Chapter 104: Duel with the Great Demon

“Rumble!” The thunder dragon roared, shaking heaven and earth. After hundreds of thousands of years since the ancient times, the celestial thunder tribulation descended once again upon the northwestern land, its majestic heavenly might beyond comprehension!

A deep black rift tore through the void, like a celestial scar stretching across the heavens. Within the vast, churning sea of black clouds, infinite bolts of lightning poured down relentlessly, mercilessly plunging into the rift.

In an instant, the once pitch-black rift blazed brightly. Through the collapsing void, countless thunder tribulations pursued the silver-haired elder with relentless fury.

Above the void, Tian Qingtang and the others felt chills run down their spines. Such a terrifying thunder tribulation—though aimed solely at the silver-haired elder—exuded an overwhelming and invincible force that made everyone tremble with dread.

“It’s not over yet!” The Black Dragon King shuddered as he glanced at the still-flashing lightning in the firmament and then at the figure in the distance, who continuously absorbed the chaotic immortal light.

Tian Qingtang and the mysterious man’s previously relaxed hearts tightened once more at the Black Dragon King’s words.

On the dark sky, endless lightning still flashed, and within the sea of clouds, countless thunder dragons seemed to lie dormant, ready to charge down from the heavens at any moment.

“This is…” Suddenly, Elder Qingyang’s gaze toward the chaotic immortal light trembled slightly, his heart gripped by horror. At this moment, his eyes pierced through the chaotic immortal light.

This was astonishing. Tian Qingtang, the Black Dragon King, and others could not penetrate the veil of the chaotic immortal light, yet Elder Qingyang saw clearly.

His expression grew increasingly grave as his gaze quivered. Beneath the chaotic immortal light, he distinctly saw a purple figure standing with hands behind its back, like an eternal solitary peak towering between heaven and earth.

Though the chaotic immortal light obscured the figure’s features, it was still somewhat indistinct. The purple hair fluttered in the wind, and atop the figure’s head hung a palm-sized purple-gold bell, its arcane patterns glowing faintly.

Though the purple figure appeared somewhat ethereal, its aura of solemn majesty revealed the overwhelming power of its owner.

“The Great Demon Purple Star River! No, this isn’t just a fragment of will—it’s a sliver of his soul,” Elder Qingyang muttered in awe. Despite his worldly experiences, upon discerning the identity of the purple figure, even he could not help but be amazed.

Renowned since the ancient era, the Great Demon Purple Star River was a colossal figure among demons, a true prodigy who shook the heavens. Even the Demon Emperor once bowed before him.

“Luo Hao! How could this be?” Elder Qingyang’s eyes darkened further as he turned to another figure. If not for learning from Tian Qingtang that the chaotic immortal light was triggered by Luo Hao, he would never have believed his own eyes.

“Pfft!” Endless chaotic immortal light erupted from the split chest, and moments later, even Luo Hao’s eyes, locked in confrontation with Purple Star River, began to shine with the chaotic immortal light.

His dark eyes shimmered with iridescent gleams, and within the surging chaotic immortal light floated countless chaotic runes. That these runes streamed from the chest of a human was an utterly staggering sight.

At this moment, Luo Hao was suffused with chaotic immortal light, like a god walking among mortals—neither joyful nor sorrowful, his calm eyes occasionally emitting strands of chaotic light.

Suddenly, the purple figure resembling a solitary peak moved. The Bell of Myriad Demons rang out, sonorous and powerful, like an ancient battle hymn of the demon race.

“Hum!” The purple sound wave, tangible and resonant, spread from the palm-sized bell. Purple Star River stepped lightly forward, and within the chaotic immortal light, a purple lotus blossomed beneath his feet.

“Step by step, a lotus blooms!” Elder Qingyang sighed with admiration. “The Great Demon Purple Star River lives up to his name. Even as a fragment of his soul, he remains worthy of the title!”

With each step, a lotus flower appeared beneath him. Purple Star River advanced calmly toward the source of the chaotic immortal light, undeterred by the surrounding chaotic light and runes. Under the Bell of Myriad Demons, the chaotic light was suppressed, and the runes shattered continuously.

“Whoosh!” Like a streak of purple starlight tearing through the sky, Purple Star River’s speed suddenly increased, his trajectory too swift even for Elder Qingyang to follow.

“Boom!” With a tremor, the chaotic immortal light quaked violently. The chaotic light before Luo Hao was torn apart in an instant. From the rupture burst a dazzling purple radiance—a translucent finger shimmering with purple brilliance and entwined with countless demon markings struck down, aimed precisely at Luo Hao’s split chest.

An ancient purple finger, weathered by time, heavy with the aura of ages—it belonged to the Great Demon Purple Star River.

Though subtle in force, it bore an overwhelming oppression that bore down on all.

“Hmm!” Even Tian Qingtang, the Black Dragon King, and the mysterious man outside the chaotic light couldn’t help but grunt lowly, blood trickling from their mouths. An indescribably terrifying pressure weighed on their minds, as if their spiritual world was about to collapse.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft!” “Retreat!” The Black Dragon King’s massive body was covered in shattered black scales, dragon blood trickling down from the firmament. Tian Qingtang and the mysterious man also spat blood, their hearts filled with unwillingness yet knowing that staying any longer meant death.

Those who had reached such heights were decisive—without hesitation, the two men and the beast fled in three directions instantly.

“Hmm!” Elder Qingyang’s gaze deeply fixed on the retreating mysterious man before swiftly returning to the chaotic immortal light.

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