Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"The Bronze Immortal Palace has been born!" The crowd cheered, and everyone rushed towards the direction where the light was coming from. Their eyes were full of greed and desire, as if there was a treasure they had always dreamed of there.

Jiang Han, Ye Fan, Ji Ziyue and Duan De also followed the crowd and walked towards the Bronze Immortal Palace. Jiang Han's steps were steady and firm, and his eyes were always vigilantly observing the situation around him. Ye Fan and Ji Ziyue followed closely behind him, feeling both excited and nervous. Duan De followed at the end, muttering as he walked: "I must get more treasures this time, otherwise it will be a big loss."

When they arrived at the entrance of the Bronze Immortal Palace, they found that a large number of monks and demons had gathered there. Everyone was vying for the opportunity to enter the Bronze Immortal Palace, and the scene was in chaos. Some monks even fought with others in order to enter first; the demons were not to be outdone, and they all used their magical powers to try to break through the crowd.

"Let's not rush and wait and see what happens." Jiang Han frowned as he looked at the chaotic scene. He knew that if he rashly entered the Bronze Immortal Palace in such a chaotic situation, he would probably be in danger.

"But everyone is grabbing the treasures. If we don't go in, what will happen if all the treasures are snatched away by others?" Duan De said anxiously, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the Bronze Immortal Palace, wishing he could rush in immediately.

"Why are you panicking? The treasure won't run away." Jiang Han rolled his eyes at Duan De. "We have to find a suitable time to safely enter the Bronze Immortal Palace." His voice was steady and calm, making people feel at ease.

At this moment, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang Holy Land came out of the seven-colored chariot. He was wearing a white robe embroidered with golden runes, exuding a mysterious aura. His eyes were deep and majestic, as if he could see through everything. He raised his hand lightly, and a powerful force instantly pushed the crowd around him away, opening a path for the disciples of Yaoguang Holy Land.

"Hmph, the people of Yaoguang Holy Land are just overbearing." Ji Ziyue said dissatisfiedly as she looked at the actions of Saint Lord Yaoguang.

"This is the gap in strength." Ye Fan sighed, "In the face of absolute strength, everything seems so insignificant." A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, knowing that there was still a big gap between him and these top powerhouses.

"We can't fall behind either." Jiang Han watched the people from Yaoguang Holy Land enter the Bronze Immortal Palace, with a hint of determination in his eyes. He knew that the feast for the treasure had begun, and they had to act as soon as possible.

Just as Jiang Han was about to lead everyone to find an opportunity to enter the Bronze Immortal Palace, suddenly, a black crack appeared in the sky. The crack was like a devil's mouth, emitting a strange aura. From the crack, a figure slowly walked out...

"Who is that demon boy? From their conversation, he seems to know the Holy Lord Yaoguang, and they are from the same era!" The human race looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and curiosity. They whispered to each other, trying to find clues about this mysterious demon boy. In this world where the strong are respected, the appearance of any powerful being may cause a huge change in the situation, not to mention that this boy seems to have a close connection with the Holy Lord Yaoguang.

"Ancestor, do you know his identity?" Ji Ziyue pointed at the young man at the front of the demon army and asked. She stared at the young man with curiosity and a hint of awe. In this world full of unknowns and dangers, knowing the identity of a strong person can often give you more confidence in dealing with crises.

"A junior." Jiang Han said lightly, with a hint of nonchalance in his voice, "But you seem to call it the Peacock King." His eyes swept over the young man, as if the other party was just an insignificant existence in his eyes. However, his words were like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, stirring up thousands of waves.

"Young Peacock... What? He... He is the Peacock King!" Ji Ziyue muttered half a sentence at first, and then she opened her mouth wide after she realized what was happening, her beautiful eyes full of shock. Her face was full of disbelief. She originally thought that he was just an ordinary demon boy, but she didn't expect that he was the Peacock King who was once famous in the Southern Region. He was a powerful demon who swept across the Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland eight hundred years ago, had countless brilliant achievements, and had never been defeated since his debut!
Almost at the same time, the human race in the field also confirmed the identity of the latter through the conversation between the Holy Lord Yaoguang and the demon race boy. In an instant, a clamor arose. The exclamations and discussions of the crowd intertwined, as if to overturn the entire sky.

