Chapter One Hundred: The Battle with Yang Li Again

"Boom!"

A wave of crashing tides rose as demonic waves towered to the heavens in the Demon Sea. In the eternal silent darkness, the colossal bodies of countless fallen dragons floated, each as vast as a star.

"Heh!"

A sinister laugh echoed. Beneath the dark Dragon Demon power, Luo Hao's broken body soared into the sky like a warrior of the Heavenly Gang realm. Blood dripped ceaselessly from his shattered frame, yet he seemed long beyond the feeling of pain.

His pair of chaotic, pitch-dark eyes coldly gazed down at the disciples of the Myriad Demons Sect and the Purple Star Pavilion below. When their gazes met those pupils, every disciple, whether from the Myriad Demons Sect or the Purple Star Pavilion, felt a sudden chill in their hearts.

They felt a dread of their very souls being devoured. The eyes gazing down from above were dark and lifeless, devoid of any emotion, and the murderous light in them pierced to the bone.

By the Blackwater Pool, all sounds died. The cold pierced the marrow. Everyone stared in horror — those were not human eyes. They were more terrifying than the ghosts of hell.

"Roar!"

With a furious roar from Luo Hao, savage waves crashed against the shores of the dark Demon Sea. The dreadful sound waves shook the heavens. Within the ancient forest, winds howled, stones flew, and the hundred-year-old trees shattered into fragments under that roar.

"Hiss!"

His hair lashed wildly in the blast. Every warrior beside the Blackwater Pool was stunned to the limit — that one roar seemed capable of tearing apart mountains and rivers.

"So this is the legacy of the human sages?"

High above in the void, Dian Qingtang of the Earth Demon Hall within the Myriad Demons Sect, and the mysterious man who had been lurking in the shadows all along, both let out a low exclamation, their gazes filled with awe.

"How can someone at the Qi Spirit realm possess such battle power? Could the legacy of the human sages in the Blood Spirit Secret Realm truly be that powerful?" Dian Qingtang's gaze narrowed. At this moment, Luo Hao actually gave him a faint sense of danger.

"This legacy is no ordinary thing! It seems that if necessary, even if I must reveal my identity, I will have to come to blows with Dian Qingtang." The mysterious man hidden in the shadows also wore a grave expression.

"No need to fear — there are more of us. Even if we have to wear him down, we can exhaust him to death!"

"Indeed! He must be using some forbidden secret art!"

"Kill!"

The Purple Star Pavilion disciples, though fully aware that Luo Hao's power had explosively surged, preferred to believe this was only due to a secret art akin to the Blood Burning Technique, which could not last long. Besides, they had superior numbers.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh!"

Piercing sounds split the air. Five figures charged at Luo Hao with overwhelming might. Their heavy, mountain-like spiritual power pressed down through the sky, instantly tearing the void apart.

"Heh."

In the void, on Luo Hao's bloody, mangled face, the corners of his mouth twisted slightly. His feet moved, a blurry black dragon pattern flickering beneath them. His figure shot forth like an abyssal black dragon devouring everything ahead, more ferocious and swift than the five attackers.

"Thud!"

A muffled thunderclap burst in the air. Tenebrous black Dragon Demon energy spread everywhere; each wisp brimmed with boundless tyranny, each wisp enough to crush a mountain peak.

His expression indifferent, Luo Hao struck with savage ferocity. Even before his flashing black fist lashed out, an invisible fist intent had already taken shape.

It was a fist intent that seemed to exist only for slaughter — unopposable, leaving no room for survival, annihilating everything.

Slaughter!

Extinction!

Domination!

Beneath the shroud of the invisible fist intent, the five onrushing figures suddenly faltered, as if falling into an ice-cold hell, their very hearts trembling wildly.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"

The black fist struck across three thousand li, piercing endless walls of void, like an irresistible black torrent, and with the might of a primordial beast, swallowed the five charging figures whole.

"Aaaaah!"

The pitch-black Dragon Demon power was utterly overbearing. With absolute, irresistible force, it surged into the five bodies. Their miserable screams immediately rent the silence of the night. Their bodies were sent flying, like torn sacks leaking air.

"Shhh!"

The black dragon pattern flashed again beneath his feet. Endless slaughter filled Luo Hao's dark eyes. Like a black roc, he caught up in an instant with the five flying figures.

"Die!"

A roar not of human voice tore from his throat. At the same time, his steel-whip right leg, wrapped in boundless Dragon Demon power, lashed at the five with shattering, heaven-startling force.

"Bang!"

With an explosion of black Dragon Demon light, blood sprayed through the sky. Glittering white shattered bones mixed with shreds of flesh scattered in every direction. The five bodies had been kicked to pieces in midair by Luo Hao.

All of this took place in a flash of lightning — from start to finish, only a few breaths. As the scattered blood and flesh splashed down, the warriors of the Purple Star Pavilion and Myriad Demons Sect finally showed expressions of terror.

