395: This arena, I, the Emperor, accept!

They were not unfamiliar with this figure!

Immortal King An Huang of the Heavenly Demon Realm!

His fierce reputation had spread countless ages ago. In those ancient times, he achieved immortality by stepping over countless Human Race Supreme Experts. His battle strength shook the past and present, sweeping aside all rivals, making him the embodiment of invincibility!

“It's the Immortal King of the Heavenly Demon Palace!”

“He is about to cross the Pass!”

“Why so fast!!”

“Heavens, if the Immortal King crosses the Pass, how can we resist? Who can stop him!!”

“Quickly, quickly go notify the Human Emperor!”

Panic immediately erupted on the Imperial Pass. An old man of the Convergence Dao stage stationed there immediately sensed something and spoke: “Don't panic, he doesn't intend to cross the Pass. He is commanding the Monster Realm army to occupy the Heavenly Abyss. This is a threat!!”

The old man knew the situation in the Lower Realm and immediately understood why this Immortal King had appeared!

The meaning was very clear!

If your Human Race descends to the Lower Realm, then don't expect to keep this Imperial Pass!

He immediately sent the message back. Soon, Daoist Yuan and others tore through the Void Realm and arrived, staring at the figure for a moment.

“Activate the Ancient Imperial Formation!” Daoist Yuan immediately made the decision.

The Imperial Pass, tens of thousands of miles wide, seemed to be awakened by a mysterious and powerful force, and a rumbling sound, as if the earth were shaking, suddenly erupted.

A loud “Boom!” echoed, as if heaven and earth trembled, and a massive formation that reached the heavens slowly emerged.

The Aura of this Great Formation was magnificent, like an ancient Dragon awakening from a long slumber, and the powerful presence it emitted distorted the surrounding space.

It tightly wrapped the entire Imperial City, like an indestructible shield. The dense Dao Patterns, like the crisscrossing veins of the earth or the flickering stars in the night sky, covered the walls of the Imperial Pass.

Every Dao Pattern emitted a mysterious radiance. The colors of the light varied: sometimes golden like the scorching sun, sometimes deep blue like the ocean, and sometimes emerald green like a lush field. They intertwined and illuminated each other, forming a magnificent and mysterious pattern.

“Senior Yuan, what should we do next?” A Void Return Cultivator immediately asked, his expression extremely solemn.

Daoist Yuan revealed a determined gaze and said, “One word: stall!”

Stall until the Human Emperor emerges from seclusion!

At the same time.

Lower Realm.

Within Yun Province, in front of the demon sealing Immortal Sect that had suddenly appeared, Ning Fuyao sat cross-legged in the air, his sword held horizontally before him, radiating endless Sword Intent. He had only spoken one sentence upon arriving: Any Demon entering a Hundred Zhang of the Immortal Sect shall be killed!

A small, seemingly ordinary town was located a hundred miles away.

Within the small town, there was a teahouse that was usually bustling with activity and people coming and going.

However, at this moment, the place was completely deserted. Tables and chairs were scattered haphazardly, making it look particularly desolate.

The owner of the teahouse, a thin middle-aged man, had a face as pale as paper and was trembling uncontrollably.

He was standing beside a table of guests, his teapot slightly tilted as he poured tea for them.

The hot tea slowly flowed from the spout, splashing small drops in the cup, but the owner was completely oblivious. His eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. He wanted to flee, but his feet seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move even an inch.

“My Lord, when shall we go and retrieve the demon sealing Legacy?” The speaker was Liu Quan, who was short and stout, his face covered in a fawning smile—the perfect image of a complete Sycophant.

He watched the guest in front of him carefully, his eyes full of flattery and anticipation.

In front of him, a youthful figure was sitting leisurely.

The youth was dressed in a Starry Sky Robe. The robe sparkled with points of light, as if the vast starry sky had been draped over him, making him mysterious and magnificent.

The youth lowered his eyes slightly, focusing on the teacup before him. He took a small sip of tea, his movements elegant and relaxed.

His voice was clear and pleasant, like a mountain spring flowing.

“No rush.” He paused, then slowly spoke again, a faint smile curving his lips: “Let's watch the show first.”

