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

The gates of the immortal abode slowly opened, and golden light shone out, illuminating the entire sky.

But there was a transparent barrier in front of the door, rippling like water and emitting a faint light.

That's a restriction on the celestial abode, preventing outsiders from entering.

Dozens of figures hovered outside the barrier, none daring to approach rashly.

Han Zifeng's gaze fell on Jinlong, a hint of ruthlessness and greed flashing in his eyes.

He took a step forward, his voice amplified by spiritual power, booming like thunder:

"So you are Luo Tian, ​​the native of the mortal world? Step forward and face your death!"

The sound echoed in the sky, causing the clouds to churn.

All eyes swept around and landed on Luo Tian.

These reclusive old monsters usually stay in their caves to cultivate.

They knew very little about worldly affairs and were completely unaware of the major events Luo Tian had recently been involved in.

However, when everyone's eyes fell on the golden dragon, they couldn't look away.

"It's actually the legendary five-clawed golden dragon? That's a divine beast!"

Now it's in the hands of a young man; what a waste!

Someone gasped in shock, their eyes filled with greed and envy.

Everyone else also focused their attention on Jinlong, their eyes looking as if they wanted to devour him.

Han Zifeng's eyes were like knives, filled with a violent killing intent as he stared intently at Luo Tian.

"Luo Tian, ​​I'm giving you a chance. Hand over the Golden Dragon and commit suicide to atone for your sins, and you can spare the lives of those behind you."

Otherwise, I will ensure your soul and body are annihilated, and all those connected to you will be slaughtered!

Luo Tian stood on the dragon's back, a cold smile playing on his lips, his eyes revealing murderous intent.

He took a step forward, standing in mid-air, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

"Who are you, you scoundrel, to dare to address me by my name?"

"How dare you spout such nonsense? Haven't you ever died before?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Han Zifeng looked Luo Tian up and down, his eyes full of disdain:

"You're a country bumpkin from the secular world, a good-for-nothing."

In the eyes of us disciples of the Immortal Mountain, they are nothing more than ants.

"You dare kill the dog I keep on Penglai Immortal Island? Do you even deserve it?"

He drew his long sword from his waist; the sword flashed like a rainbow, exuding a chilling aura.

The runes on the sword flickered intermittently, emanating a terrifying aura.

"This entrance to the immortal abode is just the right place for you to be buried."

"I suppose I've been merciful enough to find you a propitious burial site."

He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold:

"Why am I wasting my breath talking to you? Go to hell!"

With a swing of the longsword, a powerful sword light surged from the tip, stinging the eyes.

Countless sword energies instantly condensed, filling the entire space, and shot towards Luo Tian like a torrential rain.

Each sword aura was about ten feet long, entirely blue, and exuded a chilling aura.

Wherever the sword energy passed, frost condensed in the void.

The moisture in the air froze instantly, turning into ice crystals that fell down in a flurry.

Han Zifeng used seventy percent of his strength in this sword strike.

In his eyes, 70% of his strength was more than enough to deal with a secular native.

Luo Tian's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he raised his hand to strike out with a palm.

A giant golden hand flew out from the palm, growing larger in the wind and instantly becoming several meters in size.

Wherever the golden palm passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The palm print and the sword energy collided instantly, radiating light.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens, and bursts of light exploded continuously.

The golden palm blocked all the sword energy. The sword energy collided with the palm print and shattered like moths to a flame.

The palm print was also completely consumed by the sword energy and vanished without a trace.

The space between the two was torn open by the shockwave, leaving black cracks.

The earth below cracked, and rubble flew everywhere.

The people in the distance were pushed back by the shockwave.

The two combatants stood in place, staring at each other, a hint of seriousness flashing in their eyes.

"I didn't expect you to have some skills, but you're going to die today, I said it!"

The longsword in Han Zifeng's hand shone brightly, unleashing all of his cultivation.

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