Since you dare to come, then die!

Middle Region, Southeast Sector, somewhere in the Demon Domain Battlefield.

The sky displayed an oppressive dark red, as if soaked in endless blood.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur and the scent of decay.

Devilish Qi, like a heavy smog, shrouded this land.

And on this land, at this moment, an extremely arrogant black streak of light was unscrupulously cutting through the sky.

It was precisely one of the Demon Race Heavenly Prides who had descended this time—Mo Luo!

"This is the Human Race? These are their Prodigies?"

"They don't have a single bit of decent resistance! They can't even let me enjoy myself."

"Truly trash!"

Mo Luo hovered above a Human Race outpost he had just annihilated.

Looking at the burning ruins and the corpses strewn across the ground below, a disdainful cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Too weak!"

"Simply couldn't withstand a single blow!"

Just now, following the information passed by his scouts...

...he had found two temporary bases established by True Disciples from Human Race Supreme Aristocratic Families in succession.

And the result?

He didn't even need to use his full strength.

With just a few charges, those two so-called "Human Race Prodigies" had their heads easily plucked by him.

Along with the Formations they had established and the Cultivators they protected...

...all of them became blood food for the demon army.

"The Human Race... as expected, is a low-level race that only relies on numbers."

Mo Luo shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment.

"Looking at it this way, that person from the Netherworld Sect earlier actually had a bit of strength."

"I really hope that next, I can encounter a slightly stronger opponent, even if they can block ten of my moves."

Just then.

A demon scout flapped the fleshy wings on his back and quickly arrived before Mo Luo, kneeling on one knee.

He spoke respectfully:

"Reporting—! Lord Mo Luo!"

"A third Human Race base has been discovered three thousand miles ahead!"

"According to our investigation, it's a city named 'Flowing Cloud City.' Not only have they repaired the Formation, but they've even purified a large area of the surrounding Devilish Qi!"

"It seems to be the work of a Prodigy from a top Human Race power! This is the gathered intelligence!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Mo Luo's eyebrows twitched slightly.

A hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

"Purified the Devilish Qi?"

"It seems the humans in this outpost have some tricks up their sleeves."

He took the intelligence, scanned it with his Divine Sense, and then his mouth split open, revealing a mouthful of forest-white fangs:

"Ye Qing?"

"A True Disciple of Jixia Sacred Academy?"

"Heh, interesting."

"I've heard that Jixia Sacred Academy is also one of the top Human Race powers. I hope he's a bit stronger than that trash from the Netherworld Sect."

"Pass the order!"

Mo Luo waved his hand, his demonic power surging:

"The army attacks!"

"Target—Flowing Cloud City!"

"I will personally go meet this Ye Qing and see if he can let me enjoy myself!"

"Yes!!!"

Behind him, several thousand hideous-looking Demon Soldiers roared in unison.

The sound waves shattered the clouds.

Led by Mo Luo, they all soared into the sky.

Their target was pointed straight at Flowing Cloud City... Flowing Cloud City.

At this time, Flowing Cloud City had long since transformed under the day-and-night nourishment of Mu Mu's World Tree aura.

The city was full of greenery and abundant Spiritual Qi.

It formed a sharp contrast with the pitch-black, deathly silent demon domain outside, like an oasis of hope in a desert.

However.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the city was not relaxed.

"Reporting—!"

An Academy Disciple responsible for guarding the perimeter rushed into the city in a hurry, bringing news:

"The demon army is coming!"

"The leader is the demon powerhouse who has destroyed two more bases in the past two days and is said to have already killed more than ten Human Race Prodigies, killing top-tier True Disciples like slaughtering chickens—Mo Luo!"

"He is leading thousands of Demon Soldiers straight toward our Flowing Cloud City!"

As soon as the news came out, there was a commotion in the city.

The surviving Cultivators who had been saved by Ye Qing and temporarily settled in the city turned pale.

Their eyes revealed an unconcealable fear.

Mo Luo's fierce reputation had already spread throughout this area over the past two days.

And the rumors were each more terrifying than the last!

Some said killing a top-tier True Disciple was as easy as blowing out a breath, and that he ate one top-tier True Disciple every day, treating them like meals!

According to the rumors, this was a powerful demon who killed without blinking and took pleasure in torturing and killing Prodigies!

Even the elite Cultivators of the Academy...

...after hearing these rumors, couldn't help but feel some tension and worry in their hearts.

On the city walls.

Several Inner Sect Disciples of the Academy gathered together, discussing in low voices:

"This Mo Luo... I'm afraid he won't be easy to deal with."

"I heard that True Disciple from the Netherworld Sect, with a Void Return Realm cultivation and a natal Treasure Artifact refined from an imitation Dao Artifact, didn't even have a chance to escape before Mo Luo and was directly blasted into pieces!"

