South Sea Return Ruins

"Canglan River Water Monarch?" A flicker of shock likewise appeared on Zhuang Yuechan's face. A Demon Lord of the Demon Race and a True Lord of the human race were entirely different concepts.

"Wasn't he away from Canglan?"

"The death of a Demon King qualified to undergo the Dragon Transformation Tribulation is no small matter. By my reckoning, the aftermath should have only just been dealt with. It is only natural for this Demon Lord to rush back," Song Changsheng said in a deep voice.

"So Master, True Lord Wutian of the Heavenly Meridian Sect, and True Lord Heavenly Sword of the Golden Crow Sect have also been invited." After reading the contents recorded in the jade slip, Zhuang Yuechan slowly let out a breath. The names on the list were all key participants in the previous battle at the Canglan River. Perhaps it was because of that matter?

"He may wish to thank us for this trip, but he may also want to catch us all in one net," Song Changsheng said jokingly.

Zhuang Yuechan rolled her eyes at him. "With that Demon Lord's cultivation, wiping out Great Qi would take no more than an instant. He should have no need for such methods."

The lifespans of dragon species could not be measured by common sense to begin with, and the Tuolong Clan was an exemplar of longevity. According to the records, this Demon Lord had cultivated for at least several thousand years.

Even if Su Ding were still alive, he would have been no more than a slightly larger ant before him.

The only things that could be considered obstacles were likely the fifth-tier guardian Great Arrays of the Golden Crow Sect and the Heavenly Meridian Sect, but they were merely obstacles. Such was the terror of a