In the world of "Covering the Sky," my cultivation technique is not right.

Chapter 114 Reversing the Heavenly Gang

After Lu Yao finished speaking, his imposing aura suddenly dissipated, and everyone present felt the suffocating feeling of being choked disappear.

The demons who had transformed back into their original forms all turned back into human form. Little Flood Dragon King Qingyi wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed, "The Holy Son of Yaoguang has profound cultivation. He has probably already stepped into the next level. Little Peng King, stop fooling around. I need to take the Holy Son of Yaoguang away and arrange a palace for him."

He had thought that with Tu Fei around, they would all be his own people, so he brought him to the palace to discuss the Dao and drink with everyone. He never expected that one of the humans would be the Yao Guang Holy Son, who had recently become famous and was vaguely known as the number one person in the Eastern Wilderness.

After months of fermentation, Lü Yao's reputation had spread throughout the entire Eastern Wilderness. Some even called him the number one genius of the Eastern Wilderness, ranking him alongside Jue Youqing of the Western Desert, Wang Teng of the Northern Plains, and Qi Lin of the Southern Ridge.

However, it is generally acknowledged that the Holy Son of Yaoguang is weaker than the other three in terms of cultivation level, as the other three have already entered the Dragon Transformation Realm and are advancing rapidly.

Now it seems... Qingyi sighed inwardly, the Holy Son of Yaoguang had long since entered the Dragon Transformation Realm, and no other genius of the demon race could compare.

If the Golden-Winged Roc King doesn't know when to advance and retreat, he might die on the spot today.

Unexpectedly, the Golden-Winged Roc King did not appreciate the good intentions of the man in green. After Lü Yao relaxed his restraint, he once again became eager to compete.

With his golden hair flying wildly, he held the Great Wilderness Halberd upside down and stared intently at the Holy Son of Yao Guang before him.

A pair of sharp eyes gleamed with golden light, their burning fighting spirit impossible to conceal.

Lu Yao shook his head: "Your combat strength is weak, your realm is weak, your secret techniques are weak, and your physique is weak. If I fight you, I'm afraid people will say I'm bullying the weak."

What?

The demons present were in an uproar. They dared not speak, but they all had their own thoughts, and some even used their divine sense to communicate.

While the Holy Son of Yao Guang is powerful, there's no need to belittle the Golden-Winged Roc King so drastically.

It is important to know that the Tianpeng, Jiaolong, Huangniao, and Jinwu races are among the most powerful races in the demon race. Their bloodlines may very well contain the blood of immortal beasts such as true dragons and immortal phoenixes.

Even among the various physical attributes of the human race, it is not necessarily possible to compare with the best individuals of these races.

While the Holy Son of Yaoguang was indeed powerful, his blatant disdain for the demon race's prodigies aroused a sense of shared hatred and indignation among the demons present.

The Golden-Winged Roc King laughed angrily: "Ha—this is the first time someone has spoken of me so lightly! You're just a faster cultivator; if we were at the same level, I would have severed your head with a single blow!"

"Brother Peng!" Qingyi hurriedly rebuked, fearing that the Holy Son of Yaoguang would really be angered and kill the Golden-Winged Little Peng King on the spot.

Such an outcome is unacceptable to both the Golden-Winged Roc King and the Yao Guang Holy Land.

Unexpectedly, the demons behind the Golden-Winged Roc King rallied to his aid: "I think the Roc King is right. If it were a battle between equals, a mere human would surely be torn apart by the Roc's claws!"

"Although Yao Guang is powerful, we demons should not underestimate us. Even imperial weapons are not uncommon for us demons!"

"What kind of constitution do you, Holy Son of Yao Guang, possess? What scriptures have you cultivated? How dare you spout such nonsense here!"

"If you don't dare to fight someone of the same realm, you might as well hand over the title of the number one genius of the Eastern Wilderness! My demon race has the Little Peng King, the Little Flood Dragon King, and the descendant of the Azure Emperor—aren't they all stronger than you!"

The demons were making a ruckus, and the voice of the woman in green trying to dissuade them was drowned out.

Lu Yao looked around and could even see that the dog Black Emperor was hiding among the crowd, howling incessantly.

