"Humans?"
Before the north gate of Moyun Palace, Demon Lord Xin Ren's eyes flickered with battle intent as he looked at the White Tiger Legion, all clad in silver-white armor.
To hold their ground without engaging was not the way of Demon Lord Xin Ren. Although the demon race's powerful foundation had been severely weakened, Xin Ren, in his understanding of martial arts, still possessed strong confidence.
Two balls of flame flickered in his hands, wisps of demonic energy coiling around them, dispelling the intense heat to reveal two meteor hammers.
"Human, who dares to die!"
The meteor hammers danced in his hands, and Demon Lord Xin Ren's fierce gaze fell upon the several heroes at the forefront of the White Tiger Legion's formation.
Yang Ye, his hand on his long sword, stood on the war chariot. The battle flags fluttered, commanding the four directions, with the main generals and their deputies standing at his sides, their gazes cold, utterly disregarding Demon Lord Xin Ren.
"Generals, this battle will see the north gate of Moyun Palace fall into our hands. With one more push, the demon race will surely be annihilated!"
"Whoever goes to meet the enemy, this marshal will record a great merit for them!"
Yang Ye's right hand rested on the long sword at his waist, and he let out a hearty laugh, stroking his beard with his left hand as he looked at the heroes beside him.
"Marshal, this humble subordinate is willing to go!"
Han Shizhong stepped forward first, bowing respectfully to Yang Ye.
"Good, General Han has just entered the ranks of Top-tier Venerables, reaching the pinnacle of martial arts. You will lead the charge in this battle, and victory will surely be ours!"
"Thank you, Marshal!"
"Han Shizhong of the White Tiger Legion of the Great Han Imperial Dynasty is here! Demons, cease your insolence!"
*Boom!*
As the words fell, Han Shizhong, wielding his long saber, shot out like lightning. His speed was incredibly fast, the whistling sound like muffled thunder. The saber in his hand flashed with cold light, like a silver-white divine dragon, soaring through the void.
"Han Shizhong?"
Demon Lord Xin Ren frowned slightly. Seeing that it wasn't Yang Ye, He Yuanqing, or others, his face showed a hint of disappointment. However, as he saw the cold gleam and astonishing power emanating from Han Shizhong's saber, his battle intent flared intensely.
"I shall slay you first, then kill Yang Ye and his ilk!"
The meteor hammers vibrated in the void, the soft ropes in Demon Lord Xin Ren's hands seeming to possess a consciousness of their own, shuttling through the air with trajectories that were difficult to pinpoint. At the other end of the ropes, blood-red light crisscrossed, the sharp edges tearing through space. The fierce momentum, coupled with its razor-sharp edge, shook the very stars in the sky.
Han Shizhong let out a cold laugh. How dare this arrogant fellow presume to slay him? His eyes, like those of a viper, quietly watched the vibrating meteor hammers in the void.
Suddenly, a sharp glint appeared in his eyes. Han Shizhong raised his saber abruptly and slashed horizontally.
A river of silver-white light surged forth, accompanied by dazzling saber energy that flashed with traces of blood-red light. From the end of the silver-white river in the void, it shot out, tearing through space, utterly terrifying.
*Bang!*
Han Shizhong's face turned cold, a hint of surprise in his expression. He hadn't expected a Top-tier Venerable of the demon race to be so terrifyingly powerful, not to be underestimated.
"Heh heh!!"
"You are not bad!"
Demon Lord Xin Ren looked at Han Shizhong coldly, battle intent flashing in his eyes: "Humans have indeed begun to flourish again. I have meditated on martial arts for hundreds of thousands of years, and you, with only a handful of years, are already my match. Good, very good!"
"But this is more interesting!"
"Watch this!"
Demon Lord Xin Ren moved his left hand slightly, and a streak of starlight flashed to Han Shizhong's right. The fierce momentum was like a colossal divine mountain, pressing down on his right cheek, causing it to slightly collapse. The sharp edge began to cut into Han Shizhong's flesh.
