Chapter 1294: Chapter 1293: Emperor Qitian’s Haotian Sect, The Great Battle with Old Demon Wei

“You… are you from the Demon Race?” The Heavenly Dragon Martial Emperor’s face changed slightly as he spoke.

He glanced at Old Demon Wei behind him, wanting to know if the two knew each other.

The Demon Race was a taboo topic in everyone’s mind.

People were reluctant to mention it, sometimes deliberately glossing over it even when speaking.

“I don’t know him,” Old Demon Wei shook his head slightly and said.

“Since you are from the Demon Race, you should recognize me.”

“Oh, are you very famous?” Xu Zimei laughed.

“I’ve really never heard of you.”

“Which branch of the Demon Race do you belong to?” Old Demon Wei asked with a frown.

“Belong to? It seems no Demon Race dares to manage me,” Xu Zimei said amusingly.

“No matter which Demon Race he belongs to, take him down first, I will be responsible if anything goes wrong,” Old Demon Wei said flatly.

He already held a significant status in the Demon Race, so he wasn’t afraid of other Demon Races.

Moreover, Xu Zimei’s identity was extremely mysterious, and he also wanted to clarify the situation.

“I’m afraid you can’t handle the responsibility,” Xu Zimei laughed.

“I remember I told you before that you don’t have the qualification to speak with me.

Let Demon Venerable Tianpeng and Purgatory Demon Charioteer come to see me.”

“Arrogant words, catch him for me,” Old Demon Wei snorted coldly.

Just when the situation was extremely tense, suddenly a guard came to report.

“Your Majesty, the Great Elder of Haotian Sect has arrived.”

“Haotian Sect?” Hearing this name, both Xu Zimei and the Heavenly Dragon Martial Emperor muttered to themselves.

The Heavenly Dragon Martial Emperor was surprised because he didn’t understand why Haotian Sect would suddenly visit.

Xu Zimei was surprised because when he was on Yuan Central Continent, the Heaven-shaking Skill was taught to him by Emperor Qitian.

Previously, he had also promised to send the token of the Heaven-shaking Skill to a man named Qi Haoran from Haotian Sect.

Although it had been a long time and Xu Zimei had not deliberately searched for it,

he would not ignore it upon suddenly hearing this name.

However, he first needed to confirm whether this Haotian Sect was the one he was looking for.

The Heavenly Dragon Martial Emperor looked at Xu Zimei with some headache.

Then he asked, “What is Haotian Sect here for?”

“They say they are here for the Vast State,” the guard returned.

“You just returned, and they came right after, a clever trick,” the Heavenly Dragon Martial Emperor sneered.

“No need to think, they came to ask for someone.”

“Your Majesty, Haotian Sect is the largest sect in our Southern Domain, it’s not suitable to be hostile,” a minister advised nearby.

“Tell Haotian Sect people to wait,” the Heavenly Dragon Martial Emperor waved and said.

Then he looked at Xu Zimei and said, “I’ll be straightforward, I have a beloved concubine who previously fell seriously ill.

I painstakingly found a pharmacy for treatment, but only lack Dragon Beach Grass as the medicine guide, that’s why I value the legacy so much.”

“I don’t need the legacy, just give me Dragon Beach Grass, and you can name your conditions.”

“Can’t you people understand human language?” Xu Zimei shook his head and said.

“Without the legacy, I don’t want to repeat it.”

The Heavenly Dragon Martial Emperor didn’t speak further, instead, he extended his right hand and gently tapped on the table in front of him.

The people around seemed to notice something, seeing Old Demon Wei was the first to make a move, reaching out with a Demon Palm towards Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei also slapped a palm back.

The two palms collided, only to hear a “bang,” Xu Zimei remained unmoved, while Old Demon Wei’s figure retreated a few steps.

The demonic qi surged around the two.

However, if you looked closely, you would find Xu Zimei’s demonic qi was even deeper and darker.

As if a king, carrying a natural suppressive force.

Even if it’s the same demonic qi, there is a significant difference.

However, Old Demon Wei wasn’t afraid; his aura around him kept rising.

Until it reached the Emperor Realm, finally stopping just one step away from the Great Saint.

“Within the entire Demon Race, there are less than five young ones who can contend with me, you have successfully piqued my interest,” Old Demon Wei laughed.

Not only was he not scared, but there was a gleam of fighting spirit in his eyes.

“Have you ever been defeated?” Xu Zimei looked up and calmly asked.

“Among the young generation, no one has been able to defeat me,” Old Demon Wei said proudly.

“Arrogance is okay, but being conceited is not,” Xu Zimei shook his head.

He slowly drew the Tyrant Shadow from his hand, the blade intent crisscrossing, and the demonic qi constantly tearing apart on the blade edge.

“Slash,” Xu Zimei lightly shouted.

The Tyrant Shadow sliced through the silent city, the blade intent like lightning, crossing the Endless Void.

Old Demon Wei didn’t dare to slack off; the demonic qi around him surged, with a mass of black demonic cloud floating in front of him.

He reached inside with both hands and took out a serrated long knife from the demonic cloud.

This knife was unlike ordinary knives; its center was hollow in shape, filled with jagged teeth.

As Xu Zimei’s long knife fell, Old Demon Wei sidestepped and managed to wedge the blade in the toothed slot.

Then quickly rotated the long knife in his hand.

“Demon Martial World,” Old Demon Wei lightly shouted.

From the serrated long knife, strands of tearing blade intent began to spread out.

The blade intent gathered in midair, actually forming the image of a Blade Beast.

This so-called blade intent animation was spirits of people, beasts, and even plants.

The Blade Beast roared, its entire body was naturally incredibly sharp, making even a glance painful to the eyes.

But this wasn’t over, the demonic qi around Old Demon Wei also gradually merged with the Blade Beast.

“Meteor Star Explosion,” the demonic qi around Old Demon Wei grew stronger.

The Blade Beast opened its mouth, and the demonic qi condensed into the shape of a massive meteor, spewing it out in an immense size from its mouth.

The meteor descended from the sky, Xu Zimei snorted coldly.

The Heaven-shaking Cyclone within his body spun continuously, the Heaven-Shaking Giant behind him roared out.

Looking at the falling meteor, he stepped forward and actually grabbed it with both hands fiercely.

Then raised the meteor high above his head, using all his strength to smash it toward Old Demon Wei.

Old Demon Wei waved his hand, and the Blade Beast above him just lightly slashed twice, slicing the meteor like paper into two halves.

“Quite the powerful Blade Beast,” Xu Zimei said.

“Demon Dust Lock,” Old Demon Wei snorted coldly again.

Endless demonic qi surged out from all around, and among these demonic qi, the sound of chains colliding could be heard.

At the end of each chain was a square lock.

A sort of ancient sealing aura emanated from them.

The clothes on Old Demon Wei’s body burst open, and those chains appeared, all attacking Xu Zimei.

“This power is exclusively for the Demon Race,” Old Demon Wei said proudly.

“Let’s see how you break it.”

“These years, you’ve really regressed,” Xu Zimei shook his head and said.

“Instead of figuring out how to enhance your own strength, you studied these powers against the Demon Race.

Some people clearly have an intention.”

“Enough talk,” Old Demon Wei shouted.