The Demon Lord Isn't Some Blood-Soaked Great Fiend, So What Are You Afraid Of?

Not long ago, the Rakshasa Islands had gathered nearly every Dao Integration Realm cultivator in the entire Chaos Sea.

There were countless cultivators in the Venerable Realm and Saint Realm as well.

Yet no one had discovered that the Heavenly Demon, whom the entire Chaos Sea was clamoring to kill, had been hiding among the crowd all along.

"Heavenly Demon..."

Shen Lin watched the direction in which the other party had departed with a gloomy expression, grinding his teeth in hatred.

Those had been two Dao Integration Realm cultivators. They could have provided him with quite a lot of Demon Lifespan.

Fortunately, his saber strike had still remained behind in Soul Venerable, who was in the Dao Integration Realm.

Just as Shen Lin was preparing to rush over and finish off Soul Venerable, wave after wave of aura erupted in an instant.

"Everyone! Buy Soul Venerable some time!"

At that moment, the Wraith Clan's cultivators unleashed their strongest techniques. Each of them radiated grim determination as they charged over.

"Seeking death!"

Shen Lin furrowed his brows and swept the Taowu Saber across.

As the saber gleam flashed, it cleaved through everything.

The Wraith Clan's people, whether they were in the Venerable Realm or the Saint Realm, were all incapable of withstanding the might of this saber strike.

Like grass being cut, they fell in swaths, their illusory souls dissipating into the air.

The Chaos Sea's most powerful clan had been wiped out by a casual saber strike from Shen Lin just like that.

This sight deeply shook everyone.

Liang Xuanfeng instinctively shuddered and looked at his grandson Liang Feng beside him. "Was the apology gift we just gave... a little too small?"

For a time, the visiting guests all sought out Prime Minister Zhang and upgraded their congratulatory gifts by