175: Chapter 174 The Law of Heaven and Earth

His gaze shifted away from the Formation Plate and looked up at the dark seawater overhead.

In the distance, vibrations could be faintly felt; that was the slaughter on the front lines.

Countless sea demons were fighting for their lives against the Human Race Cultivators, and countless living beings were dying.

It was not enough; more blood and more souls were needed.

He closed his eyes, his massive body trembling slightly in the darkness.

It was not fear; it was excitement.

Soon, it would be soon.

Just at that moment, a beam of faint light shot out from the darkness.

The light was so faint that it was almost invisible, but it moved at extreme speed—so fast that the Great Demon Lord had not even reacted before the light was already before his eyes.

It was a flying needle, as thin as an ox hair and entirely deep blue, trailing a faint streak in the darkness.

He did not dodge.

He raised his hand; the movement was not fast, yet it blocked the flying needle's path perfectly.

With a gentle pinch of two fingers, he caught the flying needle steadily at his fingertips.

The potent poison on the needle began to take effect the moment it touched his scales, but his scales were too thick, and the toxin could not penetrate.

He applied a little force, and the flying needle trembled between his fingers, emitting a soft sound.

Then, with a flick, the flying needle returned along its original path, moving even faster than before, heading straight into the depths of the darkness.

"Since you've already come, why keep hiding?"

The Great Demon Lord did not ask who it was, why, or how they had gotten in.

He did not ask because he did not care.

Whoever it was, and whatever the reason, since they had come, they would stay.

He raised one of his foreclaws and struck down fiercely in the direction the flying needle had flown.

The entire palace trembled, and cracks spread across the walls like spiderwebs. That terrifying force passed through layers of seawater, reached the surface, and stirred up giant waves dozens of zhang high.

The flying needle bounced back even faster than it had gone.

Yun Ming dodged to the side. The needle grazed his cheek and flew past, nailing itself into the coral wall behind him, blasting a large hole in the entire wall.

He did not retreat either; instead, he took a step forward.

Since he had been discovered, there was no need to hide.

He also wanted to test whether he had actually made any progress over these years.

In any case, he was not afraid of death, and since he could live again after dying, he might as well have a good fight with this one.

His figure suddenly shot upward.

Ten zhang.

It was not an illusion, nor a trick of light and shadow; it was truly ten zhang.

His robes tore apart, revealing the silver-white moonlight flowing frost robe underneath.

That magical robe also grew in size, wrapping tightly around his body without tearing a single thread.

This was Law of Heaven and Earth, the only colored item he had drawn in these past dozen years.

The probability of him drawing colored items was getting lower and lower; previously, he could get one in a few thousand draws, but now, he might not even see a glimmer of colored light in tens of thousands of draws.

However, low probability or not, the power of colored items never disappointed.

He had been Cultivating Law of Heaven and Earth for over a dozen years, and he was still only at the introductory stage.

A ten-zhang figure, a more than tenfold increase, and his movements were without any sluggishness.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and the power surging from the depths of his body made him want to let out a roar to the heavens.

The Great Demon Lord raised his head, looking at the little person before him who had suddenly grown larger, and narrowed his eyes.

Ten zhang was still too small in front of him.

He was dozens of zhang long just by coiling there, and if he fully stretched out, he would be over a hundred zhang.

But the aura on this person was not right. It was not the aura that a Golden Core Middle Stage should have, nor even what a Late Golden Core Stage should have.

There was something in that aura that instinctively made him feel uneasy.

He could not say what it was, but he did not like this feeling.

Yun Ming did not give him time to think.

The cauldron of all things mother qi flew out from his sleeve, expanding in the wind and becoming dozens of zhang in size in the blink of an eye. The Golden Flames at the cauldron's mouth burned so brightly that the entire palace lit up. The zhoutian yuan-magnetic realm-suppressing tower hung above his head, and the Magnetic Force, like an invisible giant hand, solidified the space for several miles around into a solid block. He gripped the array-breaking sword in his hand, the formation patterns on the blade shining blindingly bright. The xuanming heaven-covering umbrella hung behind him, its canopy unfurled, and black, eerie light cascaded down like a waterfall.

He charged over without any hesitation.

