Realm-Hopping Martial Master

They were evidently waiting outside the Starfall Abyss for further news, or perhaps simply trying to explore the outer regions after recovering from their injuries.

When that beam of golden light, faintly imbued with Dragon Might but clearly chaotic, entered their perception range, Feng Chi was the first to alertly look up.

His handsome face still bore the usual coldness and arrogance, but upon seeing the newcomer’s state, his golden Phoenix eyes abruptly contracted, unable to conceal his astonishment.

"Golden Horn?!"

Feng Xiao exclaimed in disbelief, her delicate face equally full of incredulity.

Previously, she had been forced out of the core area of the Starfall Abyss, and although she had taken secret medicine from her clan to heal, her complexion remained pale.

Now, seeing the once illustriously unrivaled Golden Horn Demon Venerable on the Starfall Platform, ultimately regarded by Huang Ya as the future of the Demon Race, appearing so bedraggled or even miserable, the impact was too great.

Jiang Shu’s silhouette almost stumbled to a halt not far from them, his legs nearly giving way, struggling to maintain his stance.

He coughed violently a few times, resisted spitting out fresh blood, yet a dark golden line of blood still seeped from the corner of his mouth, sliding down his tightly pressed lips.

The dark golden Dragon Scale Battle Robe was damaged in multiple places, especially the back, where the fabric was almost burned and torn apart, revealing terrifying scorched and curled wounds beneath, emanating a scorching and violent aura, infused with remnants of Nirvana essence!

Around those deep bone-revealing cracks, there were tiny crimson-gold sparks stubbornly jumping and burning, characteristic of Phoenix Nirvana Flame.

Upon seeing this, Feng Chi and Feng Xiao’s expressions changed drastically.

They were too familiar with this aura; it was the mark of destruction left only when the Phoenix Clan’s core power was driven to the extreme, and the purity of this residual energy absolutely couldn’t be produced by an ordinary Demon Venerable!

Jiang Shu raised his eyes, those golden pupils, sharp as the sun in ordinary times, were now dull and lifeless, filled with deep exhaustion, fear, and a betrayal-boundless fury.

His gaze lingered on them, immediately coldly sneering:

"Tell Phoenix Venerable, what the Heaven-Burning Demon Lord gifted today, Golden Horn will remember in his heart, for when the day comes that his cultivation is complete, there will be recompense."

After speaking, he didn’t even look at their unpleasant expressions, directly disappearing from the spot.

The entire process was straightforward and crisp, from appearing to leaving took merely several breaths.

They didn’t know what had happened to Jiang Shu.

But from his words, they could clearly hear the four words Heaven-Burning Demon Lord.

Heaven-Burning Ancestor, hasn’t he already reached the Half-step Demon Lord Realm?

At such a realm, how could he care about a mere Demon Monarch like Golden Horn?

Could it be because of Golden Horn’s Ancestor Dragon Bloodline?

Did he forcibly intervene?

If the Heaven-Burning Ancestor acted, given Golden Horn’s realm, how could there still be life?

Feng Chi’s thinking sank into immense chaos.

Golden Horn had already been recognized by the Emperor Palace, with their clan’s Heaven-Burning Ancestor being a Half-step Demon Lord, an elder of the Emperor Palace, how could he think of exterminating Golden Horn?

But the injuries on Golden Horn were indisputable, that remaining Nirvana Fire Qi, so pure that even he, a pureblood Phoenix, felt his heart palpitate, absolutely couldn’t be faked.

"What exactly happened?"

Feng Xiao’s voice trembled, immense unease turning her hands and feet ice-cold.

The Demon Race was already unstable internally, if the Dragon and Phoenix Clans had a rift...

Things would become big!

Feng Chi suddenly snapped back to reality, forcibly suppressing the surging waves of fear in his heart, his face dark enough to drip water.

He stared fiercely at the direction in which Golden Horn disappeared, then glanced down at his palm where a faint trace of aura was converging.

It was the most pure remnant of Nirvana Flame, imbued with Heaven-Burning’s unique mark of violence and frenzy.

His gift from that starry remnant just now using his talent.

"Immediately return!"

Feng Chi’s voice was low and urgent, with an unprecedented weight.

"This matter is beyond what we can handle; it must be reported to the Emperor Palace at the fastest speed, not a word should be omitted!"

