Face-to-Face

"Fellow Daoists, you are at least supreme experts of the Righteous and Demonic Paths, true overlords of a region. Have you become so timid that you send juniors to face me?"

Lin Chen flicked his ten fingers. Even surrounded by dozens of Nascent Soul Demon Kings and Demon Venerables, and thousands upon thousands of great demons and old devils, he remained calm and unruffled, his expression utterly ordinary. He even gave a light laugh. "Or are these juniors gifts from you? True enough, the Nascent Souls of Demon Kings and Demon Venerables are great tonics to people like us. They can serve as the main ingredient for Fifth Order Spirit Pills. Killing one is killing, killing two is killing—might as well kill them all and turn them into provisions for our Dao!"

As he spoke, Lin Chen swept his gaze around the room. His eyes were especially calm, yet the surrounding demons felt as though they had been fixed upon by a natural predator. Even those without physical bodies felt a chill rise from the depths of their bone marrow.

Clearly, the other side was only one person, yet they felt as though they were facing an army of a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.

This was a world where Great Power Belonged to Oneself. The gap between different realms was such that, unless one was an unparalleled genius or even a monstrous talent capable of defining an era, no number of cultivators would make any difference!

And the higher the realm, the more this held true!

There might have been dozens of Demon Kings and Demon Venerables present, and thousands of Golden Core great demons and old devils, but if Lin Chen truly were a Spirit Transformation Venerable, suppressing them would be no more difficult than turning over