*Whirr~~~*
*Screech~~*
The saber sliced across the soft rope, pushing it horizontally and wedging the meteor hammer an inch away. Han Shizhong's eyes were cold. He gripped his saber with his left hand and pressed down. The saber struck the meteor hammer, creating brilliant sparks.
"This Demon Lord Xin Ren is quite interesting."
From the distant void, He Yuanqing, holding his twin hammers, stared intently at Demon Lord Xin Ren and said in a deep voice, "He is several times stronger than the demon lords we have killed before. A worthy martial artist."
"General He, if our army advances another hundred miles, we will reach the Moyun Palace of the Western Regions. There, we will find even more powerful demon top-tier Venerables, Demon Ancestor and Demon Lord Tian Si. What do you say, are you interested?"
Wu Jie stroked his saber and glanced at the intensely spirited He Yuanqing.
"Enough!"
Yang Ye stood up, gazing at Han Shizhong and Demon Lord Xin Ren, who were locked in a fierce battle in the distance. They were evenly matched, a true clash of titans, and for the moment, it was difficult to determine a victor. This was Han Shizhong's prey and opponent, and it was not appropriate for them to interfere.
"The entire army advances!"
Yang Ye glanced at the surging battlefield in the void and said coldly, "He is a formidable general, but merely a general!"
The north gate had only one Top-tier Venerable, Xin Ren. Without him, capturing the north gate would be as easy as flipping one's palm.
"Heh heh!!"
He Yuanqing clenched his twin hammers tightly and shot out like an arrow. The hammers vibrated, shaking the void, and struck the anti-air formation above the north gate. A storm of primal energy swept across the sky, and layers of golden ripples spread across the anti-air formation, only causing a few negligible cracks.
"Hmm?"
Wu Jie frowned slightly. "What a powerful anti-air formation! General He, allow me to assist you!"
"Slash!"
A saber strike unleashed a vast ocean of energy that crashed down, battering the anti-air formation. Cracks spread across it, and golden light blazed, but it still didn't completely shatter.
Countless demon soldiers watched in terror as the anti-air formation above was covered in cracks. This formation had been personally refined by the previous Demon Ancestor and was capable of withstanding a single blow from a Top-tier Venerable.
"Break!"
He Yuanqing roared. In the distance, Demon Lord Xin Ren turned back in haste, his eyes narrowing sharply. He shouted, "You lowly humans, you are despicable!"
"You are despicable!"
"Despicable?"
"You should worry about yourself!"
Han Shizhong's saber flashed horizontally, silver light obscuring the void, like a divine sun descending, its might shaking the nine heavens.
"With you alone?"
"Even if the north gate falls today, I will still fight you despicable beings to the death!"
*Boom!*
Demon Lord Xin Ren vigorously pulled his soft ropes, gripping the meteor hammers in both hands. His body moved rapidly, leaving afterimages throughout the void. The fierce momentum became even more terrifying as he struck downwards towards He Yuanqing and Wu Jie above the anti-air formation!
"How dare you!"
Han Shizhong roared. His body suddenly vanished, appearing behind Demon Lord Xin Ren. Saber energy blazed across a thousand miles, his entire body exuding blood-red energy. The saber flew, its shadows dense, transforming into countless blade-light!
*Boom!*
The blade-shadows struck. Demon Lord Xin Ren's eyes turned bloodshot. He abandoned his attack on He Yuanqing, Wu Jie, and the others, and forcefully twisted his offensive. The violent force of the twist was a self-inflicted wound.
His tiger's mouth split open, and his arms exploded with a thin mist of blood. Demon Lord Xin Ren's face contorted in a grimace as he let out a ferocious roar. His twin hammers shielded his body as countless blade-intentions rained down!
Demonic energy rolled and dispersed in the void. The silver-white blade-light was continuously shattered, and layers of terrifying primal energy storms swept in all directions.