The Crimson Wing Demon King was one of the Four Great Demon Kings of the Underworld! His battle record was extensive! Under his command, countless venerables from the Orthodox Immortal Sects had perished. For an ordinary venerable, the mere mention of this figure was enough to make them feel as if they had seen a ghost. While this Demon King ranked not first among the Four Great Underworld Demon Kings, he had killed the most cultivators. In the cultivation world, the Five Great Immortal Sects had repeatedly joined forces to encircle and annihilate this Demon King. But this Demon King’s speed was too great; he moved and retreated at will, making containment impossible. Every attempt failed to kill him, and in turn, many elders and disciples were retaliated against and killed by this speed-unrivaled Demon King. Eventually, the Immortal Sects dared not launch further encirclements, knowing they could not trap him, and fearing the inevitable retribution.

Before his death, Li Yuanbai dared not even mention the Crimson Wing Demon King, terrified that Lu Yuan would seek revenge. If Lu Yuan sought revenge, Li Yuanbai was certain his disciple would meet a terrible, unmarked grave. Li Yuanbai had never conceived that his disciple could grow strong enough to confront the Crimson Wing Demon King.

Even when Lu Yuan became strong enough to kill Elder Bat, he was still warned to be extremely cautious, lest he too be slain by that Demon King.

This Demon King’s fearsome name echoed across the lands. Where his demonic wind touched, no one dared to remain unafraid. And now, such a demon king, godlike in power and demonic in nature, was actually afraid of Lu Yuan.

If anyone could know the inner thoughts of the Crimson Wing Demon King at this moment, they likely would never believe it. But the Crimson Wing Demon King was indeed terrified now. He had encountered those stronger than himself before—individuals who, without moving an inch, had easily batted him away time and again—but a being like Lu Yuan, he had never encountered. He was unaware that this was a technique specifically developed by Dongfang Yao, who specialized in mastering speed, to counter speed-based martial artists.

The Crimson Wing Demon King’s courage utterly failed him. He had lost the will to fight Lu Yuan. Then, with a sharp pa, Lu Yuan snatched him up once more and slammed him heavily onto the ground, worsening his injuries.

“Two moves left…” Lu Yuan stated lightly.

The Crimson Wing Demon King absolutely refused to fight again. He immediately activated the Nine Changes of Floating, focusing on the Float aspect—becoming a minute aquatic organism, almost invisible to the naked eye. This Nine Changes of Floating was the true ultimate secret art of the Sky Bat Clan; once activated, the body rapidly shrank, and its speed could increase even further.

Since deploying the Nine Changes of Floating, the Crimson Wing Demon King had survived every perilous situation. Back when the Five Great Immortal Sects jointly besieged him and set up the Two Polar Micro-Dust Life-Death Array, he had escaped solely thanks to this peerless skill. Though terror-stricken, the Crimson Wing Demon King still held absolute confidence in his ability to flee.

However, almost immediately, the Crimson Wing Demon King was violently thrown down again.

The colossal hand of the Water Sovereign had seized him.

Impossible! The Crimson Wing Demon King could not believe it. He had used the Nine Changes of Floating, yet Lu Yuan had pulled him back with a massive, mana-infused hand!

This! This! This! This! This! This! This! Inconceivable!

“Die!” Lu Yuan roared the single word.

The massive syllable ‘Die,’ carried the Water Sovereign Force from the Water Sovereign Hand, surging into the Crimson Wing Demon King’s body. In an instant, this Demon King, one of the Four Great Ones whom the Five Immortal Sects had found utterly helpless against, was violently torn into two halves. Every single spark of life within him was extinguished, rendering any possibility of rebirth impossible.

“So, he could only last four moves…” Lu Yuan snapped his hand in the void, drawing the Crimson Wing Demon King’s Force of Balance into his own palm.

Awe!

Whether it was the contingent from Mount Hua or the members of the Heaven-Aiding League, all were utterly stunned into silence.

Facing the Crimson Wing Demon King, who was famed for his speed—hailed as the fastest in Jin State—Lu Yuan hadn't shifted his feet once and had ended him. This was unbelievable. If the Demon King’s fame had been exaggerated, it might be understandable, but the Demon King had employed the Eight-Winged Movement Technique, the Spirit Bat Movement Technique, and the Nine Changes of Floating; his speed was arguably even greater than legend suggested.

Yet, even with such incredible velocity, he was dispatched without Lu Yuan moving an inch. It was absolutely terrifying!

In truth, the reason Lu Yuan remained stationary was due to the Spider Web Great Art left by Dongfang Yao—the practitioner becomes like a spider, relying on a surrounding net so movement is unnecessary. The reason Lu Yuan dared boast about defeating the Crimson Wing Demon King in five moves was also calculated: After clashing with the Demon King, Lu Yuan discerned that although the Crimson Wing Demon King was at the fifth stage of the Great Dao Realm, perhaps due to rare natural talent, his prowess in speed far outstripped his cultivation in magical power. The Demon King’s actual magical power was only equivalent to the fourth stage of the Great Dao Realm, which is why Lu Yuan dared to speak so boldly.

Lu Yuan held up two fingers without speaking.

But even without words, the spectators—from both the Heaven-Aiding League and Mount Hua—understood the meaning behind the two fingers Lu Yuan displayed.

At the outset, Lu Yuan had declared he would take on the many experts of the Heaven-Aiding League alone. Back then, everyone thought Lu Yuan was insane. Now, Lu Yuan was demonstrating with facts that this was the second one.

