289: The flawed jade is the king (28).

The terrifying pressure of the Saint Realm, like an invisible giant hand, slammed fiercely onto the Demon Court's Mountain-Protecting Formation.

That ancient Demon Array, established by countless experts of the Yao Race and claimed to be able to withstand a single strike from a Saint, actually let out a groan of unbearable strain under this Sword Qi, its light instantly dimming.

"Presumptuous!"

"What madman dares to intrude upon our Demon Court!"

Accompanied by three roars filled with shock and rage, three equally terrifying auras of Yao Saints soared into the sky from three directions of the Demon Court.

One was a Bull Demon Saint with a bull's head and a human body, holding a giant axe.

One was an Eagle-Faced Yao Saint with wings on its back and claws like hooks.

And the third was the Wolf Race Old Ancestor, whose entire body burned with black flames, possessing the coldest aura.

The three Yao Saints formed a triangle, surrounding the middle-aged man holding the hongmeng sword, their Battle Intent boiling.

"Regardless of who you are, today, we shall use your Saint blood to sacrifice to our Demon Court's war banner!"

The Bull Demon Saint had the most explosive temper and was the first to attack.

The giant axe in his hand tore through the firmament, descending fiercely with the momentum to split mountains and cleave the earth.

However, the middle-aged man merely raised his eyes calmly.

He casually thrust the hongmeng sword in his hand forward.

There was no earth-shattering sword radiance, only a simple and unadorned purple-gold Sword Qi.

Clang!

A soft sound.

That Saint-Grade battle axe, forged from Myriad Spirit Divine Iron, was actually severed in half by that seemingly casual Sword Qi.

The Bull Demon Saint was terrified, unable to even react in time.

That Sword Qi had already swept across his neck.

A massive bull head soared into the sky.

Saint blood splattered across the long sky.

One sword, slaying a Saint.

"What?!"

The remaining two Yao Saints were horrified to the extreme.

The two of them exchanged a glance, losing any remaining Battle Intent.

This person was too strong; he was simply not someone they, Lesser Saints who hadn't even condensed a dao lotus, could resist.

"Retreat!"

"Quickly retreat back to the Demon Court!"

The Eagle-Faced Yao Saint and the Wolf Race Old Ancestor didn't even think; they turned and transformed into two streams of light, fleeing desperately toward the protected range of the Demon Court's formation.

Watching their pathetic, fleeing backs, the middle-aged man just sneered without pursuing.

His goal today was not these small fry who hadn't yet condensed a dao lotus.

Carrying the hongmeng sword that remained unstained by blood, his gaze pierced through the layers of Restrictions of the Demon Court and landed on the palace suspended above the sea of blood in the deepest part.

His voice was hoarse, yet it sounded like rolling thunder.

"Old Loach, come out and die!"

Old Loach.

These two words seemed to have touched a taboo.

Boom!

A high-pitched Dragon roar exploded from the depths of that palace.

An overbearing and unrivaled Yao power, far exceeding the three Yao Saints from before, swept across the entire world.

"How many years... how many years has it been since anyone dared to call this Venerable One that."

A cold and majestic voice echoed between heaven and earth.

A Primordial Demon Dragon, ten thousand zhang long and covered in black-gold scales, soared into the sky from the sea of blood.

Its golden vertical pupils stared fixedly at the middle-aged man, filled with killing intent and fury.

It was none other than the Master of the Demon Court.

Staring at the middle-aged man and then at the hongmeng sword in his hand, it seemed to recall something, and a look of wariness flashed in its Dragon eyes.

"So it is you."

The voice of the Master of the Demon Court became very grave.

"Primordial Chaos War Body, Gu Zhan."

"The War Ancestor... of the Central Plains Gu Family!"

Once these words were spoken, the identity of the middle-aged man became clear.

He was none other than Gu Zhan, the Battle Fanatic of the Gu Family, who had protected the Dao for Gu Yun back in the day, was later sealed within divine source, and awakened after the Golden Great Age began!

Now, tens of thousands of years had passed, and he was no longer the reckless brute who followed behind his master, Gu Yun.

He had already stepped into the Saint Realm and become the pillar of the new generation of the Gu Family, revered as the "War Ancestor".

The Master of the Demon Court looked at Gu Zhan, then at the faint primordial chaos violet qi on his body, and sneered:

"Gu Zhan, the Opportunity left behind by that Grandmist Saint of your family is truly deserving of its reputation."

"This Venerable One only refined a portion of it and already touched the threshold of the Saint King Realm. Surely your Gu Family obtained even more?"

Hearing this, the killing intent in Gu Zhan's eyes grew even stronger.

"Old Loach, do you still have the face to mention this?"

"My master cared for the Human Race and scattered his life's insights and the Origin's creation across the Five Domains, all to leave a glimmer of survival for our Human Race in this Golden Great Age."

"This is the Opportunity for the Human Race of the world; you, this Prodigy, actually dared to lay your hands on it!"

"My Gu Family does not take it, as we uphold the Dao for my master. Your Demon Court intercepted it, which is stealing the Dao!"

Gu Zhan's voice became increasingly cold.

"Ten thousand years ago, when I first entered the Saint Realm, I was not your match."

"Today, I, Gu Zhan, shall use the sword in my hand to seek justice for my master and for the Human Race of this world!"

As soon as the words fell.

An earth-shattering Saint war erupted.

Gu Zhan held the hongmeng sword, his Battle Intent soaring to the heavens; every sword strike carried the power to open heaven and split the earth.

The Master of the Demon Court swayed its dragon body, the power of Law transforming into destructive Dragon breath, burning the sky and boiling the sea.

The battle between the two had long since surpassed the scope of ordinary Saints.

It was a terrifying duel between at least a Three-Lotus Saint, or perhaps even one who had touched the level of a Four-Lotus Saint King!

...

A space was torn open, and Northern Venerable Li Chunfeng and Wang Yun stepped out from the spatial turbulence.

As soon as Li Chunfeng landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper.

In order to protect Wang Yun within the spatial turbulence, his already injured body suffered further damage, and he was nearing the end of his rope.

"Senior!"

Wang Yun hurriedly supported him.

"I am fine..."

Li Chunfeng waved his hand, about to speak.

Suddenly, his and Wang Yun's expressions changed, and they both looked up at the same time.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three terrifying pressures of Heavenly Venerables descended again from three directions.

The Heavenly Venerable Yu Family, the Golden Crow Old Ancestor, and the Purple Sun Sect Leader.

They had caught up.

"Hehe... run, why aren't you running anymore?"

The figure of the Heavenly Venerable Yu Family stepped out from the Void Realm, his face full of mockery and spite.

"To catch up with you, this Venerable One expended a precious spatial Dao Artifact."

"Today, both of you must die here!"

Seeing this, Li Chunfeng's heart sank.

He pushed Wang Yun away, shielding him behind his back.

"Little friend, it seems today is this old man's death tribulation."

He gave a miserable smile.

Hum!

Behind him, a Venerable Dao Fruit, over two thousand zhang tall but covered in cracks, emerged.

He was going to risk his life.

However, just at this moment of tension, where a battle was about to break out.

Terrifying Saint power, surpassing that of Heavenly Venerables and even making those three Heavenly Venerables feel a sense of dread, swept over from the direction of the Demon Court in the distance.