Elder Fang felt that something was terribly wrong. This fellow, whether a Grand Confucian or a Demon King, had a suspicious background, but his cultivation and abilities were undeniably real. Even Elder Fang had not seen it coming and had nearly died on the spot.
While Li Chen regulated his breathing, he gave him a wide berth, yet his blood and qi still churned, and his Primordial Spirit grew scattered and unstable.
Li Chen said, "Stop struggling on death's doorstep. You've taken my Pointing to the Rivers and Mountains. You won't last long."
Elder Fang's expression turned grim. "You dare provoke a conflict between Dao Paths..."
Li Chen chuckled. "So what? Once I kill you and disguise this place a little, no one will ever know the truth."
He decided to turn the mistake to his advantage and mislead the Immortal Alliance into believing he was a Grand Confucian from the Righteous Qi Continent. Beneath that Grand Confucian identity was Hu Ze of the fox clan, anyway, and only beneath the Demon Race identity of Hu Ze lay his true self.
How could Elder Fang resign himself to sitting there and waiting for death? He immediately marshaled his Magic Power again and fought back with all his might.
Meanwhile, the demons outside had also become locked in battle with the Core Formation Experts.
Li Chen had used puppet dao techniques to enhance and modify the demons, then imparted Confucian Dao cultivation methods, poems, and songs to strengthen their Literary Qi. Though he could not completely transform their root bones in such a short time, the improvement was substantial.
He had also employed methods akin to pulling up seedlings to help them grow, heedless of the cost in lives, destroying their growth potential outright in pursuit of grotesque increases in strength.