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“Who dares to break into the Immortal-extermination Formation of our Heavenly Demon Temple?”

A majestic and suffocating Demon Aura streaked as fast as lightning from the front. The figure of a rhinoceros-like Great Demon loomed indistinctly. His voice was like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.

It was a Great Demon at the Demon Royal Realm!

Qian Feixing and the others were shocked. Their first reaction was to wonder if this teal-robed young man could withstand this powerful Demon Royal in the demon formation...

The next moment—

Swoosh!

A bright sword brilliance tore through the void.

“Ah...” The Demon Aura dissipated, and the Rhinoceros Demon Royal’s body shattered like a watermelon pounded by a siege hammer. It exploded in the air. A faint black spirit burst out of the shattered body, screaming as it fled.

It was the Rhinoceros Demon Royal’s divine soul.

With a single strike, the Rhinoceros Demon Royal’s physical body had been shattered. The opponent’s strength caused his divine soul to let out a desperate scream as it fled frantically away. It ran as fast as lightning, so fast that it exceeded the range of vision of Qian Feixing and the others to catch up with it.

But there was another white stream of light that was faster than its spirit.

The white light soared up from Ding Hao’s fingers and caught up with the pale black Rhinoceros Demon Royal’s divine soul in a split second, mercilessly swallowing it.

It was a cat.

It was a fat white cat with wings. It looked dull and adorable, but its big black onyx-like eyes showed cunning malice.

The moment he saw the cat, recognition flashed across Qian Feixing’s mind, and it went blank momentarily.

He finally knew who this teal-robed young man by his side was.

It was him!

The god who changed the fate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect!

He was the legend, the peak of the martial arts world of Snow Province, the greatest martial arts genius, and the most dazzling star in the Human Clan history of Snow Province.

The Saber and Sword Addict!

The man who inaugurated the last three glorious years of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect!

Ding Hao.

Qian Feixing’s body trembled violently because of the uncontrollable excitement.

Three years had passed. Was this legend who had disappeared for so many years finally back?

An indescribable excitement and awe instantly pervaded his whole body.

As for the legendary deeds of the Saber and Sword Addict, Qian Feixing and his martial brothers had heard them countless times since they entered the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Each time, their blood would surge with excitement. He never dreamed that he would be so close to this legend one day, standing beside him.

Yes, other than him, who else could unleash the power of the Taixuan Sword-seeking Scripture to such a horrible degree?

Other than him, who else could be so noble and handsome, as gentle as jade?

Other than him, who else would be accompanied by a white cat with wings? The cat looked adorable but was so powerful that it must not be provoked.

Other than him, who else that was so powerful could get lost in the wilderness?

Qian Feixing clearly remembered each time his seniors in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect told them enthusiastically about this sect legend, they would always laugh and point out the legend’s biggest weakness—that he was a road idiot.

They said that this legend who was almost perfect in every way had an extremely horrible sense of direction. He often went on adventures and became lost.

This odd weakness that should not be found in a martial arts genius made the Saber and Sword Addict even more human, endearing him to the disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

Besides Qian Feixing, several other disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had also guessed Ding Hao’s identity the moment they saw the fat white cat.

The young disciples were all trembling with excitement.

In particular, the eyes of the female disciples were glowing madly with adoration.

They bit their tongues and did not allow themselves to make a sound, lest they disturbed Ding Hao in his fight against the enemy. For a long time, their awe and reverence of this sect’s legend made them lose the courage to speak.

Ding Hao forced his way into the Demonic Pattern Formation.

Along the way, several Great Demons at the Demon Royal Realm appeared to stop him, but they were all killed by Ding Hao. Their divine souls did not escape, falling into the mouth of the Demon King, Evil Moon.

Ever since Ding Hao escaped from the Towering Buddha Pagoda, he had never relaxed his strength cultivation on his journey north. He was now at the dual meridian, nine-apertured Martial King Realm. He was only one step away from the Martial Emperor Realm.

With his current Qi level, the Sword Intent he displayed was almost invincible.

Even though the demon formation in front of him was the extremely brilliant Demonic Pattern Formation, it could not stop him from moving forward.

In the blink of an eye, the Sword-cleansing Pond just before the gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was already in sight.

“You Demons from the Heavenly Demon Temple have gone too far.”

Wang Juefeng grasped the sword in his hand.

Beside the Sword-cleansing Pond, hundreds of experts of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect stood in neat rows.

In front of them were thousands of Demon experts, surrounding a Demon youth in his 20s. The youth’s face was fair and flawless, and every part of his facial features was absolutely perfect. But for some reason, when these exquisite features were put together, they gave one a bizarre feeling that they were certainly not perfect.

