Immortal Martial: Pushing Across Two Worlds Starting from Reality

As he spoke, Dao Lord Xuanming's frigid gaze brimmed with murderous intent as it swept across Jiang Shu and the others. Everyone's breath caught, a chill rising in their hearts as their faces turned grave.

Especially when that murderous gaze landed on Jiang Shu and lingered for several breaths, a freezing aura like ten-thousand-year-old ice swept over him.

Fortunately, the icy threat lasted only an instant. Then Dao Lord Wuji casually swept his horsetail whisk, scattering golden light from the Great Dao. The surging Yuan Power dispelled the chill, and it faded away.

At that point, a Dao Lord from Star Fighting Sect, whose temper was notoriously fiery, could no longer stand by. He suddenly snorted and glared at Xuanming and the others, his face full of displeasure as he demanded:

"Hmph! An explanation? Old ghost Xuanming, you're the Great Elder of a Demonic Sect, yet you have the gall to say something so shameless?"

"Not all of our True Inheritance Disciples and elders made it out of the Demonic Sect ruins in one piece. We lost nearly half our people, and your Demonic Sect and Demon Race brats must have been responsible!"

"What, your Demonic Sect and Demon Race can attack at will, but our Eight Great Sects' True Inheritance Disciples and elders can only stick out their necks and await execution? Absurd!"

At these words, Xuanming, Blood Armor Demon Lord, and the others looked even more grim. Their eyes blazed with barely restrained fury, but even knowing they had no grounds to argue, they showed not the slightest intention of letting the matter go!

Blood Armor Demon Lord slowly rose and stepped out of the demonic beast war chariot. As he moved, demonic power surged out around him like the tides of heaven and earth, its sheer force