I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 380 - 65 Invasion of the Demon Tribe into the Central Great Realm!

Chapter 380: Chapter 65 Invasion of the Demon Tribe into the Central Great Realm!

Taoism Principle crashed, wills collided, blood and bones splattered as the two fought to madness.

Both were pouring all their strength into it, holding nothing back.

Bang!

Another thunderous roar as if the heavens and earth were opening.

The two figures staggered apart, standing on opposite sides of the Chaos.

At this moment, both Liang Hui and the Celestial Race Emperor were in terrible states.

One wielded a Broken Sword, his right side riddled with several wounds, golden blood flowing out and staining the tattered banners.

The other was soaked in silver blood, half his head missing, and his left leg nowhere to be seen, his torso covered in slash marks.

"Truly exhilarating!!"

Liang Hui laughed heartily, his Broken Sword resonating as if in response to his words.

"Indeed refreshing, Realm of Kings, to come this far, you are the only one I’ve encountered among the countless beings."

The Celestial Race Emperor, while healing his wounds, spoke up.

Only after his leg and head had healed did he indifferently ask, "Such an interesting secret technique, can it only be used on the dead?"

"Heh!"

Liang Hui chuckled lightly, the corner of his mouth curling up.

He wasn’t surprised that the Emperor before him had sensed part of the truth.

"You’re leaving," the maiden in plain clothes said, her eyes narrowing slightly.

The young man scanned the increasingly blurred surroundings and slowly nodded.

"I am called Di Xue, looking forward to seeing you again."

"You won’t remember anything, everything as if we’ve just met," Liang Hui said calmly, without much change in his expression.

"Who knows?"

At this moment, Di Xue’s face broke into a smile, radiant and charming

And the surrounding scene also became completely blurred at this moment.

Liang Hui found himself back in the palace, looking at the shattered half-body armor in his hand, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He didn’t choose to Enter Dream again but began to carefully reflect on the recent bout.

In just a few minutes, they had clashed countless times, gaining insights far greater than reciting Scriptures of any level.

Time slipped away by the second, and it was unknown how much had passed.

Only then did Liang Hui set the half-body armor on the ground and exclaimed:

"The Strength Great Path is incredibly powerful."

Even if his opponent surpassed him in Realm, even if the leap from King to Emperor was greater than any other before.

But to be able to fight him to such an extent, even forcing him into a corner several times, there was no doubt about the formidable nature of the Strength Great Path.

’However, it is precisely such fighting that allows me to see the path ahead more clearly,’ Liang Hui whispered to himself, whether it was Taoist Ancestral’s Slay the Three Corpses or this world’s systematic breakthrough to Emperor.

Neither seemed quite right for him.

One was a deviation, would ’Becoming Immortal’ in that way still be himself?

The other was too slow, even with his talent and the help of Enter Dream, who knew when it would be completed, definitely surpassing tens of thousands of years.

Therefore, he must carve out his own Immortal Path.

And the insight gained from fighting the Emperor had vaguely shown him the way forward.

From then on, Liang Hui set aside all other affairs and ’Entered Dream’ into the silver armor twice a day, fighting against the Celestial Race Emperor.

Then he would begin to meditate, and this routine continued for a full three months.

This state of dedicated cultivation was only broken after that time.

In the grand palace, Liang Hui sat on the Imperial Throne, his expression cold, looking down upon the Kings standing on either side of the steps.

"Are you saying that, in just three short months, the Demon Tribe has broken through eighteen layers of defense and invaded the world?"

His tone was calm but laden with a boundless resolve to fight.

Glancing at the silent Kings, he spoke word by word, "Has the Demon Emperor taken action?"

"The Emperor has not been seen to make a move," one of the Kings stepped forward, his expression grave,

The absence of the Emperor’s involvement while the Demon Tribe launched an invasion implied an insight that alert them to an underlying scheme.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"My mistake, I was too lenient back then."

The young man chuckled softly, but the words out of his mouth caused a drastic change in the faces of the kings.

It was as if they had returned to that precarious daytime moment three months ago.

Kings were squashed like ants, mercilessly deprived of everything.

The Human Race, which was on the verge of disintegration, was pieced back together by the High Priest and within a mere three months, underwent earth-shattering changes.

"High Priest, it’s not your fault— who could have predicted that those kings would be so ungrateful as to rebel against you?" a muscular king shouted as he stepped out from the crowd.

"It’s not necessarily the kings who rebelled. Don’t forget, every king had restrictions placed on them when they went to the battlefield beyond our realm," someone couldn’t help but retort.

Liang Hui’s palm rested on the armrest, gently knocking on it.

Thud!

The sound of metal clashing brought the kings’ discussion to a halt.

His eyes were cold and stern as he spoke slowly:

"There’s no need to harp on this matter anymore. After slaughtering the Demon Tribe, I will personally go to the battlefield beyond our realm to root out the traitors."

"Now, let’s use the spatial passage, and besides those needed for garrison, everyone should proceed to the southern sea of the continent and exterminate the Demon Tribe."

"By order of the High Priest!"

At this command, the entire Human Race sprang into action.

One by one, the kings began to summon their most elite War Masters, passing through the spatial passages to head toward the South Sea.

In less than a day, the southern coast of the continent was filled with figures, the army vast as clouds, the strong as frequent as rain.

Amidst the shouting.

Endless Battle Qi filled the vast continent, shaking the Vast Heavens.

Liang Hui donned an ancient green Battle Armor, carried the Immortal War Spear on his back, and had a Taoist Sword by his waist.

Such full armament commanded further glances from the kings behind him.

If memory served them right, even when they quelled the troubles on the Human Race Continent, they had not been so solemn.

Such an arrangement seemed excessive for just a route of Demon Tribe.

Liang Hui stood before the sea, sensing the thick scent of blood, his eyes growing even colder.

In his perception, the South Sea was silent as a grave, devoid of any life other than the Demon Tribe.

The young man, sensing a particularly fierce Demon Qi deep within the sea, stepped forward and vanished from before the kings.

Only his voice echoed by the ears of the kings.

"Make it a clean sweep; don’t let a single one escape."

"Your command!"

The kings knelt in unison and respectfully responded.

Once they could no longer sense the presence of the High Priest, their faces showed killing intent as they looked toward the sea.

Turning around!

They shouted, "Demon beasts, you have wrought slaughter in the South Sea, blood has filled the sea, both humans and spirits are dead."

"Fellow kings, follow me in eradicating the Demon Tribe."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The voices of millions in the army burst out, their Battle Qi soaring into the sky, shaking the layers of Demon clouds.

The kings led the War Masters towards the South Sea.

...

With one step, Liang Hui arrived at the deepest part of the South Sea, where the Demon Qi and the stench of blood were the most concentrated.

Sensing the hidden presence within the ocean, he had no intention of wasting words.

He extended his hand.

One grasp, one lift!

Boom!!

A tremendous rumbling sound shook the sky.

Countless gallons of seawater were directly lifted up.

Members of the Demon Tribe mixed with the water ascended, howling, roaring, struggling.

And then exploded under pressure!

Demon Blood instantly stained the countless gallons of seawater red.

"High Priest, you’re courting death!"

A roar made the lifted hand pause momentarily.