The Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena, a Blood Feud of Ten Thousand Years

Aside from the Jiang Family, on the other side, in the Lin Clan's Divine Profound Mansion.

A majestic Dharma Form also rose up, together with Su Zhenyuan of the Su Clan, the three Half-step Emperor Lord Dharma Form stood between Heaven and Earth and earth, on this Gusu Emperor Star, looking at the Black Warship descending in the sky, as if welcoming it, or as if confronting it.

The fierce pressure emanating from the Black Warship was instantly blocked. All Thirty-Six Thousand Immortal Cities on the Emperor Star could feel the power of Su Zhenyuan and other Human Race who were Half-step Emperor Lord, which enveloped the Heaven and Earth and the earth. The majestic power of the Immortal King who were also the ancestors of other Aristocratic Clan soaring into the sky formed a barrier on the Emperor Star, like a vast Immortal City surrounding the Human Race of the Emperor Star.

"Su Zhenyuan, Lin Daogong, it's been a long time! How have you been?"

On the deck of the Black Warship, three figures emerged—two men and one woman—all shrouded in Abyss- like Aura, except for one pair of bright eyes that even the Cloudmist could not conceal, as they gazed at Su Zhenyuan and the other two Dharma Form Aspects.

"Since you've come to visit, why didn't you announce your arrival?"

Su Zhenyuan's eyes were cold, and his words carried a sense of oppressive power, as if he were looking down at someone and interrogating them.

"Did I startle you?"

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man in the center of the three spoke calmly.

Its eyes are eerie, each eye has four pupils, making it Double Pupils. Even a detached gaze can send chills down your spine.

"I'm not so much frightened, but my Human Race has always valued etiquette and rules. Since you've come to my Emperor Star, you must abide by its rules!"

Beside him, Lin Daogong, the Family Head of the Lin Clan, spoke indifferently. He had a thin face and snow-white hair, and looked like a young man, but his eyes had been through many vicissitudes, giving him the appearance of a Years man.

"Since we are observing proper etiquette, and we have come from afar, we apologize for not welcoming us properly. Would you please allow us to rest?"

Another burly middle-aged man, exuding Aura as Abyssal Sea, spoke in a low voice.

Its eyes were golden, and its face was shrouded in shadow, with only its golden eyes standing out.

"Since you have arrived ahead of schedule, it is as if you have come uninvited. We are already being lenient by not driving you away."

The silver-haired woman from the Jiang Family possessed an exquisitely beautiful face. The oppressive aura she exuded was in no way inferior to that of Su Zhenyuan and Lin Daogong. Compared to the two of them, her words were even sharper, and her entire body radiated an overwhelming Killing Aura, which she made no attempt to conceal!

Countless Heroic Soul of the Jiang Family died on the Frontier. As the current matriarch and Family Head of the Jiang Family, her hatred for Demon was as intense as mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Jiang Qiuyu, your Jiang Family is the most unruly; no wonder you have the most deaths."

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man glanced at her, his expression indifferent, showing no concern for the murderous intent emanating from her, nor for provoking her.

Even though this is the Human Race's Emperor Star, they dared to keep their promise and come here, so they are not Human Race would break their promise.

Aside from the pressure exerted at the Frontier, their ability to teleport here was not due to their own power.

Upon hearing his words, Jiang Qiuyu's expression changed drastically. Her silver hair flew up and suddenly transformed into thousands of silver needles. A terrifying pressure accompanied the tremors of the Void, traversing Time and Space, and crashing into the Black Warship.

With a loud bang, the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man put his hands behind his back, his body moved slightly, but his four pupils were swirling, and a demonic power eroded Time and Space, blocking the impact.

"Hmph, is this how you Human Race treat guests?"

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man sneered, his eyes filled with disdain and a condescending gaze.

A murderous intent flashed in Jiang Qiuyue's eyes, and a crescent moon suddenly appeared above the Black Warship.

The crescent moon resembled a falling Xingchen, radiating a terrifying Emperor's Might. On Jiang Qiuyu's forehead, the Divine Moon Mark also became dazzling and bright. Apart from Gusu City, all seven thousand Immortal City within hundreds of millions of miles could see the crescent moon that suddenly Descent from the Cloudmist!

That is the Jiang Family's Great Void Mystic Moon, an extremely mysterious Immortal Arts technique. It is said that only those at the Immortal King Realm, and possessing the direct Bloodline of the Jiang Family, can master it.

On the Black Warship, the twenty unique figures all wore solemn expressions, sensing the power of the Xuan Yue.

If it weren't for the warships and the three adults ahead, the mere fall of this crescent moon would have been enough to engulf them all!

"Snort!"

The Burly Middle-aged Man suddenly snorted coldly, the gold in his eyes seemed to intensify, completely obscuring his face from the shadows. He raised his palm, and a low roar like a dragon's cry reverberated, piercing through the starry sky. It seemed as if a terrifying Long Ying flew out, coiling around the crescent moon, intending to swallow it like a dragon pearl!

