Even without cheats, we must survive the apocalypse

In this martial arts arena, no demon tribe would voluntarily withdraw from the stage.

He roared angrily, his arms gradually evolved into stronger arms, the double horns on his head shone brightly, and suddenly a green gust of wind blew up in the arena. In the eye of the wind, there was a green bull with its head held high and its hooves raised, roaring like thunder.

The air on the ring seemed to be rolling with exploding sound waves, and layer after layer of air waves rolled over, but Lu Mu was like a spark that could completely burn all the fierce winds, and had already formed absolute suppression.

"If this is your trump card, then..."

Lu Mu's tone was as calm as if he was stating something that was taken for granted: "You are no match for me."

After he finished speaking, he swung his right hand violently, and a scorching white blade flashed with a terrifying luster, and headed towards Mu Geng who was holding on tightly in front of him.

"Kacha!"

Mu Geng clearly heard the sound of breaking bones. His eyes blurred and his whole body was spinning. When he landed on the ground, he fell right at Lu Mu's feet. His bones felt like they were falling apart and strands of bright red blood flowed out of his mouth.

"I lost?"

Mu Geng asked in astonishment.

Lu Mu looked down at him, condescendingly: "What else?"

"puff--!"

A fishy and salty taste rushed up to his throat from his chest and abdomen. Mu Geng spat out a large pool of black blood, struggled to get up, and staggered backward.

Lu Mu looked at him: "Your cultivation is good, higher than mine, but I am not that easy to deal with."

Mu Geng didn't say anything.

Lu Mu laughed again. He squatted down and reached out to straighten Mu Geng's shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I'm using you to establish my authority."

Mu Geng remained silent, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He knew that this human… this human who possessed the aura of the Holy Phoenix and could display the magical powers of the Holy Phoenix, had simply chosen him at random and beaten him up for all the spectators in the martial arts arena to see.

He could beat anyone, but Mu Geng knew that he was probably unlucky.

"Then who are you?"

Mu Geng's eyes were still bright, but there was a hint of dullness in them.

"Lu Mu, a human being, is also the Holy Phoenix Prince." After Lu Mu finished speaking, he patted Mu Geng on the shoulder, "Maybe in the future, you can still work under me, so let's just say we didn't know each other until we fought."

Mu Geng stared at him as he left.

This person is a little strange.

However, this did not prevent Lu Mu's name from being deeply imprinted in Mu Geng's mind.

"……interesting."

"It seems that there are more secrets about the Shura Saint than anyone imagined."

At the edge of the stands of the martial arts arena, a man in a silver robe watched Lu Mu fly back to Feng Yan'er from the arena. His face under the robe showed a thoughtful expression, but he quickly stood up and left. At that moment, a breeze blew past, and a corner of his robe was lifted up.

If Lu Mu could see it, he would know that it was a melted face of someone who deserved to die.

……

By the time night fell, the competition for admission to the martial arts arena had come to an end.

The battle for a spot in the ancient battlefield has been going on for three days, and in two days it will be over.

At the entrance of the martial arts arena, the ghost-faced priest appeared again. He met Lu Mu and his group head-on. He walked over with a happy mood, and even though his face could not be seen, his actions alone could not hide his happy look.

"What are you happy about?"

Lu Mu glanced at him.

"The demon race has one advantage, and that is that they will accept defeat."

The Ghost-faced Priest must be laughing, but no one knows how much he has won from the demon clan.

There were many vacant houses and yards in Guyue City. The Ghost-faced Priest led them to one of them and then left. Judging from his appearance, he was probably well-off and planned to spend it well.

The two elders Chi Lei and Yuan Shuang immediately found a place to sit cross-legged, while Lu Mu and Feng Yan'er sat side by side on the rattan chairs in the yard.

They were all silent.

"You are very powerful now." Feng Yan'er was the first one who couldn't help himself.

Lu Mu lowered his eyes and looked at the palm of his left hand: "Aren't you the same?"

Feng Yaner pursed her lips: "... Yeah."

She actually had nothing to talk about, she just wanted to sit with Lu Mu because ever since she came to the city, she had a lingering feeling of being watched, and this strange feeling kept haunting her and making her upset.

