The King of Chaos roared in anger, his form rapidly expanding, revealing the true body of the Demon Race—a great white ox towering between heaven and earth, its head like a steep mountain, its two horns akin to iron towers, its demonic Qi darkening the skies and eclipsing the sun, casting Accumulated Thunder Mountain into a gloom without daylight or moonlight.
The Heaven Demon Axe grew to a thousand zhang, as if it could cleave apart heaven and earth.
The true body of the Demon Race frenziedly devoured nature’s spiritual energy.
The great white ox reached out to grab a Golden Immortal puppet, shattering its Great Luo Golden Body, leaving it cracked.
Before being destroyed by the King of Chaos, this Golden Immortal puppet returned the Qingxiao Immortal Sword to Lu Changsheng’s hands.
Snap.
The puppet of the Golden Immortal at the fourth level was completely shattered!
The King of Chaos’s savagery was evident.
“The King of Chaos is truly terrifying, to destroy a fourth-level Golden Immortal puppet just like that.”
“We have fought against the King of Chaos in the past, but we all lost to him.”
Neither Daoist Yuxuan nor Daoist Luo Yu were a match for the King of Chaos, and now that Lu Changsheng had forced the King of Chaos to reveal his true body of the Demon Race, it was clear that Lu Changsheng’s strength had surpassed theirs.
“It’s been a long time since someone forced me to fight in my true form of the Demon Race, you’re the first in a hundred thousand years.”
The enormous eyes of the great white ox glared deathly at Lu Changsheng.
The true body of the Demon Race was his last resort.
By pushing him to such an extent, Lu Changsheng had incited his wrath.
Lu Changsheng, whose Golden Immortal puppet was destroyed, felt no heartache.
In the future as a mentor, there would be plenty of opportunities to recover the Golden Immortal puppet talismans.
“Law of Heaven and Earth!”
Lu Changsheng manifested his divine skills, revealing a ten-thousand-zhang tall Dharmic body, on equal footing with the great white ox’s ten-thousand-zhang demonic body!
Lu Changsheng had cultivated the Quasi-Emperor Tier Cultivation Technique “Transforming Dragon Art” to the Realm of Great Perfection.
His ten-thousand-zhang Dharmic body coalesced into thousands of True Dragon light patterns, even the bones in Lu Changsheng’s body turned into Dragon Bone, his physique as formidable as a Great Accomplishment Golden Immortal True Dragon!
“This is the Quasi-Emperor Tier Cultivation Technique ‘Transforming Dragon Art’ from the Beast-Taming Sect, how does he know this technique? Could he be from the Beast-Taming Sect?”
The Liuyun Pavilion Sect Leader was shocked seeing Lu Changsheng transformed into a human-shaped True Dragon.
Boom!
The ten-thousand-zhang True Dragon Dharmic body clashed with the ten-thousand-zhang white ox demonic body, causing mountains to collapse; each punch and kick shattered the very sky and earth.
“Ah!”
A group of lesser demons were caught in the crossfire, merely the aftershocks enough to reduce them to ashes.
“Brothers, let’s attack together!”
The King of Chaos, with bloodshot eyes from fighting, called for the other Demon Kings to join the battle.
The six Great Demons exchanged glances; as sworn brothers, they could not refuse when the King of Chaos called them to arms.
The Nine Spirits King spewed fire from his nine heads, sweeping through a group of human Golden Immortals.
The flames unleashed by the Nine Spirits King were extremely hot, instantaneously sublimating rock and stone.
“Before my Wuji True Fire, everything else is but an illusion.”
Qingyue Fairy cast Wuji True Fire from the palm of her hand, a divine fire that swallowed the flames emitted by the Nine Spirits King.
“You are indeed not a common cultivator from the human race. Are you about to take that half-step?”
Cold sweat broke out on the back of the Nine Spirits King.
Qingyue Fairy seemed at ease, effortlessly dispelling his Divine Skills.
Qingyue Fairy, capable of absorbing the Wuji True Fire Fire Spirit Root and using it as her own, certainly had a remarkable background.
The Divine Ape King reached out and grabbed a black-gold iron rod that appeared, wielding the treasure and smashing it towards Daoist Yuxuan.
Daoist Yuxuan summoned an Immortal Sword to intercept the black-gold iron rod.
The black-gold iron rod came within a hair’s breadth of hitting Daoist Yuxuan in the face.
“So strong…”
Daoist Yuxuan withstood the Divine Ape King’s attack; even as a seventh-level Golden Immortal, he almost failed to receive the black-gold iron rod.
The black-gold iron rod weighed millions of jin, and with the Divine Ape King’s vast divine prowess, Daoist Yuxuan barely managed to hold the Divine Ape King at bay.
“I, King Demon Dragon, am not one to be trifled with. Even if you are a disciple of the master of Zhengsheng Sect, I will show no mercy.”
King Demon Dragon’s body sprouted scale armor, his claws sharp as blades, utterly suppressing Star Sword Daoist.
Star Sword Daoist, merely at the first level of Golden Immortality, paled in contrast to King Demon Dragon’s fifth level; the disparity was vast.
Star Sword Daoist could only rely on the Cultivation Technique taught by Qingyangzi to hold his own against King Demon Dragon.
“Aoouh!!!”
King Mu Lang howled at the sky in a mix of anger and embarrassment.
He had been injured by Su Xiaoqi’s inferior Holy Artifact “Youmeng.”
Su Xiaoqi, merging into the Void with her Body of Nothingness and wielding an inferior Holy Artifact level dagger, managed to wound King Mu Lang, a fourth-layer Golden Immortal.
All of Lu Changsheng’s disciples had the ability to fight across levels.
Without such capabilities, they could not have been recognized by the Disciple Apprenticeship Simulator.
“Do you have the strength to oppose me, Golden Feather King?”
Golden Feather King transformed into his Golden Winged Peng True Form, conjuring hurricanes, turning his demonic Qi into wind blades that shredded countless mountains, rocks, and trees!
Daoist Luo Yu faced billions of wind blades, his Sword Qi weaving into a net of swords in front of him.
As countless wind blades descended, sparks flew everywhere, and the mountain directly behind Daoist Luo Yu was sliced into fragments.
Daoist Luo Yu looked serious; the Golden Feather King was more formidable than he had imagined.
The seven Great Demons were no simple characters.
King Jiaolu transformed his demonic Qi into a realm of trees, countless vines reaching towards Shangguan Zhao’er.
King Jiaolu, the lowest in cultivation among the seven Great Demons, boasted the strength of a third-tier Golden Immortal.
The seven Great Demons would not have become sworn brothers without substantial prowess and mutual recognition.
Shangguan Zhao’er held the Spirit Brush in hand, her strokes as swift as a dragon or serpent, inscribing on golden paper, “Inebriated beneath a hall blooming with thousands, a sword chill pierces fourteen prefectures.”
These were the verses taught to her by Lu Changsheng.
Billions of petals danced in the air, their fragrance overwhelming; the shadows of three thousand guests flickered faintly as a peerless swordsman stood proudly in the void; with one sword strike, sharp as frost, countless vines were severed, flying straight at King Jiaolu.
King Jiaolu’s wooden staff shone with verdant light, a hundred layers of wooden barriers erupted from the earth, intercepting the sword Qi.