If It's You, I Can Give It a Try

The entire town was steeped in oppression.

Everyone's minds were in chaos, like a pot of porridge.

Although some had already secretly contacted experts from the ancient clans, it would take time for them to arrive.

This Demon King had given them only half a day—he had clearly calculated the time it would take those experts to get here.

By the time those experts arrived, this Demon King would have long since slaughtered everyone.

Everyone's thoughts were in a tangled mess.

Yet many people still shot into the sky at once, fleeing this place.

Among them were Dugu Wudi, Zhao Xuantian, and Huangfu Wang.

They split directly into two groups.

Zhao Xuantian headed alone for the Imperial City.

Dugu Wudi and Huangfu Wang, meanwhile, rushed toward the Sky Sword Sect.

The remaining ancient clans split up as well. Some charged toward the Imperial City, while others headed for the Golden Light Temple.

Who cared if floods surged behind them? At this moment, rescuing their sect members was what mattered most.

Inside the secret realm.

Lu Chen moved like a fish in water, his body as swift as lightning. He charged back and forth through the endless horde of demons, slaughtering his way through them. Whenever the divine weapon in his hand flashed, virtually no demon could last three exchanges against him.

Nearly every demon died in a single move.

Streams of invisible Merit Points rapidly appeared before his eyes.

There were Merit Points from killing demons, as well as Merit Points gained from inadvertently saving his companions.

That was equivalent to double the Merit Points.

The sight both thrilled him and set off warning bells in his heart.

He worried that if he kept killing like this, he might draw the Demon King's special attention.

If that Demon King personally came after him, things would become troublesome.

But with so many Merit Points before him, he simply could not restrain himself.

Put a weasel in a henhouse, and there was no way it would behave itself.

So Lu Chen continued to pick out the stronger demons to hunt down whenever possible.

Whoosh!

Splat!

Three more powerful types of demons exploded, their corpses torn into pieces as blood mist filled the air.

You killed three demons. Merit Points +6000!

You aided two human Grandmasters, preserving the sparks of humanity. Merit Points +5000!

"Master, what realm is that Demon King likely in?" Lu Chen transmitted his voice.

"Not clear for now. But any creature that can be called a king is, at minimum, equivalent to the human Dharma Aspect Realm," Dugu Wudi transmitted back.

"Dharma Aspect Realm?"

Lu Chen's gaze flickered.

He was currently at the Fifth Level of the Golden Body Realm. With Tenfold Combat Power, he could defeat someone at the Eighth Level of the Golden Body Realm.

With two divine weapons and his many talents, he could fight even a Ninth Level Golden Body Realm expert.

But his Merit Points were still skyrocketing...

At this rate, breaking through another two or three minor realms would not be difficult.

After breaking through, if he brought all his trump cards into play, he might not be unable to threaten that kind of Demon King...

I still haven't unleashed the seventh style of the Seven Styles of Divine Extinction... If I'm truly driven to the brink, I may not be unable to try.

Lu Chen's heart surged as he transmitted, "Master, don't release the Demon King at the Sky Sword Sect yet. Delay as long as possible. I may have a chance of getting away."

"You have a chance of getting away?"

Dugu Wudi's mental fluctuations emerged from the compass again, filled with shock.

"A thirty percent chance. It's worth trying," Lu Chen transmitted, and blade light flashed.

Another powerful demon of the Golden Body Realm exploded on the spot, blood spraying everywhere.

...Merit Points +6000

"No. A thirty percent chance is too low."

Dugu Wudi's voice came from within the compass. "Without absolute certainty, I cannot let you take this risk. Little Chen, your talent should not be squandered on risks like this. Even if you want to settle accounts, there will be plenty of chances in the future. That is a Demon King. No one knows its true strength. If it is at the Ninth Stage of Dharma Aspect, every method you have will be useless..."

Lu Chen could not help frowning slightly.

Fine.

Then he would see just how many realms it could break through.

"Young Hero Lu, help me! I know how to break out..."

Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out from the chaotic crowd, calling in his direction.

Lu Chen swept his gaze over and immediately spotted a well-proportioned young woman in green. Under the assault of a powerful demon, she was being driven back step by step as she cried for his aid.

The woman had strikingly handsome features, her face possessing an androgynous beauty, yet she was barefoot.

"It's her?"

Lu Chen had seen this girl more than once.

