Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Shattered Star Domain.

At the void in different directions on the edge, several powerful presences are stationed there.

The endless Demon Energy seems to cover the sky and block out the sun.

Among them, one strand of Demon Energy is filled with fierce flames, faintly revealing the loud cries of a Phoenix.

"It’s unexpected that our newly promoted Golden Horn Demon Venerable could fight Jiang Shu to this extent."

"The Ancestor Dragon Bloodline truly possesses some extraordinary power."

Amidst the Demon Energy, a Demon Venerable Middle Stage expert with a red flame battle robe and a violent aura suddenly steps forward.

He is Feng Yuan Demon Venerable of the Phoenix Clan.

Upon hearing the battle reports, he hurried over immediately.

Beside him, within the Demon Energy, two other distinct Demon Venerables also step forward.

One is the True Hound Clan Demon Venerable with a fierce aura and bulging muscles.

The other is the Kunpeng Clan Demon Venerable, whose agile form is faintly flanked by vibrating phantom wings.

"That old bastard of Heaven-Burning still claims Golden Horn is just a disguise for Jiang Shu. Today’s battle can finally shut him up for good."

"Just a half-step Demon Lord without any foundation, really thinking he’s truly a Demon Lord?"

The Kunpeng Clan Demon Venerable snorted coldly.

For some time now, Golden Horn hasn’t appeared.

The rumors that Golden Horn is actually Jiang Shu have become increasingly rampant, with even some Demon Monarchs and Demon Venerables starting to lean towards the Heaven-Burning Demon Lord’s speculation.

But after today, all of this will cease.

"What a pity, the Human Clan responded too quickly. If only Jiang Shu were alone, we could easily enter the battlefield and perhaps capture Jiang Shu alive."

The Kunpeng Clan Demon Venerable shook his head, his senses the keenest, naturally perceiving three terrifying presences standing tall and opposed in the other side of the space.

That’s why they haven’t entered the scene immediately.

Above in the void, three figures also appear, their attire varied, but their auras are all profound and deep, with faint clear light revolving around them.

The leading man wears a blue robe, his face stern, Sword Qi not manifesting, as if hiding a sword in its sheath, yet he is a seasoned Daoist Venerable Middle Stage expert with an aura no weaker than Feng Yuan Demon Venerable.

Beside him is a middle-aged man with an aura gentle as jade, as if merged with the surrounding world.

Following closely is an elder with a horsetail whisk, who has a Star Map embroidered on his Daoist Robe.

"Golden Horn Demon Venerable, the so-called Ancestor Dragon Bloodline, now seems inferior to Taixuan Daoist Venerable."

Xuan Ming Daoist Venerable spoke coldly, his voice not loud, yet clearly echoed across the battlefield’s edge, his gaze like a knife blade scraping towards Feng Yuan Demon Venerable opposite them.

Golden Horn’s news had long spread among the Human Clan, as Daoist Venerables, they naturally recognized Golden Horn at first sight.

Facing Xuan Ming Daoist Venerable’s words, Feng Yuan Demon Venerable stepped forward, flames surged around him, and clashed with Xuan Ming Daoist Venerable’s invisible Sword Qi, producing an ear-piercing sizzling sound.

"Golden Horn Demon Venerable just advanced, hasn’t even gone to the Emperor Palace. His foundation hasn’t even accumulated to the deepest level, yet even so, he made your Taixuan Daoist Venerable bleed profusely in battle. I think your Taixuan Daoist Venerable is merely so-so."

"Perhaps the so-called battle achievements are all just bragging?"

Feng Yuan’s voice was filled with provocation, as the aura between both sides formed a huge net.

On one hand, it’s another level of battle between them.

On the other hand, it also locks various directions of Jiang Shu and Golden Horn, facilitating entry into the battle at any time.

"Foundations, really. Golden Horn has been cultivating for countless years, but Taixuan Daoist Venerable has far fewer years."

Xuan Ming Daoist Venerable clearly knows how to use words to provoke.

Demon Race has long life spans, Golden Horn has cultivated for a thousand years.

Whereas Jiang Shu, the Taixuan Daoist Venerable, from birth till now, just how many years has it been?

Beside him, Phecda Daoist Venerable and Xingshu Daoist Venerable stood quietly, but hearing this they couldn’t help but laugh.

The two groups of experts face off, pervasive Divine Sense has fiercely clashed in this space, forming a huge encircling circle, and the stronger experts from both sides have received news and are on their way.

The atmosphere of the Shattered Star Domain is tightly strained to the limit.

"Jiang Taixuan, today you must die!"

Golden Horn tightly clenched his fists, flames burning atop them, like two Star Cores crashing down, the space where this passed directly shattered into pitch-black cracks.

Jiang Shu’s Panwu Heaven Opening Axe, meanwhile, swept out with more condensed endless Great Dao, embodying ultimate power and profound rules.

Bang!

An indescribable explosion erupted.

A visually seen Chaotic Energy storm instantly swept across, fragmenting the space.

The void of that region completely collapsed, temporarily forming a small black hole, devouring all light and energy.

The storm gradually subsided, the collapsed void slowly reformed.

At the center of the battlefield, two figures separated.

Jiang Shu leaned on his halberd, his chest and abdomen rising and falling violently, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, the pale gold blood staining a small patch on his chest.

His aura slightly receded, yet his eyes were bright to the point of terror, like an unrivaled divine weapon that reveals itself after drawing blood.

Opposite him, Golden Horn appeared far more miserable.

His giant dragon form was nearly half kneeling on the shattered rocky ground; his arms, which had just condensed the Chaos Fury Law, now bore shattered Dragon Scales and were bloodied, with his right arm hanging limply, clearly having its bones shattered. At the wound, Jiang Shu’s Desolate and Creation Laws intertwined, impeding the Dragon Clan’s formidable self-healing ability.

He panted heavily, each breath bearing the light friction of bones, his dragon scales all over dull and lifeless, with the golden shine on his Dragon Horn weakening.