The last of the Great Demons fixed his gaze on Zi Shou and actually reached out with a huge hand.
At that moment, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao and the two Yao Race members in the North Sea were all stunned.
What was he thinking? He actually dared to attack the Human Sovereign? Did he have a death wish?
The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were surprised, but they didn't take the matter to heart. After all, it had nothing to do with them.
The Black-Robed Figure in the North Sea, however, trembled, wishing he could immediately slap that Ancient Demon Lord to death.
He'd attacked the Human Sovereign. If he died, that was one thing—but what would happen to the North Sea Demon Race when they suffered the backlash of the Human Path Luck?
Wouldn't the Yao Race's meager remaining luck be wiped out in a single day?
How could he be so stupid? He'd spent all these years in seclusion in the North Sea and ended up losing his mind?
But at this point, even if he wanted to stop him, it was already too late.
Zi Shou was just as stunned. He truly hadn't expected anyone to dare attack him now.
Even Goddess Nüwa couldn't do it, yet an Ancient Demon Lord wanted to give it a try?
However, though this Ancient Demon Lord was bold, he was never going to get the chance to attack the Human Sovereign.
The moment the three Ancient Demon Lords struck, a figure had already appeared before them.
Five-colored light flashed, sending out blue, yellow, and red beams that bore down on the three Ancient Demon Lords.
The three Ancient Demon Lords instinctively sensed danger. They had no time to think about anything else and immediately unleashed their full power.
But it was all in vain. The blue, yellow, and red beams descended, and the three Ancient Demon Lords were instantly subdued.
The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were stunned, as were the two powerful Yao Race members in the North Sea.
The three Ancient Demon Lords had been subdued just like that?
One move! Just one move! It had all happened in the blink of an eye!
Was this the mysterious powerhouse at King Zhou's side?
"He's definitely not a Golden Immortal. Just what level of cultivation does he have?" Jù Liúsūn said, looking shocked.
He'd subdued three Ancient Demon Lords at the Golden Immortal level in an instant. How could he possibly be a Golden Immortal?
His cultivation was certainly above that of a Golden Immortal, but what level was it?
A Great Luo Golden Immortal? Or perhaps a Quasi-Saint?
"His strength is definitely no less than mine," Guang Chengzi said gravely.
He'd been too fast. Blue, yellow, and red light had flashed by, and the three Ancient Demon Lords were subdued.
Guang Chengzi hadn't even been able to sense the mysterious powerhouse's cultivation clearly. He could only judge by comparing it to his own.
As a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he could also subdue three Ancient Demon Lords, but never with such ease.
Judging by that alone, the mysterious powerhouse at King Zhou's side was probably even stronger than him.
"This is likely a Quasi-Saint. How can King Zhou have such a powerful figure at his side?"
Deep in the North Sea, the Black-Robed Figure's words held not only surprise, but also a hint of solemnity.
With his Quasi-Saint strength, he still couldn't fully see through the mysterious powerhouse's cultivation. That alone said a great deal.
With a Quasi-Saint-level powerhouse at King Zhou's side, his original plan had become a joke.
After all, he'd only wanted to put pressure on those three Ancient Demon Lords. He hadn't wanted them dead.
What now? Was he supposed to step in personally?
Losing three Ancient Demon Lords would be like adding frost to snow for the already weakened Yao Race.
But even if he stepped in personally, could he defeat the mysterious powerhouse at King Zhou's side?
Whether or not to act wasn't really a question for the Black-Robed Figure.
As long as there was even a sliver of hope, he couldn't let those three Ancient Demon Lords die before his eyes.
The Yao Race couldn't afford such a loss anymore, so he had to act, no matter what.
If not for this, he would have killed one to warn the others long ago. He wouldn't have let those Ancient Demon Lords defy him in word and deed until now.
"Crown Prince, are you really going to act? If you reveal yourself now, won't that...?" Jiao Demon King asked gravely.
In his eyes, those three Ancient Demon Lords weren't fit to hold a candle to the Crown Prince.
It was hardly worth risking exposure just to save them.
"I have no choice but to save them. But whether I reveal my identity is another matter," the Black-Robed Figure said.