"Demon!"

"He's already fallen into demonic path!"

"Demonic! He must be executed immediately!"

"How can he be this strong?" Yang Li, who had always regarded Luo Hao as an ant, clenched his fists. Even he revealed a startled look at this moment, and felt a cold he had never known — a cold born from the terror deep within his heart.

"Clang!"

His eyes flashed like lightning, sending ripples through the void. Luo Hao whirled, his pitch-black pupils fixed on Yang Li below, a cruel smile curving across his face. To the crowd, it was the smile of a demon king, the smile of the Grim Reaper.

"Who dares fight me?"

Wracked by the Dragon Demon power, Luo Hao spoke with a trembling body. Meanwhile, the tears in his flesh grew even more horrifying, as if his body could no longer withstand the brutal force of the Dragon Demon power.

"Drip. Drip. Drip."

Blood splattered down. Beneath Luo Hao, a small pool of blood had already formed on the ground. Facing Luo Hao's deathly cold voice, the whole Blackwater Pool fell into silence. Even Yang Li showed an unprecedented gravity in his eyes and did not speak for a long time.

"Yang Li, fight him. I want to see where this brat's limit lies."

The voice of Dian Qingtang sounded in his ear. Yang Li knew this battle could no longer be avoided. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward, his eyes filled with slaughter and demonic aura, meeting Luo Hao's gaze without the slightest weakness.

"Fall back!"

Sensing the terrifying battle about to erupt between the two, the disciples of the Purple Star Pavilion and the Myriad Demons Sect immediately retreated. In the vast space, only Luo Hao and Yang Li remained.

"Kill!"

No words were needed. The hatred between them was deep; this would surely be a life-and-death standoff. There was no such thing as testing. The roar of slaughter boomed, and the bloody battle erupted.

It had to be said that half a year could change many things. Demonic aura rose like a pillar straight into the heavens. Judging from the surging demonic aura soaring from Yang Li, it was not hard to tell that he had grown far more powerful than half a year ago. Faintly, he had already broken through the peak of the Blood Gathering realm, about to step into Heavenly Gang.

"Luo Hao, die!"

With a furious shout, Yang Li's figure shot forward like an abyssal black roc, charging at Luo Hao. His hands came together, and a black demonic blade suddenly appeared with a shrieking hum.

"Celestial Demon God-Slaying Art."

Its ferocious might was overwhelming. Vast demonic aura surged from the black demonic blade like a tide, and then a huge dark shadow gradually took shape behind the blade. At this moment, the black demonic blade reached its peak in both momentum and demonic power.

"Celestial Demon Annihilating the World!"

The enormous shadow was even greater than the curtain of night. It vibrated the blade forward, sending forth boundless demonic power. The black demonic blade pressed down half the sky, endless blade intent blanketing heaven and earth.

"Thud!"

The void trembled in terror beneath that blade. Mountains and rivers shook and dimmed. Hundreds of feet away, whether disciples of the Purple Star Pavilion or the Myriad Demons Sect, all felt a sense of powerlessness rising from the depths of their hearts.

"The Celestial Demon God-Slaying Art — no wonder it is the peerless skill of a great demon sage of the recent ancient era."

The hidden mysterious man praised inwardly, unable to help being awed by the astonishing momentum of Yang Li's blade. Not that this blade could threaten him, but the imposing momentum it exuded was enough to move anyone.

Facing the world-shaking blade of the Celestial Demon God-Slaying Art, pitch-black Dragon Demon power spread like an eternal dark curtain, making it impossible to see Luo Hao's expression.

From within the desolate darkness of Dragon Demon power, an unknown roar sounded — demonic will blazing, tyranny boundless, like the roar of a dragon demon traversing ten thousand ages of time.

In that moment, the Demon Sea churned, demon dragons clamored, Dragon Demon power surged madly. It seemed as if Luo Hao had transformed into a black dragon of monstrous might, roaring as it charged against the blade's radiance with murderous fury.

"Boom!"

Like nine heavens of thunder descending upon the world. Luo Hao's fist hard-struck the Celestial Demon Annihilating the World technique. That fist soared like a roc spreading its wings, twisted like a desolate dragon turning over, as if it would shatter the sun, moon, and stars.

"Kill!"

The killing cry echoed without end as Yang Li's demonic blade hacked down again and again. Luo Hao struck out fist after fist like a dragon, surging against the tide in desperate struggle. The pitch-black Dragon Demon power was boundless and tyrannical, clashing violently with the black demonic blade in the void.

With every collision between fist and blade, frightful gales and spiritual power storms erupted wildly from the point of impact.

"Stagger, stagger, stagger!"

The terrifying force passed through the blade's body, shaking Yang Li's blood energy into turmoil, a sweet, metallic taste rising in his throat.

A rush of blood-red flooded Yang Li's face. His figure stumbled back dozens of meters, then he stared with extreme gravity at the center of the gale and the spiritual power storm.