"Spring comes early, falling flowers sound like snow, the sword raised as I wander where the immortal path grows sparse. From the riverbank I laugh at the blue heavens above; riding the wind, I come and go, seeing off those who have not returned! Ancient Immortal Dao! Snowfall Sword!" Li Xiangru was unwilling to show weakness. He lightly gripped the Immortal Divine Sword in his hand and moved through the air as though treading an immortal path. After taking several steps, each one drew frost from across the heavens! His elegant bearing, however, sent a sudden chill through everyone's heart!
"Good... good..." The Demon Venerable showed not the slightest surprise, as if it would have been strange if Li Xiangru had not acted this way. At that moment, a frightening red light burst from his eyes. Clearly, the Spirit-Nascent Art had already made him difficult to control!
The newly appointed King Yu'an and King Lingyue were both deathly pale, yet neither dared go over to stop them. After all, entering the battle zone now would be no different from seeking death. Moreover, the Demon God Realm had successors, and even the Supreme was still present, while the successors of their Eight Kings had yet to be decided.
Even so, King Lingyue could not help saying, "The Demon Venerable has already lost control of himself. Normally, at a time like this, he must taste blood. If he cannot kill a few people to vent his fury, there is absolutely no chance he will stop!"
The newly appointed King Yu'an also glanced around. At that glance, both Jinhou and Zhang Su wore furious expressions. After all, their opponent wanted to quell the Demon Venerable's rage, but was looking for scapegoats to die in their place.
"What? Does King Yu'an want us to