Demon Race Holy Land

"Hmph, overestimating himself. With so many Demon Kings joining forces, unless he is a King, what can Eight Forbidden do? How could he stand against so many Demon Kings working together?" someone sneered.

The Azure Emperor Incarnation said nothing upon hearing this. He placed one hand behind his back and extended the other in challenge.

"Come and try!"

The Azure Emperor Incarnation's Five Secret Realms resonated together, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit rising to their peak as he single-handedly contended against the many Demon Kings.

"Courting death!" The Demon Kings flew into a rage. They were all major figures of the Eastern Wasteland, yet they were being treated with such contempt. Besides, they were demons—creatures who took life and death lightly and fought anyone who refused to submit.

"Rumble!"

Once the battle began, although the Azure Emperor Incarnation's blood and qi shook heaven and earth, he was inevitably pushed to a disadvantage while facing so many opponents alone. Threads of divine blood dripped from his fingertips.

"Hmph, so what if he has Eight Forbidden? He is absurdly arrogant to dare fight so many Demon Kings. He truly does not know how the word 'death' is written!" a minor demon said sarcastically.

"Impudence!"

The Green-Clad Little Flood Dragon King flew into a rage and sent him flying with a slap.

"His Highness is not someone you can judge."

The Demon Race's principles were simple: fists ruled all. Whoever possessed greater strength earned respect.

Although the Azure Emperor Incarnation had fallen into a disadvantage, his aura had already conquered the vast majority of the demons present as he fought many alone.

"Your Highness, Princess, aren't you worried about His Highness Yuanhao?" the Green-Clad Little Flood Dragon King asked Yan Ruyu in confusion.

Yan Ruyu remained as calm as ever, standing graceful and