Dao Lord.
Lord of the Demonic Path.
Such an outcome lay far beyond Tu Shan Jun's expectations.
He had thought that even if a Dao Lord came in person, it should have been one from a great clan or major sect. The other party should undoubtedly have belonged to the righteous path.
Later, the Yu family sealed off the news, covered for him, and suppressed the information that the Soul Banner could advance. Thus, everyone merely believed it was an unparalleled holy weapon with deep reserves, one capable of increasing its owner's strength by ten or twenty percent.
Therefore, no Dao Lord had come. At most, a Great Saint would arrive in person.
Tu Shan Jun had originally intended to choose one from among the many Dao Sons. Who could have expected a Dao Lord to appear without a sound?
By the time he reacted, the other party was already this close.
"How could there be a Dao Lord?"
Yu Lingguan's face was as grave as ice frozen for a thousand years.
A terrifying powerhouse capable of halting space with a single step was simply not someone they could resist.
Never mind that they were peerless geniuses and Dao Sons, bearing Dao bodies and supreme foundations. Before absolute strength, all of that was like paper mache.
What was a Dao Son?
A child with hope of attaining the Dao.
In other words, they were the ones most likely to become Dao Lords.
Yet standing before them now was a living, breathing Dao Lord.
Yu Lingguan's heart sank.
Before such a cultivator, he felt like a mere mortal.
Even if he activated his treasure arts and divine abilities, he could not possibly tear apart the stagnation before him. He had been completely immobilized. At this moment, the terror of life and