489: Fang Hanyu's appearance

The Ancient Imperial Prince's robes fluttered in the Demonic Qi despite the lack of wind. His cold golden eyes scanned them with a playful cat-and-mouse gaze.

Behind him, the three figures always shrouded in mist had auras that grew increasingly obscure and profound.

These four were all formidable enemies!

Even the threat posed by those three in the mist was not inferior to the Ancient Imperial Prince!

In four duels, the Current Era Demon Clan could not afford to lose even one more!

They must achieve a total victory!

Only then could they pull the total score to six-to-four and narrowly win this war that gambled the fate of their race!

But on the opposite side, there were still four unfathomable enemies.

On their side, could Cang You manage to win one match?

Any single mistake or defeat would lead to eternal damnation!

Cold despair, mixed with the madness of a last stand, wrapped around the Yuan Tiangang's heart like icy vines, making him almost suffocate.

The Yao Race Elders behind him had pale faces, and the last light in their eyes was rapidly fading.

The entire Current Era Demon Clan camp was dead silent.

The cheers and passion brought by Mo Yu and Little Fatty earlier had long been washed away by this cruel reality.

Only a heavy, suffocating pressure remained, permeating every inch of the air.

Countless observers were also whispering, shaking their heads and sighing.

The situation seemed very clear; the foundation and depth of experts of the Ancient Demon Court were obviously superior.

The Current Era Demon Clan had reached a desperate situation.

"The seventh match!"

The voice of the Demon Court Great Sage broke the suffocating silence.

"Ancient Demon Court, please send out the next combatant."

Pressure descended with a crash.

In the Ancient Demon Court camp, the three misty figures moved slightly.

One of them slowly stepped out, accompanied by mist. Their figure and face were obscured, leaving only an obscure and difficult-to-define pressure spreading out.

Wherever it passed, even the arena's Restrictions hummed faintly. Compared to Han Chuan's Saint Realm Peak, it added a bit more unfathomable eeriness.

The Yuan Tiangang's heart sank; as expected, the mysterious figure had made the first move!

This figure's aura was even more heart-palpitating than the Ancient Imperial Prince's. The Current Era Demon Clan's desperate situation seemed to have deepened.

At this moment, Xiao Ruobai turned his head to look at Fang Hanyu beside him. His white robes fluttered, and his tone was calm but filled with absolute trust.

"Do you have confidence?"

Fang Hanyu's surrounding Sword Qi suddenly condensed. He uttered only two words, resonant and powerful: "Rest assured!"

The seventh match began.

*Swish!*

A sharp sword light flashed, and Fang Hanyu already stood firmly in the center of the arena like a pillar of the sea.

His white robes were whiter than snow, and his eyes were as calm as a lake without a ripple.

He didn't look at the spreading mist but spoke as if to the air in a clear yet extremely indifferent tone:

"Surrender as soon as possible, don't waste time."

As soon as these words were spoken, everything fell silent.

The misty figure suddenly froze, and the mist surrounding its body churned violently as if it couldn't believe its ears.

A young voice filled with shock and fury pierced through the mist:

"What?! You want me to surrender? This... isn't this my line?!"

This absurd retort carried a sense of bewilderment as if his script had been stolen, which then turned into a surging sense of humiliation.

The mist partially dispersed, revealing a young face covered in ancient demon markings.

His eyes spat fire as he glared at Fang Hanyu.

"Human Race! You dare to be so arrogant?! Who gave you the courage!"

Not only the Ancient Demon Court side but even the Human Race Cultivator viewing area erupted in an uncontrollable commotion.

"Sword White Robe, isn't this being too overconfident?"

"The aura on the opposite side is clearly more terrifying than all the Prodigies who fought before. How does he dare..."

"Where does his confidence come from? Could it be that he is already certain of victory?"

Top Prodigies like Qin Wuye and Lu Chenzhou also frowned slightly, their eyes locked on the arena, filled with inquiry.

