to serve as a form of indirect suppression.
This way, he avoided the descent of calamity while being able to fight with abandon. Yet, the pain he would have to endure was beyond human comprehension.
Understanding this point allowed Zuo Dao to relax. As long as Yan Zhen's foundation remained intact and he did not die, even if he sustained severe injuries, they would merely be a trivial matter in his eyes.
However, plans often fall short of changes. Yan Zhen had calculated everything but forgot about the existence of the Saint Aspect. Zuo Dao also overlooked this issue because he had not encountered the Saint Aspect himself and did not know what its specific manifestation would entail.
With another full-force strike from Yan Zhen, he sent the Eight Kings reeling backward. Yet he could no longer hold back; a mouthful of dark blood erupted from him.
Its color was like ink, with several traces of a sinister aura lingering on top. If it were anyone else, they would have died countless times by now.
Yan Zhen's gaze grew colder as he realized that the energy of the Four Demon Kings was slowly being assimilated into his blood. This could only mean one thing: Yan Zhen possessed the Bloodline of the demon race.
Yan Zhen had never known his origins or background. He had lived with his master since he could remember, and from a young age, he understood that he was an orphan, taken in by his master. He didn't even know who his parents were, and neither did his master.
The activation of the Blood of the Demon Emperor led him to speculate about his origins, but he truly did not want to believe it was true. At the same time, a bigger question arose in his mind: if he carried the Bloodline of the demon race, why could he still unleash Holy Aura?
This was completely impossible unless one of his parents was a saint and the other a demon. But how could that be? Saints and demons were sworn enemies, and since arriving at Supreme Academy, he had never heard of any demon being related to a Saint.
Unable to make sense of it, Yan Zhen decided to give up. It wasn't just him; the Demon Cube also felt a wave of disturbance within.
He was the Demon King, and more importantly, he was a follower of the king. He knew much more than an ordinary person.
When he sensed that his own demonic power was being assimilated by Yan Zhen, he felt an uncontainable shock. At the same time, he noticed the transformation of Yan Zhen's Saint Aspect, causing him to momentarily ease his offensive.
He recalled an incident from when he followed the king, which ultimately shaped his identity as a ruler today.
At that time, the Saint Child of Supreme Academy had rampaged through their ranks, provoking a joint effort from the demon kings and lords to severely injure her during her escape. However, no one expected that this generation's Saint Child would turn out to be a woman. What surprised him even more was Yan Zhen's surname; when they first exchanged names during their confrontation, he hadn't thought much of it.
But now he realized that the previous Saint Child also bore the surname Yan.
Yan Wugui.
Just a name could instill great fear in the Demon Clan because it represented power and slaughter.
Yan Zhen and Yan Wugui, along with the words the Demon King had once spoken to the outside world, had already formed a vague understanding in his mind. If the truth of the matter was indeed as he suspected, then it would be quite a spectacle. However, this might also be what the Demon King wanted to see the most.
Although it was the Demon King's novice who had thrown that infant into the chaotic space, didn't that only further clarify Yan Zhen's identity?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but send a message to the other three kings. He had no good impression of the demon race; there was no telling what conflicts might arise later.
When the Three Kings received the message from the Demon Cube, they hesitated for a moment. However, they subtly slowed their offensive without drawing attention and gradually moved closer to the Demon Cube, wanting to clarify the situation.
But how could he reveal the truth without permission from the king? He could only use the Demon King's authority as a pretext. This left the other Three Kings even more puzzled. However, considering the status of the Demon Cube within the demon race, they still chose to trust his words.
This development increased the pressure on the four demon kings. Yan Zhao was someone who retaliated even more fiercely when attacked.
As the Demon King's offensive slowed down, the demon race's attacks became more vigorous, and the pressure on Yan Zhen intensified.
At this point in battle, a thread of clarity returned to Yan Zhen's mind. The ten powers within him began to surge under his conscious organization, striking at one of the most crucial aspects of Holy Vision: Manifestation of the Sacred.
From the very beginning, Yan Zhen had prepared for this moment. Entering a berserk state was also under his conscious guidance. If he could no longer suppress his internal power, this would be an opportunity to break through to a higher stage.
His background meant that he was different from ordinary Saint Children because he possessed a complete inheritance in his mind. He was also preparing for his junior brothers and sisters; as long as he succeeded, he could ensure that they would enter the Saint Realm more swiftly and truly.
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