Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 942 Provocation
The sea of ​​light is shrouded in darkness, the star palace.

Above the vast expanse of the universe, two streaks of light descended from the sky, piercing through countless star charts in the blink of an eye, and landed before the majestic palace at the very core of the universe.

"Fellow Daoist, please follow me."

Haoyuan raised his hand, and Lü Yang, without hesitation, stepped into the palace, the heavy sound of his footsteps echoing inside.

"Boom--!"

In an instant, as if a mechanism had been triggered, the once silent palace was suddenly filled with boundless power, pressing down on Lü Yang.

Upon seeing this, Lü Yang narrowed his eyes.

It wasn't just one stream of energy, but thirty! The weakest among them were all at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, and at this moment they were all working together as one, like a towering mountain pressing down on him.

In a daze, Lü Yang seemed to see a vast ocean of magical power crashing towards him, and he was just a lone boat in the ocean, drifting with the current and at the mercy of it. If it were someone in the early stage of the Golden Core realm here, they would at least have to stop, or even have to retreat!

However, Lü Yang's actions did not stop.

"Humph!"

The second footstep sounded, but it was completely different from the first one, because this step caused the entire palace to creak and groan under the weight of the weight!
Almost simultaneously, all the Dao True Monarchs in the palace who were targeting Lü Yang felt a blur before their eyes, as if they saw a pillar supporting the sky in a vast ocean, calming the sea and cutting through the waves, shining brightly and soaring straight to the heavens. It actually suppressed the combined aura of the thirty of them with its own power!

"This"

Seeing this, even Haoyuan Shangzhen, who had brought Lü Yang, was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Lü Yang to change his style so drastically and show his true colors.

The footsteps continued.

Lu Yang strolled slowly, cutting through the waves, defying the onslaught of magical power, and steadily entered the palace.

The next second, everything was calm.

Both Lü Yang's aura and the aura within the palace seemed to have never existed, dissipating instantly, and the palace returned to tranquility.

Lü Yang stood inside the hall, looked around, then looked at the five people at the top and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture:

"I have met five seniors."

This single action immediately caused the energy within the palace, which had just calmed down, to surge again, and several powerful Dao True Monarchs revealed their resentment.

There were thirty-six True Lords of the Fali Dao present, who were absolute elites who had emerged from the Fali Dao over the years. They were completely different from the Star Lords outside. However, Lü Yang ignored the other thirty people and only bowed to the five Great True Lords sitting at the top.

"It seems you're quite arrogant, fellow Daoist."

One of them sneered, his divine sense sweeping over Lü Yang without any attempt to conceal it, his voice full of provocation: "Is this an insult to the other fellow practitioners here?"

"if not?"

Lu Yang raised an eyebrow, showing no intention of backing down, and directly retorted, "What is your cultivation level? Do you even deserve to call me a fellow Daoist?"

Lü Yang had a very clear understanding of this trip to the Star Palace.

A supreme-level Dao weapon, with effects equivalent to a supreme treasure for ascending to a higher rank, is being made free of charge by the Star Palace. How could all these powerful Dao True Lords agree to this?

It's normal to feel resentful.

In this situation, if one does not demonstrate the strength and attitude to match these things, it will only cause unexpected setbacks to this trip to the Star Palace.

"Me? Not worthy?"

At the same time, the speaker was also amused and said, "Young man, when I was fighting against the Immortal Pivot back then, you probably didn't even know where you were!"

"so what?"

Lu Yang remained calm: "You've cultivated for most of your life, and now you're at the same level as me. Is your age the only thing you can boast about in front of me?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere inside the palace became strange.

Clearly, most people did not expect Lü Yang to be so aggressive, as if he had not come to the Star Palace to request Dao weapons, but to rob it.

The powerful Daoist lords exchanged glances.

'His sudden assertiveness is a stark contrast to our last meeting; it seems he's also realized the importance of this battle and wants to gain more advantages.'

"However, this is just as good." "A hegemon-level Dao soldier, leading the charge in the attack on Tianfu, is a golden opportunity to get close to the [Cataclysm]. How can we really hand it over to outsiders?"

At the same time, the True Lord of the Magic Power Path, who had been directly confronted by Lü Yang, also spoke up. His face showed no anger, and his eyes were completely calm: "It seems that when you came last time, you let a fellow Daoist kill a Star Lord, so you thought that the Magic Power Path might just be all talk and no action."

"Boom!"

Before he finished speaking, the powerful Daoist Master stepped down from his position, and a torrent of magical power surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.

"I know your record too."

"Just because you defeated the Buddha's body enlightened by the World Honored One, you think you're invincible below the Great True Lord?"

Although Lü Yang had the upper hand in the clash of energy just now, he felt that this didn't mean anything, since neither of them had unleashed their full power.

Compared to him, Lü Yang undoubtedly gave it his all.

Therefore, in his opinion, Lü Yang's strength was not necessarily stronger than his own; at most, he was a formidable opponent. But how high could a junior's fighting level be?
If they were to actually fight, the outcome would be uncertain!

At least the Buddha who enlightened Ratnasambhava of the Vajradhatu Mandala could have won if he were in his place. This record might convince others, but it couldn't convince him.

As soon as the words fell, divine thoughts began to intertwine within the palace:

'Is this the start of a fight?'

'It should have been done long ago! How can a hegemon-level Dao weapon be handed over to an outsider so easily? Especially not to a Saint Sect True Monarch; he might just abscond with the loot!'

'It's not just him; I think that the one who strikes also intends to make a move.'

'If he's going to go, that's enough. After all, he's the most senior, and his magical power has undergone a full 360 transformations, nearing the qualitative leap after reaching perfection.'

At the same time, Lü Yang nodded:

"Then come on."

His intention in taking the overlord-level Dao weapon was to establish his authority. Now that someone has offered it to him, he doesn't mind giving them a quick death.

This move immediately drew praise and nods of approval from others.

'Not bad. '

"This is going to be good. Speaking of which, is this Master of Calamity really the Holy Sect True Lord? Judging from his style, he seems to have an ancient air about him."

What is traditional Chinese style?

In the golden age of cultivation, there were not so many intricacies and schemes among cultivators. Might makes right, and that was the way of the ancients.

The vast expanse of the universe.

Lu Yang and Zhengao stood facing each other, surrounded by a star map, with array patterns spreading out to ensure that the aftershocks of their battle were contained within a certain range.

"how?"

Zhengao spoke first, sneering, "I see you don't have any Dao weapons or treasures. If you're lacking something suitable, I can wait for you to borrow it."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang glanced at the palace not far away. Including Haoyuan Shangzhen, the Star Palace had a total of six Dao True Monarchs with great magical power. Whether he could obtain a hegemon-level Dao weapon depended on their wishes. Including the upcoming battle of Tianfu, he also needed the Star Palace to have a firm enough stance.

In that case
Thinking of this, Lü Yang shook his head and said calmly, "No need for that. As long as you can withstand one of my punches, the Overlord-level Dao Weapon is yours!"

Upon hearing this, Zhengao's expression immediately changed.

Not only him, but also the group of powerful Dao True Monarchs suddenly became noisy. The Great True Monarchs at the head of the group frowned upon hearing this, and strange looks appeared in their eyes.

'Such a boastful tone'

Zhengao is really strong. At least in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm of magic power, he has reached a certain limit, but he has never been able to break through because he is limited by his lifespan.

Does catching a punch count as winning?

Who gave him the confidence?

(End of this chapter)