The Demon youth reclined lazily on a strange chair.

This chair was not made of metal or wood but of 19 extremely beautiful Demon Clan women in different postures. These Demon beauties were all stark naked, arching their private parts. They wore smiles on their faces as they formed a chair.

The Demon youth was lying lazily on it.

His butt was pressed against the soft, fair, and full breasts of two Demon girls. His head leaned against the large breasts of another Demon girl. His hands were also groping her soft and tender nipples.

These beautiful women of the Demon Clan who had formed the chair were only 17 to 18 years old. They were extremely beautiful, all-powerful experts at the Demon King Realm. But they did not dare to tremble. With smiles on their faces, they maintained a fixed posture all this time. All 19 worked together to support the Demon youth with the loveliest parts of their bodies.

The surrounding thousands of Demon experts, from Demon Kings to Demon Emperors, were at different levels. However, none of them dared to steal a glance at these 19 beautiful women.

“Gone too far?” The Demon youth’s lips curled into a smile and he said lazily, “I just want you to die happily and let us enter through your sect gate. Is my generous request too much? What about those female disciples from the other sects that I ravished and slew after breaking through their sect gates? I even sucked their blood dry. Have I gone too far in those instances too?”

On the other side.

“Pervert.” Wang Juefeng snorted.

“Many people know that I’m a little abnormal, but you’re the first who dares to call me a pervert right in front of me.” The Demon youth moved his body slightly, shifting to a more comfortable position on the chair made up of nude women. He smiled. “In order to reward your courage, I will make you eat the heart of the most beautiful female disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, once I break into your sect.”

“Bah, bastard, do you really think that you can bully our Swordsmanship-seeking Sect?” Wang Juefeng sneered. “Come and fight! Grandpa will teach you manners.”

“Haha, what an arrogant and confident verm!” A glint flashed in the eyes of the Demon youth. He waved his hand casually and asked, “Who’s going to catch this idiot for me? Don’t kill him first.”

“Your Highness, I’m willing to.”

Beside him, a Pangolin Great Demon at the Demon Royal Realm rushed out to take action.

“Hehe, then I’ll kill you first.” Wang Juefeng laughed. Holding a long sword in his hand, he was about to fight. Since he had spoken so boldly, a fight was inevitable. It was better for him to fight without inhibitions so that the whole world would know how much power the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had accumulated and consolidated in the past three years.

“Teacher-in-charge, let me fight him.”

Zhang Fan, who had been silent all this while, took a step forward and said in a whisper.

“Lad, get to one side. I’m not too old to wield my sword. There will be an opponent for you later.” Wang Juefeng was not polite to this former disciple of the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts, even if Zhang Fan was now the top expert of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

Zhang Fan was silent for a moment and then stepped back.

“Poor Human, you have infuriated our Prince Lan. I feel sorry for you,” said the Pangolin Demon Royal with a grim smile as he approached.

Wang Juefeng looked at the Demon Royal who was slowly approaching and also grinned. The white teeth above his beard gleamed like sharp knives. He dragged his long sword up with an unparalleled aura, guffawing. “It’s time for you to know how powerful our Swordsmanship-seeking Sect is!”

Before his voice died away, he had dragged the long sword upward and his body suddenly turned into a stream of light.

On the opposite side, the Demon Royal’s pupils contracted. He instinctively felt danger coming. Immediately, his demonic power burst out, and pale-yellow bone plates emerged out of his skin, covering his body like a layer of golden armor.

These were the real bone plates of a pangolin. Even an ordinary pangolin could rely on its natural bone armor to crush mountain gravel. By the time he reached the Demon Royal Realm, this natural armor was almost indestructible. Even if he was hit by some precious weapon, it would leave no marks on his armor.

Relying on this natural bone armor, he had outfought and outlasted countless opponents whose cultivation realms were higher than his, causing their eventual deaths.

He was hence very confident.

But—

“Rip!”

The sound of something being ripped could be heard. A strange, icy feeling he had never experienced before moved up from his waist and abdomen. The Pangolin Demon Royal then felt slight exhaustion, making him a little stunned.

He instinctively looked down.

“Ah...” He let out a desperate and unconscious howl, resembling the roar of a trapped beast at the point of its death. He was horrified to see his renowned natural armor unable to withstand the pale-yellow stone sword in his opponent’s hand. It had been severed into two at the waist.

Dark brownish blood spurted out from his waist.

“How is this possible?” The Demon Royal felt power gushing out of his body like an undammed flood. He couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t even release his divine soul. The desperate shadow of death enveloped him.

“How is it impossible? I did say that I would kill you.”