352: oppression

As soon as these words were spoken, the Yao Race camp immediately erupted in stifled sneers and echoes of agreement, and countless gazes—some mocking, some disdainful, some greedy—focused entirely on Mo Yu and Xiao Ruobai.

Nearby, some Human Race Cultivators also showed a slight commotion, subconsciously pulling back a small distance.

Pressure surged forth like an invisible tide.

However, Mo Yu merely lifted his eyelids languidly, his crimson-gold vertical pupils lightly sweeping over the clamoring blonde youth.

"Jin Lie, you can't even count how many times you've been defeated by me, can you?"

"Now that you see I've chosen a new master, you jump out so impatiently, putting on the airs of a victor..."

A flash of insight passed through Mo Yu's eyes, and his tone suddenly became sharp as a knife.

"Are you genuinely trying to uphold the dignity of the Yao Race, or are you just hoping I never return?

After all, as long as I remain in the Yao Race for a single day, you will be suppressed by me!"

Jin Lie's pupils instantly contracted, and the Demonic Qi around him solidified.

Surprisingly, he didn't fly into a rage. Instead, he let out a low, cold laugh, the anger in his eyes replaced by an extreme chill: "Mo Yu, you are still as sharp-tongued as ever."

The Demonic Qi around him began to oscillate with an extremely oppressive rhythm, and his voice grew colder: "A traitor is a traitor; why bother finding so many excuses?

Once we leave the Great Emperors Tomb, I will personally capture you and bring you back to the Ten Thousand Demons Valley to be judged by tribal Law!"

"As for now!"

Jin Lie curved his lips into a cruel arc, "You should first pray that your new patron can survive inside this Emperors Tomb."

"Capture me and bring me back to the Ten Thousand Demons Valley?"

Mo Yu slightly lifted his eyelids. He looked at Jin Lie, his tone as flat as if stating a simple fact.

"You, a defeated general, cannot."

Mo Yu stopped looking at him and turned toward the grim-faced Demon Lord of the Southern Domain: "I appreciate the Demon Lord's kindness."

"However, the path I have chosen, I will walk myself."

It did not look again at the Demon Lord, whose eyes had grown even more sinister because of this statement, nor did it pay attention to Jin Lie, who was practically spitting fire. It simply turned its head slightly.

It looked at the calm Xiao Ruobai beside it, and its massive head moved almost imperceptibly, yet unmistakably, half an inch closer to him.

This subtle movement held more power than any passionate declaration.

Go back? Isn't it much better to follow the future Great Emperor and enjoy prosperity?

The Demon Lord of the Southern Domain's face was now so gloomy that water could drip from it.

Mo Yu's merciless rejection was like a loud slap across his face.

His crimson demonic pupils slowly turned, moving past Mo Yu, and fixed firmly on Xiao Ruobai, like two burning volcanoes!

To be able to gain the Kirin Son's unwavering loyalty, I must see what you are truly made of.

Terrifying demonic might surged out like a tangible tide, carrying a wild and brutal Aura, pressing overwhelmingly towards Xiao Ruobai alone!

The air seemed to solidify, emitting a groan of distress from the overwhelming weight.

The Demon Lord's action was intended to probe Xiao Ruobai while simultaneously using his imposing power to force him to retreat!

Xiao Ruobai's figure was tall and straight like a pine tree. Facing the overwhelming Saint Lord's pressure, his expression remained calm.

He did not retreat, nor did he even shift his gaze. He simply looked back calmly, his eyes deep as an ancient well, without a ripple of emotion.

However, around him, a restrained yet incredibly tenacious Battle Intent, seemingly capable of tearing apart the sky, quietly rose, transforming into an invisible barrier that steadily resisted the monstrous demonic might, refusing to yield an inch!

Xiao Ruobai slowly spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly suppressing all other noise.

"Demon Lord, Mo Yu is mine now. I will naturally protect his path; there is no need for the Demon Lord to worry."

"Good, very good!"

The Demon Lord of the Southern Domain's face was now so gloomy that water could drip from it.

"Boom—!"

The terrifying Saint King's pressure intensified again, transforming into a destructive impact, condensed to the extreme, that crushed down upon Xiao Ruobai alone!

