After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

"Elders!" he cried hoarsely, "We must seize it!"

The elders at the Tribulation Transcending stage exchanged glances and decided to stop holding back.

Five even more terrifying auras surged into the sky simultaneously, draining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in an instant.

The leading elder glared coldly at Luo Huanzhen, his voice as icy as millennia-old ice: "No matter how many there are, they are still just demons in the Mahayana stage. The difference between them and cultivators in the Tribulation Transcending stage is not even in the same league. Since you stubbornly resist—"

Five world-destroying forces erupted simultaneously.

The void shattered, the earth collapsed, and the entire mountain range groaned in agony.

Luo Huanzhen laughed.

"Who said it's just a demon in the Mahayana stage?"

Under everyone's gaze, Luo Huanzhen looked at the Ten Thousand Demon Banner with bright eyes, his voice soft and aggrieved.

"Banlan, someone is bullying Zhenzhen."

Seeing this, several elders of the Hunyuan Sect at the Tribulation Transcending stage felt disdain and sneered.

Summon a demon.

She even put on such an expectant and devout look, as if she really had a backup plan.

Even at his strongest, he's just an old demon in the Tribulation Transcending stage.

They had five such tribulations.

This time, all the old guys were mobilized to ensure that they could successfully take down the quasi-divine artifact in Luo Zhenhuan's hands.

Whether it's red or blue, Luo Huanzhen is doomed to die today!

They were about to kill Luo Huanzhen directly.

"Splash—"

The demons inside the Ten Thousand Demon Banner suddenly stopped crawling out, creating a strange emptiness for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a hand reached out from it.

That hand was fair and slender, with clearly visible veins and blood vessels. The joints were distinct but not bony, and every curve looked as if it had been carefully sculpted.

He placed his hand on Luo Huanzhen's fluffy little head and gently stroked it.

The moment the hand appeared, the shattered void around them began to rapidly recover, the collapsed mountains rose again, and the torrential rain stopped in mid-air for a moment, as if time had been paused.

After that hand gently stroked Luo Huanzhen's head, a figure in red emerged from the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.

The owner's appearance was now fully revealed to the public.

It was an almost solidified male phantom, clad in crimson robes, with black hair cascading down to his waist, and an exquisitely beautiful and alluring appearance. His eyes, one blue and one purple, were like two bottomless whirlpools, captivating the soul. Just one glance was enough to feel one's very being sucked in.

The moment the man appeared, all the ancient demons across the mountains knelt down in unison, their eyes filled with fanaticism and adoration, as if they were looking up at their god.

"Demon Lord!"

"Greetings, Demon Lord!"

"Waaaah, you bunch of lowly minions have hit the jackpot! You actually got to catch a glimpse of our Demon Lord's divine countenance—!"

Luo Huanzhen looked at this scene and felt that it looked somewhat familiar.

Then it quickly dawned on me: Ah, the mental state of those cultivators from the One Leaf Sect is exactly the same as that of these demons when they see their Demon Lord!

However, her variegated face is really beautiful.

Luo Huanzhen looked at Banlan with bright, sparkling eyes, then pointed pitifully at Qiao Shouxuan and the five Tribulation Transcending cultivators who were standing there dumbfounded and frozen in place, and loudly complained:

"They want to kill Zhenzhen and steal the little flag!"

Upon hearing Luo Huanzhen's complaint, Duan Qianchui, the elders of the Xuantian Sect, and all the disciples on the mountain came to their senses and loudly echoed his sentiments:

"Yes! They're taking advantage of the fact that the young sect leader has no powerful backing; they want to kill him and steal his treasure!"

"Senior, they're bullying the young sect leader!"

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions.

Of course, some ulterior motives inevitably mingled with the complaints.

Several close disciples were whispering among themselves behind the scenes.

"Does this mean the demon race is divided into two extremes? Either so ugly it's repulsive, or so beautiful it's breathtaking?"

"Yeah, yeah, first it was ugly, then it was beautiful, it was so exciting, my heart can't take it."

The ancient demon in the Mahayana stage who overheard this nearby: "..."

Hey, is that how you talk?

Saving you guys was a complete waste; it took too much mana!

"Oh? You want to rob me?" Banlan opened her lips, her voice as cold as ancient ice, yet carrying a disdainful air that looked down upon all living beings. "Don't you even know if you're worthy?"

He raised his hand and waved it lightly.

An indescribable spatial pressure crushed down on the six people.

It wasn't spiritual power or magic; it was the entire space itself that was squeezing them in.

It was as if all directions in the world had simultaneously turned into walls, closing in from all sides with a thunderous roar.

The five elders at the Tribulation Transcending stage changed their expressions drastically. At the same time, they summoned their strongest defensive magic treasures. Various colored lights exploded around them as they pushed their protective true essence to the limit. The light from the magic treasures was dazzling.

Useless.

The sound of the magic weapon shattering was like popping beans, and the protective true essence exploded like paper.

The five men coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing heavily into the mountainside.

Qiao Shouxuan hid behind the five elders and was lucky enough not to take the blow head-on, but even the aftershocks were enough to displace his internal organs and cause him to bleed from his seven orifices.

Real fear finally appeared in his eyes.

Then, fear turned into madness.

Qiao Shouxuan bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood into his palm, activating an ancient, almost blurred rune on his wrist—a spatial transfer array that his master had personally carved on him before his ascension.

It can only be used once; it's his last trump card for survival.

A burst of silver light exploded, space tore apart, and his figure began to rapidly become ethereal.

In the instant before he disappeared, Qiao Shouxuan watched helplessly as Banlan delivered a final, expressionless blow.

Before the five tribulation stage elders could even scream, they were crushed into nothingness by the terrifying spatial power, not even their souls could escape.

The period of tribulation.

Five.

They're all dead.

Banlan withdrew his hand, and the phantom began to become transparent. He had absorbed so many ghosts, but it was only enough for him to stare at the body for such a short time.

Then the figure transformed into countless blue and purple butterfly shadows, fluttering and scattering in the rain, disappearing and disappearing back into the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.

The ancient demons that covered the mountains and plains also transformed into black streaks of light, following the Demon Lord and howling as they disappeared back into the banner.

The Myriad Demon Banner shrank back to its original size and fell back into Luo Huanzhen's hand.

The heavy rain is still falling.

The entire Xuantian Sect fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a thunderous roar of cheers.

The way all the disciples looked at Luo Huanzhen could no longer be described as "adoration".

That was fanaticism, that was faith.

The young sect leader has powerful backers!

No, there's a demon behind the little sect leader!

That's not right either—anyway, the little sect leader is too strong!

Hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Zhongzhou, Hunyuan Sect.

The sect's protective formation suddenly trembled violently, and a blood-covered figure was thrown out of the spatial rift, crashing heavily onto the plaza in front of the sect's main hall, creating a deep crater.

The disciple on duty rushed over to check, and then turned pale with fright.

He is the sect leader.

Their sect leader, Qiao Shouxuan, a Mahayana cultivator, was covered in blood, his hair ornament torn, and his hair disheveled as he lay at the bottom of the pit, looking as wretched as a stray dog.