The Great Demon Lord did not retreat.

He raised a foreclaw and struck down towards Yun Ming.

That claw was too big—so big it covered half the palace, so big that when Yun Ming looked up, he could only see the lines on its palm.

The claw was covered in deep blue scales, each one the size of a washbasin, flashing with a cold light in the fire.

Yun Ming did not dodge; the cauldron of all things mother qi flew up to meet it, mouth facing upward, and Golden Flames erupted, colliding with the giant claw.

With a boom, the flames exploded, and the giant claw was scorched and shrank back.

The cauldron flew back, and Yun Ming reached out to catch it, retreating three steps.

The Great Demon Lord also retreated one step, looked down at his claw, and saw a charred mark on the scales.

He had not felt pain for a long time.

He began to get serious.

Both giant claws struck down simultaneously, faster and heavier than before.

Yun Ming held the cauldron in his left hand, the body of the cauldron transforming into a golden barrier that blocked one claw; with his right hand, he gripped the sword, and the array-breaking sword slashed out a sharp beam of sword light, forcing the other claw back.

The Great Demon Lord's tail swept in from the side with astonishing speed; Yun Ming had no time to dodge and was struck squarely.

The moonlight flowing frost robe blocked most of the force for him, but he was still sent flying, crashing through the wall of the palace and landing on the street outside.

The Great Demon Lord followed him out.

His figure looked even larger than it did inside the palace; his hundred-zhang-long body coiled above the city, crushing a large area of the buildings constructed from shells and bones.

His scales shimmered in the deep blue light, each one breathing, inhaling and exhaling the Spiritual Qi of the heavens and earth.

His eyes were golden, with vertical pupils, as cold as two blocks of ice.

He looked at Yun Ming as if looking at a stone that had fallen from the sky.

Yun Ming climbed out of the ruins and spat out the sand in his mouth.

Two of his ribs were broken; the moonlight flowing frost robe had blocked most of the impact, but the vibration had still been transmitted into his body.

He circulated the Cold Spring Jade Quenching Record, and his broken bones healed rapidly.

He looked up at the behemoth in the sky, took a deep breath, and charged up again.

Countless beams of sword light poured down like a rainstorm, each one carrying sharp Sword Intent, piercing onto the scales of the Great Demon Lord and emitting crisp clanging sounds.

Those sword lights left white marks on the scales, but they did not pierce through.

The Great Demon Lord's defense was too strong; attacks from the Golden Core Stage were like scratching an itch in front of him.

But Yun Ming did not care whether he could pierce through or not; he only needed to hold it back.

He simultaneously cast the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Curse, and lightning filled the sky, descending and striking the body of the Great Demon Lord.

The lightning exploded on those deep blue scales, electric arcs darting everywhere, and the Great Demon Lord let out a low, muffled grunt.

He was not afraid of lightning, but the places that were struck would still hurt.

The Great Demon Lord began to retaliate.

He opened his mouth, and a blue beam of light erupted from it, heading straight for Yun Ming. The beam was absurdly thick, thicker than Yun Ming's entire body.

Yun Ming had no time to dodge and could only unfurl the xuanming heaven-covering umbrella to block in front of him.

The beam of light struck the canopy of the umbrella, the black, eerie light fiercely clashing with the blue light.

Yun Ming was pushed backward by that force, his feet plowing two deep trenches into the ground.

The eerie light on the canopy was depleting rapidly, and his Spiritual Qi was also being consumed rapidly.

After three breaths, the beam of light dissipated.

The eerie light on the canopy had dimmed by more than half, and Yun Ming's arms were trembling.

He did not stop.

The cauldron of all things mother qi flew out again. This time, the cauldron body did not grow in size but remained at its normal size, moving as fast as a shooting star.

The cauldron body slammed into the Great Demon Lord's head, the Golden Flames exploded, burning the scales there until they curled up.

The Great Demon Lord hissed in pain, his massive body shrinking back.

He looked down at the scorched area, and finally, there was anger in his eyes.

He violently shook his head, using his chin to knock the cauldron of all things mother qi away.

The cauldron tumbled in the air a few times, and with a wave of Yun Ming's hand, it flew back into his possession.