Fellow Daoist, please make your move

"The senior from the Great Zhou Dynasty must have been incredibly powerful; otherwise, how could you have hidden for so many years? I've only heard of you during the Great Zhou Dynasty, but no one has ever seen you show your face."

"Look at it now, even now it's still the same. Having reached such a level of cultivation, he's still just a coward."

Upon seeing the Demon King Wu before them, the cultivators' faces immediately showed anger.

The anger in my heart stemmed, firstly, from the fact that the other party had stirred up too much trouble.

Secondly, the other side killed too many of their fellow cultivators.

The two had only just met, yet they already wanted nothing more than to kill each other immediately.

"We Demon Race don't care about such ridicule."

Upon hearing this, the Demon King Wu chuckled.

He's lived this long, so naturally he doesn't care about this kind of ridicule.

What he cared more about was whether he could kill all these cultivators and then seize this dynasty for his own use.

If he could do that, his cultivation level would continue to increase.

Then we can secretly recruit more other Demon Race and turn this place into a demon kingdom.

The thought of this made his heart race with excitement.

He originally had no such intention; he only thought that he could steal some of the Human Race Karmic Fortune and then leave to cultivate in seclusion.

But seeing these cultivators today, they are all so weak.

This immediately sparked such a thought in him.

Looking around, he saw that none of the cultivators here were a match for him.

"Human dynasties rise and fall, and I think your Daoist Daoist Sect should be no different. You've existed for so long, shouldn't you be destroyed today?"

Demon King Wu spoke, a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

The thought of annihilating these Daoist Sect and eliminating all cultivators in the Great Jin Dynasty filled him with excitement.

And his name will be passed down among the Demon Race from now on.

The Demon Race will eventually realize that these cultivators are nothing special, and if the Demon Race race unites, they can destroy their sects.

"You fiend, how dare you utter such arrogant words!"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Zhong's face immediately showed a look of anger.

The other cultivators roared in anger at this moment. Even though they usually cultivated their minds and tempers, they were instantly enraged.

"Even if we cultivators die, we will never allow our Daoist Sect to be severed!"

What kind of tone did this Demon King Wu have? The moment he opened his mouth, he meant to sever their lineage.

"Gentlemen, attack together! Even if it means our own deaths, we must kill him!"

At that moment, Qingcheng roared angrily.

This Demon King Wu may be highly skilled, but they would never allow their Daoist Sect to be severed.

The other cultivators echoed in agreement, their hands forming Method Formula.

At this point, there's really nothing more to say.

The only option is to use Law Technique and risk all my cultivation.

At that moment, Qingcheng flicked his whisk, and white silk threads immediately began to grow continuously.

Yunyi casually tugged at a ribbon, which shimmered with spiritual light.

Behind them, a strange Daoist priest took out a golden bell. The bell rang softly, and its clear sound immediately spread in all directions.

At this moment, the other cultivators also took out their most powerful magical Law Artifact.

At this point, it was a matter of life and death, so naturally no one would hold back.

"Fellow Daoist, aren't you going to make a move?"

Seeing that his fellow Daoists around him were all preparing for a desperate fight, he realized that they were now all ready to fight to the death.

Qingyun looked around and was stunned when she saw that Fang Zelin was still below.

What, Fellow Daoist Fang, are you not planning to make a move?

Qingyun looked down at Fang Zelin, and the other fellow Daoists followed suit.

They were all a little surprised when they saw a person standing on the small hill below.

Those cultivators who didn't know Fang Zelin were confused as to why Qingyun had asked Fang Zelin to take action.

Yunyi knew Fang Zelin's background and was also somewhat puzzled by this fellow Daoist.

It seems they're still not planning to make a move at this point?

Although the Demon King Wu was quite far away from these cultivators, he still heard what they said.

"Could there be other powerful cultivators hiding in the shadows?"

Upon realizing this, the Demon King Wu was immediately startled.

The reason he came out so late was because he was worried that after so many years, some powerful cultivator might have emerged in the Great Jin.

To avoid being caught off guard, he waited for a long time before revealing himself and making his move, believing that these cultivators posed no threat to him.

However, upon hearing Qingyun's words, he immediately realized that perhaps some Daoist priest was lurking among them, preparing to lure him out.

With this in mind, the Demon King Wu cautiously looked down.

Then I met Fang Zelin.

"Is it this guy? Then I must be overthinking it."

Upon seeing that the person being questioned was this Daoist priest, the Demon King Wu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He naturally knew about Fang Zelin.

Just now, I saw the opponent wielding thousands of water swords, instantly slaying so many lesser demons.

With caution in his heart, he sent High Lord Primordial Spirit to stop him, and also to test the depth of this Daoist's cultivation.

High Lord Primordial Spirit was subsequently beheaded, but he also saw through Fang Zelin's cultivation level.

The opponent's wine gourd looked quite formidable, but their actual skill level was rather ordinary.

They're probably just relying on the power of the wine gourd.

Demon King Wu breathed a sigh of relief; Fang Zelin alone posed no threat.

"Fellow Qingyun, let us fight with all our might. If we are still not satisfied, then let the younger generation escape."

Daoist Zhong frowned slightly at this moment.

The strength of this Demon King Wu before us is unfathomable; it's uncertain whether we can defeat him.

Juniors like Fang Zelin should be allowed to remain below for now. If they are no match for the enemy, at least some of their legacy can be preserved.

We can't let this Demon Race really lose their lineage.

Qingyun was taken aback upon hearing this, but then she understood the meaning behind Daoist Zhong's words.

The other party probably wanted to be careful; if things didn't go well, they would leave some of their Daoist Sect disciples to escape.

However, Fellow Daoist Fang's strength...

Qingyun hesitated for a moment upon thinking about this.

He had never actually seen Fellow Daoist Fang make a move, but he knew that the other party's cultivation level was far above his own.

As for his strength, he had no idea.

"Senior!"

At this moment, all the disciples of Jade Void Mountain looked at Fang Zelin.

Others may not know Fang Zelin's strength, but they are very clear about it.

Throughout their journey, Fang Zelin seemed unfathomable!

If Senior Fang were to intervene, slaying this demon would surely be a piece of cake!

Even if this demon has thousands of years of cultivation.

Fang Zelin was momentarily stunned to see so many fellow Daoists focusing their attention on him.

But now seems like no time to hide our true abilities.