Lü Jing had once fought Zhou Hen to a draw and was also a direct disciple meticulously nurtured by Ancient Profound Mountain. The moment he struck, force rippled around him, and explosions boomed through the air.
He stepped through the void, attacking the Third Rank Tree-Horn King with his Second Rank cultivation.
An ordinary Third Rank demon of the Demon Race would not last ten exchanges against Lü Jing, but Tree-Horn King had inherited the bloodline of his Demon Saint ancestor. His body was incomparably powerful, and with eighteen white light-whips transformed from his antlers, he firmly held Lü Jing at bay.
Ordinary Second Rank opponents were beneath Tree-Horn King's notice. After all, he had once escaped before the injured Heavenly King Chen Gonglu. Now that Chen Gonglu had risen to First Rank, it only made Tree-Horn King's strength stand out all the more.
No matter how strong Lü Jing was, he was still far inferior to the Second Rank Chen Gonglu of those days.
What was more, Lü Jing had only just advanced.
Yet as Tree-Horn King fought, his brows suddenly twitched several times.
Lü Jing's inner force and external power were somewhat too strong. He had clearly only just entered Second Rank, and the Sun and Moon had yet to rise upon his shoulders, yet his fists carried an indestructible feeling.
There was even a faint bearing of seeing himself as a god, with a golden body that could not be broken.
As Tree-Horn King was puzzling over this, the other Demon Kings roared one after another in the demon tongue.
"As expected of Ancient Profound Mountain, the foremost martial sect of the Human Race. The rumors that their sect has declined must be false!"
"Ancient Profound Mountain's martial arts are terrifyingly strong. If my opponent were not