Divine Radiance flashed on Jiang Qiuyu's forehead, and the crescent moon suddenly trembled as if shrinking inward. A surge of Avalanche -like power erupted from the surface of the crescent moon, repelling the coiled dragon.

Seeing that she had gained a slight advantage, the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man suddenly narrowed his Double Pupils, and a strange corrosive power enveloped him. The black power spread from the Void, as if a celestial dog was eating the moon, trying to cover up the crescent moon.

"Gentlemen, please don't be too presumptuous!"

Su Zhenyuan's eyes were sharp, and behind the Dharma Form, a bright golden phantom was faintly revealed. The phantom seemed to be the Dharma Form of the Dharma Form Image, exuding a terrifying Emperor's Might!

As the golden phantom appeared, the Black Gleam enveloping the moon was immediately forced back. The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man frowned slightly, glanced at Su Zhenyuan, and then slightly raised his hand, causing the golden light in his eyes to subside beside the burly man.

Jiang Qiuyu was about to unleash the Profound Moon Impact when Su Zhenyuan transmitted his voice, "Forget it. They have Demon Emperor watching them from behind; it won't do them any good to actually fight."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qiuyu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but she ultimately restrained herself.

As the crescent moon dissipated, in the distant Void, figures of the Void appeared, all resembling Dharma Form images. These were the patriarchs of various Aristocratic Clan, who had arrived here in the void.

Together with the Family Head, including Jiang Qiuyu and Su Zhenyuan, they faced the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man and his group. Their combined power formed a thick immortal wall, completely obscuring the aura emanating from the Black Warship.

Seeing this, the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man frowned slightly, but showed no fear. He calmly said, "Let's get down to business. Is the Dao Arena ready?"

"Nature."

Su Zhenyuan spoke indifferently, then raised his hand. Jiang Qiuyu and Lin Daogong beside him also reached out their hands. The three forces intertwined, drawing a crack in the Void. The Spacetime Law surged within, followed by the sounds of dragon roars and chains.

The dragon's roar was vast and ancient, and the chains trembled, rattling throughout the Heaven and Earth, carrying a sound that seemed to grind the soul to dust.

One by one, dragon heads emerged from the cracks, revealing the figures of the Dragon Clan, their bodies bound by chains—there were at least a hundred of them!

Behind them, at the end of the chains, a land exuding the Aura of the Corpse Blood Sea was slowly dragged out!

The peaks and forests on the land seemed stained with blood, exuding boundless Sha Qi. The black demonic blood stained the area, making it gray and cold everywhere.

"The Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena, Azure Dragon Descendants!"

Upon seeing this, the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man and the others, as well as the twenty Demon Prodigies on the Black Warship, all changed their expressions.

Those hundreds of the Dragon Clan imprisoned in chains—they were members of the Azure Dragon Clan, a powerful demon Azure Dragon Clan from the Northern Region Demons!

The land they dragged was a renowned scenic spot among Demon, and the legendary Dao Arena where a Demon Emperor once attained enlightenment!

That Demon Ancestor Emperor once fought a life-or-death battle with the Human Emperor of the Northern Region. He was severely injured and fled. Not long after, he passed away in a certain place, which is the Demon Ancestor's Dojo in front of us!

The Demon race once sent powerful figures to seize it, which later led to a great war and the destruction of the Dao Arena. Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of the Human Race.

The corpse of the Devil Ancestor, who had passed away in the Dao Arena, must have undoubtedly fallen into the hands of this Human Race!

How dare you...

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man robes changed color and his eyes turned Chill. The Devil Ancestor had conquered vast territories for the Demon race and had made great achievements. Now, his Dao Arena, where he fell, had been occupied by the Human Race. The implication of using it as a battle Arena Stage was self-evident.

"I wonder if everyone is satisfied with this Dao Arena?"

Su Zhenyuan said indifferently.

"Good, very good!"

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man clenched his fists, his four pupils filled with anger.

As the Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena appeared, a monstrous demonic aura rose between Heaven and Earth. The Devil Ancestor had passed away Fifty Thousand Years ago, but the land still exuded a trace of Emperor's Might, inspiring awe and trepidation.

"My children, in this Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena, only victory and death are permitted; defeat is not an option!"

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man withdrew his gaze and spoke coldly to the twenty Demon Prodigies behind him.

The expressions of these twenty Demon Prodigies also turned solemn, their eyes revealing murderous intent.

"You've all arrived ahead of schedule. Some of our disciples are still in Seclusion. The battle begins tomorrow, so please rest here. We cannot offer you any further hospitality!"

Su Zhenyuan waved his hand and said.

"No one is to leave this place on their own. Our Emperor Star has strict rules. If anything goes wrong, don't blame us."

Lin Daogong calmly offered his advice.

Jiang Qiuyu merely glanced at the Black Warship before retracting her Dharma Form and returning to the Jiang Family.

The Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man and the others didn't pay any attention; a day was just a blink of an eye.

Once Su Zhenyuan and the Dharma Form of the patriarchs of various Aristocratic Clan returned, only the Black Warship remained suspended in the sky, but the previously unrestrained power it had displayed was now restrained.

