Chapter 222: Lock Him Up and Beat Him!

Li Tianxuan couldn't understand.

But he knew the truth could not be so.

What he sought now was simply for the Chaotian Sect to hold out a while longer in the Demon Domain.

To buy the Human Race a chance to catch their breath…

The Demon Domain. Aboard Lu Qingyang's Dharma Ship.

He and Ma Liang stood at the bow.

Watching the cloud vapor at the edge of the sky gradually thicken and darken.

Lu Qingyang knew that was no natural phenomenon.

It was demon beasts gathering, forming a dense demonic mist.

This meant the Demon Race's army was already extremely close.

And by the time Lu Qingyang could see it.

The Demon Race Supreme had long since discovered them.

"Clan Chief!"

"A Human Race Dharma Ship has been spotted ahead!"

"It must be the true culprit who killed Xuan Ming and Xuan An!"

The Xuanji Clan. Beside Xuan Li, a fellow clansman Supreme reported loudly.

"Oh?"

A hint of delight surfaced between Xuan Li's brows.

"Quick! Speed up! We must take that Dharma Ship!"

"Also, send word to the Giant Lion Clan. Have them form an encirclement with us!"

"Yes!"

The Xuanji Clan Supreme accepted the order and withdrew.

Soon, dozens of streaks of light tore through the sky, shooting toward the distant Dharma Ship.

At the same time.

Juhuo also rose into the air with dozens of Tier-Eight and Tier-Nine demon beasts from his clan.

"BOOM!"

The demon clouds burst with thunder.

A berserk aura instantly swept in all directions.

The demons' auras surged, blotting out the heavens.

"They're here."

Lu Qingyang looked up.

Gazing into the distance.

"Elder Ma, do not leave my side."

"Be careful not to be wounded by the Demon Race."

Lu Qingyang gave a soft instruction, then his figure slowly rose.

He trod upon the void, looking down at what lay ahead, like a Banished Immortal.

"Yes!"

Ma Liang bowed in acknowledgment.

Not daring to be distracted, he immediately positioned himself at Lu Qingyang's side, standing suspended in the air.

"BOOM!"

Heaven and earth shook, dark clouds rolled.

Endless demon clouds descended, shrouding the entire sky.

"Scree—"

A crisp eagle cry tore through the sky.

The Xuanji Demon Race excelled at speed.

In less than the time it took to brew a cup of tea, they had already surged to all four sides of Lu Qingyang's Dharma Ship!

One after another, their true forms were fully unleashed, like mountains and peaks, majestic and ferocious.

Their wings beat, sending out waves of Astral Wind that churned up a sky full of demon clouds!

"Screech!"

Among them, the largest at the lead, a colossal Black Fowl over a thousand meters in size, spread its wings in flight.

Its entire body was feathered in ink-black.

Its hide was covered in scars.

Its sharp beak was like a blade, incomparably keen.

A pair of eyes, crimson as burning flames, radiating a terrifying heat.

"Human!"

"How dare you kill my clansmen!"

Xuan Li roared.

The sound waves rolled and surged, deafening as thunder.

"Noisy!"

Lu Qingyang flicked his finger, and a flying sword instantly shot out through the air.

"Whoosh—"

Sword qi tore through the sky, and in an instant pierced through this Xuanji Clan Chief's wing!

"Splurt—"

Blood sprayed, splattering onto the clansman beside it.

"Hiss—"

"How could that possibly be!"

The surrounding demons all stared at Lu Qingyang in shock and terror.

Their Clan Chief was a majestic Ninth-Tier Peak Supreme.

Even comparable to a Half-Step Pseudo-Immortal!

His physique was already terrifyingly tough.

Yet he had been severely wounded by a single strike from this mere Human Race cultivator!

How could they not be shocked?

And Xuan Li, in the midst of the pain, felt even more inexplicable terror.

It sensed that the aura Lu Qingyang had just released was only Dao Integration, merely equivalent to a Tier-Seven demon beast.

