A Hundred Years of Cultivation, Another Battle Against the Demon Monarch!

"Jiang Tai Xuan! You actually dared to come to my Demon Domain to die!"

Raging fury churned within his narrow blood-red pupils. The Black Dragon Demon Lord stared fixedly at Jiang Shu, who had emerged from a crack in the Realm Barrier, and his face instantly twisted into a savage grimace.

Thick veins throbbed across his forehead. His gaze seemed ready to devour a man, while Demon Power surged wildly from his body beyond his control. The sound waves from his roar even formed violent hurricanes, whipping the once-calm sea below into countless towering waves.

As the saying went, when enemies met, their eyes blazed all the redder. Seeing Jiang Shu—the culprit who had caused his mission to fail, earned him severe punishment and exile from the Demon Venerables of his clan, and nearly ruined his future—the fury in this dignified Demon Monarch's heart was easy to imagine!

"Black Dragon Demon Lord?"

Jiang Shu met the former's savage, violent stare, his brows creasing almost imperceptibly.

Honestly, he had not expected that he would run headlong into the Black Dragon Demon Lord, a Demon Monarch whose cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm, the moment he entered the Chaotic Demon Sea.

The Demon Race and the Eight Great Sects were currently locked in a fierce battle across the Endless Sea Domain, the war at an extreme deadlock. Yet the Demon Race had left a middle-stage Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm Demon Monarch like this out of the fighting and stationed him in the rear to guard the Realm Barrier. What sense did that make?

Even the Eight Great Sects, where Dao Lords gathered in numbers, likely could not make such an arrangement, could they?

Or had the Demon Race, after accumulating strength for countless millennia, expanded to