The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Ao Tian shot Pengshan a cold glance. From the other side, the Demon King of the Golden Roc clan, with his sharp beak and Golden Wings, said, "Pengshan, can't you see Ao Tian's son is still in their hands? It's not too late to let him negotiate."

Chen Dong immediately said, "Spare the life of the Female Cultivator beside me, and I'll release Ao Jun."

The twelve Demon Kings exchanged glances. They didn't even know this Female Cultivator. Their only goal was to kill the man Tian Sisi loved. They had only been holding back out of respect for Ao Tian. Since this was a chance to get Ao Jun back, they wouldn't hesitate; of course they would agree.

Besides, the Female Cultivator was only at the Foundation Establishment Stage. In their eyes, she was no more than an ant—not worth a second thought.

Ao Tian laughed. "You and I have crossed paths before. Chen Dong, you are a rare talent, but your cultivation is still too shallow. I accept your terms! Release my son, and after I kill you, I will personally escort this Female Cultivator back to the Guardian Array."

Chen Dong nodded, signaling for Liu Ling to release her hold on Ao Jun.

But unexpectedly, Murong Qing conjured an Ice Sword, flashed forward, and pressed it against Ao Jun's throat. She stared coldly at Chen Dong. "You're not leaving me behind again!"

Chen Dong inwardly despaired.

Ao Tian's voice was tight with fury. "Little girl, you're courting death! All twelve of us Demon Kings are gathered here, with tens of thousands of our Demon Race kin spread across hundreds of miles. You have no chance of escape!"

'Just as I thought,' Chen Dong realized. 'After our last few encounters, for Ao Tian to appear like this, he must have a foolproof plan. He won't give me any openings like he did before.'

Murong Qing pressed the Ice Sword in a fraction deeper. "So what? If I can die with Chen Dong, I'll have no regrets!"

Before her words had even faded, a flurry of Golden Wings, a blast of Liuli Divine Light, and the very earth roiling like a dragon—all manner of Divine Techniques instantly shot toward Murong Qing.

In the eyes of these Demon Kings, a mere Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator had no right to bargain with them. Besides, they were confident they could kill her before she even had a chance to react.

Chen Dong had been on high alert ever since Ao Tian appeared. The instant he felt the Spiritual Qi stir, he moved.

A flicker of lightning, and Chen Dong was in front of Murong Qing. Having been struck by Ao Tian's Divine Techniques before, he knew just how powerful they were. Without holding anything back, he played his trump card: Saint Dao—Domain!

A smooth, radiant light enveloped Chen Dong, Murong Qing, and even Ao Jun, who was still at the mercy of Murong Qing's Ice Sword.

A Saint is beyond all techniques, impervious to all evil!

The combined Divine Techniques of the Demon Kings failed to penetrate even a sliver of the perfect, radiant light. However, the Saint's Dao Light Pillar within Chen Dong's sea of consciousness was instantly drained. All the power he had accumulated in it, plus the Saintly Dao Radiance he gained from slaying a Nascent Soul Great Demon while at a lower Realm, was only enough to sustain the domain for a single breath. But for that one breath, Chen Dong felt as if not even the Celestial Dao itself could touch him.

This was a trump card Chen Dong had never used before. While he often consumed Saintly Dao Radiance for lesser tasks, he had rarely faced true life-or-death peril. But in this moment, Murong Qing stood no chance against the Divine Techniques of so many Nascent Soul Great Demons. Chen Dong's entire pursuit of power was to protect those he wished to protect and to control his own destiny. Therefore, he did not hesitate for a second—not as long as it meant Murong Qing would live.

After that one breath passed, the Demon Kings did not resume their assault. Instead, they all stared grimly at Chen Dong.

They had never seen such a technique. A mere Golden Core Stage cultivator had actually blocked so many of their Innate Divine Techniques. It was just as Ao Tian had said: this human was no ordinary man. No wonder he was the one a cultivator as brilliant as Tian Sisi had chosen.

If he and Tian Sisi both grew to the Nascent Soul Stage, the balance of power between the Human and Demon Races would surely be overturned. Such a prodigy could not be allowed to live!

Fortunately, the heavens had blessed the Demon Race. A man like this had actually wandered into the Demon Realm. Killing him would also cripple Tian Sisi, eliminating the threat to their race in a single stroke.

The Demon Kings exchanged a look, excluding Ao Tian from their silent agreement. Ao Jun was the hope of the Jiao Race, not the hope of the entire Demon Race. Even if it meant Ao Jun's death, they had to eliminate Chen Dong. No cost was too great!

In an instant, their wills aligned. Eleven Demon Kings charged directly at Chen Dong.

Ao Tian's face contorted with rage, but he knew this outcome was inevitable. Ao Jun was the Jiao Race's hope for elevating their bloodline; he had to save his son if there was even a sliver of a chance. As he lunged toward Ao Jun, he bellowed, "Chen Dong, if you want that girl to live, get away from her!"

Chen Dong, of course, understood the reasoning. The aftershocks from a full-powered attack by a Nascent Soul Stage expert were not something Murong Qing, at her Foundation Establishment Stage, could possibly withstand. Since she refused to leave, his only option was to risk everything.

Chen Dong instantly pulled back. Within his sea of consciousness, only the Six Paths of Radiance from the Red Dust Dao and the Yellow Springs Dao remained. Facing twelve Demon Kings, Magic from the Golden Core Realm was useless. He could only rely on the Six Paths Divine Techniques.

The light pillar of the Yellow Springs Dao was instantly consumed. A Cyan Dragon coiled out from Chen Dong's body, swelling with the wind until it was impossibly vast in a mere moment. AOWOO! A dragon's cry shook the heavens as the Cyan Dragon swept toward the twelve Demon Kings.

'What kind of technique is this?!'

The same thought surfaced in the minds of all twelve Demon Kings. The power radiating from this Cyan Dragon was truly staggering.

The twelve Demon Kings, despite their incredible speed, were actually stopped as the Cyan Dragon coiled around them. A terrifying binding force erupted, making them feel as if they had been plunged into a swamp. This restrictive power seemed intent on binding all twelve of them together.

"How absurd!" Pengshan roared, instantly revealing his true form: a wild boar the size of a mountain. He charged straight for the Cyan Dragon.

The Golden Roc, a Phantom Leopard, the Ape, and the Giant Deer also revealed their true forms.

But as large as the Cyan Dragon was, it was no match for the combined might of five Demon Kings in their true forms. The moment it tried to coil around them, they began to tear it to shreds.

It was only a single Cyan Dragon; to think it could face twelve Demon Kings was a fool's dream. The remaining Demon Kings closed in on Chen Dong, one after another, their Divine Techniques and Magic raining down upon him...