Without waiting for Jiao Demon King to reply, he took a step and arrived at the shore of the North Sea.
Kong Xuan, who had just subdued 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 have a powerhouse like you," Kong Xuan said coldly.
He was indeed proud and confident, but he could tell that the mysterious powerhouse before him, clad in divine robes, was no ordinary opponent.
That only made him more excited. Now this was a worthy challenge.
Subduing three Ancient Demon Lords had been dull. Now he could finally enjoy a proper fight.
The Black-Robed Figure said nothing. The moment he faced the mysterious powerhouse, he felt immense pressure.
He didn't dare let his guard down. With a turn of his hand, a red gourd appeared in his palm.
He pointed at the Red Gourd and chanted, "Treasure, please turn around!"
In the next instant, white light shone from the Red Gourd, and a head with brows, wings, a head, and eyes appeared.
The head's eyes shot out white light, hurtling toward Kong Xuan at an unbelievable speed.
Not only that, Kong Xuan's expression changed slightly as he immediately sensed something amiss.
Under the white light, he discovered that his Primordial Spirit had been nailed inside his body.
Both his Primordial Spirit and his own magical power seemed sealed by some invisible force. He couldn't move at all.
The next moment, a Flying Knife shot out of the Red Gourd, carrying a murderous aura as it slashed toward his head.
"So it's him. He's actually Yao Race!" Zi Shou murmured.
He didn't recognize the Yao Race powerhouse in black robes, nor did he know the red gourd.
But he knew the words, "Treasure, please turn around!"
There was no help for it. That line was famous throughout the Canonization of the Gods. It was the signature of a powerful figure.
The mysterious Daoist Lu Ya had two great treasures: the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife and the Seven Arrows Nail Head Book.
The Slashing Immortal Flying Knife was powerful enough on its own. It had slain many mighty figures and earned a fearsome reputation during the Canonization of the Gods.
The Seven Arrows Nail Head Book was even more bizarre. Even Zhao Gongming, a powerful figure of the Interception Sect, had died to it.
As for Daoist Lu Ya, he was even more mysterious. No one knew his origins; he seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Now that Daoist Lu Ya had acted, however, his identity was already exposed. He had to be Yao Race.
Zi Shou simply didn't know which powerhouse of the ancient Yao Race Daoist Lu Ya was, or how he had survived until now.
Even as he acted, Daoist Lu Ya had concealed his identity, believing no one could see through him.
Little did he know, the moment he spoke his first line, Zi Shou had already figured out who he was.
Faced with the bizarre Slashing Immortal Flying Knife, Kong Xuan was surprised when his Primordial Spirit and magical power were sealed, but he didn't panic at all.
The Five-Colored Divine Light appeared behind him. With a gentle sweep, the bizarre force binding his Primordial Spirit vanished instantly.
The Five-Colored Divine Light turned again, sending out a white beam that struck Lu Ya's Slashing Immortal Flying Knife head-on.
Rumble!
A tremendous roar rang out. Blazing light swallowed everything, and when it faded, Kong Xuan stood revealed once more.
The Five-Colored Divine Light shone behind him, dazzling enough to make anyone avert their gaze.
"Impossible! What kind of divine ability is that?" Daoist Lu Ya asked in disbelief.
It was no wonder he was so shocked. He knew better than anyone how powerful the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife was.
No matter how high your magical power, no matter how many transformations you could perform, no matter how imperishable your body was, the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife would still reduce you to ashes.
Even if this mysterious powerhouse before him was a Quasi-Saint, how could he have been caught off guard and come away completely unharmed?
But that was exactly what had happened. The mysterious powerhouse before him was unscathed and had even given him a terrible shock.
When that white light swept out, Lu Ya had felt as if he could no longer control the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife, as if the treasure were about to be taken from him.
If his cultivation hadn't been profound and he hadn't reacted in time, it was anyone's guess whether the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife would still be in his hands.
He had lived through the ancient war and seen countless powerhouses, but he had never heard of such a bizarre divine ability.
Now wary of Kong Xuan, he didn't even dare use the Slashing Immortal Flying Knife again. How was he supposed to fight?
"Lu Ya, since you've come here today, don't think you're leaving!"
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