Realm-Hopping Martial Master

To some weaker members of the Demon Race, any one Demon Venerable could easily wipe out their entire race.

So long as the Demon Lords did not appear, within this vast Demon Domain—

A Demon Venerable was the very sky above a region.

Many Demon Races survived only by attaching themselves beneath a certain Demon Venerable.

Likewise, any Demon Race, as long as one Demon Monarch advanced to Demon Venerable—

That Demon Race would become a truly powerful clan.

Second only to the great clans like the Dragon and Phoenix.

They might even have the chance to intermarry with those of diluted bloodline among the Dragon and Phoenix Clans.

It was no different from rising to the heavens in a single step.

But at this very moment, in their eyes, the two Demon Venerables who had seemed as lofty as the blue sky had actually fallen dead, without even their souls managing to flee!

Just who was this green-robed man standing tall in the Void?

And what kind of immense might was this!

Did they still have even the slimmest thread of life in this battle?

The Golden Horn Demon Antelope’s chest heaved violently, not from exhaustion, but from boundless fury and a fear it had never before experienced?

No!

It was humiliation!

Its golden vertical pupils narrowed into dangerous slits under the pressure of its raging will, and on those horns that symbolized annihilation, the flowing dark gold radiance was like lava about to cool, becoming thick and perilous.

"Jiang Shu... very good!"

Its voice was like two pieces of cold metal scraping together, every word carrying bone-deep killing intent,

"I already said, the ones in the Chaotic Demon Sea are all trash. If I had been there, how would you ever have had the chance to advance to Daoist Venerable?"

"However, your fortune ends here."

"Others may not see it, but I know. The time since you advanced to the Chaos Hole Realm definitely hasn’t been long. Even if your talent is unparalleled, in the Chaos Hole Realm, the key is not just comprehension of the Great Dao, nor merely the strength of the inner world—there is something even more important."

"No matter how well you control the Space Dao, you still can’t do anything to me!"

"This time, you will die without a doubt!"

The Golden Horn Demon Antelope’s voice echoed across the entire battlefield.

It knew that in this battle, so long as it decapitated Jiang Shu—

All defeat would be reversed!

The demonic power on its body was like a Fixed Star brewing an explosion.

Every single hair became like a comet piercing through everything in the starry sky.

Filled with endless might!

In the Void.

Jiang Shu stood suspended, his cyan Daoist Robe lightly stirring in the blood-reeking wind that howled across the battlefield.

He had just effortlessly dissolved the opponent’s killing blow, then, with thunderous methods, heavily wounded or perhaps even slain two other Demon Venerables.

Yet at this moment, his aura was still like the deep sea—calm, without a single ripple.

"Kill me?"

Jiang Shu’s voice was very flat, as though he were stating a trivial matter, yet it clearly drowned out the clamor of the battlefield below.

"With that sheep bloodline of yours? For you to advance to Demon Venerable is already a heaven-defying stroke of luck. You may appear to be at the Demon Venerable Middle Stage, but before the Dragon and Phoenix Clans, does your status compare to that of their ordinary Demon Venerables?"

"No. Your status doesn’t even compare to that of their Demon Monarch princes."

"And it’s not only because they, given enough time and resources, can reach Realms that you will never step upon even if you exhaust everything."

"It is even more because of your bloodline. Your bloodline dooms you to be weak; even if you advance to Demon Venerable, this is all you are."

"You may change the status of your own race, but you can’t change your status within the Dragon and Phoenix Demon Clan."

"As for the Dragon and Phoenix Clans, the number of clansmen I have slain far exceeds what you can imagine."

"I dare to kill. You, even as a Demon Venerable—what do you dare do?"

"Even under discrimination, you only dare swallow it down without daring to rage."

"A mere coward, nothing more."

Boom!

The Golden Horn Demon Antelope’s fury was completely ignited.

Muscles knotted and bulged explosively over its gigantic demonic body; beneath its bronzed skin it was as if magma was surging.

The opponent’s casual disdain enraged it more than any insult; this was the ultimate contempt for a Demon Venerable Middle Stage existence!

"Arrogant!"

It abandoned all probing and words; both feet stomped viciously on the Void, and the space beneath shattered and spread like tangible glass.

Its colossal body instantly turned into a dark gold meteor that tore space apart.

This time it was no longer just the horns charging; its entire body, wrapped in an annihilating aura condensed to the utmost, became the most terrifying battering ram.

