Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Heaven-Burning Ancestor’s molten golden gaze softened, but his voice still carried a sharp edge.

Among the Demon Race, he deemed that few knew Jiang Taixuan better than he did.

"Do you truly believe yourself to be Jiang Taixuan’s nemesis? You’ve never seen his methods; do you know how insidious and cunning he is?"

Heaven-Burning Ancestor suddenly asked, his tone laced with a near-inducing malice as he stared intensely into Jiang Shu’s eyes.

"That person is too terrifying; entering my Demon Domain, he destroyed my ancestral foundation accumulated over millennia!"

His words were like poisoned blades, each word soaked with deep-seated resentment towards the Human Clan, especially when mentioning the name "Jiang Taixuan", which caused the surrounding decaying air to momentarily tense, and the glowing beastly bone patterns on the stone walls quivered intensely.

This was the most direct probing.

If the young Golden Horn before him had any connection to Jiang Taixuan, under the sudden mental impact and malicious guidance, his mind would have a momentary fluctuation, and the flow of Demon Energy might show a slight unnatural sluggishness.

However, Jiang Shu, in his lifetime thus far, had been through countless trials.

Having disguised as Golden Horn, he repeatedly contemplated, hypothesizing all changes.

At this moment, the youthful face of Jiang Shu appeared somewhat indignant, and from his Dragon Eyes burst forth anger and defiance, with a mighty and pure Dragon Qi erupting violently, forming a visible golden wave around him, resisting the spiritual pressure exerted by Heaven-Burning Ancestor.

"The Ancestor may not know, though I’ve always been in seclusion, after emerging, I’ve heard the name Jiang Taixuan many times."

"This person views my Demon Race as mere grass; even my Dragon Clan bloodline, he has slaughtered many. At that time, I was merely a lowly Demon Monarch, naturally not daring to imagine more. But today, if I become a Demon Venerable, bearing the Ancestor Dragon bloodline."

"I will surely traverse the Cang Mang Domain and claim Jiang Shu’s head to commemorate the fallen spirits of my clan!"

Jiang Shu’s words grew more confident, as if he disregarded Jiang Shu completely.

His voice, infused with Dragon Breath, unleashed a perfect fusion of rage and violent energy waves.

This wave was so real that even Heaven-Burning appeared dazed for a moment, his molten golden pupils contracted slightly.

How did it seem that the degree of hatred Jiang Shu held in Golden Horn’s heart surpassed his own, as if there was some deep-seated vendetta?

Perhaps, it was the arrogance of the Dragon Clan.

After all, as the leader of the Demon Race, how could the Dragon Clan tolerate a mere Human Clan bloodline’s oppression?

Multiple probings showed to Heaven-Burning Ancestor at this point that this Dragon Clan youth, in terms of bloodline origin, Demon Energy fluctuation, and emotional expression, was impeccable.

That hatred and anger did not seem feigned, especially when mentioning the sacrifice of Jiang Taixuan’s head, the decisiveness and slaughter emanating from his bones were exactly what the Emperor Palace needed.

Yet, for reasons unknown, Heaven-Burning felt a lingering sense of discord, though even he could not explain where this discord originated from.

Heaven-Burning’s chaotic and violent Divine Thought, like countless invisible tendrils, stirred back and forth in the vast Dragon Qi field surrounding Jiang Shu, attempting to find even a trace that did not belong to the Dragon Clan or the Demon Domain.

He even caught a glimpse of a subtle core rhythm within Jiang Shu’s bloodline pulse, exuding a Chaos-like annihilating aura as if contained from the dawn of time.

This rhythm...

A deeper confusion flickered within the depths of Heaven-Burning’s molten golden pupils.

This sensation was too grand and vast, unlike any Dragon Clan’s Innate Divine Ability he recognized.

It wasn’t the fierce Fire Dragon Fire, nor the profound Azure Dragon Water, nor the violent Yinglong Thunder, but a point, akin to the source force emitted when the Ten Thousand Spirits Casting Venerable Array operated.

No, there’s a subtle difference...

This is the Devouring Dao!

This Dao, shouldn’t it only be mastered by the Kunpeng Clan?

Other tribes might comprehend a portion, but cannot reach its deepest depths.

It is known to him, that Jiang Shu, precisely practiced the Devouring Dao!

Perhaps, the Ancestor Dragon of old had reached the ultimate in this road, but this Golden Horn’s ancestor bloodline had only just awakened.

In his own bloodline, there wasn’t a single person skilled in the Devouring Dao.

How could he be cultivating to such a realm?

Jiang Shu! Jiang Shu!

The doubts that had been nearly dispelled resurfaced, yet just as Heaven-Burning Ancestor was about to focus and delve into that core rhythm...

"Buzz!"

An incomparably powerful Dragon Might, far exceeding before, erupted from within Jiang Shu.

This time, it was no longer just pure vitality but was mixed with a torrent of some kind of will.

"Boom!"

A terrifying thought, as if tearing the heavens and overturning the earth, brutally shattered Heaven-Burning’s probing Divine Thought tendrils!

"Cough!"

Heaven-Burning’s body trembled, with a hint of astonishment flashing in his molten golden eyes, as if caught off guard by this sudden surge of powerful thought.

That will, carried an ancient vastness, dominance, and unyielding nobility, nearly suppressing him as if reversing roles.

If not for the vast gap between Golden Horn’s cultivation and his own, Heaven-Burning even felt his bloodline would churn this time.

"Is this Ancestor Dragon bloodline resisting the Heaven-Burning Demon Lord?"

Huang Ya, who had been stealthily observing from the side, was shocked inwardly, his eyes filled with disbelief as he too was shaken by the sudden erupting wave of will.

Jiang Shu’s complexion turned deathly pale instantly, his body shaking violently, as if that explosion of will had drained all his strength.