Realm-Hopping Martial Master

"Heaven-Burning Demon Lord, how dare you!"

Huang Ya’s body and mind both shook. He never imagined that the Heaven-Burning Demon Lord would suddenly strike at this moment.

If he were still in peak condition, although unable to defeat the Heaven-Burning Demon Lord, he would have a certain degree of confidence to maneuver and preserve his life for a short time.

But to assist Jiang Shu, Huang Ya forcibly endured the Heaven-Burning Ancestor’s furious strike.

This strike almost shattered his inner world.

After all, he was only at the Demon Venerable Late Stage.

Compared to the Heaven-Burning Demon Lord, who is already at half-step Demon Lord, there’s a huge gap!

"Die!"

The Heaven-Burning Ancestor was close to losing his sanity.

In the entire Demon Race, no other Demon Venerable hated Jiang Shu more.

If it weren’t for Jiang Shu, he would still be at Demon Venerable Late Stage.

Even if unable to ascend to Demon Lord in the future, he could securely reach Demon Venerable Peak and rule a domain.

But now, he might look like he has reached the half-step Demon Lord Realm, but in truth, his status no longer compares to before!

"Boom!"

Under this claw, space shattered inch by inch like frozen ice.

Broken stones and blood foam mixed with the shattered bone fragments burst like volcanic ash from the sunken stone wall.

The hard rock wall, filled with defensive ancient arrays, along with Huang Ya, sank deeply, and under this half-step Demon Lord level hateful strike, blasted apart like ancient rotted wood struck by a giant ancient hammer!

A faint dark golden soul light flashed briefly among the sprayed organ fragments before being utterly obliterated in the aftermath of the raging destructive energy.

The dust rolled thickly, carrying the intense scent of blood and rock ash.

Once a mighty figure over the Demon Race, Huang Ya, along with the cave wall he guarded for countless years, was reduced to a shocking large pit filled with indistinguishable bloody mess of flesh and bones.

The molten gold eyes bore no emotions, only an icy violence and undiminished murderous intent.

The Heaven-Burning Ancestor withdrew his hand, a sinister red claw, with a drop of dark golden blood slowly dripping, sizzling softly on the charred ground, raising a wisp of barely visible smoke.

The depths of Starfall Abyss fell into a complete silence.

...

Cold stardust slowly floated in the boundless void, occasionally pierced by faint starlight through thick layers of dust, casting brief spots of light on the dark canvas.

At this moment, Jiang Shu remained in the form of the Dragon Clan’s Golden Horn Demon Venerable, having just forcefully escaped from the deadly space fold in Starfall Abyss, the shattered space turbulence tearing at his protective demon power like invisible bone-scraping steel blades.

Further compounding the problem was the Heaven-Burning Ancestor’s last furious claw strike, imbued with pure destructive will and half-step Demon Lord level power of Dao, firmly landing on his back.

Even with the Star Coffin projection and Nirvana Feather desperately defending, significantly reducing the impact, the internal-external tearing sensation remained as pestilent as a bone maggot.

The Dragon Scale Battle Robe on his back was severely damaged, exposing the curled flesh underneath, dark golden dragon blood mixed with scorch marks seeped continuously, staining the cold meteor surface with a shocking gold-brown hue.

A fragment of power with the warmth and destructive aura unique to Phoenix Nirvana was stubbornly resisting the World Tree’s clear light and Creation Dao’s restoration inside him.

This was the core imprint of Heaven-Burning Power, like a burning hot iron brand on his bones. Waves of intense pain struck, with each breath pulling at the tiny cracks spread throughout his body.

"Though the Heaven-Burning Ancestor lost some of his reason, his power has grown immensely compared to before."

"If I hadn’t reinforced my body again beforehand, the injuries would be so severe that only a drop of essence blood might escape."

Jiang Shu gritted his teeth, large cold sweat mixed with filth sliding down from his forehead.

The inner world of his Middle Stage Chaos Hole Realm operated with unprecedented intensity, Desolate Power plowed through his body, extinguishing the destructive Daoist rule fragments left by Heaven-Burning.

Fire Dao spun wildly, engulfing the remnants of Heaven-Burning Flame within him, while Creation Clear Light formed weak vortices at the wounds, arduously mending the shattered tissues.

Devouring Dao engulfed the scattered, high-temperature, frenzied half-step Demon Lord energy fragments indiscriminately, forcibly refining them into strands of chaotic qi flow, nourishing the World Tree Seedling.

Jiang Shu’s face was pale, devoid of color; the strenuous mana expenditure from forced demon power flight combined with suppressing his injuries made his newly ascended Demon Venerable’s vast aura show evident signs of weakness and superficiality.

He urgently needed to find a foothold for recovery, and he also needed to create chaos.

Identifying the star map direction, Jiang Shu chose a path, his form transforming into a faint golden arc traversing the stardust band.

His speed wasn’t fast, even somewhat sluggish, the golden light trail appeared unstable and scattered, not befitting the grandeur of a newly ascended Demon Venerable.

The torn battle robe hem dragged weak starlight and scattered energy particles, like an injured beast leaving a trail of ignominious blood in space.

Eventually, he reached a relatively stable space edge, where several familiar auras faintly emanated, carrying the unique heat of the Phoenix Clan.

Jiang Shu’s eyes focused slightly, immediately restraining his already fluctuating aura, intensifying the post-injury weakness, and flew erratically toward that direction.

It was none other than the few surviving demon race prodigies from the earlier trial in Starfall Abyss, the Phoenix Clan’s Feng Chi, Feng Xiao, and two other heavily injured Phoenix Clan disciples.