Chapter 1128 - 745: Gathering of Demonic Lords

Chapter 1128: Chapter 745: Gathering of Demonic Lords

Such tricks, how could he ever take them seriously!

...

As Bai Yaohua arrived, the Nascent Soul Demon Monarchs of Liang Country followed one after another.

The clouds and mist churned on the horizon, carrying the sound of raging blood waves.

A Blood River Chariot burst through the clouds, with no driver or harness, drawn by eight demon horses with eyes ablaze with blood fire.

Wherever the Blood River Chariot passed, a scarlet trail lingered in the void, long-lasting and filled with evil qi.

Soon, the Blood River Chariot stopped in front of Bai Yaohua.

The curtains opened without wind, and a young cultivator stepped out slowly.

His face was as cold as jade, his lips were blood-colored, and his long hair draped over his shoulders.

He was the Blood River Demon Monarch of the Blood Evil Sect.

Purple Maple True Monarch and others stood still, as if they hadn’t seen him, and did not offer any salute.

The Blood River Demon Monarch snorted coldly, his gaze sharp as a knife, scanning over Shen Xuan, then turning to Bai Yaohua.

The two looked at each other silently, exchanging secret words through their Divine Souls.

Subsequently, the Blood River Demon Monarch sat beside Bai Yaohua.

With the great battle imminent, Shen Xuan focused his mind, as if he hadn’t noticed a thing.

...

Not long after, the sky darkened once more.

A gigantic creature broke through the clouds.

It was a Treading Soul Bone Elephant.

Like a mountain, over ten zhang tall, its skeleton dark golden, its flesh body transparent.

Each step it took sent out ripples of white light in the space beneath its feet.

Core Formation Realm cultivators within a hundred zhang of it would have their souls scattered by its force.

Upon the back of the Treading Soul Bone Elephant sat a tall, thin cultivator.

His features were elegantly demonic, his skin a cold white that had never seen daylight, with bone outlines faintly visible beneath, as if carved from white jade.

He was the Soul Elephant Demon Monarch of the White Bone Sect.

After landing beside Bai Yaohua, he also exchanged secret words through the Divine Soul.

Suddenly, the Soul Elephant Demon Monarch’s body trembled slightly, as if hearing something inconceivable.

He abruptly turned his head, his gaze electric, directed at Shen Xuan.

With Nascent Soul level Divine Sense, he brazenly enveloped him!

"Humph!"

A cold snort exploded like muffled thunder.

The Divine Power Ape Emperor’s massive demon body, as sturdy as a mountain, flickered into position, blocking firmly in front of Shen Xuan.

The overwhelming Divine Sense was completely shielded by him.

The Soul Elephant Demon Monarch’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Ape Emperor, what is the meaning of this?"

"Fellow Daoist Profound Ice is a friend of mine."

The Divine Power Ape Emperor’s voice clashed like metal, "His fair duel with Wan Hai is an internal affair of the Human Race. I will not interfere."

"However, if anyone breaks the rules, shoots cold arrows in secret, bullies Fellow Daoist Profound Ice. I will not stand idly by."

Beside him, the Tiger Whale Emperor laughed deeply, his voice resounding across the plains, "What the Ape Emperor means is also what I mean."

Then, from another side, a clear Daoist voice rang out.

Purple Maple True Monarch, with a calm expression and a solemn tone, said, "Fellow Daoist Soul Elephant, this is a fair duel. Should you have any guidance, the old Daoist is willing to accompany."

As his words fell, behind him, four True Monarchs—Hao Ri, Tian Gong, Liuyun, Spirit Sword—silently rose, neatly standing by Purple Maple True Monarch’s side.

Though they spoke no words, their stance was unambiguously clear.

Should he cause trouble, it would mean becoming an enemy of the entire Cultivation Realm of Song Country.

The Soul Elephant Demon Monarch’s face fluctuated, his gaze shifting between the two beast emperors and the five human True Monarchs.

Eventually, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "I just wish to ask Fellow Daoist Profound Ice one question, why practice the secret techniques of my sect?"

Shen Xuan replied loudly, "Fellow Daoist Soul Elephant, with the decisive battle with Wan Hai imminent. This matter, we shall discuss after the battle."

The Soul Elephant Demon Monarch gave Shen Xuan a long, hard look.

"Very well, for the sake of the Ape Emperor."

With those words, he flicked his sleeves and stepped straight to the Blood River Demon Monarch’s side, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes to meditate.

...

The next day, before dawn.

A transparent shadow of a shuttle silently sliced through the morning mist.

The Nine Yin Void-Splitting Shuttle, a demon treasure.

Where it passed, the air stagnated, the space instantly covered in a layer of gray-white, all life drained away.

A person stood upon the shuttle.

His figure was as towering as a lone peak, his face veiled in a dynamic shadow of evil qi, making it indistinct.

His eyes were sharp as ice, and where his gaze passed, fine gray frost flowers spontaneously formed in the air.

They were Yin Sha crystals.

The visitor was the Nine Yin Demon Monarch, Supreme Elder of the Yin Sha Sect.

After greeting Bai Yaohua and the others, he sought another place, distancing himself from the Blood River Demon Monarch and the Soul Elephant Demon Monarch, sitting alone cross-legged.

His body exhaled and inhaled evil qi, eyes closed and silent, vigilance clearly evident.

...

On that day, the sunset was as red as blood.

A ghostly boat, over ten zhang long, with a black awning, appeared suddenly in the twilight.

A green Soul-Guiding Lantern hung at the bow, its flames flickering eerily.

There was neither oar nor rudder under the canopy, yet countless translucent, pale ghost hands extended from the void, silently paddling, pushing the boat swiftly along.

A person stood under the lantern.

He was lean and splendidly strange, his eyes deep and pure black, with a slight smile on his face, yet it sent a mysterious chill to the depths of one’s heart.

He fingered a string of prayer beads, each bead a miniature but grotesque head, one-hundred-and-eight in total.

The Netherworld Sect’s Ming Quan True Monarch, arrived upon the Netherworld Crossing Boat.

After greeting the various demon monarchs, he sat down beside the Yin Sha Demon Monarch, closing his eyes to meditate.

Though the two did not converse, they exuded a silent rapport.

At this point, besides the main figure Wan Hai Demon Monarch, all the other demon monarchs of Liang Country’s Demon Sect had gathered.

From Song Country, there were also five Nascent Soul True Monarchs present.

Those positioned on both sides to assist numbered equally.

There was no denying the high level of tacit understanding between the Daoist and Demon Sects of both Song and Liang countries.

As for the Divine Power Ape Emperor and the Tiger Whale Emperor.

They were personally acquainted with Shen Xuan, and also were Transformed Great Demons.

Barring any surprises, they were merely spectators in this battle.

The date of the decisive battle was set for the upcoming night.

The atmosphere atop the mountain was tense, everyone was calmly regulating their breaths, conserving energy, and storing up strength.

Shen Xuan sat cross-legged, pondering the surrounding complex situation.

The six demon sects of Liang Country were faintly divided into three factions.

The Hehuan Sect was the strongest, forming a faction of its own, remaining neutral.

The True Monarchs of both Song and Liang treated Bai Yaohua of the Hehuan Sect with significant respect.

The Blood River Demon Monarch of the Blood Evil Sect and the Soul Elephant Demon Monarch of the White Bone Sect were subtly aligned, standing close together, hinting at a possible alliance.