The Myriad Demon Divine Court's Third Prince: Old Enemies Burned with Hatred at the Sight of Each Other
This Quasi-Emperor's legacy looked like a palace.
Inside, however, it was a whole different world, as though it existed apart from the rest.
The space was vast, with countless palaces.
Many ruins also remained, though it was unclear whether they had been damaged.
Inside a spacious, brightly lit hall, grand and luxurious.
Several grotesque stone statues of demons stood on either side.
They gave off a sinister, dangerous presence.
At the center of the hall's ceiling.
An ancient bronze coffin hung suspended in midair.
It looked ancient, as though it had been sealed away beneath dust for ages.
Its four sides were carved with exceedingly strange designs, resembling the Nine Nether Hell where fierce ghosts were suppressed.
And countless iron chains covered in bizarre runes.
Stretched out from the void and sealed it in layer upon layer.
It seemed to be something profoundly ominous.
Inside the hall.
Numerous corpses lay sprawled in every direction, and two factions remained.
Leading the side on the left was a youth of seventeen or eighteen, clad in a stately golden imperial robe.
He was extraordinarily heroic and imposing.
The youth had black hair and golden eyes, with golden flames seemingly flickering in their depths.
He radiated an overbearing majesty.
The presence around him was deep and scorching, his pressure immense.
The Myriad Demon Divine Court's third prince, the Golden Crow Clan's young Supreme, Lu Jun!
Behind Lu Jun.
More than twenty Demon Race geniuses followed him.
Besides those from the Myriad Demon Divine Court, there were geniuses from other Demon Race factions.
Across from them.
Were eleven or twelve human geniuses, most of them wounded.
And among them.
Their leader was a youth of sixteen or seventeen, his expression grave.
The youth had bright eyes and white teeth, handsome features, and a tall, slender figure.
He wore a brocade robe with gold trim and cloud patterns.
His presence was formidable.
The Taihao Holy Land's fourth true disciple, Zhou Feng!
Zhou Feng's eyes flickered slightly as he considered something.
His presence was somewhat unsettled. He had just exchanged blows with Lu Jun.
His opponent's power surpassed his own; he had no chance of winning in a head-on clash.
Beside Lu Jun.
A Demon Race genius who had a grudge against Zhou Feng sneered and mocked him:
"You still dare act so arrogantly inside a legacy left by our Demon Race.
You really don't know how to write the word 'death'!"
Someone behind Zhou Feng immediately shot back in cold anger.
"Don't get cocky! Even if I die, I'll splatter you all with my blood!"
Lu Jun was like an emperor looking down upon all living beings.
His eyes were utterly indifferent as he looked at Zhou Feng and the others; he paid them no mind.
"Perhaps."
As those cold words fell.
Brilliant golden magical power surged and roared around Lu Jun.
It poured forth like a raging, heaven-flooding torrent.
Gathering into a vast golden palm print that covered the sky.
Its power was savage and tyrannical, its force unmatched.
It seemed capable of smashing endless mountains and towering peaks to pieces!
Yet in that instant.
Amid a piercing, reverberating shriek, several rainbow streaks bearing powerful presences tore through the air.
At the same time.
A furious shout rang out!
"Lu Jun, today is the day you die!"
Everyone's faces filled with surprise as they turned toward the rainbow streaks.
The newcomers were two youths and a young man.
One youth bore a sword on his back.
His divine features were otherworldly, his composure that of an immortal.
Sword intent soared into the heavens around him, his presence magnificent and sacred, its edge razor-sharp!
The other youth held a sky-piercing halberd.
His face was extraordinarily handsome and martial, his expression filled with grief and rage.
Murderous intent radiated from him, and his presence was vast and weighty.
The young man with the resolute expression stood respectfully behind the two youths.
The people behind Zhou Feng reacted with no shortage of astonishment and exclamations.
"I've never seen that youth with the sword on his back, but why does he look so familiar..."
"Because he's the Gu Clan's divine son, the one who swept through the Azure Radiance Dao Domain some time ago!"
"Who else could exert such terrifying pressure, like a sword immortal descended to the mortal world?"
Lu Jun naturally recognized Gu Xuanjin as well.
His heart grew somewhat heavy.
