Chapter 102: An Existence Surpassing the Great Demons

"Hum!"

The sky trembled, and the sounds of the Dao rumbled. An unspeakable majesty eclipsed the silver moon in the sky. Purple radiance illuminated the world, making the entire Azure Firmament Mountain Range seem insignificant at this moment.

A rain of purple petals filled the sky. A purple phantom trod upon the drifting petals, stepping down from the void pace by pace.

Though his face was shrouded in chaos, his peerless elegance alone made it easy to imagine that he was a man of jade-like grace.

The purple phantom walked neither fast nor slow. With every step he took, a Dao rune flashed beneath his foot. This was not done intentionally, but seemed to be a completely natural occurrence.

"Dao flowers rain from heaven, and runes bloom beneath his feet!"

Although there was no overbearing aura that shook heaven and earth, all the humans present could not help but shudder, their hearts trembling. This was definitely the external manifestation of a martial artist's Dao.

Was this the great demon who had dominated the Near Ancient era? Even a mere wisp of his will was so utterly terrifying and unfathomable.

"The Great Demon Purple Galaxy!"

The mysterious figure who had remained hidden also took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly.

The purple figure was illusory and unreal, merely a wisp of will and not a living being at all, yet the immense gap in their level of existence still left him deeply shaken.

But the mysterious figure quickly suppressed the tremor in his heart, his eyes flashing like lightning. "Rumor has it that Luo Hao harbors a great secret. I believe that with a wisp of the Great Demon Purple Galaxy's will, we should be able to force it all out."

"Rumble!"

Just as the human cultivators were seized with terror, a vast will descended from the heavens above the Azure Firmament Mountain Range. It was more terrifying than heavenly wrath, causing all living creatures to tremble in fear.

In that instant, everyone felt as though a pair of invisible eyes had pierced right through them. Even Dian Qingtang, the mysterious figure, and the purple phantom were no exception. Fortunately, this will came as quickly as it departed, lasting only a blink of an eye.

"Is this the awakened human will?"

At this moment, the hearts of Dian Qingtang and the mysterious figure pounded wildly. Vast and limitless, broad and all-encompassing—was this the human will that originated from the chaotic and dark era of antiquity?

On the other side, the purple figure stood tall, surrounded by floating purple light that shone as brilliantly as the stars in the cosmos. He stood in front of Yang Li, though his eyes lacked even a single spark of life.

"Cough, cough... Luo Hao, I have used a blood sacrifice to summon a wisp of the Great Demon Purple Galaxy's will from the blood armament, the Myriad Demon Bell. Tremble before the Great Demon!"

Although Yang Li was covered in blood and his life force was being continuously drained by the Myriad Demon Bell, the pain could not conceal his current madness. His face, covered in blood-sacrifice patterns, was twisted in extreme distortion, like a man-eating demon.

A hundred meters away, the pitch-black Dragon-Demon Power engulfed Luo Hao's figure, leaving only a pair of dark eyes exposed.

Several hundred meters away, the purple figure stood with his hands behind his back, like a pillar supporting the heavens, or an ancient divine peak that could not be scaled.

"Blood sacrifice to the Great Demon, help me slay the man before me!" Yang Li spat blood and staggered, yet he continued to frantically drive the wisp of Purple Galaxy's will.

Several demon runes emerged on the Myriad Demon Bell, instantly draining half of Yang Li's remaining life force.

"Clang!"

The moment the demon runes flashed, a sharp light flickered in the purple figure's lifeless eyes. He took a step forward, vanishing along an unspeakable trajectory.

When the purple figure reappeared, he was already standing right in front of Luo Hao. At such close quarters, Luo Hao did not even have time to react.

In the next instant, the purple figure lightly raised his right hand. The action seemed slow, yet it carried an incomparably terrifying weight.

Even though Luo Hao had fallen into demonhood and lost his six senses, beneath the layers of Dragon-Demon Power, he still felt a terrifying sensation as if his soul were being torn apart.

"Bang!"

The jade-white palm slowly descended into the pitch-black Dragon-Demon Power. A wisp of purple light burst from the palm, and in the next instant, the hand sliced through the Dragon-Demon Power like a demonic blade.

As the hand struck down, blood splattered instantly. Luo Hao felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His chest was torn open, the Dragon-Demon Power was extinguished, and his entire body was violently thrown backward.

"Hahaha! Cough, cough, cough!"

Seeing Luo Hao blown away and severely injured, Yang Li laughed maniacally, even as he coughed up blood and his own life force rapidly withered away.

"Sigh..."

High in the void, Dian Qingtang sighed softly. Yang Li had gone completely mad and had no hope of survival. Once the blood sacrifice ended, his life would also come to an end.

"What? He can still stand!"

Suddenly, both Dian Qingtang and the hidden mysterious figure showed looks of shock. Luo Hao, whose chest had been pierced and was dripping with blood, actually stood up again.

Compared to before, Luo Hao was now incredibly weak, and the pitch-black Dragon-Demon Power around him had grown extremely dim.

It was not that the Dragon-Demon Power was weak, but that Luo Hao's cultivation realm was too low, and the Dragon-Demon Power had only just awakened.

There was not a trace of color left on Luo Hao's pale face. His body was covered in countless cracks, looking as though it would shatter and collapse at any moment.

