120: Facing the Demon Lord, the power of a single punch

This calm yet extremely mocking sentence still echoed in the Void Realm and in everyone's hearts.

They couldn't understand where that Dominator of the Chu Family got his confidence from when facing such a terrifying enemy.

At this moment, inside Chu City, on the Fifth Layer of the Heaven-Reaching Pagoda.

Although the atmosphere was tense, there was not a hint of panic.

Lin Waner, as the mistress, methodically commanded the Family's defense system, ensuring all resources could be mobilized immediately. Su Qingxue and her son Chu Ce stood at the center of the array with solemn expressions, ready to activate the full power of the "Great Array of Celestial Body Shifting" at any time.

Qing'er, Zhao Linger, and Feng Ziyan shielded the children behind them; the little ones weren't afraid but were instead eager to try.

"Father is so amazing! He dares to challenge so many big monsters all by himself!" The younger son, Chu Ce, was full of admiration.

"Hmph, when I grow up, I will be like Father and blow all these ugly monsters away!" The Eldest Son, Chu Tian, clenched his fists, his Golden Core surging within him, filled with Battle Intent.

The dragon and phoenix twins, Chu Batian and Chu Lingxi, were even more eager to rush out and join the battle.

Looking at his high-spirited children, Chu He revealed a slight smile. He walked to his wives' side and gently held the hands of Lin Waner and Su Qingxue.

"Don't worry, they're just a bunch of rabble; they can't turn the world upside down." His calm voice contained an absolute confidence that put people at ease.

"Husband, we believe in you," Lin Waner said softly. "But you must also be careful. We and the children are all here waiting for you to return."

Chu He nodded, his gaze sweeping over every Family member, finally lingering for a moment on the cribs of the young infants, his eyes revealing endless tenderness.

But when he turned around to face the outside of the pagoda, that tenderness transformed into a cold killing intent sufficient to freeze the starry river.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from within the Heaven-Reaching Pagoda.

Above Chu City, the light screen of the Great Array of Celestial Body Shifting rippled. A figure in green robes stepped out slowly, standing in the Void Realm with hands behind his back, facing the massive Demon Race fleet alone.

His aura was restrained, looking like an ordinary young man, but within the demonic pupils of the Seventh Demon General, Baal, on the Demon Race flagship, a different scene was reflected.

Behind that figure coiled a pale-golden Destiny Golden Dragon. Although he tried his best to restrain it, that nobility and overbearingness originating from the Primordial Dragon God Bloodline still made the demonic blood in Baal's body feel an instinctive disgust and... excitement!

"Nascent Soul Late Stage? No, it's just a Nascent Soul Late Stage Physical Body and Divine Soul. His cultivation... is actually only at the peak of the Late Nascent Soul Stage?" Baal's demonic sense swept over Chu He; first surprised, he then let out a disdainful, wild laugh.

"Hahahaha! I thought it was some extraordinary character, but it turns out to be just a fellow with an empty appearance relying on Bloodline Power! Just with you, you dare to challenge my great Star-Devouring Demon Clan?"

Baal's eyes were full of greed and cruelty.

In his eyes, Chu He was a walking treasure house. To have such cultivation and Bloodline at such a young age—if he could capture him alive and refine his Origin, he might be able to use it to break through his Bottleneck and become a true Demonic Sovereign!

"Lads!" Baal roared, his demonic sense spreading through the entire fleet. "Go! Tear that reckless human to pieces! Remember, leave him with one breath; this general will personally deal with him!"

"Roar!"

The order was given, and dozens of figures immediately rushed out from the three Demon Race warships closest to Chu He.

These Demon Race warriors had various forms—some with wings, some in bone armor—but without exception, they all emitted terrifying auras comparable to the Early and Middle Nascent Soul stages.

The three leading Demon Race Centurions had even reached the Late Nascent Soul Stage!

Dozens of Nascent Soul level Devil Heads attacking at the same time—what kind of concept was that?

