266: Demon Lord, Leng Cangxuan

Black Dragon Emperor's imperial might was no more; he had once again fallen to the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

He looked at Mo Lingxiao, who stood proudly in the void, with venomous and disbelieving eyes, a wave of desolation rising in his heart.

His fate was sealed; he had failed to kill his opponent even after his ultimate sublimation, and the life force within his body was already beginning to ebb away. If it couldn't be replenished, his only path was death.

As expected, Netherworld Great Emperor and the others looked on with cold indifference, their eyes devoid of any emotion as they gazed at Black Dragon Emperor, though they did not make a move.

Instead, he said faintly to Mo Lingxiao, "Truly worthy of being the legendary Dao Seeker. Not only can you contend with an Emperor, but you also possess the ability to win."

He paused for a moment, a cold glint in his eyes, then continued, "But given your current state, how long can you last?"

Indeed, although Mo Lingxiao had defeated Black Dragon Emperor, his spiritual power was almost completely depleted, especially that last move, which had drained most of his spiritual power.

He was certainly unable to engage in high-intensity combat for a short period. Judging by the other party's words, could it be?

Sure enough, Thousand-Faced's face was extremely grim, but he still leaped into the Emperor Realm, clearly at the behest of Netherworld Great Emperor and the others.

Suddenly, the situation on the field became extremely unfavorable for Mo Lingxiao and the others. Forcing a battle would change nothing.

Yunxiao and the others exchanged glances, wanting to immediately notify Big Yellow Dog to come to their rescue.

But the next moment, a terrifying fluctuation came from the edge of the sky, even surpassing Mo Lingxiao in his prime.

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the source, only to see a demonic energy Run through the void, forming a dark staircase that seemed almost solid.

A majestic figure in a dark black robe walked out from the demonic energy. With each step, he traversed hundreds of millions of miles, and soon appeared before everyone's eyes.

Everyone looked closely; it was a young man with a purple-gold crown on his head and a dignified face. With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and distinct features, he resembled a high and mighty emperor.

He just stood there quietly, his majestic and domineering gaze sweeping over everyone, finally landing on Thousand-Faced.

A sense of unease filled the latter's heart. This sudden, unfamiliar powerhouse gave him a very bad premonition, much stronger than the one he felt from Mo Lingxiao.

His face, usually adorned with a false smile, now appeared extremely solemn as he spoke, "Who are you, sir, and what is your intention? I hope you will not interfere in our affairs!"

The young man, who resembled the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, raised his eyes slightly, scanned Thousand-Faced, and said with extreme arrogance, "Noisy. I came to kill you!"

His tone was icy and chilling, causing people to involuntarily feel fear.

This sudden change made Netherworld Great Emperor and the others frown. Emperor Ling said indifferently to the young man, "This fellow Daoist's tone is a bit too arrogant. Think twice before acting, lest you narrow your path!"

These words were full of threat, but Emperor Ling, as one of the masters of Chaos Eye, naturally would not allow himself to be provoked repeatedly.

Oh?

Upon hearing this, the young man looked at Emperor Ling, his eyes flashing brightly. He extended a finger and beckoned to the other party.

He said faintly, "Why don't you fight me? He is not my opponent!"

"You!"

Thousand-Faced trembled, a sense of humiliation welling up in his heart, and he roared coldly.

Emperor Ling, however, looked at the other party with a gloomy gaze for a few moments, but did not get angry. As one of the masters, he naturally would not personally take action, as this would have too great an impact on their plans and was not worth it.

Seeing that the other party remained silent, the young man shook his head slightly, no longer paying attention, and said to himself, "I am Demon Monarch Leng Cangxuan. Remember to chant my true name in reincarnation after death!"

With that, he unleashed terrifying demonic energy, shattering the endless void. His dark black robe flapped, and he reigned supreme, incomparably domineering.

That formidable aura made Thousand-Faced, who bore the brunt of it, jump in his heart. He even felt an urge to submit, but quickly dismissed this distracting thought and looked at the other party with extreme solemnity.

