I Am King Zhou, Human Emperor!

The last Ancient Demon Lord fixed his gaze on Zi Shou and also reached out a massive hand.

In that moment, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao and the two Demon Race experts in the North Sea were all stunned.

What were they thinking? Daring to strike at the Human Sovereign? Did they have no regard for their own lives?

Though the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were surprised, they didn't dwell on it—after all, this had nothing to do with them.

But the Black-Robed Figure in the North Sea trembled, itching to slap that Ancient Demon Lord dead on the spot.

Striking at the Human Sovereign—fine, die if you must—but the backlash of Human Path Luck would doom their North Sea Demon Race!

The meager luck the Demon Race had left—would it all scatter in one fell swoop?

How could anyone be this stupid? After all those years of silence in the North Sea, had their brains gone rotten?

But by now, even if he wanted to stop it, he simply couldn't.

Zi Shou was equally stunned. He truly hadn't expected that, at this moment, someone would actually dare to attack him.

Something even Goddess Nüwa couldn't accomplish—an Ancient Demon Lord wanted to try?

But bold as this Ancient Demon Lord was, he was destined never to have the chance to strike at the Human Sovereign.

The moment the three Ancient Demon Lords made their move, a figure had already planted itself before them.

Five-colored light flashed, sweeping out beams of cyan, yellow, and crimson, pressing down upon the three Ancient Demon Lords.

The three Ancient Demon Lords instinctively sensed danger and abandoned all else to go all out.

But it was all futile. The cyan, yellow, and crimson light descended, and the three Ancient Demon Lords were instantly suppressed.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were dumbfounded, and so were the two Demon Race experts in the North Sea.

Three Ancient Demon Lords, suppressed just like that?

One move! A single move! The span of a mere instant!

Was this the mysterious expert beside King Zhou?

"Definitely not a Golden Immortal. What level of cultivation is this?" Jù Liúsūn said, his face full of shock.

To suppress three Golden Immortal-level Ancient Demon Lords in an instant—how could that be a Golden Immortal?

His cultivation had to be higher than Golden Immortal. So what was it?

Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal? Or a Quasi-Saint?

"His strength is certainly no less than mine!" Guang Chengzi said gravely.

The speed was too fast. The cyan, yellow, and crimson light flashed once, and the three Ancient Demon Lords were suppressed.

He couldn't even clearly sense the mysterious expert's cultivation level; he could only judge by his own standards.

As a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, he too could suppress three Ancient Demon Lords, but never so easily and casually.

Judging by that, the mysterious expert beside King Zhou was likely even stronger than him.

"This might be a Quasi-Saint. King Zhou actually has such an expert by his side?"

Deep in the North Sea, the Black-Robed Figure's words carried not only surprise but also a hint of gravity.

With his own Quasi-Saint cultivation, he still couldn't fully see through that mysterious expert's level—that alone said a lot.

A Quasi-Saint-level expert at King Zhou's side had turned his original plans into a joke.

After all, he only wanted to suppress those three Ancient Demon Lords, not have them killed.

What now? Would he have to act personally?

Losing three Ancient Demon Lords would be like adding frost to snow for the already weakened Demon Race.

But even if he acted personally, could he defeat that mysterious expert beside King Zhou?

To act or not to act—for the Black-Robed Figure, this wasn't really a question.

As long as there was even a sliver of a chance, he couldn't let those three Ancient Demon Lords die before his eyes.

For the Demon Race as it stood, they could no longer afford such a loss, so he had to act no matter what.

If not for that, he would have made an example of them long ago, instead of letting those Ancient Demon Lords pay lip service until today.

"Crown Prince, do you really have to act? If you expose yourself now, won't that..." the Jiao Demon King asked gravely.

In his eyes, those three Ancient Demon Lords were nothing compared to the Crown Prince.

For the sake of those three, the Crown Prince risking exposure by acting—wasn't that far too unworthy?

"I must save them, but whether I'm exposed or not remains to be seen," the Black-Robed Figure said.

With that, not waiting for the Jiao Demon King's reply, he took a single step and was already at the North Sea shore.

Kong Xuan, who had just suppressed the three Ancient Demon Lords, immediately sensed him and turned to face the Black-Robed Figure standing before him.

