Chapter 245: Battling a True Immortal!

Listening to Jiangxin's urgent broadcast.

Lu Qingyang's eyebrows shot up instantly.

"Level Ten?"

After all, even an ordinary Supreme was only rated at Level Nine in terms of danger.

This was a setting Lu Qingyang himself had established for Jiangxin.

But now the danger level had actually reached Level Ten.

What did that mean?

It meant an existence surpassing the Great Vehicle had descended!

Thinking of this, Lu Qingyang did not dare delay.

His figure instantly flickered into the high skies.

Gazing far in all directions.

He saw a mass of dark, oppressive clouds rapidly closing in from the horizon.

What is that?

Lu Qingyang's face turned grave.

Within the depths of those dense dark clouds, dozens of auras belonging to Demon Race Supremes in human form were surging wildly.

And as the horde of demons drew closer, Lu Qingyang's expression grew ever more shocked.

Because he actually saw dozens of Human Race Great Vehicle cultivators chained up like dogs on chains.

Each person even wore a specially crafted collar around their neck.

And behind these Human Race Great Vehicle cultivators, a young man in silver robes with a handsome, godlike face stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down at Lu Qingyang with utter mockery.

Despite being separated by thousands of kilometers.

Lu Qingyang could still sense a powerful oppressive force from this man's body.

Just what is this person's background?

Lu Qingyang's brows furrowed tightly.

He could naturally tell that this silver-robed young man's origins were anything but simple.

Every Demon Venerable around him was incomparably reverent.

"I've seen the portrait of the one beside him. That should be the Demon Race Overlord, Ao Ye."

"But this one I've never seen before. Could he be from the Upper Realm?"

As Lu Qingyang speculated, he also readied his defenses.

And as the horde of demons drew closer, the demonic qi flooding the skies shot straight to the clouds.

This caused disciples of the Chaotian Sect to soar into the air one after another, preparing to meet the enemy.

Hundreds of thousands of Blood-Energy Puppet Armor also mobilized.

Ma Liang and four Ninth-Rank Puppets instantly appeared behind Lu Qingyang.

"Sect Master!"

Looking at the distant horde of demons, Ma Liang bowed respectfully toward Lu Qingyang's back.

And just as he was about to ask for a strategy, he suddenly noticed several familiar figures within the distant demon clouds.

"That's… Council Lord Li!"

"And… the Vast Sea Supreme!"

Looking at that familiar figure in the distance, Ma Liang's pupils constricted as he cried out in shock.

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingyang instantly understood who the two people Ma Liang spoke of were.

"That's the Council Lord of the Sect Management Council, Li Tianxuan?"

"And the Supreme Great Vehicle guarding Qingnan Shengzhou, the Vast Sea Supreme?"

Lu Qingyang was somewhat astonished.

Clearly, he too had never imagined that the Human Race's strongest combat power, the Council Lord of the Sect Management Council, would be captured by the Demon Race.

"This battle… is a bit tough."

Lu Qingyang took a deep breath, a grave light flickering in his eyes.

Forget it, let's just fight first and talk later.

Lu Qingyang let out a low roar and stomped his foot.

Instantly, the aura around his body trembled violently.

"Bzz~"

A vast force instantly swept outward, causing the surrounding void to tremble intensely.

Then, his figure abruptly shot up, transforming into a thousand-meter giant in the blink of an eye.

This was not him activating the power of his Immortal Armor, but fully operating the Shaman Cultivation Method.

His body instantly enlarged.

Watching this scene, Ao Yi's eyes glinted from within the demon horde.

"Hm? I never imagined I'd see a Human Race cultivator with such a powerful physique in the lower realm!"

"Not bad, not bad!"

"But in my eyes, you're nothing more than a slightly bulkier ant!"

Ao Yi licked his lips, his face showing excitement.

Then, rolling Immortal Might burst forth from him toward Lu Qingyang across thousands of kilometers.

"Boom!"

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar abruptly exploded.

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

A terrifying storm of energy instantly spread outward, shattering the surrounding void to pieces.

Endless smoke and dust surged skyward, plunging the entire Thirty-Three Heavens—the mothership—into chaos.

"This is… Immortal Might!"

"Sure enough! This bastard came down from the Upper Realm!"

Sensing this vast Immortal Might, Lu Qingyang's pupils constricted slightly.

But he quickly steadied his mind.

He had truly run countless Simulations, and Immortals were not something he had never seen.

Judging by the momentum, the other party was at most a First-Turn True Immortal.

"Hmph!"

"A mere True Immortal, and you dare act so brazenly!"

Feeling the oppression brought by this Immortal Might, Lu Qingyang hesitated no longer.

He directly activated his Immortal Armor.

At the same time, that Second-Tier Immortal Sword was summoned to his side.

And that Immortal-White Spear was also gripped in his hand.

His entire being stood upon the earth like a heavenly soldier, a heavenly general.

His towering body blocked the path of the demon horde.

Vast Immortal Might radiated from several Immortal Artifacts.

This caused the horde of demons to pause involuntarily.

They sensed an enormous threat.

As for Ao Yi, he was shocked and simultaneously overjoyed.

How could that possibly be!

You bastard actually have treasures like this?

Ao Yi looked at the Immortal Artifacts in Lu Qingyang's hands, his expression shifting several times.

"Good, good, good!"

"This trip to the lower realm truly is my, Ao Yi's, fated opportunity!"

Feeling the pressure emanating from the Immortal Artifacts around Lu Qingyang.

Ao Yi felt an inexplicable surge of excitement.

He had trained and struggled in the Upper Realm for so long and only had a single First-Tier Immortal Artifact.

Yet now, a mere lower-realm Human Race cultivator casually pulled out a Second-Tier Immortal Sword and several First-Tier Immortal Artifacts.

Ao Yi's face twitched several times, his eyes filled with greed.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately released his true body!

"ROAR!"

Ao Yi threw back his head and let out a long cry.

Instantly, he transformed into a True Dragon fully ten thousand meters long, its entire body a crimson red.

A pair of crimson dragon horns radiated scorching flames, emitting an endless aura of destruction.

A ferocious dragon mouth, sharp fangs.

Its entire body covered in crimson scales.

"Human Race! Hand over your treasures! This seat may spare your life!"

Ao Yi's massive dragon head tilted slightly upward, looking at Lu Qingyang, his eyes filled with greed.

Behind him, dozens of Demon Race Supremes also released their true bodies one after another.

One after another, monstrous beasts towering a thousand meters coiled in the sky, their auras extremely ferocious.

Among them, a pitch-black True Dragon was none other than Ao Ye!

"Hand them over? Are all True Immortals this shameless?"

"If you have the guts, come take them yourself!"

Lu Qingyang looked at Ao Ye expressionlessly.

And every Human Race cultivator present, watching this earth-shaking scene, held their breath one after another, their faces filled with shock.

The Chaotian Sect's disciples had never imagined that the enemy would actually be a Dragon Clan member at the True Immortal stage!

And those Human Race Great Vehicle cultivators enslaved by Ao Yi had also never imagined that there was actually a figure like Lu Qingyang in the Prison Dragon Realm.

Casually pulling out Immortal Artifacts with every move!

Li Tianxuan was also dumbfounded.

Having dealt with the Upper Realm before, he knew very well how difficult it was for Immortal Artifacts to come down to the lower realm.

"In that case, there might actually be a chance of winning!"

Looking at Lu Qingyang's towering figure in the distance, Li Tianxuan murmured to himself…