The Su Clan, deep within the courtyard.

As soon as Su Zhenyuan's Dharma Form subsided, he immediately Communication the Su Clan members to assemble.

In the Immortal's Abode Courtyard, Su Muqing withdrew her gaze from the Black Warship, then turned and rushed straight towards the Bright Emperor Hall without looking back.

Li Hao glanced at the Black Warship, then followed Su Muqing.

Many members of the Su Clan gathered in the Bright Emperor Hall.

Su Jingcheng and the others also appeared one after another. The commotion of the Black Warship's Descent was felt throughout the entire Gusu Emperor Star, and they were all awakened from their Seclusion.

However, they all knew that their Soul Lifespan had expired and they were unable to participate in the battle.

"Muqing, Wanqing, Wan Xue, are you all ready?"

Su Zhenyuan's gaze fell on his three daughters. Among the younger generation of the Su Clan, his three daughters were the most Heavenly Talent, and they were the ones chosen to take on the responsibility this time.

"Father, I am ready!"

Su Muqing's eyes were resolute as she spoke to Su Zhenyuan.

"I will avenge Mingzhe's death tomorrow!"

Su Wanxue's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Su Wanqing didn't speak, but her eyes were resolute.

Su Zhenyuan nodded and said, "In this battle, we will stop at nothing; we may even use Immortal Pill and Demon Medicine!"

He waved his hand, and some Immortal Pill shrouded in light appeared in his palm, emitting fragrance and strange phenomena.

"You should all recognize these Immortal Pills. If necessary, you can take them when you go into battle tomorrow. Even if it damages your foundation, you must not lose, you must not be defeated!"

At this point, a slight pang of unease gripped his heart.

These were all his own children, and all of Heavenly Talent extraordinary talent. If it weren't for the greater good of Human Race, how could he have been willing to hand over these Immortal Pills to them?

This is tantamount to poisoning your own child!

But his expression was dignified and somber, showing no sign of pain.

Upon hearing her father's words, Su Muqing and the others focused their gazes on the Immortal Pill, their eyes narrowing slightly.

They naturally recognized these Immortal Pills and understood their effects. Although they could gain various boosts in combat power, destroying their own foundation was tantamount to gambling their Future on tomorrow!

In the past, they wouldn't have even glanced at it, but now, they all raised their hands and took the Immortal Pill.

"Wanqing will not let Father down!"

Su Wanqing gripped the Immortal Pill tightly; her usually Wenrou nature was now replaced by a murderous glint in her eyes.

Su Muqing and Su Wanxue both accepted the Immortal Pill, their eyes resolute.

Li Hao gazed at Su Muqing's profile. Only at this moment could he sense that the girl before him was the Personal Disciple the invincible Great Emperor dominated the Immortal Lord Realm in the Southern Region.

Similar scenes were playing out not only in the Su Clan, but also in other Aristocratic Clan and clans.

The Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena has been revealed, and they intend to recreate the glory of Fifty Thousand Years on this Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena.

Human Race must not be defeated!

A single day passed in the blink of an eye.

As the story unfolded that day, all Thirty-Six Thousand Immortal Cities on Gusu Emperor Star learned of the source of that Demon aura and the wager between the Human Race and the Demon.

Countless powerful clans from the Immortal City behind Gusu City rushed their spaceships to the Gusu City overnight and gathered there.

Streaks of light streaked across the sky. From the Starry Sky, the back of Gusu Emperor Star was covered with streaks of light, as if a meteor shower was about to fall. And the source of all these streaks of light was Gusu Imperial City!

The light of Dawnlight slowly rose, illuminating countless gates of the Gusu Imperial City.

Numerous Dharma Form floated in the air, radiant with light and color, already surrounding the Gusu Imperial City, which was teeming with people.

High in the sky, the Demon Ancestor's Dao Arena was suspended in mid-air. Hundreds of Azure Dragon Descendants were bound by chains, their spirits and energy waning, drooping and coiled in the Void.

"Snort!"

On the Black Warship, the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man and others looked around the warship. The boundless wilderness outside the imperial city was filled with densely packed figures, and in the distance, a large number of Human Race were gathering.

If this weren't Human Race territory, with all this delicious food gathered here, they would have already started to feast.

"Do these Human Race ants really think they have a chance of winning?"

"Then, right under their noses, slaughter all their Human Race Heavenly Prodigy! If they dare not send their top Heavenly Prodigy, then trample those opponents to death in full view of everyone, let them know what despair is!"

A cold glint emanated from the three of them.

Behind them Demon Prodigies, some with indifferent expressions, others with Bloodlust killing intent in their eyes, rubbing their fists together, barely able to contain themselves.

Soon, Su Zhenyuan, Lin Daogong, and the patriarchs of various Aristocratic Clan arrived with their clan's Heavenly Prodigy.

High in the sky, besides the Black Warship, there were the Human Race. In terms of sheer numbers, they far surpassed the Black Warship, and their momentum was overwhelming.