"Such a weak-looking boy is actually the Peacock King who was once famous in the Southern Region!" Someone exclaimed, his voice full of disbelief. In their imagination, the Peacock King should be a burly and majestic being, but the boy in front of them looked so weak, which completely subverted their perception.

"Eight hundred years ago, he roamed the southern region and was invincible. He has been silent for many years. I thought he had passed away, but I didn't expect he is still alive! He must have come to the world this time for the Bronze Palace." Someone else speculated, with a flash of worry about the future situation in his eyes. The appearance of the Peacock King undoubtedly made the competition for the Bronze Palace even more complicated and confusing.

"It is said that when Saint Yaoguang fought with him, neither of them could defeat the other. Now that so many years have passed, no one knows what realm they are in now!" An old man said with emotion, with a hint of awe in his voice. Although that shocking battle has been over for many years, it is still talked about by people and has become a legend in the East Desert.

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Everyone's astonished eyes were fixed on the demon boy. It was obvious that they knew more or less about this powerful demon. Who was the Peacock King? The powerful demon, eight hundred years ago, swept across the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland. He had countless brilliant achievements and had never lost since his debut. His name was well-known in the Eastern Wasteland and became a legend in the hearts of countless people.

"Conservatively speaking, he should be more than two thousand years old." Ji Ziyue muttered. Although her voice was small, it was clearly audible in this noisy environment. Hearing her words, Ye Fan's eyes flashed with a little surprise. If this were placed on Earth, it would be an old monster born in the Qin and Han dynasties. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have a deeper understanding of the time span of this world. In this world where cultivation is prevalent, the life span of the strong is often beyond imagination. More than two thousand years old may not be too long for a powerful demon. It is precisely because of his youthful appearance that the human race showed such a look of surprise. In their opinion, the Peacock King must be as tall as a mountain, with unparalleled momentum. However, no matter what, they did not expect that he did not feel the slightest bit of vicissitudes. He looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, like an ice peak snow lotus, like a pure land breeze. His appearance seemed to break people's inherent cognition of time and the image of the strong, adding more mystery to the upcoming battle for the Bronze Immortal Palace.

call out!
Suddenly, another sound of breaking through the air was heard. The sound was sharp and rapid, like a sharp blade cutting through the sky. In an instant, a middle-aged man appeared beside the Peacock King. The man had an upright figure, a stern face, and a powerful aura emanating from his body that made people dare not look directly at him.

"Green Dragon King!" Hearing the powerful voice coming from the Ji family's chariot, everyone in the field felt dry in their mouths. The demon clan had another terrifying existence! The Green Dragon King, this was a powerful demon clan member who became famous before the Peacock King! His appearance made the already tense situation even more tense. Everyone's eyes turned to him, their eyes full of awe and fear. In this world where the strong are respected, one more powerful existence means more uncertainty and danger.

"The Bronze Immortal Palace was left by the immortals of our human race. What do you monsters want to do here?" Saint Master Yaoguang snorted coldly, and a terrifying pressure surged out from the seven-colored chariot, sweeping towards the monsters in the distance like a surging tide. His voice was as loud as a bell, with an unquestionable majesty, as if announcing to the monsters that the Bronze Immortal Palace belonged to them.

"Let's not talk about whether there are really immortals in this world. How can you be sure that this bronze immortal palace is the heritage of your human race and not of my demon race?" The Peacock King waved his hand, cutting off the aura from Saint Lord Yaoguang, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Even if the bronze immortal palace is really something of the human race, so what? Yesterday, the tomb of the emperor of my demon race was unearthed, didn't you humans get involved?" His words were full of doubts and dissatisfaction, and his eyes flashed with determination, as if he was fighting for the demon race's due rights.

"Master Hongjun stole the heart of my demon clan emperor, where is he now!" Following the Peacock King, the Green Dragon King shouted angrily, his roar was like thunder, deafening. His voice was full of anger and resentment, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart. In his opinion, Master Hongjun stole the heart of the demon clan emperor, which was a great insult to the demon clan, and he must seek justice.

"This Taoist Hongjun has a mysterious origin. We are also tracking down his whereabouts. After all, the treasures of Zhongzhou and the Taoist scriptures have fallen into his hands." The ethereal voice of the Saint Lord of Yaochi floated in this space. Her voice was like the sound of nature, but it also carried an elusive sense of mystery. Her words not only showed her attitude towards tracking down the ancestor Hongjun, but also seemed to imply that there was a deeper level of interest entanglement hidden behind this struggle.

"Ancestor, they are looking for you. Do you want to show your face and shock the world with your domineering aura?" Duan De looked at Jiang Han with a flattering look. His face was full of smiles, but there was a sly flicker in his eyes. He knew that Jiang Han was powerful. If Jiang Han showed up, he would definitely take the leading role in this dispute. However, his proposal was rejected by Jiang Han.

"The Bronze Immortal Palace has not yet appeared, don't worry." Jiang Han glanced at Duan De and smiled calmly. His eyes were full of confidence and calmness, as if everything was under his control. In his opinion, the appearance of the Bronze Immortal Palace was the key to this fight, and now was not the time to expose himself.

"The Bronze Immortal Palace has appeared, how can we not get involved?" Suddenly, a thunderous sound exploded, shaking the sky. A team of seventy or eighty people flashed from the north, each riding on a wild beast, with whale armor, the roar of the beasts could be heard for dozens of miles, and the murderous aura was soaring. This was a group of powerful knights, with bloody murderous intent all over their bodies. It was obvious that they had killed countless people, and they had gathered unimaginable murderous intent, with bloody light lingering around them. Seventy or eighty wild beasts roared, their iron hooves crushed the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they occupied a piece of void. Their appearance was like a black torrent, instantly breaking the original balance.

The leader of the team was a middle-aged man in gray, sitting upright on a lion-like beast, with a shining iron armor on his body, looking very majestic. In his hands were three large flags, fluttering and shattering the heavens and the earth. Each flag was as red as blood, and the murderous aura was soaring into the sky, as if it had drunk the blood of countless creatures. His eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could see through everything, which made people shudder.

Clang, clang, clang! When he stabilized his body, he threw three blood-red flags to the ground below. The flagpoles were sunk into the ground, like pillars supporting the sky, and their momentum was as strong as a mountain. The flags fluttered, clanging, and blood rushed up to the sky. The blood seemed to be the flames from hell, burning people's fear and making the whole scene even more gloomy and terrifying.

"Who are they? Their momentum seems to be no weaker than that of the major holy places and ancient families!" Everyone's eyes were fixed on the leading man and they were surprised. Their eyes were full of confusion and worry. They didn't know what changes this mysterious force that suddenly appeared would bring to the battle for the Bronze Immortal Palace.

"Master Jiang, he is from your Jiang family, so why don't you say something?" The slightly teasing voice of Saint Yaoguang sounded from the sky. His words were full of provocation, as if he was deliberately provoking a conflict between the Jiang family and this mysterious force.

However, no one spoke from the direction where the Jiang family's chariot was, only a faint sigh. The sigh was full of helplessness and sadness, as if it was hiding an unknown past.

"After my elder brother Jiang Zhe left the Jiang family, I completely left this family. Don't mention this to me again!" The middle-aged man riding on the Suanni beast glanced at the Jiang family's location, and then his eyes fell on the location of the Holy Lord Yaoguang. His iron armor flashed cold light, and the three blood-red flags burst out with terrifying waves like the ocean. His voice was full of determination and anger, as if he was saying goodbye to everything in the past.

The next moment, he called back a large flag with his right hand and threw it towards the direction where the Holy Lord Yaoguang was, at an extremely fast speed. The large flag was like a red lightning, cutting through the sky, carrying endless murderous aura, and heading straight for the Holy Lord Yaoguang.

"Jiang Yi, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so irritable." The Saint Lord Yaoguang said sarcastically, and then a precious pestle flew out of the chariot, shining with divine light, and headed towards the blood-red flag. The precious pestle shone brightly, as if it were the sun's radiance, forming a sharp contrast with the blood-red flag. (End of this chapter)