After speaking, he raised his head and looked toward the demon sealing Immortal Sect, a hint of mockery and curiosity flashing in his eyes: “I am rather curious how these ants will deal with the Heavenly Demon Realm's offensive...”

Upon hearing this, Liu Quan nodded repeatedly, the fat on his face wobbling with his movements. He hastily said, “Yes, yes, no rush, no rush. Anyway, the Demon Sealing Sect Legacy is already in My Lord's pocket!” His fawning appearance couldn't help but inspire disgust in anyone who saw it.

Hearing this, the youth merely smiled faintly and said nothing more.

He raised his head again, looking toward the horizon. A complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he muttered silently, “Supreme Body...” After a slight pause, his eyes held a hint of emotion: “As expected of the place where the Demon Sealing Sect was established in the past...”

If any Human Race Convergence Dao expert saw this scene, they would certainly be shocked. Liu Quan had achieved the Dao many years ago and was one of the few Peak Hedao experts of the Human Race—a figure truly standing at the apex of the Human Race—yet he was acting so subserviently before a youth who looked only twelve or thirteen.

Inside the majestic and magnificent Great Xia Imperial Palace, an unprecedentedly heavy atmosphere, like a dense dark cloud, heavily enveloped the entire palace.

Inside and outside the hall, figures flitted about. At every moment, silhouettes flew in or out like shooting stars. They looked hurried and panicked, delivering news that was enough to shake people's hearts.

“Reporting to Her Majesty the Empress!” A Messenger Soldier dressed in black knelt on one knee, his voice urgent and trembling. “The Heavenly Demon Cave has ruptured, and the Yao Race army has surged out like a tide. They are currently stationed ten thousand miles outside the Great Xia border. None of the elites we sent to scout for information survived!”

“Reporting to Her Majesty the Empress!” Another Messenger Official rushed in, speaking breathlessly. “In front of that mysterious Immortal Sect, a white-robed Sword Cultivator suddenly appeared, his eyes covered by a Silver Cloth. At this moment, he is sitting cross-legged in front of the Immortal Sect!”

“Reporting to Her Majesty the Empress!” Immediately after, another soldier rushed into the main hall, full of anxiety, and knelt with a thud. “The Mountain Master of Heavenly Sword Sect's Second Mountain has been critically injured and captured by the Yao Race. The person who struck him was actually the Legal Wife of his Disciple, Lin Qingyue. Furthermore, news has come from outside the border: Ao Tian has publicly set up a Challenge Stage, specifically demanding that Her Majesty the Empress fight him to save the Mountain Master's life!”

This news exploded in the main hall like a clap of thunder.

“Reporting to Her Majesty the Empress!” Before the words fell, another person rushed in quickly, his voice choked with sobs. “The Demons of the Monster Realm massacred three villages, and those innocent common people suffered terrible fates. They also threatened that if Her Majesty the Empress does not come out, they will continue killing until Great Xia is plunged into misery and suffering!”

“Clang!” A crisp yet startling sound abruptly echoed through the main hall.

It was Wang Cuihua. Her hand, which was already tightly gripping her Sword Hilt, had crushed the hilt due to excessive force.

Her eyes were bloodshot, like burning flames. Killing Intent, tangible as substance, spread from her body, as if she would incinerate everything before her in the next second.

At the head seat of the main hall, Xia Youyue's expression instantly turned cold.

“Her Majesty the Empress, please calm down!” A white-haired old man hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, “You absolutely cannot agree to this Challenge Stage. Senior Lin and Senior Ji have already gone to the Upper Realm for reinforcements. The wisest course of action now is to wait for the Great Figures of the Upper Realm to descend! You must not act rashly, lest you fall into the Yao Race's Scheme!”

“That's right, Your Majesty the Empress!” Immediately, countless people in the main hall spoke up to persuade her. “This massive army pouring out of the Heavenly Demon Cave clearly comes from the Heavenly Demon Realm in the Upper Realm. Their strength is immense, and we definitely cannot resist them! We beg Her Majesty the Empress to reconsider!”

The voices of the crowd intertwined, echoing throughout the palace.

However, a cold voice spoke out.

“Go forth. This Challenge Stage, I accept it!”