Great Demon Sun Wukong

With a silent sigh of dismay, Blade Master Old Wang was filled with regret. He had been too indecisive, missing this opportunity. It would likely be much more difficult to kill Yao Wumeng in the future. Moreover, after this battle, Yao Wumeng's cultivation would undoubtedly receive a tremendous boost. If they fought again next time, Old Wang wouldn't have an ounce of confidence. Discover hidden content at empire

But there was no time now to think about anything else. Standing high above, those five people, four men, and one woman, each emitted an extremely dangerous aura. Old Wang knew that these were the reinforcements from the Myriad Demons Country. He recognized the five individuals and had seen them more than once!

During each Six Kingdoms War, these five people would always be seen alongside the Myriad Demon King. Although familiar, he never had a confrontation with them, and while the Netherworld World was not friendly with the Myriad Demons Country, their relationship had not escalated to outright hostility!

The five individuals were Fen Yan, Mo Can, Chu Zhan, Jue Cha, and Han Ling, with Jue Cha carrying Yao Wumeng. These five were the Five Demon Gods of the Myriad Demons Country, each with the strength of top-level Domain Lords, truly second only to one and above tens of thousands within the Myriad Demons Country.

The six existing Great Divine Nations each had a formidable team known to all to deter others. For example, the Netherworld World had the Five Great War Generals, and Old Wang was one of them. The Myriad Demons Country had the Five Demon Gods—the five people who had just arrived. The remaining Great Divine Nations all had teams of five or six individuals with the strength of top-level Domain Lords.

Speaking of which, the political hierarchy of the Six Great Divine Nations must be mentioned. At the very top are the six Domain Lords who possess the World Suppressing Steles. Each Domain Lord is personally chosen by the Steles, their strength far surpassing anyone in the Six Great Divine Nations.

Without the recognition of a World Suppressing Stele, even with exceptional talent, abundant resources, and time, it would be impossible to match the Domain Lords. Therefore, the six Domain Lords are like living gods, wielding absolute ruling power.

Below the Domain Lords are the six Guardians! These Guardians can be considered the strongest below the Lords. Although they lack the Heavenly Steles, their combat power is unmatched by ordinary Domain Lord strength. By having the strength of a Domain Lord here, it refers to those who have successfully integrated with the Nine Law and become Nine Patterns Supreme.

Since the Steles choose the Domain Lords from among these individuals, and their strength is far beyond the Nine Patterns Supreme, they are thus referred to as Domain Lord-level powerhouses.

However, the gap in strength at the same level can be vast. For example, Old Wang's strength places him among the top Domain Lord-level powerhouses, but he still falls short compared to the six Guardians.

So, when Old Wang saw the five individuals above, his heart raced, but he remained relatively calm; after all, this was the Netherworld World, and if the Myriad Demons Country's Five Demon Gods had appeared, the Netherworld World's Five Battle Generals would surely take action. Otherwise, any ordinary Nine Patterns Supreme would be instantly killed by them!

With this thought, Old Wang planted his long sword into the ground, then raised his head with cupped hands and said, "And who might you be? If it isn't the renowned Five Demon Gods of the Myriad Demons Country. Might I ask, what brings such distinguished guests here?"

The five individuals exchanged glances upon seeing Old Wang not fleeing but instead striking up a conversation. Fen Yan nodded to the one named Mo Can. Mo Can, appearing as a frail scholar with a brush the length of an arm attached to his waist, and spots of wear on his white clothes, exuded an indescribable elegance and scholarly air.

Taking a step forward, Mo Can returned the gesture and spoke, "Snow White Blade Old Wang, your fame as one of the Five Great War Generals of the Netherworld World precedes you. As for why we are here today, you probably have an idea, so let's skip the formalities.

It's true that our Five Demon Gods don't hold any deep grudge against you, but today, since you've harmed Yao Wumeng, as his martial uncle, I must seek enlightenment from you. Plus, you with your Snow White Blade are an elder and bullying the young, we as his martial uncle cannot turn a blind eye!"

Mo Can's words were watertight, and instantly placed Old Wang in the position of a bully. Under moral and logical grounds, Old Wang had to accept Mo Can's challenge. Otherwise, one of the Netherworld Five War Generals bullying a junior and yet fearing to face an elder's challenge would leave Old Wang disgraced!

Furthermore, Mo Can was not lying. The Destruction Sword Fenji, which Yao Wumeng wielded, was Fen Yan's famed weapon from the past. Fen Yan passed on the Fenji Sword to Yao Wumeng, recognizing the extraordinary talent for Sword Dao, deeming him almost a disciple. By that account, Mo Can was indeed Yao Wumeng's martial uncle.

But if you think Fen Yan's strength waned after parting with the Fenji Sword, you would be mistaken. Several individuals, hearing of Fen Yan's loss of the sword sought to duel him, only to meet their demise. For although he lost the Fenji Sword, Fen Yan obtained an even more formidable weapon!