“Mount Hua will not fall,” Lu Yuan commanded again.

Lu Yuan’s gaze swept over the assembly: Fang Xie, who forced his way through obstacles with his sword; Jing Huanzhen, who sought the Dao by killing his wife; the Ice-Capped, Ten-Thousand-Mile Purple Qilin Demon King; Li Suanding, who calculated destiny; the heartless Elder Tianchou; and the Array Master Zhang Xuxuan. Next were the One Sword of the South Sea, Qiao Feidu—these were the top few. Beneath them were figures like the Blood Sword Ancestor, the Star Constellation Old Immortal, the Blazing Fire Demon Marquis, and the Sharp Wood Demon Marquis.

“So, who is next?” Lu Yuan was openly provoking, his challenge brimming with arrogance.

“Qingfeng, oh Qingfeng, which of you can withstand a few more moves under your blade?” Lu Yuan flicked his sword, musing to himself. This attitude was beyond mere arrogance.

At this moment, the massive army of the Heaven-Aiding League was enraged.

The main body of the Heaven-Aiding League army consisted of demons. Many of these demons were former subordinates of Ren Du. When news of Ren Du’s death spread, these subordinates were arranged to leave Jin State, establishing formidable reputations in neighboring nations like Great Ye and Great Yue. These were all proud, battle-hardened veterans.

When these veterans were recalled by Ren Du, they caused an immense stir in Jin State. They routed Qingcheng, severely wounded Kunlun, captured Wudang, and suppressed the South Sea forces until they dared not surface. Jin State was fundamentally swept clean. What was defeat? These proud warriors did not understand the concept. The five superior Immortal Sects of Jin State were nothing more than that. Wherever they went, they crushed everything in their path; they had no equals. Qingcheng, Kunlun, Mount Hua, Wudang, the South Sea—all were flattened, one by one.

“Kill him…” “Kill this junior…” “A fellow who hasn't even lived fifty years dares to be so arrogant…” “Die, die, die…” “I will tear him into fragments.” “We will slaughter everyone on Mount Hua to show them the fate of resistance!” These demons roared. They were an army that had never known defeat; they were the masters of Jin State, and the five superior Immortal Sects were merely decadent nobility, slated for annihilation now. Countless demons shouted their threats. When these cries merged, they formed wave after wave of sound that swept toward the battlefield.

“We are the invincible demons of the world…” “We are wandering fiends, bloodthirsty devils…” “Once we reclaim our place, once we return to Jin State, we shall slaughter everywhere.” “Once we return, we will flatten the Five Great Immortal Sects of Jin State.” “Mount Hua, Wudang, Kunlun, Qingcheng, South Sea—we will slaughter them all one by one.” “Now is the time to crush Jin State,” the demons roared in unison. These voices were far more organized than the earlier shouts. When Ren Du knew he had to fake his death, he was reluctant to abandon key old subordinates. He sent these individuals to other nations like Great Yue and Great Ye, fearing that if they stayed too long in foreign lands, they might lose their courage and sever their old ties. Therefore, before they departed, Ren Du gathered his old subordinates at a secret stronghold. The words they chanted now were Ren Du’s impassioned speech and declaration from that time, which Ren Du had roared alongside his troops. Upon returning to Jin State, these subordinates roared the oath once more. Every time they chanted these ancestral oaths, their morale soared to its absolute zenith, making them seem unbeatable. A force possessing Tenth Level combat power could ascend to Twelfth Level combat power after such a unified roar.

These demons roared violently. Countless surging waves of demonic thought condensed in the void amidst their cries—a belief of immense magnitude. Even though they had been exiled to foreign lands for over eight hundred years, this conviction had not faded in the slightest; rather, it had grown even grander. The Faith of Demons!

Lu Yuan’s powerful display ignited the demons’ formidable fighting spirit, generating intense demonic thoughts.

Amidst the surging roar of ten thousand demons and a thousand fiends, even though separated by the defensive formation, the elders and disciples of Mount Hua turned pale. Their own convictions wavered precariously under the weight of such immense demonic thought—how concentrated, how firm, how unwavering this demonic faith was! Such a wave of conviction could cause an ascetic monk to fall into worldly affairs, or tear apart anything in its path. The Mount Hua elders, who usually considered their Dao hearts unshakable, now discovered they could not withstand such a massive, condensed, and unyielding demonic thought. They swayed precariously, and many disciples with weaker cultivation actually collapsed to the ground. The mere aura and influence of the demonic thought had reached such a terrifying degree.

“Hahahaha!” A grand laughter seemed to pierce the heavens, surging toward the demonic thought condensed in the void.

Who laughed? Who dared to laugh? The one laughing stood before the breach in the formation, clad in azure robes, a single sword in hand—a lone figure daring to stand against a million troops!

“Truly exhilarating! To shatter such a spirit, to crush such a demonic path—it brings me immense joy,” Lu Yuan’s voice boomed mightily. His single voice somehow suppressed the collective demonic roar of the thousands of fiends outside Mount Hua. For a moment, it seemed as if only Lu Yuan’s voice existed between heaven and earth.

Lu Yuan stood alone, resembling a heavenly god!

The people of Mount Hua had always believed Lu Yuan lacked true authority. Only now did they realize that the Mount Hua Sect Leader was finally displaying what true majesty meant. Sect Master. Supreme. Leader of the Immortal Sect! Awe-inspiring, arrogant, and powerful!

In that instant, everyone on Mount Hua felt an impulse to prostrate themselves in worship before Lu Yuan.