The Netherworld's King of the Turning Wheel, a Hundred Thousand Demon Cultivators Like Blades of Grass

"Damn, this Li Family Head is such a busybody."

In the crowd, Lin Batian cursed inwardly. The Li Family Head's action was undoubtedly raising Chu Kuangren's prestige.

"It's all wasted effort. Once Chu Kuangren dies, we'll make our move. Then we'll have people fan the flames in the crowd, and we'll be the only ones the public remembers," Ao Cang said indifferently beside him.

Public opinion was always in the hands of the powerful. Once Chu Kuangren died, wouldn't they be free to write history however they pleased?

"With this many Demon Cultivators, even one slash apiece would be enough to cut Chu Kuangren into a thousand pieces. Let's see how he survives this time."

"Exactly. Those Dao Protectors of his have probably already been tied up by the demonic path's high-level cultivators. Tsk, he's truly fighting alone this time. Two against a hundred thousand? It would be a miracle if he won."

Not one of the Heavenly Prides thought Chu Kuangren stood a chance.

In their eyes, Chu Kuangren was already no different from a dead man.

At the other end of the mountain range, terrifying Daoist Rhyme filled the void.

Several people were locked in a chaotic battle.

Their strength was terrifying. All of them were Supreme Beings, and any one of them alone was enough to overawe the vast majority of the world's powerful cultivators.

These were precisely the demonic path experts the Seventh Ancestor and the others had intercepted.

An old man in gray robes was locked in combat with the Seventh Ancestor. Their cultivation levels were nearly equal, and every clash sent violent tremors through the void.

"Who are you? I've never heard of someone like you among the Azure Dragon Domain's demonic cultivators," the Seventh Ancestor said in surprise as he looked at