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Immortal Palace of Eternal Life

Chapter 952: "Decent" 🕊️

Published: March 3, 2025

At this moment, his expression was calm and relaxed, as if he were facing not three great demonic kings, but rather three low-level demonic beasts or three insignificant little cultivators, displaying an air of nonchalance.

In the most understated tone, he spoke the most arrogant words!

At this moment, Liu Yu's demeanor was even harder to describe in words. He exuded an aura like that of a grandmaster—deep and stable, with no flaws to be found, yet as vast and profound as an endless abyss, beyond the grasp of common sense.

When people looked at him, they couldn't help but feel ashamed and small, rising to the feeling of being outclassed.

Meanwhile, Liu Yu's extremely powerful spiritual consciousness spread out several feet around him, causing the space to subtly distort, making him appear filled with a sense of "unreality."

It was as if there were a bottomless black hole that could distort any spiritual consciousness that approached, rendering all detection methods ineffective.

Clearly standing right there, visible to the naked eye, yet the spiritual consciousness simply couldn't lock on.

"This person is Qingyangzi?"

"No, it's the old demon Qingyang."

"A three-strike agreement? What a boastful tone!"

"What kind of means is this?!"

"He is clearly standing there, yet my spiritual consciousness cannot lock on. The reason for this situation can only be due to two possibilities."

"One is a vast gap in Primordial Spirit cultivation, the other is that the levels of spiritual consciousness are not on the same tier."

"Or perhaps both!"

The Blood Leopard Demonic King, being at the peak of the fourth stage, could hardly believe that a cultivator would dare to claim victory in three moves.

Upon witnessing such arrogance, the hidden entities within the white mist began to silently communicate through their spiritual consciousness.

They asked themselves, compared to the Blood Leopard Demonic King, they were only slightly better off; otherwise, they would not have hesitated to step forward.

And to hear a claim of victory in three moves felt excessively arrogant, as if they were being looked down upon.

However, as they continued to observe, they noticed that their spiritual consciousness could not approach the "old demon Qingyang," and their expressions gradually became serious, with a variety of emotions such as contemplation, shock, and incredulity appearing in their eyes.

"Three moves?"

On the surface of the lake, the Blood Leopard True Lord was momentarily taken aback, then his expression darkened, revealing an ugly smile as if he were laughing in anger.

"Good, good, good! Then this king shall experience your skills!"

The blood-patterned demonic leopard spoke human words, and his voice echoed across the shoreline, showing no loss of momentum.

Yet, recalling the unease felt through spiritual perception and the other party's exceptionally arrogant attitude, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

But there was no way out—several teammates and countless unseen eyes were watching. He couldn't simply withdraw without a fight.

In the demonic race, the strong were respected. If he were to admit defeat with just one word, would he ever be able to mix within the demonic race again?

If it came to that, even his teammates would be unwilling to follow his commands, and he would forever hold his head low.

"Even if I lose, I must lose beautifully. I cannot allow this matter to become a lifelong disgrace for this king!"

Thinking this, a flame seemed to ignite in the Blood Leopard Demonic King's eyes, and a strong battle intent surged as the two sides had yet to engage, causing the Ten-Mile Spiritual Lake to ripple with waves, and the surrounding vegetation to bow down under the pressure.

One side's battle intent surged, vowing to defend their honor, while the other side was unfathomable, with an aura as deep as an abyss that could not be locked onto by spiritual consciousness.

In terms of momentum, the Blood Leopard Demonic King was at a disadvantage.

Since there was a "three-strike agreement," he never intended to win the fight. He simply wanted to do his utmost to withstand three moves.