Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 785: Friend Mo Mei, hold on!
"What?!"
Hearing this abrupt statement and looking at the opponent whose demeanor had changed in an instant, the Poison Flood Dragon Aolang's expression shifted.
For some unknown reason, she suddenly felt an intense sense of crisis.
If previously the other party's overall performance was “timid,” then now it clearly had the momentum of “striking back hard.”
“Bluffing.”
With a quick thought, a trace of cold laughter appeared on Aolang's face.
According to the information, the opponent was merely a newly advanced yuan ying. Even if they were hiding their strength, how much could they possibly conceal?
Thus, she didn't believe Liu Yu had any capital to turn the tables, only thinking it was a bluff to intimidate her into fleeing.
After all, such instances had occurred many times before; the yuan ying old monsters of the Human Race were always full of tricks!
On the other side, Liu Yu, with his hood raised, had a cold glint in his eyes, and a murderous intent was already set.
Since the opponent was persistent, this matter could not end well. In order to catch up with Mo Mei and obtain the formulas, there was only one choice left.
Even if killing this demon might invite significant trouble later, he couldn't care less at this moment.
As long as he stayed within the Human Race territory, even if there were connections with the “Black Flood Dragon King,” did the demon king dare to come alone to kill him?
Having encountered the Fire Sparrow Demon King this time, Liu Yu realized once again the serious risks that exposing the Sword of Ruin could bring.
The Transverse Mountain Range separated Tian Nan from the Central Domain, and the Fire Phoenix Clan was the leader of the southern demon races, capable of gathering information from both regions.
Who knows when he might receive news about a spiritual treasure appearing in the Central Domain, and then step by step, it could all lead back to him.
Although this possibility was minimal, when viewed on a timescale of a hundred years, it was still significant.
As time passed, the chances of Liu Yu being exposed would only increase!
After all, “spiritual treasures” and “marvels,” when driven by fifth-stage divine transformation beings, could crush those in divine transformation without such treasures.
They were treasures capable of changing the entire cultivation world and the power comparison between the Human Race and the demonic races.
News of such treasures would not quietly fade away with time.
Once even a hint of news emerged, any influence would take it seriously.
It was based on this ever-potential threat that an urgency rose in Liu Yu’s heart.
In comparison, even if killing Aolang the Demon King might offend the Black Flood Dragon King, it seemed trivial.
He needed to reach the divine transformation realm as soon as possible so he could possess the spiritual treasures openly; otherwise, the moment his identity was locked down, it could very well be his day of demise!
The chasm between the fourth and fifth stages was nearly insurmountable, even with the Sword of Ruin; Liu Yu found it almost impossible to cross.
Throughout the long and vast history of this world, there had never been a case of a divine sovereign being attacked by a true lord or below!
Various thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
“Boom!”
With his murderous intent set, Liu Yu no longer hid his strength; his spiritual pressure rapidly surged.
In less than a tenth of a moment, he rose from clearly inferior to Aolang to an equal level.
Even, he faintly surpassed her!
“Qingyang Nebula!!!”
As he quickly executed dozens of spell gestures, Liu Yu's robes billowed without wind, and his black hair broke free from its bindings, dancing wildly like an invincible demonic path hero.
In the next moment, he raised his right hand, suddenly clenching it into a fist.
At the same time, the sea of dantian magical power surged violently, operating along a special route with unprecedented speed.
Above it, the yuan ying that had grown to seven inches in size stood up from its previously lazy state, its expression cold and murderous.