Master of the Demon Emperor

"Kill!"

Su Yie's cold shout echoed between heaven and earth, as hundreds of Sword Shadows released countless Sword Qi, ravaging all directions and slashing all the approaching monsters to death.

Blood poured down like a torrential rain, drenching the earth.

With one punch downward, the Fang Tian Divine Fist transformed spiritual power into a giant thunder and lightning fist, sweeping all the monsters in front of it.

Han Yuandao manipulated the spell, murmuring an incantation only he understood, followed by a howling gale that conjured Mysterious Fire, lurking around the Giant Gourd, preventing the Demon Kings from approaching them.

Ren Wokuang leapt down directly, entering into the throng of monsters.

The battle erupted!

For miles around, successive bombings upturned boulders and violently shook the earth, as if it could shatter at any moment.

Li Huahun and the Night Rakshasa Demon King were locked in fierce combat; even though he was far from matching the Demon King in size, Li Huahun still managed to hold an advantage in strength.

Bang—

Li Huahun flashed behind the Night Rakshasa Demon King and, with the force of ten thousand jun, his kick landed on the back of the Demon King's neck, causing the massive form to tumble forward, stirring up rolling dust.

Right after that, Li Huahun raised his right hand, gathering nature's spiritual energy in his palm, which condensed into a gigantic blood orb that grew larger and larger.

In an instant, an overwhelming pressure crushed the entire world.

Su Yie, Han Yuandao, Fang Tian Divine Fist, and Xiao Bai all turned their heads to look.

Even Ren Wokuang, who was in a fierce battle with a Demon King of the Astral Projection Realm, couldn't help but turn back, his expression dramatically changing as he exclaimed, "Big brother... hang in there!"

The Night Rakshasa Demon King was consumed by fury, the successive blows from Li Huahun igniting his unbearable rage and unprecedented humiliation.

He was the ruler of a Demon Nation, a renowned figure among the Demon Tribe of the Eastern Lands!

How could he be defeated by a nameless individual?

Clutching his giant sword in both hands, the Night Rakshasa Demon King swung it furiously, the heavens and earth darkening, as wild winds devastated tens of thousands of meters.

The direction of the sword's swing shattered the earth, creating a thunderous noise louder than ten thousand thunderclaps.

Li Huahun smirked and flung the blood orb with a swing of his hand.

At this moment, the blood orb in his hand had reached a diameter of a hundred zhang, containing an incredibly terrifying power within.

The demonic power formed by the Sword Qi directly collided with the blood orb, and a bright light burst out, whitening the vision of Su Yie and others.

The terrifying impact made Su Yie and the others sway like leaves in a storm, the deadly sense of danger making their skin crawl.

Numerous monsters screamed in agony; Ren Wokuang also yelled for his brother, their voices converging together, making Su Yie feel as if his eardrums would burst.

"What kind of power... is hidden inside this guy?"

Feng Long suddenly exclaimed in Su Yie's mind, pausing before adding, "You lucky kid, to have such a person willingly acknowledge you as a brother."

Su Yie, irritated, asked, "What do you mean by that?

Am I lacking something?"

At the same time, he was secretly alarmed by Li Huahun's strength; even though he couldn't see with his eyes, he could feel the terrifying pressure from Li Huahun, realizing that during his previous battle with Xiang Shun, Li Huahun had not gone all out.

Before long, the bright light vanished, and everyone regained their vision, but the scene they saw next left them gaping.

The entire land was smoky and ruined; all they could see around them were shattered ruins, the earth upturned, hills flattened.

The Night Rakshasa Demon King stood on the ravaged earth, a huge hole pierced through his chest, blood flowing down his iron armor, pooling into rivers of blood.

His bloodshot eyes fixed on Li Huahun, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Li Huahun floated in the air, the strong wind disheveling his black hair, his face twisted with a fierce killing intent, and he sneered, "I am beyond your imagination, you can die now!"

As the words fell, Li Huahun transformed into a beam of light, passing through the body of the Night Rakshasa Demon King and landing among the debris, his white clothes stained with blood, eerily beautiful.

He held in his hand something that resembled a beating heart.

It was the Night Rakshasa Demon King's Taoist Fruit.

He clenched his fist, and it burst into blood.

The Night Rakshasa Demon King then collapsed on the ground, and even in death, he maintained a kneeling posture, leaning on his giant sword for support without lying down.

The monsters were all dumbstruck, and it took them quite a while to come to their senses.

"The king is dead!"

"Run away fast!"

"How is this possible! Who is he exactly?"

"Am I seeing things?"

The surviving monsters dispersed in a panic, fleeing the scene.

Su Yie and the others did not pursue, for with the death of the Night Rakshasa Demon King, these monsters no longer posed a threat.

Li Huahun quickly returned, his body covered in blood and his murderous aura so intense that Xiao Bai hid behind Su Yie, while Ren Wokuang kept his distance from him.

"His Demon Core and Storage Ring."

Li Huahun fixed his gaze on Su Yie and said, and after speaking, he tossed a blood-covered Demon Core and two blood-drenched rings into Su Yie's hands.

The pungent smell of blood caused Su Yie to slightly furrow his brows, and he used demonic power to cleanse them before tossing them into the Repository of the Dao.

"So powerful, you must be beyond the Innate Dao Fruit Realm!"

Han Yuandao stared at Li Huahun, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Li Huahun in battle was utterly different from his usual self.

Li Huahun ignored him, his body shook, and his blood-soaked clothes transformed into white robes, the blood all absorbed into his body. He expelled a breath of foul air, and the fierce expression on his face dissipated, returning to a cold and merciless look.

Ren Wokuang came forward, advising, "Big brother, do you need to go this far against him? Control yourself!"

Fang Tian Divine Fist looked pensively at Li Huahun and murmured, "Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"

Li Huahun glanced at him, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Let's continue moving forward, striving to obliterate the Divine Physique Hall soon, so you can cultivate in peace."

Li Huahun turned back to look at Su Yie and said.

In his eyes, it seemed like Su Yie was the only one who ever existed.

Only when facing Su Yie would his tone become gentle.

Ren Wokuang felt jealous, thinking, Clearly you are my big brother, so why are you always nice to an outsider?

Han Yuandao and Fang Tian Divine Fist glanced at each other, both very curious about what exactly was the relationship between Li Huahun and Su Yie, and why he was so good to Su Yie?

In their view, Ren Wokuang was not really Li Huahun's brother, but Su Yie was.

In this manner, the group kept moving forward.

This battle had fully proven Li Huahun's worth, giving Han Yuandao and Fang Tian Divine Fist a great boost in confidence.

The next day, they arrived at Starving Wolf Cliff.

Starving Wolf Cliff was named so because of the abundance of Wolf Demons present, and at the base of the cliff was an endless grassland dotted with several green hills.

They had arrived by dusk.

With the strong Demon Qi carried by Su Yie, no Wolf Demon dared to approach.

The group settled at the edge of the cliff to rest, and Li Huahun began to teach Su Yie how to conceal his aura.

In the realm of the Demon Clan, Su Yie did not conceal his Demon Qi, intending to intimidate enemies, but one day he must go to the lands of the Human Clan, and learning to control his aura would make things much easier.

"Why hasn't the Piercing Arm Monkey come yet?"

Ren Wokuang paced back and forth, displaying an impatient demeanor.

The five-day agreement had reached its end, and although they thought they would be late, the monkey was even slower.