The blood-eyed young man slowly opened his eyes. His demonic blood-red gaze swept over the four demons, and every one of them submitted.
Though [Blood Soul Demon Lord] had only recovered to King Level Peak and had yet to return to his former peak, the imposing dignity of an Eight Realm Venerable was already beginning to show.
Even the Red-Eyed Pig Demon King, who had reached King Level Peak and was usually domineering and unruly, felt an utterly overwhelming pressure when facing [Blood Soul Demon Lord], whose cultivation was no greater than his own.
The Pig Demon King knew that it was not a gap in cultivation.
It was a vast chasm at the level of the soul and the Martial Dao Realm, as impassable as a heavenly moat.
Ever since returning to the Abyssal Ground, [Blood Soul Demon Lord] had never once acted in person. Yet somehow, the Pig Demon King felt that even if the four of them joined forces, they would likely meet certain death against [Blood Soul Demon Lord].
Over the past ten thousand years, the martial arts of the Nine Provinces had blossomed in a hundred ways. Standing on the shoulders of their predecessors, people had created countless profound martial arts.
As many martial artists said, people of the present were not necessarily inferior to those of the past.
But even now, a mere seventh-realm King could not begin to fathom an ancient top-tier Demon Venerable like [Blood Soul Demon Lord].
His martial arts were like a boundless sea of blood, unfathomably deep.
Even if people of the present were not necessarily inferior to those of the past, it would still take an eighth-realm Venerable to threaten this ancient Demon Venerable before them!
"Mm!"
"You've done well these past few days. Today, I shall pass