Blood flowed continuously from his chest, accompanied by flashes of purple light. That was where he had been pierced by the Great Demon Purple Galaxy; the Great Demon's power was relentlessly corroding his already weakened body.

Every single martial artist participating in the encirclement felt a wave of shock and fear. They were shocked that under such severe injuries, even a Heavenly Dipper Realm martial artist would have died, yet a Qi Spirit Realm martial artist was actually still holding on.

They feared that if someone with such terrifying survivability escaped their hands today, they could easily imagine the dreadful vengeance they would face in the future.

"Still not dead? But this makes it even more interesting." As Luo Hao stood up, Yang Li completely lost his mind, and several more demon runes emerged on the Myriad Demon Bell.

At this moment, Yang Li's body began to shake, his meridians twitching throughout his body. His face contorted in extreme agony, and his eyes began to lose focus.

"Whoosh!"

The purple figure took another step. The jade-white palm struck down once more. At this moment, a vast starry sky seemed to appear before everyone's eyes. Everyone felt insignificantly small, even those as powerful as Dian Qingtang.

"Thud!"

Suddenly, the jade-white palm pressed down. The stars in the sky seemed to evolve within this single palm strike. This was absolutely an earth-shattering, terrifying blow.

"Boom!"

The void produced a dull, thunderous rumble. Then, a curtain of purple light cascaded down, enveloping Luo Hao's body. A terrifying, formless force as heavy as heavenly majesty instantly dispersed all the Dragon-Demon Power around him.

"Puff!"

Luo Hao fell to one knee, coughing up blood once more. The ground beneath him began to cave in, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure of the palm.

"It's over," Dian Qingtang murmured. That white palm seemed to push forward with the weight of endless mountains and rivers. It would be impossible even for him to take this strike, let alone Luo Hao.

"Impossible. Did this kid not receive the inheritance of the human predecessors?" The mysterious figure, who had been watching the changes in the battlefield, could not help but feel suspicious now. Did the inheritance and fortune on Luo Hao not exist at all?

"He's finally dead!"

Several hundred yards away, the martial artists of the Myriad Demon Sect and the Purple Star Pavilion secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The hand of the Great Demon Purple Galaxy was crushing down without mercy. At this moment, even if Luo Hao wanted to escape, it was completely impossible.

"Boom!"

Right at this moment, a strange fluctuation suddenly erupted from Luo Hao's pierced chest. Then, Dian Qingtang and the others felt an extremely terrifying force emanating from beneath the jade-white palm.

Like a prehistoric beast awakening, the invisible aura was suffocating. The descending white palm was actually frozen in mid-air right above Luo Hao's head.

Beneath the palm, Luo Hao's weak and battered body suddenly stood straight like a divine spear piercing the heavens. A cloud of chaotic mist surged within his cracked chest.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the roar of a dragon resounded from within the chaotic mist. The dragon roar was domineering and absolute, as if it would shatter the heavens and earth. Then, a terrifying wave of despair swept across the entire Azure Firmament Mountain Range.

"Hmm, the Dragon Race?"

As the dragon roar echoed, a voice floated out from a dark forbidden zone within the Heaven Sea Sect, filled with doubt and the passage of time.

"The Dragon Race has appeared in the world? It is not yet time. Let them make a fuss first; the bigger the commotion, the better!"

In the deepest depths of the Azure Firmament Mountain Range lay a cavern covered in ancient runes—no one knew that such a cavern existed deep within the mountains. Inside the cavern, it was pitch-black, and astral winds howled. A voice floated out like a ghost.

High in the void, Dian Qingtang and the hidden mysterious figure trembled violently. With a muffled groan, they stumbled backward tens of thousands of meters, coughing up blood uncontrollably.

Ten thousand meters away, the mysterious figure finally revealed himself. He wore black night-traveling attire, and his exposed eyes showed immense shock and terror.

The same expression appeared on Dian Qingtang's face. Within several hundred yards of Luo Hao, the martial artists of the Myriad Demon Sect and the Purple Star Pavilion had already exploded, turning into clouds of blood mist.

"What kind of power is this? His chest is glowing!"

Ten thousand meters away, Dian Qingtang suddenly spat blood and cried out in shock. Even the will of the Great Demon Purple Galaxy had not brought them such terrifying pressure.

An unprecedented look of panic appeared on Dian Qingtang's face. Luo Hao's cracked chest was continuously spewing out boundless divine light.

"Thud!"

Suddenly, a beam of chaotic light shot out from Luo Hao's chest. Under the horrified gazes of Dian Qingtang and the mysterious figure, it pierced right through the descending white palm.

Although it was only a wisp of the Great Demon's will, the attack it unleashed was actually disintegrated so easily. This was simply beyond the imagination of the two men.

Boundless immortal light accompanied by chaos continued to spew outward. Within a radius of tens of thousands of meters, all living things were completely destroyed, and all ancient trees turned to dust. With Dian Qingtang and the mysterious figure's cultivation, they could not even step foot into this area.

"Ahhh!"

Yang Li screamed repeatedly within the boundless immortal light, before being struck by a beam of chaotic immortal light and dissolving into a mist.

Yet, shockingly, the purple figure did not immediately dissipate with Yang Li's death.

The purple Myriad Demon Bell still floated above his head. This wisp of will belonging to the Great Demon Purple Galaxy burst with infinite purple divine light from its eyes, as if trying to peer through the crack in Luo Hao's chest.