Above the mountain forest,
Old Ancestor Green Robe's forces faced off against Jiang Hao's.
The difference in scale was immediately apparent.
Many were shocked by how quickly Jiang Hao's power had grown. In just a few short years, he had already become a major figure of the demonic path.
Inside the luan carriage, Luan Mingyue sat with the old lady, watching the opposing sides through the window.
"Great-Grandmother, do you think the Haotian Demon Lord is a match for Old Ancestor Green Robe?" Luan Mingyue asked.
The old lady shook her head slightly. "Great-Grandmother doesn't know either. Green Robe is immensely powerful, possesses many artifacts, and commands a million golden silkworms. He is a great tyrant of the demonic path. As for the Haotian Demon Lord, he has always been extremely mysterious. No one knows just how strong he truly is."
"If he loses, then Great-Grandmother's illness..." Luan Mingyue trailed off.
"If the Haotian Demon Lord truly cannot defeat him, I will act when the time comes," the old lady said.
In midair,
The two sides stood in confrontation.
Jiang Hao wore a black robe trimmed in gold, his hair casually tied back. Old Ancestor Green Robe wore dark green robes. The two stared at each other from a hundred meters apart.
Old Ancestor Green Robe looked at Jiang Hao with gloomy eyes and a cold sneer on his face.
"Dan Chenzi, even your master, White Brow, would not have dared to provoke me like this. I never expected his disciple to enter the demonic path and become so arrogant as to call himself a Demon Lord."
Jiang Hao smiled faintly. "Green Robe, you are not worthy to speak my master's name. Have you forgotten how the Shu Mountain Sect hunted you down five hundred years ago like a stray