Slaying His Past Self

Deep in the Nine Nether, the boundless sea of blood sent waves surging into the heavens, roaring with a tremor that shook the soul.

Amid the layers of leaden clouds, three terrifying figures that made the heavens tremble flickered in and out of sight.

Just by standing there, they made the surrounding space unable to bear their presence. It continuously shattered and re-formed, unleashing a silent storm of destruction.

The demonic shadow in the center had a body as towering as an ancient mountain. Three heads and six arms revolved with a dark-gold radiance—it was none other than the infamous Nine Nether Master, the Asura King.

"By my reckoning, the army should have already crossed the Dong Xuan Gate."

The Asura King's six demonic eyes opened in unison and looked towards the distant, towering Xuanmen. His tone carried the arrogance of one who held life and death in his hands.

"Heh heh, naturally."

The Innate Blood Demon on the left let out a sinister laugh, his violent aura spreading until it nearly soaked through the sky. "As reported by the Heart Demon Emperor, those few old fossils are stabilizing the Heavenly Road and have no time to spare for anything else. With nothing but those worthless trash from the mortal world, what could they possibly use to stop my Nine Nether Tiger and Wolf Army?"

Recalling the Devil Race warriors who had endured blood and fire and reigned supreme among those of the same realm, the cruelty in the Blood Demon's eyes deepened.

In the last war between the two realms, if not for the Lone Swan Sword Immortal's sudden emergence and his slaying of two Supreme True Demons in succession, the Cultivation World would already have become their hunting ground.

"That may be so, but as long as the