"Jiang, the situation with Zong Yue right now is quite dire. Although the Dao Yi Sect acts domineeringly, in the midst of a great war, Zong Yue's advancement to the Vientiane Realm is an extremely powerful force. We cannot sit idly by and let him die at the hands of Qiu Taoguang."

Thinking of this, Lu Chong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered a message to Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu nodded slightly.

Looking down at the lifeless Blood Robe Daoist Monarch, there was a trace of inexplicable meaning in his gaze.

"I will set off immediately to find Zong Yue. As for the matters here, I'll trouble you, Senior Brother, to handle them."

Quickly gathering his thoughts, Jiang Shu gave a brief instruction to Lu Chong, then turned his gaze to the three surviving true inheritors and elders of the Hidden Sword Sect, and said calmly:

"Everyone, now that our True Martial Sect has returned, there's no need to fear the Demon Sect and Demon Race's pursuit. Please help contact other fellow sect members scattered within the relics and regroup them."

"Senior Brother Lu, you should rest and heal your wounds. Once you're recovered, lead everyone to eradicate the Demon Sect and Demon Race completely. It's time to end these Ancient Demon Sect relics."

The calm tone was filled with immense confidence and a chilling killing intent, causing those few people to shiver in unison, followed by expressions of excitement on their faces.

After fleeing in disarray from the Demon Sect and Demon Race's pursuit for days, now it's finally time for our counterattack and reckoning!

"Daoist Monarch Taixuan, rest assured, we will take care of this matter!"

The true inheritors and elders of the Hidden Sword Sect exchanged looks and then solemnly nodded their heads, showing their resolve to Jiang Shu.

Seeing everything arranged properly, Jiang Shu felt at ease, nodded to Lu Chong, and prepared to leave immediately.

Buzz!

With a roar of vigorous Primordial Power, a pair of Black Gold Hanging Cloud Profound Wings imbued with Wind and Thunder Power instantly unfolded behind him, flapping to produce countless fierce Gang Winds, soaring to the sky.

With both wings vibrating, Jiang Shu's body trembled, the void around him shattering as he suddenly vanished.

Only a magnificent and profound aura lingered between heaven and earth.

Watching Jiang Shu's disappearance, everyone present showed expressions of shock in their eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, Daoist Monarch Taixuan's Black Gold Wings seem to be a Dao Artifact?"

"Correct, the aura contains the power of the Great Dao, definitely a Dao Artifact."

"Dao Artifact-level spiritual wings must be made from materials taken from at least a Demon Monarch Realm Great Demon's body. Could these be the wings from the Demon Race's Lord Heavenly Phoenix? Not only is his cultivation unparalleled, but he's also proficient in Artifact Refining, this Daoist Monarch Taixuan..."

Their admiration was endless, with envy on their faces.

A Dao Artifact of such immense power is rare even among the Eight Great Sects, and even Daoist Monarchs at the Vientiane Realm Middle Stage do not possess one.

However, thinking of Jiang Shu's astonishing strength, far exceeding the ordinary Vientiane Realm, they immediately felt at ease.

Meanwhile, not far away, the few remaining True Inheritors of the Demon Sect were filled with intense fear, their faces pale.

Jiang Shu's Black Gold Wings, although unfamiliar, carried a familiar aura that reminded them of the Demon Race's Lord Heavenly Phoenix. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

As the Blood Robe Daoist Monarch predicted, it is confirmed that Lord Heavenly Phoenix has fallen at the hands of Jiang Taixuan of the True Martial Sect!

However, now that they understood this, they no longer had the chance to spread the news.

For at that moment, Lu Chong's cold gaze was cast upon them.

Under the horrified gaze of the Demon Sect's true inheritors, Lu Chong unleashed a palm strike, with the vast Power of the Great Dao sweeping out from his palm, enveloping and consuming them!

...

At the same time.

In the southeastern section of the Demon Sect relics, atop a towering, dangerous peak.

In mid-air, the surging black glow of Evil Qi was rushing like a tide, vast and boundless, almost tainting the flowing clouds.

From amid the surging clouds, a chilling and grim gaze shot straight down to the summit below.

Qiu Taoguang emerged, a sinister smile on his Yin Yang intersecting face, the Power of Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations swirling around him, stirring up monstrous flames.

At this moment, on the summit, Zong Yue's face was ashen, his clothes soaked with sticky blood, leaning weakly against a protruding rock, gasping heavily.

The once grand and majestic aura of the Vientiane Realm on his body had now withered to an extreme degree, and coupled with his extremely miserable appearance, it was truly a sorry sight, devoid of any of his former proud demeanor as the First True Inheritor of the Eight Great Sects.

Watching Qiu Taoguang emerge from the clouds, Zong Yue's pupils contracted, an unwilling look flashing in his deep eyes, as he slowly clenched his fists.

He understood that he had exhausted all means and reached a dead end. Given the current situation in the Demon Sect relics, there was no chance for a turnaround.

"Damn it! If I had more time to attempt a breakthrough in cultivation, who would win or lose would still be uncertain!"

With a furious strike against the rock beside him, shattering it, Zong Yue gritted his teeth, suppressing the intense pain from his wounds, slowly supported himself to stand up.

Facing Qiu Taoguang's cold gaze, he straightened his back, his ashen face regaining a steadfast look.

Noticing Zong Yue's actions, Qiu Taoguang raised an eyebrow, eying him with malicious intent, then coldly sneered, saying in a murmured tone: