Ten Tailed Fox

Chapter 2155 The Awakening of the Demon Lord

His eyes were fixed on a corner of the Fanxiu Arena.

"What's wrong?" Mo Tao noticed Mo Yu's unusual behavior and followed her gaze.

Amidst the massive, chaotic battle, a young man stood quietly.

He remained calm and composed, not in a hurry to make a move. Blood mist churned around him, and countless cultivators fought desperately, but he alone stood still like a solitary stone.

Mo Yu murmured to himself, "Strange, why can't I see through this kid's cultivation level?"

"Oh?" Mo Tao raised an eyebrow, with a hint of teasing. "It's normal that your eyesight has dulled a bit since you haven't fought in a while. Hmm? I can't tell at all."

As he spoke, the other leaders also looked over.

Mo Zhu's pupils shrank sharply, and his expression turned serious: "Is this person really a mortal cultivator? I have a feeling that he is an immortal in disguise."

"Let's observe for a while; perhaps he has some hidden tricks up his sleeve," Mo Jin said.

The young man they were discussing was Yuan Luo.

Just a month ago, he was an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken, but under the guidance of the Demonic Daoist, he completed a transformative cultivation.

Now, he has completely mastered the combat power of a peak Immortal Venerable.

His gaze was calm and steady, no longer filled with the fear and apprehension of the past. He was like a demonic blade that had quietly sheathed its edge, quiet yet ready to cleave the sky at any moment.

The other cultivators around him did not notice him.

Until a Nascent Soul Realm demonic cultivator was knocked to the ground, rolled twice, and landed at Yuan Luo's feet.

"Heh, kid, you're not moving at all, are you scared out of your wits?" The demonic cultivator stood up, grinning maliciously as he approached step by step. "A pushover like you should stay far away."

He raised his hands, and the raging demonic flames surged instantly, rushing straight towards Yuan Luo.

However, before he could get close, the demonic cultivator trembled all over, his breathing stopped, and the next moment, his body exploded, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

All the ordinary cultivators at the same level as him were stunned.

"Wha...what's going on?"

"No one attacked him, how could he be dead?!"

"No, he was crushed to death by the pressure of the air!"

Cries of horror rose and fell, and the battlefield fell into a brief silence.

Yuan Luo remained standing there quietly.

He didn't move, he just stood there, yet he was like an ancient god or demon, and anything that came near him seemed to be crushed by an invisible pressure.

On the viewing platform, Mo Jin's pupils constricted sharply, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Good lad! He actually managed to kill someone of the same realm with just his aura?"

Mo Yu's eyes turned serious, and he saw something amiss: "There is indeed a problem. In my opinion, he is very likely an immortal."

"Then why can't we see through him?" Mo Tao realized a possibility, her expression changing slightly. "Could it be... that his cultivation is even above ours?"

These words sent a jolt through all the leaders.

"You're overthinking it," Mo Jin sneered. "If such a powerful person really existed, why hadn't he stood out before?"

"Stop arguing, let my disciple test him first." Mo Zhu grinned. "In this competition, the strongest in the Immortal Arena is naturally the successor of the Seven Lords. But in the Mortal Cultivation Arena, I dare say no one can defeat Chaha. As a Nine Tribulation Quasi-Immortal, he has no rivals below the Immortal level."

In the battle arena, the crimson color continued to spread.

More and more people noticed Yuan Luo and tried to test him, but none of them escaped unscathed.

Before they could even get close, they suffocated instantly, collapsing to the ground and turning into a bloody mist. Gradually, the battle in the Mortal Cultivation Arena seemed to be divided. Everyone spontaneously avoided that area.

Yuan Luo stood alone in the center, like an inviolable demon god. Mist filled the air, but his eyes remained clear and indifferent, as if searching for something.

Just then, a surprised gaze fixed on Yuan Luo.

It was Chaha, Mozhu's personal disciple, and the undisputed strongest fighter in the Fanxiu Arena.

Chaha was clad in jet-black demonic armor, his aura like a raging torrent of flames. He had long since swept aside his peers, and almost no one could rival him. However, at this moment, his eyes held not only fighting spirit, but also deep shock and fear.

"How could he still be alive?" Chaha's voice trembled as images from a month ago flashed through his mind.

At that time, he was ordered to go to Da Yin Mountain to recruit soldiers, and he killed Yuan Luo's entire family and his childhood sweetheart Hui Ji. He even personally killed Yuan Luo to eliminate any remaining threat.

That was real death.

But before him, this young man who should have died reappeared in front of him with a sharp and indifferent demeanor.

Moreover... his power is many times stronger than it was a month ago!
“I’ve found you.” The moment their eyes met, Yuan Luo spoke, his voice deep and resonant, like a demonic sound rolling from the depths of the netherworld.

Chaha's face turned pale. He took a half step back and opened his mouth to explain, but the words were stuck in his throat.

Yuan Luo's eyes were cold. Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand and slowly pressed down.

boom!
A single slap seemed to blot out the entire sky.

Countless ordinary cultivators in the arena looked up and saw that the giant hand was pressing down like a black curtain of the sky.

Chaha's pupils constricted sharply, and he roared with all his might, his body surging with demonic flames in an attempt to resist.

However, the next moment, his body exploded like paper, blood, flesh and bone fragments scattering in the void, and he was instantly dead.

The aftershocks of that palm strike even swept across the entire mortal cultivator arena.

"what!"

"help me--"

Screams echoed as countless mortal cultivators exploded and died on the spot. The aftershocks alone killed half of the demonic cultivators in the arena.

If the arena hadn't been filled with runes personally inscribed by the eight demon lords, which neutralized the vast majority of the power, probably no one in the entire arena would have survived.

Blood rained down, and the arena seemed like a living hell.

On the viewing platform, the thirteen leaders all changed color simultaneously.

Mo Jin suddenly stood up and roared, "Damn it! Such a large-scale massacre! He was clearly using his immortal cultivation to attack mortals! He must be punished!"

"How dare he kill my disciple!" Mo Zhu's face turned even more ashen. He stood up abruptly, his pupils flashing with boundless rage. "Does he even know how many resources he spent nurturing him?!"

"Take him down, this matter is far too serious." Mo Yu stood up, intending to take action personally.

However, Yuan Luo ignored the fury on the viewing platform. He merely glanced coldly at the mortal cultivation arena before stepping towards another gate.

That's the entrance to the Celestial Arena.

The thirteen leaders were all stunned.

"What...is he going to do?"

However, Yuan Luo did not hesitate at all. As soon as he approached, the door shattered and he stepped inside.

As soon as Yuan Luo stepped inside, he felt countless overwhelming killing intents rushing towards him. The immortals were already engaged in a bloody battle, and their power was enough to shatter mountains and rivers and tear apart the starry sky.

Yuan Luo arrived at the center of the blood-red arena, his gaze cold and indifferent. He showed no fear, but instead raised his hands, unleashing a burst of immortal power.