It was charging!

The hundred-meter distance vanished under its eruption as though it did not exist.

The violent shockwave behind it carved a long vacuum tunnel, while sonic boom clouds were compressed behind, forming a nearly solid white barrier.

It abandoned the long-range slaughter of its golden beams, compressing all Power into itself, especially into that terrifying pair of golden horns.

At this moment, those horn tips shone with a pure, annihilating luster that could pierce and obliterate all matter and energy, enough to make one’s heart tremble.

This was the ultimate fusion of flesh, Law, and will—the Golden Horn Demon Antelope’s strongest life-risking killing move.

Simple, direct, and savage.

It used the formidable Daoist Body of a Middle Stage Venerable as its foundation, took the annihilation Great Dao as its edge, and in the instant of the charge pushed speed, Power, and Law to the Peak.

It intended to rely on absolute Power and defense to clash head-on with this bizarre human.

It did not believe that the other party could use those ghostly techniques to deflect this life-risking collision.

No matter how much space could fold or twist, before a supreme force sufficient to annihilate space itself, it would still be forcibly crushed.

Facing this terrifying figure that charged forth in a life-risking collision, the calm on Jiang Shu’s face was finally broken, just a fraction.

His gaze suddenly became incomparably sharp, like a divine blade unsheathed!

Dodge?

The narrow path had already been met!

There was only battle!

Above Split Stone City, the air congealed like hardened grease.

The Golden Horn Demon Antelope had completely turned into a blood-colored stream of light wrapped in ultimate annihilation; under its brutal rush, space grew fragile as colored glaze, emitting creaking cries that set one’s teeth on edge, causing the spatial structure of the entire battlefield to sway violently.

This was a Great Technique that fused its lifetime of Cultivation, Bloodline Power, and a mutual-destruction resolve.

It had only one target.

The young man directly ahead, wearing a cyan cloud-pattern Daoist Robe, his gaze calm as an ancient well—Jiang Shu!

The Human Race Alliance Army beneath the city felt a fear surge from the depth of their souls, as though the entire sky was about to collapse.

On the city walls, the Demon Race, whether Low Rank Demon Soldiers or transformed Great Demons, were instantly ignited with their final狂热, roaring as though they had already seen that Human Clan powerhouse—who had dared break their shield and badly wound two Demon Venerables—shattered to pieces.

Lu Chong, in the camp on the ground, clenched his fists tightly; his nails dug deep into his palms, blood seeping out without his noticing.

He remembered clearly the despairing pressure brought by that White Tiger Demon Venerable in the Desolate Sand Sea, and this Golden Horn Demon Antelope before him was many times stronger than that White Tiger!

He almost wanted to roar out loud, yet it felt as if his throat were being strangled.

He knew that Jiang Shu’s Slaughter skills were peerless, and that he had now achieved the position of Mixed Cave Daoist Venerable, but this Golden Horn Demon Antelope was a whole minor Realm above him.

At the level of Daoist Venerable, even a single small Realm meant an immense gap.

Jiang Shu’s consecutive defeats of two Demon Venerables were certainly exhilarating, proving that the Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable was still that unrivaled genius invincible among his peers, but this still could not prove that he was a match for the Golden Horn Demon Antelope.

Facing this Heaven-Burning, Sea-Boiling tide of destruction pouncing toward him, the calm in Jiang Shu’s eyes did not dissipate; instead, it was as if a star had plunged into a frozen lake, becoming so sharp it could pierce the firmament.

He had no intention of dodging. The right hand that had, back in the Desolate Sand Sea, shattered the White Tiger’s killing move with a flick, now slowly lifted, five fingers curling into a fist.

At the instant his fist clenched, an indescribable heaviness descended!

It was as if, unseen, hundreds of star rivers collapsed and converged upon his fist.

This was the pure, majestic Power Dao that could stretch open the Cosmic expanse and also return the Cosmic to the Returning Ruins!

This Power was too pure, too vast; even the chaotic energies nearby, the fragments of shattered space, and even the diffused light were forcibly twisted and bound at the edge of this invisible Force Field.

Above Split Stone City, centered on Jiang Shu’s fist, a brief yet eerie domain of stillness formed; the destructive streamer that the Golden Horn Demon Antelope had become slammed headlong into the edge of this silent Force Field.

"Boom!"