Damn it, you bastard, I'll pair you up when we get back! A thousand times!

With the support of the demons, the Golden-Winged Roc King's previously suppressed momentum surged again, and his intense fighting spirit and killing intent were as sharp as knives, cutting into the body of the Holy Son of Yao Guang.

This is the secret realm of the Azure Dragon King, a supreme being of the demon race. It is estimated that even the Holy Son of Yao Guang would not dare to kill him. In this way, he will be the best whetstone for the Golden-Winged Roc King. If he wins this battle, the Roc King's reputation will immediately surpass that of the human race's prodigies in the Eastern Wilderness.

Step on the head of the Holy Son of Yaoguang!

Golden-Winged Roc King may be arrogant and crazy, but he is not stupid. Even though he is regarded as an extremely dangerous person by the demon race, he still has to use his brain when necessary.

The atmosphere in the magnificent palace was extremely tense.

Because of the difference in strength, the initiative has always been in the hands of the Holy Son of Yao Guang, not the Golden-Winged Roc King. As long as the Holy Son of Yao Guang does not refuse to fight, this competition will end without a fight.

But would the Holy Son of Yao Guang give in so easily, under such pressure from the Golden-Winged Roc King?

At the very least, the Azure-Clad Little Flood Dragon King thought it was impossible. Strength was paramount, and one's methods mattered. If the Holy Son of Yao Guang dared not suppress his strength to fight, he would lose all his current honors.

The little dragon king in green immediately transmitted his voice to the little demon beside him: "Quickly go and invite Princess Yan here, and it would be best if she brought the Chaos Green Lotus with her."

He was truly afraid that even Yan Ruyu would find it difficult to stop the Holy Son of Yaoguang from killing the Golden-Winged Roc King, and that only by relying on the ancient weapon of the Demon Emperor could he stop it.

"The Holy Son of Yaoguang is unfathomable!" The little demon nodded, looked around, and finding no one paying attention to him, slowly retreated, quietly leaving the Little Dragon King's palace, transforming into a stream of light towards Yan Ruyu's bedroom.

"You, do you dare?" The Golden-Winged Roc King raised his eyebrows, his hair danced wildly, and he held the Great Wilderness Halberd upside down in one hand, pointing one finger directly at Lü Yao's brow.

Seeing that Lü Yao remained silent, he assumed Lü Yao was feeling guilty and became even more arrogant: "It's just a battle between people of the same realm, are you afraid? If not, I'll give you a slight advantage!"

Black Emperor had secretly slipped back to Ye Fan's side, and was very proud of his actions in instigating the idiots of the demon race.

This way, we can at least witness the strength of this Holy Son of Yao Guang, right? Even just a tenth of it would be enough! Lü Yao gives him a very strange feeling, somewhat similar to the Great Emperor in his youth. Even more fantastical.

Ye Fan glanced sideways and saw the Black Emperor quietly return. He transmitted his voice, "You're finished. Lü Yao holds a grudge."

Just as the Black Emperor was about to reply, he suddenly felt a chill on his body. He saw Lu Yao, who was shining with holy light, reveal one eye and look at him.

Black Emperor immediately sensed that this kid would definitely bring up old grievances later.

But so what!

Then I have to watch this show to the end. Ye Fan didn't follow the script, and it's the same if Lü Yao goes on stage.

Lu Yao turned around, looked at the Golden-Winged Roc King who seemed oblivious to his surroundings and acted like a madman, and laughed.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was as firm as iron, easily suppressing the noise in the palace and echoing in everyone's ears: "It would be dishonest to fight you, but since you've uttered such arrogant words, it seems I can't leave you unpunished. In that case, I will fight you."

Upon hearing Yao Guang Shengzi's words, the demon race present fell silent, for what was about to happen was a battle between the human race's prodigies and the demon race's prodigies.

It can be said that if the Golden-Winged Roc King, one of the strongest prodigies of the demon race, were to lose, the future of the Eastern Wilderness demon race would be somewhat bleak.

The Golden-Winged Roc King sneered, his words brimming with intense confidence: "A hundred moves is the limit. If I cannot defeat you at the same level, I will become your follower!"