Yan Qingyu of the Yan Clan!

Clang!

Splurt!

A figure streaked through the air like a young heavenly god. Blade light bloomed brilliantly in his hand, its killing intent sweeping across the ten directions.

The demon, comparable to a human at the Fourth Layer of Golden Body, was split open by him. Flesh and blood sprayed through the air as its Golden Body shattered.

Merit Points +8000...

Another line of text surfaced.

Yan Qingyu's heart shook. It was her first time witnessing Lu Chen's astonishing strength. She hurriedly soared into the sky and arrived at his side. "I know where we can get out. There is actually a damaged teleportation array here that can lead to the outside world..."

"A teleportation array?"

Lu Chen's eyes flashed. "Where is it? How do you know?"

"When I was exploring this area before, I stumbled across it by chance."

Yan Qingyu hurriedly said, "And I happen to know how to repair that teleportation array..."

Originally, she had intended to bury this matter in her heart and keep it as a secret.

That way, after the secret realm closed in the future, she would still be able to enter whenever she wished.

But the endless demons had long since thrown her plans into disarray.

"Good. Lead me there!"

Lu Chen replied as blade light flashed once more.

With two soft bursts, another two powerful demons died on the spot.

"Quick, follow me! Head east!"

Yan Qingyu turned and flew toward the front.

More demons began charging toward them, boundless and unending, as though they could never be killed.

On the ground, in the sky, and in the water, demons rampaged everywhere.

It was difficult to imagine just how long they had prepared for this day.

Blade light swung from Lu Chen's hand, dazzling rays and shadows flashing as he did nothing but reap lives. No one knew how many human experts had been saved by his hand.

"..."

Within the crowd, Han Qingyue suddenly raised her head. Her cool, clear gaze turned toward the figure overhead, and that strange feeling deep in her heart surfaced once more, making her expression shift as she remained silent.

But soon, even more demons rushed in.

Towering cold qi erupted from Han Qingyue's body, freezing everything within dozens of miles. She focused her attacks on the strongest few demons.

Yet just as her cold qi froze those demons, brilliant blade light had already fallen from the heavens.

Puff puff puff puff...

One demon after another exploded on the spot.

"..."

Han Qingyue looked up again, only to discover that Lu Chen had already rushed toward another place.

"Senior Sister Han, Yan Qingyu sent a secret message. She knows where we can break out—she wants us to follow her!"

A pale-faced woman hurried over from behind and quickly informed her.

She knew that Senior Sister Han and Yan Qingyu were rivals, but also friends.

The two had known each other for seven or eight years. Their senior sister had always held the upper hand. Though they occasionally fought, their friendship still outweighed their enmity.

"Follow her!"

Han Qingyue parted her vermilion lips and spoke in an icy voice.

More importantly, her heart was in turmoil at this moment, impossible to calm. A few strange thoughts had actually begun to stir within her.

Those streaks of blade light that had fallen from the heavens just now—if they had struck her body, what would that have felt like...

At the same time, the other ancient clans were also desperately trying to break through.

Ye Wushe let out an enraged roar. The bloodline throughout his body seemed to be burning as he drove terrifying lightning, blasting it unceasingly in all directions.

Lie Wujin's eyes had turned red as well. He seemed to transform into a god of flame, with an enormous phantom of fire even appearing behind him. Scorching heat radiated out as he unleashed the Blazing Flame Palm, bombarding and slaughtering the surroundings...

Ao Zhan transformed into a massive humanoid flood dragon, roaring as he crushed his way through the countless demons and monsters, charging forward...

Nearly all the powerful experts received Yan Qingyu's secret voice transmission.

Naturally, such a scene could not escape Lu Chen's notice.

"You told the others?"

His blade light swept out, once again beheading quite a few demons and monsters.

"Well... we're all human, aren't we? I figured we should stick together, right?"

Yan Qingyu was startled and hurriedly replied awkwardly.

"Then why didn't you tell those Grandmasters of Great Yu?"

Lu Chen's tone turned cold. "Why did you only notify the ancient clans?"

Saving any of them would earn Merit Points.

But being treated differently by Yan Qingyu still brought a chill to his heart.

What he hated most was this ancient-clan mindset of viewing themselves as superior to others.

"No, no, it's not that. I don't have their contact information..."

Yan Qingyu hurriedly explained, "I'm using a communication jade pendant..."