After all, Gu Xuanjin.
Had easily suppressed the young Supremes and peerless monsters of those super factions.
He was a true young sword immortal!
It was impossible not to feel any pressure.
When Lu Jun sensed Lü Yifei's presence, he could not help frowning slightly.
"It's you?
I didn't expect you to have regained your cultivation. Looks like you've thrown in your lot with the Gu Clan.
Unfortunately, you were no match for me back then.
Even with your cultivation restored now.
You're still no match for me!"
Lü Yifei laughed in extreme anger and pointed his halberd at Lu Jun, demonic flames billowing around him!
"If you hadn't sent those followers of yours at higher realms to gang up on me back then.
How could I have lost to you?!
But with the divine son helping me today, you won't be so lucky!
The way you killed A-Yuan back then.
Today, I'll pay you back a hundredfold!"
Before his voice had faded.
Lü Yifei could no longer restrain his killing intent.
He swung the Ghost God Sky Piercer, transforming into a world-ending demonic dragon as he thundered toward Lu Jun!
"Who do you think you are, daring to speak so disrespectfully to the third prince?!
I, Yan Lin, will take you on!"
Before Lu Jun could act.
A red-haired Demon Race youth beside him, whose hair looked like a mass of flames.
Had already swung the pair of fiery red flaming halberds in his hands and charged at Lü Yifei.
The powerful presence rippling from him showed that he, too, was at the Divine Ability Realm.
The next moment.
Clang-
The sharp crash of metal striking metal echoed through the hall.
Sending waves of powerful residual force bursting outward.
Yet in the blink of an eye.
Lü Yifei, consumed by rage, blasted Yan Lin straight into the ground.
The Ghost God Sky Piercer pierced clean through his chest!
Zhou Feng and the others were astonished and awed.
In a single exchange.
Lü Yifei had slain a young Demon Race genius!
That young Demon Race genius had been about as strong as they were.
Lu Jun's face darkened even further.
Rage churned in his eyes.
He raised a hand and beckoned.
A divine spear glowing with golden light suddenly appeared in his hand.
Feather patterns covered its surface.
True Solar Fire burned fiercely upon it, and an ancient solar star was engraved on it as well.
Its presence was savagely powerful and overwhelmingly heavy!
It was clearly a weapon of no low grade, either.
"Lü Yifei, you're courting death!"
Lu Jun roared.
His presence climbed to its peak.
He thrust his spear forward.
Like a majestic, divine Golden Crow spewing True Solar Fire to destroy everything.
Blazing and tyrannical, burning the heavens and boiling the seas!
Lü Yifei showed no fear.
The Ghost God Sky Piercer unleashed demonic might that filled the sky as he met the attack head-on!
Boom-
Two immensely powerful forces, one golden-red and the other dark blue, crashed together.
Like two great stars colliding!
The immense force shook heaven and earth.
The entire hall trembled, dust and sand flew, and ripples spread in every direction!
Zhou Feng and the others were shaken to the core.
Even Lü Yifei, who ranked outside the top ten of the Wind and Cloud Ranking.
Could actually fight Lu Jun to a standstill!
"Lu Jun.
Looks like you haven't improved one bit these past few years.
You're still just as much of a useless loser!"
Lü Yifei mocked him coldly as he steadily forced Lu Jun back.
Lu Jun felt the tremendous force coming through his spear.
And, taunted like that.
His expression turned exceedingly ugly.
All at once.
Lu Jun burned through all his power.
Golden light erupted from his divine spear, barely stopping his retreat.
Among the Demon Race geniuses standing to the side.
When they saw Lu Jun at a disadvantage.
Two geniuses with formidable cultivation immediately exchanged a glance.
They wanted to go help.
But the figure of a youth with a sword on his back suddenly appeared before them.
Gu Xuanjin said calmly, "Interfere in someone else's grudge, and you'll die a miserable death."
He pointed a finger.
In an instant, countless streams of Sword Qi surged forth.
Condensing into sharp swords that filled the sky.
They roared toward the Demon Race geniuses like a torrent!
They were filled with an edge of utmost sharpness.
Seemingly capable of grinding all things in the world to pieces, enough to chill the heart and make it tremble!