This was no longer a simple clash of Aura, but the absolute suppression of Realms!

"Crack..."

The bones throughout Xiao Ruobai's body groaned under the unbearable load, and the Void Realm beneath his feet instantly collapsed, showing fine black cracks.

He felt as if his Divine Soul had been thrown into a melting pot; every inch of his skin endured tearing pain, and the Law power of the Saint King level was like billions of burning steel needles, frantically corroding his Dao Foundation and will!

This was the true might of a Saint King's wrath!

Yet, Xiao Ruobai's figure remained straight as a pine, seemingly rooted deep within the Void Realm. Even though blood beads were seeping from all his pores, he did not retreat half an inch!

His face instantly turned paper-white, but his deep eyes shone astonishingly bright, like the coldest stars on a winter night.

He looked back calmly at the Demon Lord. In his eyes, there was no fear, no submission, only a near-fanatical calmness and defiance!

"Hmph! Let's see how long you can hold out!"

The crimson light in the Demon Lord's eyes flared brightly, and the pressure increased by another thirty percent!

"Pfft!"

Xiao Ruobai suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which instantly crystallized into ice fragments upon leaving his body.

However, the Battle Intent surrounding him was not crushed. Instead, under the extreme oppression, it became more condensed and purer, like divine iron tempered a thousand times.

He memorized this bone-deep sense of oppression.

The groan of every bone and the heat of every drop of blood were etched into the depths of his Divine Soul like the deepest brand.

This unyielding will and Battle Intent, originating from the depths of his Soul, forcefully withstood the terrifying pressure that was enough to instantly shatter the Dao Hearts of ordinary Saints!

Just as Xiao Ruobai was about to reach his limit—

"Buzz!"

A faint sword hum sounded. Fang Hanyu stepped forward half a pace expressionlessly, unleashing his Chaos Sword Intent, sharing nearly thirty percent of the pressure for Xiao Ruobai.

Almost simultaneously, Ling Xi quietly took a step, deploying her Devouring Force Field, silently neutralizing another thirty percent of the pressure.

Wang Xiaopang's Talisman light shone brightly, protecting the surroundings.

The four moved and retreated together, their Aura instantly merging into one. Their unified and fearless will managed to carve out a space for themselves under the Demon Lord's terrifying pressure!

The Demon Lord of the Southern Domain's pupils slightly contracted. He hadn't expected these juniors to possess such resilience when working together.

Within the Western Regions Buddhist Sect camp.

Fakong stared intently at Xiao Ruobai, who was confronting the Demon Lord, his eyes filled with unresolvable malice and jealousy.

His fists clenched tightly, knuckles white, and he roared frantically in his heart: "Confront! Fight! It's best if both sides are grievously injured! Let that Battle Asura be torn to shreds by the Demon Lord! Only then can I quell the hatred in my heart!"

He had previously been defeated bare-handed by Xiao Ruobai, nearly shattering his Dao Heart. Now, he wished to use the Demon Lord's hand to utterly destroy him.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme!

It seemed as though a world-shaking battle would erupt if a single word went wrong!

The Demon Lord of the Southern Domain's crimson demonic eyes narrowed slightly, murderous intent surging within them as he weighed the pros and cons.

But thinking of the mysterious mighty figure behind Xiao Ruobai who had destroyed the Glazed Holy Land, his heart was filled with apprehension.

The Yao Race had profound heritage, and several Quasi-Emperor Old Ancestors were sleeping in reserve, so they were not necessarily weaker than this person. However, it was unnecessary to provoke this person merely because of a Kirin Son.

A few breaths later, the overwhelming and terrifying demonic might slowly receded like a tide.

The Demon Lord let out a cold snort, his voice sounding like metal grinding against metal, echoing in the silent air:

"Hmph, you certainly have some backbone."

He gave Xiao Ruobai a deep look, his tone carrying a chilling implication:

"I hope that inside this Emperors Tomb, you can maintain this backbone..."

Before his voice faded, he withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to Xiao Ruobai and his group, as if they were no longer worth the effort of speaking.

The tense atmosphere in the Yao Race camp also eased slightly, but the hostility deepened.

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