Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 818 - 465 Frenzied Battle, Furious Slash!

818: Chapter 465: Frenzied Battle, Furious Slash!

818 -465: Frenzied Battle, Furious Slash!

“Kun Yue, the Demon Lord, you’re not wrong.”

“I didn’t expect you, a motley wolf, to still have a hidden move like Dual Physique: Wolf and Elephant Together.”

“Your efforts are now worthy of my recognition.”

“I was still worrying…”

Facing an invincible opponent, Yi Chen’s face did not show any signs of panic or fear; instead, a strange joy emerged.

“What are you worried about?” As soon as the words left his mouth, the Western Extreme Demon Lord wanted to slap himself.

Without waiting for Yi Chen to answer, it surged its magic power and brazenly made its move.

It knew that if it came to a battle of wits, it wouldn’t stand a chance in its next life.

However, the Heavenly Dao is fair.

Although there was a slight deviation in its plan this time, strength still spoke loudest in this world.

As long as it could successfully slay this foe today, it would still be the revered Western Extreme Demon Lord of the Demon Realm.

Its recent small defeat was merely a bit of frost on the road of cultivation.

At this thought, a sense of relief washed over the heart of the Western Extreme Demon Lord.

Its only worthy opponent had always been the unfathomable Old Demon Dragon from the Eastern Demon Kingdom.

Since when could a mere Jia Loulan stir its Demon Heart?

As the saying goes, “The size of your heart reflects the size of your stage.”

It is Kun Yue, the Western Extreme Demon Lord, who has walked this path amid countless bloody storms and struggles, not to engage in mere verbal battles by the banks of the Heavenly Wolf River.

“Jia Loulan, spare me the clever words.

For a shameless wretch like you, I, Kun Yue, have only one solution—death!”

In that moment, Demon Lord Kun Yue had a great epiphany.

Its words were resolute, and its claws filled with Demon Yuan surged forward fiercely, suddenly revealing two terrifying beams of light from its palms.

At that instant, the Demon Wolf Dharma Form and Demon Elephant Dharma Form behind the Western Extreme Demon Lord also synchronously began to move.

The Demon Wolf Dharma Form howled to the heavens, and the Demon Elephant swung its trunk like a whip.

The two brilliant beams simultaneously pierced into the demonic qi tide pushed out by the Demon Lord’s claw wind.

Suddenly, a colossal demonic qi pillar, bolstered by this enhancement and resembling a towering pillar, twisted at its forefront into the divine forms of a Demon Wolf’s skull and a Demon Elephant’s skull, launching a fierce assault toward Yi Chen’s figure.

“Interesting.”

Faced with this overwhelming force, Yi Chen’s mouth slowly widened, revealing a row of chillingly white teeth.

He had twice used deception as cultivation, reflecting upon his spirit, and by now had thoroughly imprinted the essence of the Pure Yang Holy Fist into every delicate part of his body.

Deeply ingrained, divine integration.

Under the Realm of Self, just as the Western Extreme Demon Lord’s Demon Yuan surged, Yi Chen’s expression shifted slightly, and his fists were also wrapped in a brilliant layer of Extreme Origin.

He simultaneously triggered Sun and Moon Together with both fists, confronting the terrifying magical attack of Demon Lord Kun Yue head-on.

Boom!

A momentary clash, followed by a resonant clang, the energy was like a raging torrent, splitting the earth and shocking the heavens.

Surging waves rose inexplicably on the surface of the Heavenly Wolf River.

Centered around Yi Chen and the Western Extreme Demon Lord, the river’s surface abruptly split into two walls of water sweeping toward both banks.

Gigantic waves, towering like a blockade.

Merely the shockwave from their exchange created a scene like a natural disaster, leaving the nobles of the Western Demon Nation, warriors of the Demon Righteous Church, and ceremonial envoys from the Three Great Demon Kingdoms with their eyes wide in shock.

A Demon Lord is essentially the supreme expert who suppresses the regional energies.

This lord signifies dominance.

At such a stage of cultivation, without peers to check them, numbers no longer carry much meaning before them.

In the past, the Supreme Daoist Sect gathered numerous experts from the Human Realm.

Uncle Huan of the Dao Sect himself practiced the only True Scripture left by a Taoist Ancestral, his cultivation far surpassing his peers.

Later, he even took out a treasure left by the Taoist Ancestral, using an unparalleled Great Formation and every tactic available, aiming solely to trap the enemy.

Even just doing this, after several months, signs of defeat began to show, unable to continue.

This is the terrifying power of a Breakthrough Limit Fourth Layer ruler of a demon nation.

Selena’s gaze sharpened suddenly.

Her hands wielding the azure spear danced three times, surprisingly setting up three walls of qi in the path the giant wave had to pass.

Watching the first qi wall emit a grating, squeaky sound upon contact, Selena’s gaze also inadvertently flashed a mix of sadness and exhilaration.

She mourned the insurmountable gap between the Third and Fourth Layers of Breakthrough Limit but was invigorated by the help of the Holy Venerable.

Perhaps one day, she too could step into the Fourth Layer of Breakthrough Limit and rule over a region.

Under the harsh rule of the Four Great Demon Kingdoms, the Demon Realm is not without demons who rebel fearlessly, but that is all they can do—stage uprisings.

Unable to contend with a demon nation’s ruler, all is in vain, no matter the momentum generated previously.

History teaches them that they will ultimately return to silence.

Much like a castle built on sand, it scatters at the first wave.

In a world where power returns to oneself, the situation is precisely this brutal; the weak rely on the morality of the strong to determine their quality of life.

Clearly, the moral standards of the powerful in the Demon Realm are quite anthropomorphic.

Eventually, a compromise among all parties forms the current ecology of the Demon Realm.

Demons despise and flatter each other mutually; each demon hopes to be above others while groveling before them.

And the most powerful Secret Techniques, the most resources, are always in the hands of the upper tier, changing hands among the middle and high levels like flags on city towers, but at the top, it’s always a small group of Demon Nobles.

The strong remain strong.

As for the significance of the existence of the weak… you can’t exactly expect the Western Extreme Demon Lord to go mining himself.