Uncle Boya's face looked ashen, as if he had eaten excrement.
"Uncle, I'm suffering inside!"
He intended to scam a seemingly honest guy, but instead he found a monster.
Offending a divine general is one thing, it can be managed to overcome, but offending a realm lord is a different story.
What if that realm lord thinks he's Ling Xiao's accomplice and, in a bad mood, just slaps him away?
"No, I need to get away from him right away and sever all ties."
Uncle Boya kept this in mind, but managed a fairly natural smile on his face.
"Well, Brother Ling Xiao, my wife is giving birth, so I have to go now. I'll go to the battlefield with you next time."
As he spoke, he took a step and was about to slip away.
At that moment, Ling Xiao's large hand descended and gripped his shoulder.
"Uncle Boya, there's no time like the present! How can we change what we've agreed on so easily? Let your wife give birth later, and we'll head to the Mythic Battlefield first."
Looking into Ling Xiao's eyes, which held a half-smile and were as deep as the vast universe, Uncle Boya swallowed hard.
Under those eyes, he felt that everything about him was seen through, and he had no secrets left.
"Oh no, oh no, we've boarded a pirate ship!"
It's easy to get up, but hard to get down.
Uncle Boya was horrified to discover that the hand gripping his shoulder possessed immense divine power, which even he, with his cultivation level, would likely find difficult to shake.
"This kid's cultivation level is clearly lower than mine, so why is he so powerful?"
Ling Xiao was at the first stage of the Great Dao, while he himself was at the second stage.
But the reality is the opposite.
Uncle Boya had no doubt that if they really fought, he would be utterly defeated by Ling Xiao.
"Well... alright, since you're so kind as to insist, I'll accompany you. As for my wife giving birth, we'll put that aside for now."
Uncle Boya straightened his chest and said in a serious tone.
"You understand the greater good." Ling Xiao released his hand, patted his shoulder, and expressed his approval.
Then, Ling Xiao's gaze turned cold as he looked at the Blood Moon Demon God, his expression full of provocation.
"Blood Moon Old Dog, all your nonsense is just an attempt to make me enemies and turn me into a target of everyone's ire."
For a divine general to resort to such petty tricks against his enemy shows he's at his wit's end; how pathetic.
If you have the courage to come with me to the Mythic Battlefield, you might still have a chance; otherwise, it will all be in vain. Having said that, I am going in now.
Blood Moon Old Dog, do you dare follow me?
The last sentence was spoken with exceptional loudness.
Thump...
The Blood Moon Demon God, who had been all smiles, suddenly froze, his expression turning grim. A spark of anger ignited deep within his pupils, bursting forth with a deafening roar.
"You beast! I will kill you with my own hands!"
The Blood Moon Demon God let out a deafening roar, so angry he was about to explode.
Ling Xiao's words were extremely hurtful; every word and every note felt like a steel needle piercing his heart.
The next moment, he moved and rushed towards the formation.
Seeing this, Ling Xiao's lips curled into a smile; his opponent's breach in defense symbolized his victory.
"Walk!"
The next moment, he activated the formation, and instantly, an invisible force enveloped them.
Everyone felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, as if time itself had stopped, freezing in place, plunging them into a strange state. The entire process was exceptionally calm, without any violent fluctuations.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they simply vanished into the teleportation array.
The Blood Moon Demon God was a step too late and went mad with rage. He had arrived in such a hurry that he hadn't obtained the Mythic Mark from the Heavenly Stele and was unable to activate the teleportation array.
He rushed out again, retrieved a mark from the Heavenly Stele, turned and dashed into the teleportation array, disappearing from everyone's sight.
This flustered and hurried operation left everyone present dumbfounded.
Even the divine generals have entered the Mythic Battlefield!
Generally speaking, gods, who possess both status and strength, will not step into the Mythic Battlefield unless there are special circumstances.
Even for divine generals, the Mythic Battlefield is fraught with danger, and they face the risk of death.
"This guy is really fearless! He provoked the divine general, and the general followed him in. Now he's doomed; he's bound to die."
"The Mythic Battlefield is endless, said to be even larger than the entire Origin True Realm. If the opponent goes inside and hides, determined not to show their face, it's not certain that we'll be able to find them."
The powerful figures present were discussing it.
In the majestic city lord's mansion in the distance, a handsome middle-aged man quietly watched all of this.
He was perfectly composed, sitting there like a pillar of strength, exuding an invisible but terrifying pressure.
This person is the lord of this ancient city.
"Ling Xiao... is this the boy the master wants to kill?"
The city lord muttered to himself, his face as calm as if he were wearing a mask, devoid of any expression.
"What a reckless and ignorant fool! The Blood Moon Demon God followed us in; I probably won't even need to lift a finger."
With this thought in mind, the man slowly closed his eyes, turning into a stone statue, devoid of any life.
At the same time, just as Ling Xiao and the others entered the Mythic Battlefield.
In a section of the Chaos Forbidden Zone, the sky shattered, and a group of powerful beings emerged in a grand procession.
The leading man exuded an imposing aura, with lightning tribulation runes dancing in his breath, making him seem like a thunder god who controlled all divine punishments in the world.
With such a presentable appearance, the visitor must be none other than the Hundred Tribulations True Lord.
"We've finally arrived. This time, I certainly won't let you down, sir."
The Hundred Tribulations True Monarch had a cold expression, but his eyes were filled with fighting spirit; he was even more powerful than before.
After being beaten half to death by Ling Xiao, and then receiving guidance from the Realm Lord, his cultivation level increased by another realm, breaking through to the third stage of the half-step Great Dao.
It can be described as turning misfortune into blessing.
With his Hundred Tribulations greatly enhanced, True Monarch Bai Jie's confidence soared, determined to avenge his previous humiliation and crush Ling Xiao.
"Wanmo, you'll soon run into your old friend."
The Hundred Tribulations True Monarch sneered and turned to speak to a black-robed man behind him.
This person exudes an evil aura, more like a demon than a monster, and the space around him is corrupted by him.
If Ling Xiao were here, he would be extremely surprised.
This demon is the Lord of Myriad Demons, an unparalleled giant demon formed by the fusion of the laws of the three thousand demon gods of the Primordial World.
Even standing next to the Hundred Tribulations Monarch, the Lord of Myriad Demons was outstanding enough to be very eye-catching, exuding an unparalleled, soul-deep oppressive force.
After arriving in the True Realm, he grew even faster.
His appearance has changed quite a bit, but his aura remains the same.
The Lord of Myriad Demons greedily sniffed the surrounding air, a cruel sneer spreading across his face.
"I can smell him. It's that same smell, so familiar it's nauseating!"
"Haha, no wonder you're natural-born mortal enemies. Only you could so accurately sense his presence."
The Hundred Tribulations True Monarch laughed heartily and casually patted the Lord of Myriad Demons on the shoulder.
The latter glanced at him imperceptibly, a hint of murderous intent flashing across his face.
"Let's go! I can't wait!"
With boundless ambition, the Hundred Tribulations True Lord waved his hand and issued an order.