"Someone has been watching me."

Feng Yan'er squeezed his arm tightly. She looked into the distance. From here, she could still see the real "Thousand Demons Hall".

And the source of the feeling of being watched lies there.

Hearing this, Lu Mu raised his hand and touched her head. His soft hair brushed against the back of his hand, feeling cool and smooth. He chuckled, "If that Grand Hall Master really possesses half of the Nine-Feathered Holy Phoenix bloodline, then... is she considered one of your kind?"

"……I have no idea."

She shook her head, a trace of confusion in her eyes.

But Feng Yan'er just leaned against his body, feeling the warmth, as if by doing this, she could think less about many things.

"Well...if I hadn't noticed your performance in the martial arts arena before, I'm afraid I would find this scene a little beyond imagination."

A strange voice rang in his ears. Lu Mu frowned and looked up. Not far away, under the shadow of a tree, stood a person... no, a demon.

Lu Mu saw the black feathers on both sides of his cheeks, as if they were corroded.

"Who are you?"

Feng Yaner stood up vigilantly.

Lu Mu grabbed her hand and motioned her to be at ease, then looked at the strange demon and said, "It turns out that Xiao Feng, the third hall master of the Thousand Demon Hall, who is known as the 'Eye of the Thousand Demons', is such an unprepossessing figure."

Xiao Feng's smile gradually emerged, but it was very stiff.

Because he didn't think there was anything funny in Lu Mu's words.

Chapter 54: Xiao Feng, the Messenger

In the plot, the Thousand Demon Hall appears too rarely, and basically only appears as a meaningless footnote about its annihilation during Feng Yaner's journey. It is mentioned only because its power is great enough.

But now, the Thousand Demons Hall is still the leading behemoth in the Southern Region, and it operates stably. The hall master is still alive, and her prestige and strength have become an unbreakable iron fist, firmly holding down every person or demon who wants to cause trouble. For Feng Yaner, this is an opponent she cannot match at all at the moment.

Although Lu Mu still felt a little strange about the positioning of "opponent".

Because the Grand Hall Master never seemed to show any attitude that would harm her from beginning to end.

If there really is a problem... it's probably that the conflict between the Dark Thousand Kite Clan and the Thousand Demon Palace that has lasted for thousands of years has given Feng Yan'er a preconceived idea about the Thousand Demon Palace - these guys are not good people.

Is this really true?

Before Lu Mu set off, he specifically learned about the Thousand Demons Hall.

Although the Thousand Demons Hall has become the backbone of the demon clan in the Southern Territory, many of the loyal and vassal demon clans rely on the Thousand Demons Hall for leadership and to deal with troublesome matters. There are many worshippers in the hall, as many as hundreds, including not only demon clans but also many humans. However, there are actually only three real core figures.

The Grand Hall Master, whose name is unknown, is a female, a hybrid of the Gu Yue Yu Long and Jiu Ling Sheng Huang clans. As for her cultivation… the last time she took action was a thousand years ago. She used her human body to fight against two human saints in the Southern Region and had the upper hand.

The Second Palace Master, Chongshuo, male, from the Yin Cang Golden Lion clan, extremely brutal and extremely hostile to humans, but it is said that in some aspects, he also has quite extraordinary secret intentions... He has reached the Manifestation Realm.

The Third Palace Master is the Xiao Feng standing in front of Lu Mu.

He was born in the Evil Wind Dragon Falcon clan, and when he first followed the Grand Hall Master, he was just an alien who was expelled from the clan. But now, he also has the cultivation level of the Manifestation Realm. The Thousand Demons Hall is becoming more and more powerful, and his status as the Third Hall Master is also rising. Up to now, the reputation of "The Eye of Thousand Demons" has been resounding throughout the Southern Region for a long time.

It is said that the secret guards of the Thousand Demons Hall can find out the most taboo secrets in the Southern Region. They can also find out what is happening in the deepest part of the Qihuang Vein.

The Third Palace Master has made an indelible contribution.

And... Lu Mu knew that the Third Palace Master did not have a good ending.

Because in the plot, after a bloody and cruel battle, the one who took over the position of Grand Palace Master was the Second Palace Master Chongshuo.