Mo Lingxiao looked at this powerhouse, who was even more arrogant than himself, and did not feel much apprehension in his heart.

Instead, he felt a strange sense of closeness, as if the other party had some connection to him.

Yunxiao and the others also looked puzzled. They did not know this suddenly appearing person. Could he be a hidden, peerless powerhouse who had come to help?

But no matter what, this was a good thing, as he was on their side.

"How dare you be so arrogant!"

Thousand-Faced no longer hesitated and made the first move, fearing that any further delay would affect his fighting spirit, which would be a grave mistake.

His figure vanished from his original spot, transforming into dozens of figures that surrounded him, each exuding the aura of an Emperor.

Seeing this, Huodou in the crowd called out, "Fellow Daoist, use area attacks against him, it will definitely be effective!"

As someone who had directly fought Thousand-Faced and broken the same technique, Huodou definitely had the right to speak, and immediately pointed out the flaw.

Thousand-Faced's expression changed slightly, but he did not lose his composure. In fact, the killing move Huodou had used earlier had a certain element of luck involved.

Another factor was that Thousand-Faced had been careless at the time, thinking he had his opponent trapped like a turtle in a jar, completely confident, which led to him being caught off guard.

Upon hearing this, Leng Cangxuan smiled and said disdainfully to Thousand-Faced, "A minor trick, yet you dare to show off before me!"

With that, tens of thousands of identical figures, originating from the same source and virtually flawless, emerged from the rampant demonic energy.

Seeing this scene, Yunxiao and the others almost burst out laughing, pointing and jeering at Thousand-Faced, various taunts entering his ears and making him extremely ashamed and annoyed.

However, he was still an Emperor Realm powerhouse, even if he wasn't particularly prominent among the Chaos Eye Emperors, he still had his own extraordinary qualities.

He did not change his combat style, but Leng Cangxuan, with a wave of his hand, made the sky full of demonic shadows vanish, and said softly:

"I won't bully you. I'll let you have three moves. Use whatever techniques you have; don't say I didn't give you a chance!"

That powerful confidence and domineering aura made Yunxiao and the others' blood boil, and almost caused Thousand-Faced's Dao Heart to become unstable.

"You said it! Die for me!"

Thousand-Faced dared not delay any longer with the other party. He was afraid he would be consumed by anger and die suddenly.

Dozens of figures, each with a different aura and appearance, moved simultaneously, killing intent suddenly appearing.

Dozens of attacks converged, a momentum that would make even an Emperor of the same realm shiver, as it was equivalent to facing the suppression of dozens of Emperors.

But this was merely an illusion. If Thousand-Faced truly possessed the combat power of dozens of Emperors, he would have already ascended to the Upper Realm.

This ultimately stemmed from his own abilities, a mix of real and illusory, making it impossible to guard against.

Among the dozens of figures, only one attack was real; the rest were merely illusions created to disrupt the enemy's combat awareness.

However, the combat power between the dozens of figures could be switched at any time, which was the main reason it could become a killing move. If the enemy judged incorrectly, they would be severely wounded by the other figures!

But facing such a situation, Leng Cangxuan merely sneered. A demonic energy barrier materialized out of thin air around him, and no matter how many attacks landed on it, it remained unshaken.

Thousand-Faced also knew that this tactic of his could not threaten the other party, so he changed his approach.

He took out a golden longsword, a consecrated Emperor weapon. Infused with spiritual energy, its sword might filled the sky and struck downwards.

But what made his soul nearly leave his body was that the young man conjured a pitch-black demonic hand in front of him and caught it head-on.

How could he be willing? He had already forgotten the three-move agreement, unleashing all his trump cards, but the final result was useless; the other party remained as calm and composed as ever.

One side went all out, while the other was calm and collected; the difference was immediately apparent!

But as a slightly impatient voice echoed through heaven and earth, Thousand-Faced's movements came to an abrupt halt. The man who called himself the Demon Monarch said indifferently, "Three moves are up. You can die now!"

Upon hearing this, Thousand-Faced's body stiffened, a chill rushing to his head.