Realm-Hopping Martial Master

"With Lu Chong’s ability, there should have been feedback long ago, at least some sign should have been sent back, but there’s been no news at all."

Lu Chong returned from the Ancient Demon Sect Relics, and upon advancing to the Vientiane Realm, his former foundation was continuously erupting.

Coupled with the numerous opportunities during the great battle, as well as various battles against the Demon Race, he quickly became familiar with the Vientiane Realm and his strength increased visibly, even if not skyrocketing overnight.

To a certain extent, Lu Chong’s current strength is more powerful than some Elders who advanced to the Vientiane Realm early on.

Therefore, the other Elder-level figures in the tent were silent and stern.

In these few days, the poisonous miasma in the Chaotic Swamp suddenly intensified, and the elite scout teams were completely wiped out, dying in bizarre circumstances.

The resistance from the Demon Race at the Thousand Streams Creek seemed overly clever, as if they had foreseen the Human Clan’s attack positions and could accurately intercept the weak points of their offensive.

The eerie force that erodes Primordial Spirit and suppresses Primordial Qi in the core area of the Desolate Sand Sea grew stronger and stronger.

These three places are like three tough thorns, tightly holding the Human Clan’s advancement joints, not only consuming a large number of elites but also resembling three bleeding wounds.

"Demon Race’s trap."

The Supreme Sect Leader’s voice was calm, with a majestic aura surging out.

"It’s impossible for the strongest races of the Demon Race to suddenly retreat and not shrink back. They must have some countermeasures."

"These three places might not be the needlepoint we guessed, but rather a treacherous place devouring the blood and flesh of our Human Clan’s strong ones!"

"We cannot delay, we must dispatch strong ones early to rescue those three."

As the words were spoken, a shrill and piercing sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from outside the tent!

A blood-stained crimson token, like a desperate struggling bird, smashed through the tent’s defensive barrier and dimmed, falling on the Supreme Sect Leader’s desk, rolling a few times before settling.

It was the highest-grade talisman used by the core disciples of the True Martial Sect when facing a life-and-death crisis!

The Supreme Sect Leader’s pupils contracted abruptly, and an uncontrolled, vast, and immense aura roared out, causing the tent arrangements to clatter.

He grabbed the blood-stained token abruptly, from which a weak original energy belonging to Lu Chong escaped, carrying resolve and madness.

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Desolate Sand Sea core.

The yellow sand was stained with a large swath of eye-catching dark red, and the solidified blood emitted a strong fishy smell.

The air was so hot that it twisted, and the eerie Dao rhyme within was like a heavy shackle, firmly suppressing the three trapped in desperate circumstances.

A corpse lay diagonally on the edge of the dune, its head missing, leaving only a horrifying blood hole.

This Dao Yi Sect’s outstanding prodigy, a Daoist Monarch Middle Stage powerhouse, with the ancient sword in his hand dimmed and full of cracks, lay beside his body.

His lifeless, headless body had not completely cooled, and the wounds still had residual sharp demonic power rampaging, eroding his remnants of Dao rhyme within.

Elder Liu Qingyan from the Dan Fu Sect, who had entered the Vientiane Realm, was half kneeling on the other side, her face as white as paper, one arm hanging limply, evidently broken by massive force.

Her Daoist Robe was torn, exposing the dim and lightless soft armor of celestial silk inside, with scorched black marks.

In front of her, numerous shattered jade talisman fragments were scattered, with only a few remaining protective amulets with dim spirit light slowly swirling in front, forming a precarious final barrier.

Blood continuously overflowed from the corner of her mouth, every breath tugging at the severe internal injuries of her vital organs, her beautiful eyes reflecting only the gray of rage and despair.

And at the core position, was Lu Chong, the newly appointed Elder of the True Martial Sect.

His True Martial Daoist Robe was already in tatters, exposing his muscular body wrapped in Primordial Qi, covered with intersecting claw marks, the deepest nearly bone-deep, slashing from shoulder to chest and abdomen, if not for the powerful Body Refining Secret Technique of the True Martial Sect, this would have been enough to dismember him.

In his hand, he tightly held a formidable Dao Artifact he exchanged with overwhelming battle merits.

A bronze spear named Zhen Yue, yet at this moment its shaft was pitted, spirit light dimmed, and the spear tip was halfway broken.

Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth and wounds all over his body, dripping onto the scorching yellow sand, making a sizzling sound.

His aura fluctuated violently; being at the Early Stage Daoist Monarch Realm, he was inherently vulnerable against top experts, now even more like a flickering candle in the wind, barely maintaining.

His heart was in intense pain, Wan Jianming, his senior brother, a Daoist Monarch Middle Stage Sword Cultivator, even his decisive self-destruct of Daoist Soldier to delay time was interrupted alive by the opponent and directly killed!

The gap was so vast it was despairing.

And the cause of all this was the giant figure opposite the sand dune, towering like a small mountain.

It wasn’t humanoid but maintained its most primal and ferocious form.

Indeed, it was a gigantic tiger with a white base and black stripes!

Its entire body was snow-white, only the powerful limbs and forehead in the center bore deep ink "King" character glyphs, the stripes exuding a cold and sinister gleam in the scorching light.

Its enormous head was bigger than a normal stone mill, tusks curved like blades, emitting a suffocating and fierce aura.

Its pair of dark gold vertical pupils carried no emotion, only pure killing intent and a cruel coldness like a cat playing with a mouse.

This was a White Tiger, nearly having one foot into the Demon Venerable Realm.

It watched its dying prey at its feet, not striking immediately, but gracefully pacing around them, its huge paws stepping silently on the sand, each fur strand seemed to contain a terrifying power.