1230: Chapter 1230 Eight Peak Experts

Eight Fifth-Stage Peak experts—two from the Radiant Star Domain, one from the Houtu Sect, one from the Red Sun Star Domain, one from the Black Cloud Empire, one from the Chaotic Star Domain, one from the Yunze Star Domain, and one from the Ghost Star Domain—eight terrifying auras erupted simultaneously, like eight scorching suns, crushing towards the rear of the Demon Beast Army!

Wherever they passed, the Void Realm shattered, the stars trembled, and countless Demonic Beasts were reduced to powder by this pressure!

And on the back of that gigantic Demon Elephant, Luo Xiu finally moved.

He slowly stood up, his white hair fluttering in the Void Realm, his black-gold battle robe moving without any wind.

Those heterochromatic eyes slowly opened, deep as an abyss, bright as stars, as if containing endless destruction and creation.

He took a step forward.

There was no roar, no strange phenomena, just a simple step—but the next moment, his figure had disappeared from the back of the Demon Elephant and appeared ten thousand feet in the air.

He stood with his hands behind his back, white hair fluttering, looking down at the eight streaks of light rapidly approaching, a faint curve on the corner of his lips.

In that curve, there was no fear, no tension, only a bottomless calm.

The eight streaks of light stopped abruptly at a distance of one hundred feet from Luo Xiu.

The eight Fifth-Stage Peak experts stood side by side, their eight terrifying auras merging into one, like an insurmountable chasm, surrounding Luo Xiu completely.

Golden, crimson, pitch-black, pure white, eerie green, starlight—the spiritual light of eight colors intertwined, illuminating the entire Void Realm in a kaleidoscope of colors.

However, when they truly faced Luo Xiu, everyone's heart sank abruptly.

That pressure—it was too terrifying.

Luo Xiu just stood there quietly, hands behind his back, without even deliberately releasing his aura.

But that invisible sense of oppression was like an abyss inverted, like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, pressing heavily on everyone's heart.

He was like a stubborn rock standing in the center of a storm, no matter how the eight auras impacted him, he remained unmoved.

Lu Hongyuan stared fixedly at Luo Xiu, a storm raging in his heart.

He channeled all his pressure, attempting to suppress the opponent—but when his pressure touched within three feet of Luo Xiu, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

It wasn't blocked; it was… devoured.

Sect Master Tuoba Shanyue also felt that terrifying sense of oppression.

He activated the Houtu Undying Body, golden light enveloping him entirely, attempting to resist Luo Xiu's pressure.

But he discovered that his own pressure, when faced with Luo Xiu, was like a small stream facing the ocean; they were simply not on the same level.

Yang Wuji's face was livid, crimson spiritual light dancing wildly on his body, as if resisting some invisible force.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead—he had never felt such terrifying pressure; even when facing Empress Xi, he had never felt such palpitations.

Marshal Heiman remained silent, but in his ink-black eyes, the frequency of the flickering eerie light had reached its limit.

His body trembled slightly—not because of fear, but because he was instinctively resisting that pressure.

Eight Fifth-Stage Peak experts, eight auras released with full power, were like eight streams flowing into the ocean before Luo Xiu, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.

And Luo Xiu, still standing with his hands behind his back, white hair fluttering, didn't even move a corner of his robe.

Silence spread through the Void Realm.

In the end, it was Lu Hongyuan who spoke first. His voice was deep and cold, like the clashing of metal and stone:

"Luo Xiu, you have nowhere left to retreat. The eight great powers have surrounded you, one hundred Fifth-Stage experts are pressing in, your Demon Beast Army is on the verge of collapse, and your Four Demon Generals are heavily injured—how much longer do you intend to resist?"

Hearing this, the curve of Luo Xiu's lips rose slightly, but he did not answer.

He just watched Lu Hongyuan quietly, no emotion visible in those pitch-black eyes.

Lu Hongyuan's heart sank slightly, and he continued: "Surrender, cripple your own cultivation, confess everything, and return with me to face trial. I can take charge—I will leave your corpse intact and let your subordinates die with dignity."

He was probing. Probing whether there was truly a power behind Luo Xiu, and probing what the relationship between those experts and Luo Xiu really was.

Luo Xiu finally spoke. His voice was as calm as if he were stating a fact:

"Just this many people?"

His gaze swept over the eight Fifth-Stage Peak experts, a faint trace of disdain curling the corner of his lips: "Why didn't that woman come herself? Is she afraid of this King?"

"You—" Lu Hongyuan's murderous intent surged, spiritual light surging wildly around his body. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "You are not allowed to insult Empress Xi! You are nothing but a man about to die, only capable of sharp-tongued bravado."

Luo Xiu chuckled, not saying a word, but the contempt in that smile was more jarring than any words.

Sect Master Tuoba Shanyue stepped forward, his voice like a booming bell: "Luo Xiu, this old man asks you—what are Yang Shuo, Ning Qiancheng, and that beast to you?"

His voice carried a trace of wariness, and also a trace of probing.

Luo Xiu glanced at him and said indifferently: "Noisy."

Sect Master Tuoba Shanyue's expression froze, raging fire in his eyes, but he was speechless for a moment.

Yang Wuji fanned his fire-feather fan, his expression cold and gloomy: "Luo Xiu, it's fine if you don't say it. Once we capture you and extract your soul, we will know everything. The forces behind you won't be able to escape."

Hearing this, Luo Xiu turned his gaze toward Yang Wuji, the smile on his lips becoming more pronounced: "Soul extraction? With just you?"

Yang Wuji's expression changed, the fire-feather fan in his hand gripped tightly, but he forcibly restrained himself from acting out.

Marshal Heiman finally spoke, his voice hoarse and cold: "Luo Xiu, what is the relationship between those people and you? If there is truly a force behind you plotting in the shadows, then today's events are not just a war between the Radiant Star Domain and the Demon Race."

Although his voice was calm, the weight of his words made everyone present shudder.

Luo Xiu looked at Marshal Heiman, the expression in his eyes finally changing slightly—not wariness, not anger, but a faint trace of approval.

"You are smarter than them," Luo Xiu said indifferently, "However—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the eight people, a meaningful smile curling his lips: "What you guessed is not necessarily correct."

Marshal Heiman frowned slightly and did not speak again.

Lin Qingfeng held a bamboo scroll, his expression refined, his voice gentle: "Benefactor Luo Xiu, this old man has one thing he does not understand. Benefactor Yang Shuo and Benefactor Ning Qiancheng are both world-class experts; why are they willing to risk their lives for you? What benefits did you give them?"

Luo Xiu glanced at Lin Qingfeng and said indifferently: "Benefits?"

He chuckled: "They don't need benefits. They are just… doing what they should do."

Lin Qingfeng's expression changed slightly, looking thoughtful.

The voice of the Ghost Shadow came from under the black robe, hoarse and eerie: "What they should do?"

Luo Xiu did not answer, just watched him quietly, no emotion visible in those pitch-black eyes.