The First Venerable of All Paths

"Get out of my sight, all of you!"

As soon as the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor appeared, he used his absolute power to simultaneously defeat the attacks of Elder Xue and Tang Xuan.

This fierce and violent demonic aura also forced Han Yun and his companions to retreat.

"A Seven-Tier Demon Emperor?"

The old man from the Xue family and Tang Xuan looked horrified and quickly retreated, their expressions solemn.

The most shocked were Kuang Yao and Han Yun.

Little did they know that Fang Xuan would have such a terrifying being protecting him.

Kuang Yao regretted it the most.

If he had known this would happen, he would have simply wiped out the Vulture Gang, and Mad Lion would never have gotten involved.

"Damn it, that little bastard was hiding his true colors!"

Tang Xuan's expression darkened; he felt the situation was extremely troublesome.

Once a martial artist reaches the Divine Intent Realm, each advancement in cultivation level results in a dramatic difference in strength.

As for demonic beasts, they are inherently strong and powerful.

Demonic beasts at the Demon Emperor Realm possess intelligence and wit that are not much inferior to those of humans, enough to easily suppress human martial artists of the same realm.

The Seventh Demon Emperor is no longer someone they can contend with.

"Kid, your talent for causing trouble is getting more and more refined."

The Crimson Scale Demon Emperor smiled slightly and said, "But we are one, so their targeting of you is targeting me."

"So, what do you suggest we do this time?"

Upon hearing this, a chilling killing intent crept onto Fang Xuan's face, and his voice, as cold as the wind, resounded in all directions.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!!!"

Tang Xuan and his group disregarded their status to besiege Fang Xuan, coveting his valuables.

If he didn't cripple, kill, or terrify them, Fang Xuan's resentment would never be satisfied.

"Good, just to my liking!"

The Crimson Scale Demon Emperor's eyes shone like sunlight, and his bloodthirsty demonic aura grew increasingly violent.

"Today, I, the Emperor, will fight alongside you in a fierce battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor's enormous body transformed into a long rainbow, spanning a hundred meters of void, and appeared in front of Tang Xuan.

"You scoundrel, you were the most hypocritical and arrogant one just now, so I'll send you on your way first!"

A crimson, blood-red demonic aura erupted from its claws, which, like steel claws, slammed down on Tang Xuan's head.

Its speed was as fast as a thunderclap.

Tang Xuan's expression suddenly changed.

He didn't have time to speak; he could only subconsciously circulate his spiritual energy to form a spiritual shield to protect himself.

"Thump!"

The claws struck the spirit shield, and a deafening roar swept in all directions.

The spirit shield shattered, and Tang Xuan plummeted to the ground like a meteorite.

Having landed a successful blow, the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor did not pause for a moment.

He suddenly looked at the white-haired old man from the Xue family, his eyes filled with even more intense killing intent.

"And you old bastard, you're practically half-buried, yet you still dare to come out and take advantage of the chaos!"

"You too, get out of here!"

"Whoosh!"

A malevolent wind arose, carrying a fierce killing intent.

The Crimson Scale Demon King's tail lashed out at the old man of the Xue family like an iron whip and lightning.

"Awooo!"

The old man from the Xue family changed his expression and suddenly slammed his cane into the air. Three water dragons roared up and pounced on the python's tail.

"Boom!"

The water jet burst open, creating a mist that filled the sky, and the old man from the Xue family was startled.

Before he could regain his footing, steel claws emerged from the mist, carrying immense force, and slammed towards the old man of the Xue family.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The three talismans spun and flew up, condensing into a protective shield around the old man of the Xue family.

"Click click click!"

Although they are three high-level defensive talismans, they are naturally sufficient to deal with attacks from ordinary Divine Intent Realm martial artists.

But in front of the Seventh Demon Emperor, it was as fragile as a piece of paper, easily shattered.

"snort!"

The old man from the Xue family groaned and retreated dozens of meters.

Two cultivators at the sixth level of the Divine Intent Realm were utterly helpless before the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor.

"Fellow Daoist Wanlong, let's join forces."