But that flying sword of his was extremely fierce, containing boundless Immortal Might.

"Just who are you!"

"How has my Xuanji Clan offended you!"

Xuan Li asked in shock.

But before Lu Qingyang could speak.

The slower Giant Lion Clan and a host of Demon Venerables also arrived.

Looking at the wounded Xuan Li and that pierced wing, their pupils contracted sharply.

"Xuan Li!"

Juhuo, who had unleashed his true form wreathed in blazing flames, looked toward the injured Xuan Li.

A flash of terror passed through its eyes, but it quickly steadied itself, turning a cold gaze upon Lu Qingyang.

"So the clansmen left behind in my clan were your doing!"

"I had thought there was no way a Human Race cultivator could possess such strength."

"Now it seems you do have some skill, to actually wound Xuan Li!"

"In that case, let This Seat properly test you. Today shall be the day you fall!"

"KILL!"

The moment the words fell, flames boiled around Juhuo's body.

Roaring fire blazed, surging into the sky.

It opened its mouth and spat, and a crimson-gold fireball flew from its throat.

The fireball was the size of a mountain peak, its temperature scorching, as if it could incinerate all things.

Looking at this flame-wreathed lion before him.

Lu Qingyang felt the skin of his face burning hot.

With his own cultivation, he naturally could not withstand the attack of a peak Supreme.

So he did not dare be careless. With a shake of his wrist.

A set of rough Immortal-White Armor covered his entire body, shielding him firmly within.

At the same time, he mobilized the vast spiritual power within him.

Instantly, immense spiritual power surged.

Converging on his fist, dazzling and brilliant.

"Bzz—"

His fist struck like lightning, the gauntlet slamming hard into that massive fireball.

"Bang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Magma coursed.

Meteorites plummeted.

A mushroom cloud filled with black smoke rose from the void where Lu Qingyang had stood.

Rolling smoke and dust concealed Lu Qingyang's figure.

But not a single Demon Venerable present dared relax their vigilance.

On the contrary, every Demon Venerable in that moment wore eyes of terror, faces pale, cold sweat dripping.

Because they knew — that Human Race cultivator was not dead!

Sure enough.

The next moment.

A momentum vast as the ocean abruptly surged upward from the rolling dust.

"Crack…"

The air around Lu Qingyang cracked inch by inch.

The Dharma Ship beneath him had been blasted to fragments.

Then he stepped out, his robes flapping loudly.

"Clang!"

With a wave of Lu Qingyang's hand.

The Second-Tier Immortal Sword hovered at his left side.

In his right hand, a slender Immortal-White Spear was held reverse-gripped.

Ma Liang's figure had vanished.

He had already been sent away by Lu Qingyang.

And in this moment, threads of Death Qi abruptly rose through the surrounding heaven and earth.

Like a cage, trapping Lu Qingyang and the demons together!

"Heh heh, I originally intended to trap you all here until you died."

"After all, once this formation opens, apart from the Formation Master, even a True Immortal descending to the mortal world might not be able to open it."

"But who knew that after playing a few exchanges with you, I suddenly felt trapping you to death was too boring. So…"

At this point, Lu Qingyang suddenly paused.

He took a step forward, and a sky-shaking, ferocious Immortal Might erupted!

Like a Banished Immortal awakening!

"So I've decided. I'll beat you all to death alive."

The moment the words fell.

A terrifying aura directly locked onto Xuan Li and the many Demon Venerables.

"Thud!"

In that instant.

Xuan Li and the many Demon Venerables all fell to their knees.

Every one of them trembling.

As if they had encountered the most terrifying existence in the world.

"This… this is Immortal Might!"

"He… he's using an Immortal Artifact!"

"That's right, this is absolutely an Immortal Artifact! This aura is identical to the one the Instant Cauldron gives off!"

"No! The aura of that sword beside him is even more terrifying than the Instant Cauldron!"