"Not just the Netherworld Sect, it seems many Prodigies from top-tier powers have died at his hands!"

"Yeah, the combat power of these Demon Race Heavenly Prides seems to be far stronger than the ordinary Prodigies of our Middle Region!"

"Invincible among peers... these four words don't seem like empty talk when applied to the Demon Race."

Someone looked toward the City Lord's Manor with a worried expression:

"Although True Disciple Ye's battle record is glorious and he has even wiped out Supreme Aristocratic Families, that was against the Human Race."

"Now, facing such a brutal Demon Race Heavenly Pride..."

"If True Disciple Ye can't win, won't our Flowing Cloud City... also follow in the footsteps of the other human outposts?"

For a moment, the emotion of fear spread through the crowd.

After all, the battle records in the rumors were truly terrifying.

However.

Just then, another group of Academy Cultivators nearby snorted coldly.

They spoke:

"What are you all talking about?!"

The speaker was a Cultivator holding a long sword.

His gaze was firm as he looked at everyone and said in a deep voice:

"Put your hearts back in your chests!"

"Don't think too much!"

"Is True Disciple Ye's strength something you can even imagine?"

"What Mo Luo or Mo Dog, in front of True Disciple Ye, it's just a matter of a single sword strike!"

"Besides..."

This Disciple took a deep breath, gripped the Dharma Sword in his hand, and a flash of determination crossed his eyes:

"If even True Disciple Ye cannot defeat the opponent..."

"Then what use is our worry?"

"All we can do is believe in our True Disciple!"

"And then..."

"Fight to the death!"

"Even if we die, we must bite off a piece of the Demon Race's flesh!"

As soon as these words were spoken...

...everyone's emotions stabilized slightly.

Yes.

Since they were already on the battlefield, there was no way back.

Only a fight to the death!

...Just as everyone was waiting in full battle array.

"Rumble—!"

On the horizon, rolling Devilish Qi swept in like a tsunami.

Black clouds bore down on the city, threatening to crush it!

Mo Luo, leading thousands of Demon Soldiers and riding on black demonic clouds, indeed descended upon the sky far from Flowing Cloud City.

He looked down from a high vantage point at the city below that radiated the aura of life, his eyes cruel.

"This is Flowing Cloud City?"

"It's been made to look quite decent."

"However, it ends here!"

Mo Luo sneered, took a step forward, and hovered outside the city's Formation light barrier.

Then, he sank his Qi into his Dantian, his voice exploding like thunder, rolling through the entire city:

"Listen up, humans inside!"

"I am the Demon Realm Prodigy—Mo Luo!"

"Tell that Ye Qing... to crawl out and accept his death!"

"If you obediently come out and kneel to beg for mercy, I might show great mercy and leave you an intact corpse! Or perhaps even spare a few lives!"

"Otherwise..."

"When the city falls, not even a chicken or dog will be left alive!!!"

Arrogant!

Presumptuous!

Overbearing!

Mo Luo didn't take Flowing Cloud City seriously at all. At this moment, his voice was laced with a Divine Soul impact.

It shook many low-cultivation Cultivators in the city, making their faces turn pale and their blood surge... However.

Facing Mo Luo's provocation.

Inside the Flowing Cloud City Lord's Manor, there was a deathly silence.

There was no response.

Nor did anyone come out.

Because at this moment, Ye Qing was cultivating and didn't want to be interrupted for the time being, nor did he care to waste words.

As for Mo Luo?

Ye Qing glanced over, then closed his eyes, raised his hand, and joined his fingers into a sword.

He swung it casually.

Seeing no movement in the city.

"Hmm?"

Mo Luo's brow furrowed.

What was the meaning of this?

"Playing dead?"

"Good! Very good!"

"But it's useless even if you don't come out and hide; I'll just fight my way in and drag you out!"

Then, with a savage grin, he raised his hand, and a terrifying ball of dark red demonic light gathered in his palm, about to blast down toward the city's defensive Formation.

But.

At this very instant.

"Qiang—!"

A crisp and pleasant, yet seemingly from the Nine Nether Purgatory, sword chime...

...sounded across the world without any warning.

Immediately following.

A sword light streaked across the sky from the direction of the City Lord's Manor.

Shua!

This sword was fast to the extreme, appearing as a cyan sword light like a sliver of the clear sky, sweeping across!

Moreover, as soon as it appeared, it seemed to instantly cross the distance of space.

In a flash, it appeared right in front of Mo Luo!

... "What?!"

Mo Luo, who was about to strike, saw his pupils suddenly contract to the size of needlepoints!

In this moment.

All the hairs on his body stood on end!

He felt an unprecedented, extremely intense sense of mortal danger instantly envelop him!

"This sword strike..."

"Terrifying! Utterly terrifying!"

Mo Luo's expression was horrified, and his heart pounded wildly.

As a Demon Race Heavenly Pride, his intuition was extremely sharp.

