The Demon King is back, leading adorable kids on an adventure around the world!

The waning moon sets, and the morning sun rises.

The shores of Zhuilong Lake were even more crowded today than yesterday.

News of yesterday's competition spread all over the world, and videos of the battle went viral online.

Dozens of large websites were impacted, servers were overloaded and almost crashed.

Even mobile networks are experiencing similar issues, with a third of more than a dozen satellites failing.

Luo Tian's three female disciples are all more terrifying than the last.

Especially that four-year-old girl, who defeated a Grandmaster with one sword and five Holy Knights with one sword, shocked the whole world.

"Luo Tian should personally take action today!"

"How could he not make a move? The disciples have all finished fighting; it's time for the master to step in."

"How many moves do you think Luo Tian can last? I bet he won't last three."

"Three moves? You think too highly of him."

Those old monsters are all terrestrial immortals, beings who have lived for thousands of years!

"That's true. No matter how strong Luo Tian is, he's only a Martial Dao Venerable, a whole realm below a Land Immortal."

"Bet on Luo Tian and you're guaranteed to win!"

The forum's bullet comments were filled with voices predicting Luo Tian's downfall.

Although the three women performed amazingly yesterday, Luo Tian himself did not make a move.

In everyone's eyes, a disciple's strength does not necessarily mean that the master is strong, especially since the opponents are all land immortals who have lived for thousands of years.

Luo Tian didn't care about these idle rumors at all.

He stood in the middle of Zhuilong Lake, with his hands behind his back.

A long black robe fluttered in the wind, her long hair danced wildly, yet her expression remained calm.

Xiao Niannian and the other two had retreated to the lakeside. Xiao Jinpan was on Xiao Niannian's shoulder, its dragon eyes fixed on the scene.

"Dad, you can do it! Niannian and your senior classmates will support you silently!"

Little Niannian called out in her childish voice.

Luo Tian turned around, smiled slightly, then turned back around, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Today, I will slay an immortal at the shores of Fallen Dragon Lake. Who among you will be the first to come forward and die?"

His voice was arrogant and domineering, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

In the ancient martial arts world, a figure soared into the air.

"Luo Tian, ​​I've come to meet you!"

The man rode his sword and landed in front of Luo Tian.

He wore a blue Taoist robe, and his beard and hair were all white, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance.

The long sword in his hand gleamed coldly, its aura intimidating.

"Holy crap! It's Elder Qingfeng Zhenren of the Imperial Sword Sect."

He's a mid-stage Martial Dao Venerable, a veteran expert who has cultivated for eight hundred years.

A man in the audience who recognized the old man shouted loudly, as if he had seen his own father.

"I heard you killed Yang Tianxiong with a single finger? I find that hard to believe."

Master Qingfeng sneered:

"Yang Tianxiong is just a newly advanced Martial Dao Venerable, nothing special."

Today I'll show you what a true martial arts master really is!

Luo Tian glanced at them and chuckled:

"Are all the members of the Imperial Sword Sect brainless?"

Is this true for the young, and also for the old?

Arrogant and self-important, come on, I'm waiting to slap you in the face!

A cold glint flashed in Qingfeng Zhenren's eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, his longsword hummed.

"Sword Control Technique - Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"

The sword energy erupted, transforming into a rain of swords that poured down towards Luo Tian.

Each sword strike was powerful enough to pierce through metal and stone.

Thousands of sword energies swept across the sky, attacking relentlessly.

Such a dazzling move drew gasps of amazement from the crowd.

"Is this the Myriad Swords Return to One Technique of the Imperial Sword Sect? It's terrifying!"

"Luo Tian is finished! Even a peak Martial Venerable couldn't withstand this attack!"

"It seems that even without the old monster's intervention, one elder is enough to deal with Luo Tian!"

Hearing the gasps and laughter of the crowd, Luo Tian remained unfazed, his lips barely moving:

"Fancy and flashy, good-looking but useless!"

He raised his right hand and slapped it lightly, as if swatting a fly.

A transparent handprint materialized and swelled in the wind.

Like a high wall, facing the rain of swords.

"Bang bang bang!"...

The sword energy collided with the palm print, exploding into a sky full of light.

Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring everyone's view.

"Is Luo Tian dead?"

"He's definitely dead! No one at the same level could withstand that attack!"

Amidst the murmurs of discussion, the smoke and dust quietly dissipated.

Luo Tian's black robe was torn in several places by the sword energy, his hair was a little messy, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He swayed unsteadily, as if he might collapse at any moment.

"That's it? You're really something! I even bit my lip until it bled."

Luo Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spoke jokingly.

Qingfeng Zhenren's pupils contracted:

"You...you actually caught it?"

"You're already shocked? It's my turn to make a move!"

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