"I didn't expect the North Sea Demon Race to harbor an expert like you," Kong Xuan said coldly.

He was indeed proud and confident enough, but he also sensed that this mysterious expert in divine robes before him was no simple matter.

Still, that only excited him a little. To him, this was finally something interesting.

Suppressing three Ancient Demon Lords was truly dull—now, at last, there can be a satisfying battle.

The Black-Robed Figure did not speak; the moment he truly faced this mysterious powerhouse, he immediately felt immense pressure.

He dared not be careless. With a flip of his palm, a Red Gourd appeared in his hand.

Raising a hand to point at the Red Gourd, he muttered an incantation: "Let the treasure turn!"

The next moment, white radiance burst from the Red Gourd, and then a head appeared, complete with brows, wings, a head, and eyes.

The head shot white light from its eyes, hurtling straight at Kong Xuan with unimaginable speed.

Not only that—Kong Xuan's expression shifted slightly as he immediately sensed something wrong.

Under the illumination of the white radiance, he found his Primordial Spirit nailed fast within his own body.

Both his Primordial Spirit and his own magical power seemed sealed by an invisible force, leaving him unable to move even a fraction.

In the next instant, a flying knife shot out from the Red Gourd, carrying an incomparably fierce killing intent, slashing toward his head.

"So it's him. He's actually of the Demon Race," Zi Shou murmured to himself upon seeing this.

He did not actually recognize the Black-Robed Figure, nor did he know the Red Gourd.

But he was no stranger to that phrase, "Let the treasure turn"!

There was no help for it—that line was too famous in the Canonization of the Gods, the hallmark of a certain powerhouse.

The mysterious Daoist Lu Ya possessed two great treasures: the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife and the Seven Arrows Nail Head Book.

The Slashing Immortal Flying Knife was already formidable enough, having slain many experts and earned a fearsome reputation in the Canonization of the Gods.

The Seven Arrows Nail Head Book was even more bizarre; even Zhao Gongming of the Jiejiao Sect had died miserably under this treasure.

As for Daoist Lu Ya himself, he was exceptionally enigmatic—no one knew his origins, as if he were a powerhouse who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

However, by making his move at this moment, Lu Ya had already revealed his identity—he was undoubtedly of the Demon Race.

It was just unclear which Ancient Demon Lord Lu Ya was, having survived all the way to the present.

Even as he struck now, Lu Ya had made some attempt to conceal himself, believing no one could see through his identity.

Little did he know that the moment he spoke his first words, Zi Shou had already seen through him.

Faced with the eerie Slashing Immortal Flying Knife, his Primordial Spirit and magic sealed, Kong Xuan was somewhat surprised but showed no panic.

Five-Colored Divine Light emerged behind him. With a gentle sweep, the strange force binding his Primordial Spirit dissipated instantly.

The Five-Colored Divine Light rotated again, sweeping out a beam of white radiance that struck Lu Ya's Slashing Immortal Flying Knife.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar erupted, and blazing light swallowed everything. When the light faded, Kong Xuan's figure reappeared.

Five-Colored Divine Light shone behind him, dazzling and impossible to look at directly.

"Impossible! What kind of divine ability is this?" Lu Ya said in disbelief.

No wonder he was so shocked—he knew better than anyone the power of the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife once it was unleashed.

No matter how high your cultivation, no matter how many transformations you had, no matter how indestructible your flesh, beneath the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife, you would still perish, body and soul.

Even if this mysterious powerhouse before him was likely a Quasi-Saint, having been caught off guard, how could he emerge completely unscathed from the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife?

Yet the truth was plain: not only was this mysterious powerhouse unharmed, he had also given Lu Ya a great shock.

When that white radiance swept out, Lu Ya actually felt he could no longer control the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife, as if the treasure were about to be taken from him.

If not for his profound cultivation and quick reaction, it was uncertain whether the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife would still be in his hands.

He had experienced the ancient war and witnessed countless experts, but such a bizarre divine ability was something he had never heard of.

Filled with wariness, he no longer dared to use the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife. How could he still fight?

"Lu Ya, since you've come today, don't think of leaving!"