If everything would really develop as the original plot had, then Lu Mu could now mourn for Xiao Feng in his heart.

"I wonder what the Lord of Xiaofeng Palace can do for you?"

Lu Mu gently pulled Feng Yan'er to sit on her lap. She was a little nervous, especially since Xiao Feng had appeared without anyone noticing. There were two demon elders in the room. In terms of strength, he might not be able to beat Chi Lei, but in terms of the ability to hide... Xiao Feng was stronger than the Anyou Qianyuan clan.

"I just wanted to come and see the famous monster that has been very popular in the Southern Region recently."

Xiao Feng was not good-looking, he looked very ordinary, but "ordinary" might be his most dangerous part. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Feng Yan'er carefully. After a moment, he suddenly grinned: "I should say... the name of the monster is as good as its name."

Feng Yan'er did not answer, but the vigilance in her eyes did not subside.

Lu Mu stretched out his hand and gently stroked Feng Yan'er's smooth forehead: "What does the Grand Hall Master want?"

"……What do you mean?"

"If you just wanted to see my Yan'er's stunning beauty, then you didn't have to show up. We wouldn't be able to find you. But you showed up on your own initiative, which means you have something to say, and you have nothing to do with Yan'er. In the entire Thousand Demons Hall, I can't find anyone more qualified than the Hall Master to use you as a messenger."

While Lu Mu was gently stroking Feng Yan'er's cheek and jade neck, when he looked up at Xiao Feng again, Xiao Feng felt that the coldness in his body had spread to his back. It was not an oppression from blood or strength, but a more dangerous "seeing through".

A hint of murderous intent flashed across Xiao Feng's dark beast eyes.

He knew Lu Mu and the Lu clan, but why Lu Mu was related to the Nine-Feathered Holy Phoenix was a secret, and it was a secret that Xiao Feng would never be able to find out.

Of course Lu Mu was right, he was here to help his big sister pass on the message.

"It seems that there are many dangerous people among the younger generation of humans..."

"Six hours later, she will be waiting at the ruins of Holy Phoenix City. You can attend the meeting or not. If you don't attend, some of the things you are interested in will never be answered."

Xiao Feng's figure turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

Chi Lei and Yuan Shuang both appeared, and they finally caught Xiao Feng's breath at the last moment, but this was just a belated warning.

"...Is it the Third Palace Master?"

Chi Lei frowned and grabbed something with his hand. It seemed that there was some breath held in his palm, but it quickly slipped away from between his fingers.

“I didn’t even notice it…”

Yuan Shuang's expression became even uglier.

"are you going?"

Feng Yan'er on his legs was twisting and turning a little, but Lu Mu just gently comforted her, just like comforting his frightened child.

"……go."

Feng Yaner's dilemma did not last long.

Because, she was actually very interested in the Grand Hall Master.

As the saying goes, it’s a two-way race.

……

The moon and stars are rare.

After leaving Chi Lei Yu Yuan Shuang to guard the yard, Lu Mu and Feng Yan'er left Gu Yue City, then took off into the air and flew towards the ruins of Sheng Huang City.

The journey is not far.

But the ruins of Holy Phoenix City are actually very large. It used to be a place for the demons to live. Both the houses and streets are much larger than those of human cities. Even after so many years, the once majestic outline can still be clearly seen.

But only the outline remains for people to imagine.

The Ancient Dynasty of Ten Thousand Demons no longer exists, and the Imperial City has long been destroyed, turning into rubble and waste. After thousands of years of continued erosion and corruption, one can still see some of its past glory from the traces of the ruins.

This is also the glory that Feng Yaner needs to do her best to restore.

Lu Mu and Feng Yan'er landed in front of a stone tablet. After being eroded by time, only half of the remains were left standing there, and the words engraved on the stone tablet were already blurred.

"The Demon Lord's Palace..."

Feng Yaner muttered to herself, then looked up at the sky.

The night sky is clear and the stars are twinkling.

She seemed to be able to see many Nine-Feathered Holy Phoenixes flying across the night sky... Those were the only fragments in her incomplete past memories that she could savor over and over again.

"There she is."