"Use your spiritual power to transmit your voice. Tell those Grandmasters of Great Yu to leave with us!"

Lu Chen replied coldly. "As for the ancient clans, someone will save you. Have them wait here first!"

"Huh?"

"Didn't you hear me?"

"Oh, oh, alright, alright."

Yan Qingyu responded again and again.

You forcibly corrected the other party's warped way of thinking and turned the tables on them, making them realize their mistake. Merit Points +800!

Very quickly, Yan Qingyu used her spiritual power to send a message to the Great Yu Grandmasters. Her heart filled with bitterness as she then used her token to send another message to the ancient-clan prodigies.

Lu Chen merely continued fighting as he charged ahead.

Compared to the violent fluctuations on Ye Wushe and Lie Wujin's side, the commotion around him was much smaller.

Yet every strike of his was a precise hunt.

And every target he killed was a true powerhouse.

By now, the Merit Points on him had long accumulated to an extremely terrifying amount.

At last, amid their silent advance through the encirclement, Lu Chen and the others completely broke free, tearing open a gap before charging without looking back toward a canyon.

"The teleportation array you mentioned is here?"

Lu Chen looked up.

Countless vines tangled together here.

Dead leaves lay piled high, while weeds grew thick and wild.

A broad, enormous teleportation array stood quietly there, though many areas on its surface had been damaged.

"Yes, I'll repair it!"

Yan Qingyu's eyes flickered as she rushed over at once.

Light shone from her hand as she directly shattered all the vines and weeds. Then she began working rapidly.

Suddenly, Lu Chen sensed something and turned around.

A wave of cold swept in from the area behind them, carrying bursts of icy chill.

Han Qingyue, dressed in white, descended directly into the area.

"It's you!"

Lu Chen said coldly.

"Do you still want to fight?"

After landing, Han Qingyue looked at Lu Chen with pleading eyes.

"Do you enjoy getting beaten up?"

Lu Chen asked coldly.

"No."

Han Qingyue shook her head. "But if it's you, I can give it a try."

"..."

Try my ass.

Was this woman sick in the head?

Had he beaten her into a psychological disorder?

Lu Chen could not be bothered with her and instead looked into the distance.

More and more people were converging on this place.

Clearly, Yan Qingyu's voice transmission had done its job.

But he soon spotted Ye Wushe, Lie Wujin, and the other ancient clansmen as well.

At the same time, many demons and devils were chasing after them...

Every one of them was incredibly fast.

"A bunch of clingy flies..."

He spat out a few words, then turned back. "Are you done yet?"

"Ah, almost, almost, it'll be done any second now..."

Yan Qingyu was bustling about over there.

As more and more figures and demons arrived, Yan Qingyu finally finished repairing the teleportation array. Waves of dazzling light radiated from it.

Lu Chen did not stand on ceremony and landed atop the teleportation array at once.

Han Qingyue, Huangfu Qi, Huangfu Youyu, and several Great Yu grandmasters all rushed forward after him.

Behind them came Ye Wushe, Lie Wujin, Ao Zhan, and the other ancient clansmen, followed by the endless horde of demons and devils.

Seeing the teleportation array light up, they charged forward without regard for anything else.

Suddenly!

Rumble!

An incomparably vast and terrifying aura abruptly descended from the heavens. Accompanied by overwhelming pressure, it was as though an unrivaled sovereign had suddenly arrived.

The dreadful aura nearly sealed off the entire gorge.

Everyone's expressions changed.

Each of them felt as if their bodies had been shackled, unable to move.

Even the teleportation array that was being activated suddenly stalled, almost ceasing to function.

"This is bad—the Demon King has arrived..."

Dugu Wudi's voice sounded from the compass.

An incomparably enormous claw descended from the sky, cold and terrifying, blotting out the heavens and covering the earth. Countless black hairs grew upon it, and like a dark cloud, it viciously clawed down at everyone on the teleportation array.

In an instant, the crowd went pale, their bodies trembling, their souls seeming on the verge of collapse...

Clang!

A dazzling, resplendent golden light suddenly flashed from Lu Chen's waist.

Like a streak of golden lightning, it appeared with a supreme aura, giving off an unreal sensation—like an epiphyllum that vanished in a flash, or a dying man's final hallucination before death...

Sword Draw Slay Heavens Art, Third Form!