After a moment's thought, Old Wang picked up the long sword from the ground and quickly retreated a distance. Taking a deep breath, he addressed Mo Can, "Come, let's see today if my King's Blade can match your Life-Ending Pen! It's said the scholarly Mo Can does not unsheathe his brush unless facing life or death. And I, Old Wang, have always been quite curious about that!"

"Heh, you flatter me too much. I've also been eager to witness the snow-white blade that made a name in a single battle and see if it's still as sharp as ever," retorted Mo Can. And just as he finished speaking, the figure that stood prominently atop Stone Mountain vanished. Simultaneously, down below, Old Wang swiftly raised his broad-bladed long sword, using it to shield himself.

Then, three or four drops of ink flew out of nowhere and fiercely struck the blade that Lao Wang had raised. Although they seemed harmless, the collision with the long knife caused Lao Wang's arms to shudder unexpectedly from the great impact of the ink droplets.

At that moment, Lao Wang sensed a strong gust of wind at his side and without thinking, he swung his blade horizontally. At the same time, he stepped three paces to the right, shifting from his original position. The horizontal slash cut through three arrows made of ink, breaking them instantly.

However, after breaking, they transformed back into three droplets of ink that passed through the spot where Lao Wang had just been standing.

If not for his exceptionally sensitive battle instincts, Lao Wang might have been hit. Seeing Mo Can's attack method so strange and unpredictable, Lao Wang couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling. If he were at his peak condition, the chances of victory would be fifty-fifty.

But now, he could only exert six or seven-tenths of his strength, which naturally put him at a disadvantage quickly during the fight with such a master. However, he wasn't yet at the point of immediate defeat!

After severing the three ink arrows, Lao Wang also caught sight of Mo Can. But that one glance made his hair stand on end, and a chill ran through his heart. Because in that brief moment, Lao Wang saw Mo Can standing at the base of Stone Mountain, with a drawn bow and arrow, aiming directly at him.

Both the bow and arrows were made of ink, but Lao Wang did not take them lightly; he grew even more cautious. The strength of those three drops of ink was already very strong. If he were to be hit by these arrows, even if he could block them with his King's Blade, the terrifying force would likely send him into disarray.

With this in mind, Lao Wang suddenly pulled out a jade vase from his chest and poured three drops of emerald liquid into his mouth. With one gulp, he swallowed it down. At the very moment when Lao Wang lowered his head to put back the jade vase, Mo Can's fingers danced rapidly, and three long arrows shot out in a trident formation.

The arrows sounded like thunder, and with a loud bang, they blasted a large hole where Lao Wang had been standing. However, Lao Wang's figure was gone, and as Mo Can nocked another three ink arrows, ready to fire, he lost sight of Lao Wang. Not daring to be negligent, Mo Can's Divine Consciousness Power surged out like a wide net, attempting to catch Lao Wang's trail.

Suddenly, Mo Can let out a muffled groan as if he was injured. And in that split second, Lao Wang appeared out of nowhere behind Mo Can. However, at this point, Lao Wang's figure was significantly thinner, and even the long knife in his hand had become a slender blade.

Without any hesitation, as soon as Lao Wang appeared, he struck with his blade toward Mo Can's waist. Sensing the killing intent and cold wind behind him, Mo Can had no time to dodge. Quickly releasing the bow and arrows in his hands, his right hand swept across his waist and the deadly pen he was carrying was already in his grasp, inverted. He barely managed to block the incoming slender blade.

As the saying goes, a longer weapon has its advantage but a shorter one brings peril. If it hadn't been for the deadly pen, which was only as long as an arm and thus could be swiftly drawn, Mo Can would have been cut in two. Had it been any other weapon, he would be in two pieces now.

With the deadly pen in his right hand blocking Lao Wang's long knife, Mo Can curled his left hand and suddenly had an axe made of ink in his grip. Simultaneously, with a flick of the deadly pen and seizing the momentum, he turned around, aiming to cleave Lao Wang's neck fiercely with the axe in his left hand.

For some reason, Lao Wang's speed and reflexes had greatly increased. As Mo Can flicked away the long knife, Lao Wang bent over, supporting himself with his left hand on the ground, flipping upside down, his legs stretched out horizontally. This move not only evaded Mo Can's axe but also allowed Lao Wang to make a diagonal slash with the long knife.

If this strike were to land, Mo Can felt he would certainly be either dead or critically injured.

At this moment, Mo Can's old strength had faded and his new strength had yet to emerge; he couldn't either dodge or escape. However, he did not panic; instead, his eyes suddenly emitted a burst of black light, and a suit of armor that seemed to be painted with ink appeared on his body in an instant.

Lao Wang's blade struck the armor, leaving only a visible slash but not harming Mo Can in the slightest.

Just as Mo Can was about to seize the opportunity to counterattack, he suddenly felt the approach of four powerful presences sweeping in, halting Mo Can's advance several steps back. Seeing the newcomers, all four people on Stone Mountain furrowed their brows, while Blade Master Lao Wang let out a sigh of relief.

The Netherworld Five Great War Generals had all arrived!

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