Lu Yao shook his head: "You are too weak to be my follower. Only those who rank among the top in the entire universe are worthy to be my followers and fight alongside me on the road to the Emperor."

The 108 divine halos surrounding him slowly dimmed, revealing his true form.

Since he attained enlightenment in Purple Mountain, and incorporated the principles of Yin and Yang into Tai Chi Chuan, and the fundamental principles of Hunyuan Holy Light Technique into Tai Chi Chuan, he has actually stopped liking to use Holy Light Technique.

The 108 divine rings are merely a means of proving one's identity.

Tai Chi Chuan is not just a martial art; it can be represented by diagrams, palm strikes, or objects, changing at will, and has completely transformed into a divine art of Yin and Yang. Perhaps we can think of another name for it in the future.

Lu Yao looked at the Golden-Winged Roc King and said, "I have heard that your Heavenly Roc Clan once produced a Demon Saint who inherited a powerful secret technique called the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Technique. Since you have lost, you should give this technique to me."

These words stirred up a huge wave of discussion.

Tu Fei spoke directly: "Saint Lu, you mustn't! You're plotting to seize another race's fundamental divine techniques. This will only lead to you being hunted down by the Tianpeng Clan."

The little dragon king in green robes also advised, "Holy Son, please reconsider. Why not choose another stake? I'm afraid the little roc king can't make the decision on this one."

If a former Holy Son of the Yao Guang Holy Land had dared to gamble with someone using the Hunyuan Holy Light Technique and lost, the outcome would undoubtedly have been that he would have been stripped of his Holy Son status, and whether his cultivation would be ruined would also be questionable.

Moreover, they will send all the elders and disciples of the Holy Land to hunt down anyone who obtains the Primordial Holy Light Technique.

Ye Fan had learned the Ji family's Great Void Technique and knew how much these powerful forces valued his fundamental secret techniques, and had also suffered greatly from it. Therefore, he advised, "Old Lü, why don't you consider changing? What if you offend Old Peng King..."

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Lu Yao knew they meant well, but he had his own considerations. If the Golden-Winged Roc King couldn't make the decision, then there was still the Old Roc King, wasn't there?

Lu Yao looked at the Great Wilderness Halberd, his primordial spirit between his brows trembled slightly, and he could sense that there was a powerful divine thought beneath its seal.

"You're so confident in yourself, are you going to take this bet or not?" Lu Yao asked.

A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the Golden-Winged Roc King, but he hesitated for a moment, remembering how stern the old Roc King had been to him.

But then, considering his own strength, he resolutely said, "I'll take it. What wouldn't I dare? I just don't know what you'll lose to me if you lose?"

Lu Yao said directly, "Naturally, I am equal to you. I will wager the Holy Light Technique."

The Golden-Winged Roc King gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's fight!"

Then, with golden hair hanging upside down, eyes like knives, and robes fluttering, a golden phantom of a divine roc appeared behind him, and a cry suddenly rang in the ears of everyone present.

"Hey!"

At this cry, all the demons' blood surged and their eyes saw stars. Only Ye Fan, the little dragon king in green, Tu Fei, and others with decent cultivation were unaffected.

Ye Fan's expression was solemn.

But he wasn't worried about Lü Yao. He knew Lü Yao's strength was a mystery, and even in a battle between equals, it was not something the Golden-Winged Roc King could easily pull off.

He was thinking that the Golden-Winged Roc King had taken a liking to his Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, and that there would probably be another battle after he left the Azure Dragon King's small world.

At that time, it will be a clash between the ancient, desolate body and the Heavenly Roc demon body.

Therefore, Ye Fan focused all his attention on getting a good look at Little Peng King's strength.

"Fight!" The Golden-Winged Roc King, wielding the Great Wilderness Halberd, slashed diagonally, unleashing a surge of divine power that caused ripples to appear in the void, and the entire palace began to tremble.

The woman in green cried anxiously, "Go outside and fight! Don't tear down my palace!"

Lu Yao chuckled: "Little Flood Dragon King, don't worry."

After saying that, he took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the palace.

Golden-Winged Roc King sneered, then transformed into a streak of light and followed him out.

The others followed suit and went out.