262: Second Demon Lord! Goodbye, Demon Cult High Priest!

Just as Li Shengyuan's words fell, Prince Wei Mu Weiran unleashed his full aura, and the air between them seemed to solidify, with a great battle on the verge of breaking out.

“Whoosh—!”

A sharp, ear-piercing sound of something tearing through the air suddenly struck from the horizon!

A crimson streak of light, like a comet assaulting the moon, carrying monstrous ferocity and ill omen, instantly tore through the sky at a speed beyond thought, aiming directly for Li Shengyuan's back!

This sneak attack came too suddenly, too ferociously!

The aura was concealed extremely well, only erupting violently upon entering a hundred-zhang range, clearly intended for a killing blow!

“Be careful!”

From a distance, someone couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

A cold glint of a successful scheme flashed in Prince Wei Mu Weiran's eyes.

However, facing this fatal sneak attack, which was enough to severely wound or even kill an ordinary Second Grade powerhouse, Li Shengyuan didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

As if he had long anticipated it.

Just as the crimson streak of light was about to touch his body... “Buzz!”

A low hum, not from reality, but from a soul-level tremor!

Two massive, blurry phantom images of gods and demons, seemingly condensed from endless malevolent energy and ancient will, abruptly appeared behind Li Shengyuan!

The two phantom images stood tall, reaching the heavens, their faces unclear, only a pair of eyes that regarded all living beings with indifference slowly opening and closing.

They simply simultaneously raised their gigantic hands, formed from energy, with fingers splayed, and without deviation, the two colossal hands precisely and accurately seized the astonishingly powerful crimson streak of light!

“Crack!”

The crimson streak of light seemed to hit an invisible barrier, its forward momentum abruptly halted, emitting a grating wail!

The ferocious crimson light struggled and crashed wildly within the giant palms of the gods and demons, but it was like a trapped beast in a quagmire, unable to budge an inch!

The phantom images of the gods and demons slowly retracted their giant hands and presented the object to Li Shengyuan.

At this moment, everyone finally saw the true form of the crimson streak of light—it was a ghastly long spear, dark red throughout, as if forged from countless fresh blood.

The spear shaft was entwined with countless wailing phantom images of resentful souls, exuding an evil fluctuation that devoured the vital essence of living beings!

Li Shengyuan's gaze fell upon the long spear, his eyes subtly shifting, a hint of understanding flashing within them, his voice calm and unperturbed:

“Blood God Spear... The Demonic Cult artifact you used through the Northern Border Yan King during his rebellion.”

“It seems you are not alone!”

As soon as he said this, it confirmed the identity of the newcomer!

“Boom—!”

Before everyone could recover from this sudden change, two even more terrifying and profound demonic auras, like volcanoes suppressed for ten thousand years, suddenly erupted above Hangzhou!

The sky instantly darkened, black clouds pressing down as if to crush the city!

Two figures, enveloped in thick black mist, as if stepping out from the Nine Nether Hells, crossed the distance of space in a single stride, descending above Prince Weis Residence.

The one on the left, with a physique as massive as a mountain, demonic energy condensed into grotesque armor, his face hidden behind demonic flames, revealing only a pair of cruel and tyrannical pupils, exuded an overwhelmingly domineering aura; he was none other than the infamous Second Grade Demon Lord of the Demonic Cult!

The one on the right, concealed within a black robe, appeared mysterious and unfathomable, holding a white bone staff, surrounded by countless twisted runes and incantations, as if bearing ancient curses and evil wisdom.

Li Shengyuan recognized this person at a glance; it was the Demon Sect High Priest he had encountered once at Shanhai Pass in the Northern Border, and this was most likely another powerful avatar of the Demon Sect High Priest!

Both released their suppressive aura without reservation, which was clearly the terrifying cultivation of the peak of the Second Grade!

Like two demonic mountains, they suppressed the sky above Hangzhou, making all living beings in the entire city feel a suffocating fear!

“Three peak Second Grade powerhouses! Oh my god!”

“Demon Sect Demon Lord! And who is that... other person?”

“Prince Wei! Prince Wei really colluded with the Demonic Cult! The Shen Family bloodbath, the evidence is conclusive!”

“It's over... No matter how strong Lord Li is, how can he contend against three top-tier powerhouses of the same rank?!”

“...”

Panic spread like a plague among the people secretly observing.

This scene confirmed Prince Wei's treasonous crime but also brought deeper despair—how could Li Shengyuan withstand the combined might of three demonic magnates?

“Shengyuan!”

Just then, a clear and anxious call came.

A figure as bright as moonlight tore through the air, her aura cold and powerful; it was Yue Xiyan, who had already advanced to the Second Grade.

Immediately afterward, Li Shengyuan's parents, who also possessed Third Grade cultivation, and Shen Xinrong, with a resolute expression and holding a longsword, also rushed to the periphery of the scene, intending to assist in the battle.

“Shengyuan, we will help you!” Yue Xiyan's tone was firm, and the power of moonlight began to condense around her.

However, Li Shengyuan slowly raised his hand, stopping their actions.

His gaze remained calm as he swept over the three top-tier demonic powerhouses before him, and Prince Wei Mu Weiran, whose face finally showed a hint of triumph, his voice clearly echoing in all directions:

“No need! Xiyan, Father, Mother, Aunt Shen, your task is to stay put.”

He paused, his tone carrying an undeniable, absolute confidence:

“Seal off all areas, do not let a single Demonic Cult fiend escape. These three... I alone am enough.”

One person, facing three top-tier powerhouses of the same rank?!

As soon as these words were spoken, not only were Yue Xiyan and the others stunned, but even the two Demon Lords and the High Priest's avatar on the opposite side had a flash of surprise and fury in their eyes.

Everyone in the distance who heard these words felt a tingling scalp, almost unable to believe their ears!

Li Shengyuan... he actually intends to fight three peak Second Grade powerhouses alone?!

Although Li Shengyuan had killed two Second Grade powerhouses not long ago, he was now facing three peak Second Grade Demon Sect Demon Lords!

And he was still so confident?

Perhaps only a First Grade powerhouse could speak of facing them alone.

Was it arrogance, or... did he truly possess such heaven-defying abilities?!

Li Shengyuan, however, looked at the three and smiled indifferently, “I know those two fellows. Which ranked Demon Lord are you? I, Li Shengyuan, never kill nameless individuals!”

“Arrogant junior! I am the Second Heavenly Venerate of the Holy Cult! You killed my two younger brothers; today, I shall make you pay for your ignorance!” The burly Demon Lord roared, demonic energy surging sky-high.

The High Priest's avatar let out a hoarse, low laugh, pointing his white bone staff at Li Shengyuan, and countless cursed runes began to flicker.

Prince Wei Mu Weiran also finally completely tore off his facade, his aura connected with the two Demon Lords, forming a pincer movement, firmly locking Li Shengyuan in the center.

The great battle finally erupted!

Li Shengyuan, surrounded by the three powerhouses, showed no fear, and the phantom images of gods and demons behind him let out a silent roar.

An aura far more terrifying and profound than before, like a sleeping primordial beast, slowly awakened!