They muttered incantations, and pure Devilish Qi gathered together, forming a black Demonic Energy wave thousands of miles wide in the Void Realm! Within the wave, countless resentful souls wailed and withered bones drifted. Everywhere it passed, even space was corroded with a sizzling sound, as if it wanted to drag the entire world into the Avici Hell.

On the Xuanhuang Continent, all the Cultivators who saw this scene through Treasure Mirrors were scared out of their wits, their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

"It's over... the combined strike of dozens of Nascent Soul Old Monsters—even if a Soul Transformation Ancestor came in person, they would have to avoid its edge, right?"

"That Family Head Chu is too arrogant! How does he dare to face it alone..."

Under countless gazes of terror, regret, or schadenfreude, Chu He, facing that world-destroying Demonic Energy wave, didn't even lift an eyelid.

He just slowly raised his right hand and, towards that roaring black ocean, casually threw a punch.

This punch looked ordinary, without earth-shattering momentum or dazzling brilliance, as simple and unadorned as a Mortal throwing a punch.

But at the very moment the punch was thrown!

Within Chu He's body, his majestic Dharmic power, as high as the Nascent Soul Late Stage, was fully poured into his right arm through the circulation of the Nine Revolutions Tyrant Dragon Art! His Physical Body strength, comparable to a divine weapon, and the overbearing power of the Primordial Dragon God Bloodline perfectly fused at this moment!

BOOM!!!

A terrifying power that could not be described in words erupted from his fist!

That seemingly slow punch seemed to ignore the distance of space, arriving second but striking first, instantly colliding with that thousand-mile Demonic Energy wave!

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

At the moment of contact, that Demonic Energy wave, which was enough to destroy mountains and rivers or dry up oceans, was like snow meeting a blazing sun or a punctured balloon. It couldn't even last a single breath before it began to silently annihilate and disintegrate from the center!

The punch's force did not stop!

After crushing the Demonic Energy wave, that incomparably overbearing power turned into an invisible shockwave and continued forward.

The three Late Nascent Soul Stage Demon Race Centurions who bore the brunt of it hadn't even finished their sneers before their eyes were replaced by endless horror. They didn't even have time to let out a scream before their bodies, along with the Nascent Souls inside them, exploded into a mist of blood like watermelons struck by a giant hammer!

Following that, the dozens of Nascent Soul Devil Heads behind them, one after another like ignited firecrackers, exploded in a chain in the air!

Finally, that matchless punch force slammed heavily into the nearest thousand-zhang demon warship!

"Crack... crack..."

That warship, forged from the skeletons of countless powerful beings and inscribed with numerous Demonic Runes—sufficient to withstand the attacks of Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators—began to show fine cracks on its sturdy armor.

The cracks spread like a spiderweb across the entire warship in just a brief moment!

The next moment!

RUMBLE!!!

In a deafening roar that shook the starry Universe, that massive Demon Race warship exploded! Countless fragments of flesh and bone bloomed like fireworks in the silent Void Realm, finally turning into cosmic dust.

One punch!

Just one punch!

Dozens of Nascent Soul Devil Heads were reduced to ashes!

One Demon Race warship, blown apart on the spot!

The entire battlefield instantly fell into a dead silence.

In the Demon Race fleet, all the Demon Race warriors stopped roaring and stared blankly at that empty space in the Void Realm.

On the Xuanhuang Continent, all the Cultivators watching this battle had blank minds, as if they had even lost the ability to think.

On the flagship, the Seventh Demon General Baal, who had been insufferably arrogant just a moment ago, had his wild laugh frozen. In those giant demonic pupils, the emotion called "horror" appeared for the first time.

Under countless dull, shocked, and fearful gazes, Chu He slowly withdrew his fist, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He looked up, his gaze passing through the distant Void Realm and landing on Baal. A faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said softly:

"This is the Star-Devouring Demon Clan? Your teeth aren't very good; you're too fragile."