In the sky, rolling demonic qi swept in like a tsunami, howling as it arrived, like dark clouds pressing down overhead, causing Mo Fan to slightly frown.
He sensed an extremely terrifying ancestral realm aura.
Although the newcomer had ill intent, with White Lu Demon Ancestor and Purple Lan Demon Ancestor present, Mo Fan had no intention of forcing himself to the front.
Sure enough, White Lu Demon Ancestor was the first to release the powerful aura unique to the mid ancestral realm.
“I wonder which demon brother is passing by this place. Please restrain your pressure and do not startle the holy son of my mountain.”
White Lu Demon Ancestor spoke calmly, yet his voice boomed like thunder across the entire sky, even dispersing much of the demonic clouds that had gathered.
“Hahahaha. This ancestor is merely passing by. Sensing that fellow daoist’s cultivation is quite formidable, I wished to spar with you.”
The demonic clouds surged forward again. The clouds that had just been dispersed were instantly replenished, and hearty laughter echoed from within, though no figure could be seen.
White Lu frowned slightly, displeasure flashing across his face, as he said in a deep voice, “I am afraid I must disappoint you. By order of Fire Phoenix Saint King, this old man is escorting the holy son of Fengming Mountain to Moonwatch Valley to present congratulations to Heavenly Wolf Saint King. I do not have time to spar with you. Please forgive me.”
Hearing White Lu Ancestor’s words, Mo Fan could not help but praise him inwardly.
“As expected of an old fox. He is using the name of Fire Phoenix Saint King to suppress the other party. As long as the other side is not foolish, they should not risk offending a Saint King.”
From the aggressive arrival alone, Mo Fan could tell that this fellow harboured deep hostility towards them.
“Forgiveness can be discussed later.”
“At this moment, this ancestor’s hands are itching. Since fellow daoist is unwilling to accompany me, then this ancestor will have to offend you.”
The demon ancestor in the sky did not retreat. Instead, he decisively made his move.
In an instant, demonic clouds churned as an enormous black staff shadow lashed down fiercely from within the clouds.
With a thunderous roar, as the black staff shadow struck down, deafening explosions resounded throughout the sky, as if even the air itself were detonating.
At this moment, the powerful aura unique to a demon ancestor erupted without concealment.
At the same time, a visible ripple appeared in the air, instantly covering the entire region of sky and spreading towards Mo Fan and the others, seemingly intending to envelop all the demons within.
“How dare you!”
White Lu Ancestor finally stopped holding back. With a raised hand, countless white feathers flew forth.
As the white feathers danced, a violent tornado formed, carrying the feathers as it grew larger and larger, surging straight into the sky like a true dragon drawing water.
“No matter which demon mountain you rule, daring to attack the holy son of my Fengming Mountain means this grudge is already formed.”
White Lu Ancestor snorted coldly as a storm force erupted from within him and swept out in all directions.
The power of wind?
Mo Fan’s eyes flashed. This was the first time he had seen White Lu Ancestor display his ancestral realm domain.
Clearly, the earlier move by the opponent had also involved an unknown domain, which was why White Lu Ancestor countered with his own domain.
The wind domain expanded far faster than Mo Fan had expected, colliding almost instantly with the opposing demon ancestor’s domain in the sky.
A world shaking explosion rang out. The sound was deafening as visible shockwaves rippled outward in expanding circles.
At the same time, the massive tornado formed from countless white feathers collided with the descending black staff shadow, the rumbling sounds continuing without end.
However, at this moment, a gigantic black claw descended from the sky, instantly tearing apart White Lu Ancestor’s ancestral realm domain.
“What audacity.”
“This ancestor wants to see who you really are.”
Seeing that the opponent not only showed no restraint but escalated further, White Lu’s expression darkened. He took a step forward and vanished from where he stood.
When he appeared again, he was already beneath the giant claw. With a raised hand, a white arc shot into the sky.
A sharp whistling sound rang out as the white arc tore through the air, leaving rings of afterimages behind as it almost instantly pierced the giant claw.
Yet at the moment it was struck, the claw dispersed like a mirage, vanishing as if it had never existed.
“An illusion?”
White Lu raised an eyebrow slightly. Then white feathers burst forth around his body as he rode the white arc straight into the demonic clouds above.
But upon entering the clouds, he discovered that the opponent had already departed.
In the next instant, vast divine sense erupted as White Lu scanned the surrounding天地, his pupils soon contracting sharply.
“A feint to attack elsewhere.”
“So that’s it.”
Understanding dawned, followed by immense fury. This meant he had been played.
The opponent’s target had never been him.
At this moment, on a mountain peak, Mo Fan’s hair stood on end as a great sense of terror surged in his heart.
“This is bad.”
His heart shook violently as he realised he had been locked onto.
However, long standing combat pressure had already trained him to respond instantly, so he activated the Nether Ghost Body at once.
At that very moment, a pitch black claw pierced straight through Mo Fan’s body, emerging from his chest.
This sudden scene stunned all the great demons present.
They had been standing together with Mo Fan, yet at such close range, he was assassinated by a great demon. This left everyone both shocked and fearful.
“Mo Fan.”
Beside him, Yun Rou cried out in alarm, calling his true name in her panic.
“Great King.”
“Father.”
Hei Yi, Yingying Monster, and the other five demon kings were equally shocked. They immediately unleashed their divine abilities, bombarding the suddenly appearing great demon.
“Heh, too late.”
“With this ancestor personally carrying out the assassination, even an early ancestral realm expert would struggle to survive.”
“Let alone this damned toad. Hmm?”
Behind Mo Fan, a man clad entirely in pitch black sneered, convinced of a guaranteed kill, yet his expression soon changed dramatically.
Because he could no longer sense the opponent’s physical body.
How was this possible?
His pupils shrank violently as he stared at the figure his claw had pierced, only to see the other party smiling at him with open mockery.
“So your target was me.”
Mo Fan grinned ferociously and opened his mouth, releasing an invisible sonic shockwave.
Divine ability, Soul Seizing Sound Wave.
At such close range, the man took the brunt of it, though he merely frowned slightly.
Seeing this, Mo Fan opened his mouth again, spewing endless emerald ghostly flames.
Divine ability, Nether Ghost Flame.
In an instant, the ghostly flames enveloped the man’s entire body. Mo Fan seized the opportunity to break free from his attack range, and as the opponent let out a muffled groan, Mo Fan opened his mouth once more and spat out a bolt of lightning.
Demon ancestor holy weapon, Thunder Shock.
“Die.”
Mo Fan roared, gripping the Thunder Shock divine spear and thrusting it fiercely towards the man’s brow.
At this moment, however, space around the opponent began to tremble, as if he were about to vanish from the spot.
Mo Fan’s gaze sharpened, and he let out a low shout, “White Frost.”
The opponent had sought to kill him. Whoever the opponent was, Mo Fan wanted to slay him here and now.
And this was the best chance.
In truth, without Mo Fan needing to speak, White Frost had already reacted, immediately activating the Lesser Void Talisman.
The talisman radiated light as the surrounding void rippled visibly.
“What?”
The man cried out in alarm, his expression turning extremely grim.
The power of space had been disrupted. His teleportation failed.
“Old thing, die.”
Mo Fan’s furious roar echoed as the Thunder Shock in his hand stabbed straight into the man’s brow.