He could clearly feel that the power contained within this sword strike was simply not something he could contend with!

It was a total crushing!

A feeling like a dimensional strike!

Is this truly a True Disciple of a top power? Why was he...

...on a completely different level from that True Disciple of the Netherworld Sect earlier???

"Dodge! I must dodge!"

Mo Luo couldn't help but roar, the Devilish Qi in his body burning frantically.

He wanted to use an escape technique to avoid this sword strike.

But he discovered in horror... he couldn't move!

That sword strike seemed to contain some kind of locking and suppressing power; no matter how he surged his strength, he couldn't move his body at all!

He could only face this sword strike!

"Damn it!!!"

Since there was no way to avoid it.

Mo Luo could only roar in despair, then gather all the power in his body in front of him, his face distorted as he tried to resist.

Just one sword strike.

It's just one sword strike! Perhaps it's not that scary!

If I give it my all, I should be able to block it and keep my life, right?

"Heavenly Demon Overlord Body! Open! Block it for me!!!"

However.

All of it was in vain.

"Boom!!!"

The sword light swept past.

It was like a hot knife through butter, or a giant hammer crushing an egg.

Mo Luo's proud demonic body, that supposedly indestructible protective demonic light... in front of this sword strike...

...was like paper!

It instantly crumbled!

"Bang!"

A dull thud sounded.

This Demon Race Heavenly Pride, who was just arrogantly shouting about slaughtering the city and was so overbearing...

...didn't even have time to let out a full scream.

His entire person... was directly blown apart in mid-air!

He turned into a brilliant and tragic mist of blood, dissipating into the world!

Demon Race Heavenly Pride Mo Luo?

He didn't even have the qualification to interrupt Ye Qing's cultivation; Ye Qing didn't even show his face.

One sword strike.

Instant kill!

...Silence.

A deathly silence.

Outside the city.

The Demon Soldiers, who were originally high-spirited and waving their weapons while shouting and cheering, were now like ducks that had been collectively grabbed by the neck.

Their voices stopped abruptly.

They maintained their original poses, each with their mouths wide open, their eyes nearly bulging out.

Just moments ago.

They were still privately placing bets and heatedly discussing:

"Hehe, guess how many rounds it will take for Lord Mo Luo to kill that human Prodigy this time?"

"I'd say thirty rounds at most! After all, he's from a top-tier power!"

"Tch! Who are you looking down on? In my opinion, if that human is sensible, he might last a bit longer; if not, he'll definitely die within ten rounds!"

"Hahaha! The Human Race is nothing much. I think five rounds is enough!"

However.

At this very moment.

Having witnessed this scene before them.

All the Demon Soldiers were dumbfounded.

The entire field was deathly silent, and stormy waves had already risen in the hearts of all the Demon Soldiers.

"This... this..."

"Am... am I seeing things?"

"Lord Mo Luo... just... died?!"

"One move?!"

"He didn't even see the other person's face... and was insta-killed by a single sword light?!"

Was this still that Lord Mo Luo who swept through everything and killed Human Race Prodigies like slaughtering dogs?

This script is wrong!

...Meanwhile.

Inside Flowing Cloud City.

On the city walls, Lin Xueer and Su Chan looked at each other, smiles appearing on their faces.

They weren't surprised at all.

When Mo Luo arrived, they hadn't even drawn their swords, just watched quietly.

They had long since had a nearly blind confidence in their Revered Master's strength.

A mere Demon Race Heavenly Pride!

He wasn't even worthy of carrying their Revered Master's shoes!

And the Academy Cultivators around them were all so shocked that their scalps felt numb.

Especially that small portion of people who had previously harbored doubts and worried that Ye Qing couldn't win.

Now they were even more ashamed, unable to bear looking at themselves.

"I'm so stupid, really."

"I actually worried that True Disciple Ye wouldn't be able to win?"

"How could he possibly lose..."

"This is completely a dimensional strike! It's like slaughtering chickens or dogs!"

"True Disciple Ye ended the battle without even showing his face. I finally understand that there are two kinds of Prodigies in this world: one is Ye Qing, and the other is everyone else!"

"There's no comparison! No comparison at all!"

Everyone's mind was shaken, and they were unable to speak for a long time.

That sense of security reached its peak at this moment!

"Everyone!"

Just then.

Lin Xueer's cold voice rang out over the city walls:

"The demon leader has been slain!"

"Those Demon Soldiers have already been scared out of their wits!"

"If we don't kill them now, when will we?!"

"What are you still standing there for?"

"Kill! Charge with me, slay the Demon Soldiers! Earn merit!"

Before her voice had even faded.

Lin Xueer and Su Chan's figures blurred, and they were the first to turn into two streaks of light, charging out of Flowing Cloud City!

They charged toward those Demon Soldiers who were still in a state of shock and daze!

Since you dared to come, then die!