Having just regained his footing, Tang Xuan saw that even Xue Wanlong was no match for the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor, so he transmitted his voice, saying, "Although this demon has a seventh level of cultivation, you and I have cultivated for many years. If we join forces, we may not be unable to subdue this demon!"

"good!"

Xue Wanlong smiled sinisterly: "Although demonic beasts are strong, they ultimately lack intelligence. How can they possibly contend with our human race!"

"kill!"

Upon hearing that Xue Wanlong had agreed, Tang Xuan felt relieved and took the initiative to make a move.

What he fears most now is that Xue Wanlong will decide to back down, leaving him alone to face the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor.

If the other party agrees, Tang Xuan is at least 60% confident that he can capture this demon emperor.

Countless thorny vines sprouted from the earth below, soaring upwards like tentacles, wrapping around the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor.

"The Thorn Technique!"

These thorny tentacles are covered with sharp, hard barbs, enough to easily pierce and crush the bones of an ordinary demon emperor.

However, Tang Xuan did not seek to kill Chi Lin; he only needed to entangle and trap him to buy Xue Wanlong time.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

Countless thorns transformed into a cage, binding the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor's body, preventing him from breaking free.

"Excellent! Fellow Daoist Tang's Thorn Technique has truly reached a state of perfection. I am in awe!"

Xue Wanlong laughed heartily and said, "In that case, I will certainly not fall behind others."

As soon as he finished speaking, one water dragon after another condensed from the void.

Finally, these water dragons transformed into giant water dragon spears, tearing through the void and piercing towards the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor.

"Knock knock knock!"

A deafening roar reverberated through the air, dominating the heavens and the earth.

Although the Crimson Scale Demon Emperor appeared to be besieged by two powerful figures, he was stronger and had lived for countless years, so he naturally had nothing to worry about.

Fang Xuan withdrew his gaze and looked at Han Yun and the others, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Shall we continue?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a dragon's roar arose.

A golden dragonfish floated around Fang Xuan, becoming one with him.

This made Fang Xuan look like a real dragonfish.

The Dragon Fish Transformation represents the highest level of dragon fish movement techniques.

Fang Xuan has been practicing this martial art for nearly two years and has already reached its peak.

However, Fang Xuan also knew that as his cultivation level improved, this movement technique was becoming somewhat inadequate.

However, he had mastered too many skills and possessed sword control techniques, so he looked down on ordinary movement techniques and martial arts.

"After this is over, I need to find some time to learn a movement-based martial art!"

His mind raced, but Fang Xuan's speed was not slow.

His first choice was neither Han Yun nor Xue Wenhuan.

It's the Mad Sun!

This person was already injured and was not in his peak condition.

Using it as a starting point is the wisest choice.

The golden dragonfish, like a golden thread, darted in front of Kuang Yao and threw a punch.

Dao Falls, Fist Ends!

The true meaning of martial arts!

The most ruthless and domineering punch, the moment it was unleashed, caused the wind and clouds to change color and the world to lose its luster.

The phantom of the Goddess of Slaughter merged with Fang Xuan and punched Kuang Yao.

"not good!"

Kuang Yao's expression changed drastically.

He hadn't expected that Fang Xuan could still deliver such a terrifying blow.

Its domineering power filled Kuang Yao with horror.

"Frozen into a mountain!"

Kuang Yao quickly calmed down and formed hand seals.

"Snap!"

Snowflakes filled the sky, coalescing into an iceberg that stood in front of Kuang Yao, attempting to block Fang Xuan's punch.

"Boom!"

The fist strike landed, hitting the iceberg.

The heavens and earth trembled, and icebergs cracked.

Spiderweb-like cracks covered the entire iceberg, before it finally exploded with a deafening roar.

"Wow!"

With the iceberg shattered, Kuang Yao suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his aura even weaker than before.

The expectations within one's body are like wild horses running rampant, impossible to restrain.

Seeing that Kuang Yao was severely injured, Fang Xuan was about to seize the opportunity to pursue and deliver a fatal blow to Kuang Yao.

"Ten thousand winds become blades!"

"Water dragons fill the sky!"

Just then, two voices suddenly rang out.

Han Yun formed hand seals, and gusts of wind swept out, transforming into blades that slashed towards Fang Xuan.