Fear coiled around the heart like icy vines, involving Demon Lord-level existences, any careless judgment could bring great trouble to the Phoenix Clan,

But Golden Horn’s miserable state and the words he left behind instinctively made him smell a massive conspiracy and the scent of calamity about to strike.

The few Phoenix Clan geniuses dared not delay, transforming into trails of dim fire essence, fleeing towards the direction of the Emperor Palace with the fastest speed of their lives.

However, just as the few of the Phoenix Clan disappeared into the depths of darkness not long after, not far from their previous stopping point, the void rippled quietly like a stone thrown into water, revealing an extremely subtle ripple, difficult to detect without specializing in Space Dao.

A tall and lean figure, wrapped in a star-sand-flowing silver-gray glow, appeared like a ghost.

It was none other than the top genius of the Kunpeng Clan, Xuan Ling.

His silver-gray eyes were calm and undisturbed, like frozen profound ice for millennia, precisely casting towards the direction Jiang Shu departed, and the trajectory of the Phoenix clan members’ hurried escape.

Everything that transpired had evidently not escaped his perception while lurking within the spatial layers.

The depths of his incomprehensible eyes silently rippled with subtle spatial fluctuations, like the undercurrents beneath water, exposing his inner unrest.

"Heaven-Burning Demon Lord..."

Xuan Ling’s thin lips moved slightly, silently chewing on this title.

He raised a hand, his fingers slightly open, gently stroking the empty space lingering with faint Phoenix Flame aura.

Snip!

A thin thread of crimson-gold flame, extremely weak and seemingly about to extinguish the next second, was precisely caught by the tiny spatial vortex at his fingertips.

The flame was incomparably pure, bearing the True Meaning of Nirvana, further imprinted with the frenzied and brutal will of the Heaven-Burning Ancestor.

Xuan Ling gently twisted this wisp of flame, experiencing the destructive power and chaotic Dao Rhyme it contained, his gaze becoming more bemused, deeper like a sea abyss swallowing starlight.

"Senior Huang Ya should have always been protecting Golden Horn, but today there’s only Golden Horn fleeing, could it be Senior Huang Ya has already..."

It seemed like he was speaking to himself or verifying with the cold starry sky.

The voice was flat, without any emotional fluctuation.

His silver-gray pupils turned lightly, again looking towards the direction Jiang Shu disappeared, the gaze seemingly penetrating through layers of spatial barriers, focusing on that heavily injured yet forcefully escaping figure.

"Golden Horn..."

"From the look of it, the aura emission has already reached the Demon Venerable Realm."

Xuan Ling inclined his head slightly, as if discovering something exceptionally amusing.

"A dragon body at Demon Venerable Realm wounded to this extent, yet his space travel still retains such exquisite spatial imprints, clear as a spider web, is he fleeing too frantically, or..."

He didn’t finish his sentence.

But the spatial Dao Patterns flickering within those deep eyes shone with incredibly sharp insight.

Within the Kunpeng Clan, his talent was unparalleled; in his comprehension of the Great Dao, he surpassed countless peers.

Since the Chaos Phenomenon of the Ancient Mirror of Source-seeking, he had sensed something impenetrable on Golden Horn.

Yet he remained silent, like a deep sea reef, allowing the undercurrents to scour over, watching quietly.

"Wait a little longer..."

Xuan Ling’s fingertips gently clasped, and that wisp of faint crimson-gold flame seemed wiped away by invisible spatial power, vanishing without a trace, leaving not even the slightest warmth.

He once again transformed into a flowing star-sand glow, melded silently into the void, as if he had never appeared.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shu, enduring his pain, continuously changed position in the void, utilizing space turbulence to cautiously erase his trail.

Were it not for his realm having already broken through to the Mixed Cave Realm Middle Stage,

and his understanding of Space Dao further elevated,

under such attacks from the Heaven-Burning Ancestor, even if he survived, he would be severely wounded.

Jiang Shu took a deep breath, within his internal world, the World Tree emanated thick and majestic Life Origin.

Every major acupoint in his body throbbed with pain.

Every pore seemed infused by the Heaven-Burning Ancestor’s Dao power imbued with fiery and violent aura, bit by bit eroding his Dao Foundation.