They knew Sword White Robe was strong, but the one opposite him gave off a completely different feeling—a pressure stemming from life level and ancient Bloodline.

The Ancient Demon Court camp erupted in bursts of sneering.

"Hahaha! Is this person scared stupid?"

"Your Highness Bai Hao, tear him apart! Let him know the consequence of despising our Demon Court's Imperial Blood!"

"Ignorant ant!"

The ancient demon Prodigy called Bai Hao laughed from extreme anger: "Good! Very good! I wanted to play with you, but since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll fulfill your wish!"

Before his voice fell, his figure moved, leaving an afterimage in place. His true body appeared like a ghost beside Fang Hanyu, a claw thrusting out.

The tips of the claws were entwined with a sacred Holy Light that combined purification and destruction, aimed straight at Fang Hanyu's throat!

His speed was far beyond any previous Prodigy!

However, facing this sharp strike, Fang Hanyu didn't even turn around.

His long sword wasn't even unsheathed as he casually slashed behind him.

*Screech—!*

A faint grey Sword Qi, which seemed capable of cutting through Chaos, was born out of thin air, silently meeting that tiger claw.

*Puff!*

With a soft sound, Bai Hao was horrified to find that his tiger claw, which was always successful and contained the Law of Holy Light...

...was easily cut by that seemingly unremarkable grey Sword Qi, leaving a deep wound that showed bone. Pale golden Imperial Blood spilled instantly!

"What?!"

Bai Hao violently retracted his claw and retreated, looking at his flowing Imperial Blood. The disdain and anger in his eyes were replaced by extreme shock.

"Your Sword Qi can actually wound my Imperial Body?!"

This superficial wound healed in an instant, but the meaning behind it made his heart tremble.

The opponent was not arrogant; he really was strange!

"You have completely enraged me!" Bai Hao let out a heaven-shaking tiger roar, and the surrounding mist completely exploded!

Boom!!!

A terrifying aura, as magnificent as the sun and filled with majesty, soared into the sky!

Brilliant Holy Light enveloped him, condensing behind him into a giant Holy Light Tiger Emperor Manifestation that was pure white with a king's marking on its forehead. The imperial pressure was almost tangible!

"Holy Light Tiger Emperor Manifestation! This is an Ancient Imperial Prince! Another true Son of the Ancient Emperor!" (A Yao Race Ancient Emperor corresponds to a Human Race Great Emperor)

"Heavens! The Ancient Demon Court actually has another Son of the Ancient Emperor sealed away!"

"It's over! A Son of the Ancient Emperor is invincible in the same rank! How can he fight?"

The entire audience was in a complete uproar!

A Son of the Ancient Emperor's Bloodline, Legacy, and comprehension of the Great Dao were by no means comparable to ordinary Prodigies!

The sliver of hope that had just risen in the Yuan Tiangang was instantly extinguished, his face as pale as paper.

Ancient Imperial Prince! It was actually another Ancient Imperial Prince!

Sword White Robe, he... Bai Hao was bathed in Holy Light, like a deity, coldly looking down at Fang Hanyu.

"Ant, to be able to force out my true form, you have enough to be proud of! Now, kneel and beg for mercy, offer up your Sword Heart, and I might leave your corpse intact!"

Facing this imperial majesty that could break the mind of any Saint Realm Cultivators, Fang Hanyu remained expressionless.

He looked up at that Holy Light Tiger Emperor Manifestation, his eyes terrifyingly calm, but a ripple unknown to others rose in his heart.

"The son of the Holy Light Tiger Emperor?"

He thought to himself with a touch of indifference that others could not understand.

"Never mind just a son of the Tiger Emperor. Even if it were the complete Dao projection of your father, the Holy Light Tiger Emperor, I don't know how many times it was sent flying by my Chaos Sword Qi in the Tower of The Pride of Heaven."

He practiced the Chaos Sword Manual and condensed the Chaos Sword Body.

No matter how heaven-shaking your Imperial Blood or how radiant your Holy Light, in the face of Chaos, they are but slightly brighter dust.