Xue Wenhuan gathered spiritual energy around him, transforming it into a water dragon that swept towards Fang Xuan.

The combined attack of two experts at the fourth level of the Divine Intent Realm caused Fang Xuan's expression to change.

But he did not retreat even a step; on the contrary, his eyes blazed with murderous intent.

"The flames of war will spread!"

Fang Xuan grabbed with his palm, and crimson-gold flames appeared in his palm, which he then flicked away with his sleeve.

The flames transformed into a sea of ​​fire, sweeping outwards.

The scorching heat filled the sky.

First, the blade cut the sea of ​​fire into several pieces, and then the smoke dissipated.

But the fire did not die out; on the contrary, the temperature became even more violent.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

Water and fire are incompatible.

They lasted for several breaths before dissipating from each other.

"The power of heavenly fire is truly terrifying."

Han Yun's expression grew increasingly grim as he said, "Brother Xue, let's join forces."

"no problem!"

Xue Wenhuan readily agreed.

"Commander Kuangyao, can you hold on?"

Han Yun then looked at Kuang Yao, whose face was twisted with resentment as he said, "Today, that little bastard will be killed!"

"good!"

Han Yun said, "Then let's all go all out and not give him any chance!"

After Han Yun finished speaking, he immediately formed a hand seal.

A series of dangerous auras emanated from Han Yun's body.

The winds of heaven and earth transformed into a tornado, growing ever larger.

Judging from Han Yun's expression, he is preparing to unleash his strongest martial arts technique.

Xue Wenhuan and Kuang Yao were not to be outdone, and they too were preparing powerful killing moves.

"Are they getting serious?"

Fang Xuan pursed his lips, his eyes deep and bright.

"Alright, it's time to end this!"

Fang Xuan took a deep breath, raised his arm, and tore off the black cloth that wrapped the long strip of objects.

The black sword case below was revealed.

"Hey!"

Its high-pitched cry resounded through the sky.

The next moment, a crimson spurt burst forth from the sword box, fell into Fang Xuan's hand, and transformed into a three-foot-long sword.

The sword is exquisite and beautiful, engraved with a phoenix, and has a hollowed-out center, making it look even more extraordinary.

The phoenix cries out!

"This is... his real name, Flying Sword?"

Kuang Yao was the first to exclaim in shock, his face filled with fear, "You're a sword cultivator?"

Sword cultivators—that's the kind of existence countless martial artists dream of.

Although he could condense ice and snow into a sword and barely release some sword energy, it was only because of his special bloodline.

They are incomparable to true sword cultivators.

Han Yun and Xue Wenhuan also had their pupils shrink, their faces filled with disbelief.

Little did they know that Fang Xuan had such a trump card up his sleeve.

That's a sword cultivator, after all.

"Answer correctly and you'll receive a prize!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Xuan drew his sword and slashed.

Now that we've fought to this point, there's no way to retreat, so let's draw our swords!

"Buzz!"

A wisp of sword energy, as thin as a hair, shot out from the Phoenix Cry Sword, merged into the void, and disappeared.

But Kuang Yao was terrified and felt a chill run down his spine.

"Sword energy condenses into threads!"

Kuang Yao withdrew without hesitation.

The condensation of sword energy into fine threads signifies the initial mastery of swordsmanship.

At his peak, Kuang Yao could fight against such a swordsman, but now... only escape is possible!

"laugh!"

Just as Kuang Yao retreated a dozen meters, a wisp of sword thread suddenly and silently emerged from the void in front of him.

Although Kuang Yao dodged in time, his arm was touched by the sword threads.

"puff!"

A burst of blood erupted as Kuang Yao's arm fell off at shoulder level.

If it were moved up a little, this sword thread could behead him.

"Damn bastard!"

Blood gushed from the wound, turning Kuang Yao's face deathly pale.

"You dodged pretty quickly!"

Fang Xuan grinned maliciously: "Mad Yao, how about taking another of my swords?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to draw his sword and strike.

Just then, Han Yun and Xue Wenhuan made their move.

A raging tornado and a majestic water dragon emerged together, locking onto Fang Xuan.

"The wind sweeps away the remaining clouds!"

"The dragon roars across the heavens and earth!"