If not for knowing Duan Lang's personality well, that the battle would not allow for others to intervene until a victor was determined, Modao Zi truly wanted to take Duan Lang's place at this moment and engage in a fierce battle with Bai Xiaofan!

"That person?"

Shangguan Yu listened to Modao Zi's words and glanced slightly toward the statue that had stood in their Blood Demon Imperial City for thousands of years, not far from them.

It was said that after the first leader of the Blood Demon Clan arrived here, he was chased by the Demon King's forces. Just when there was no way out, a mysterious savior suddenly appeared, saving their first leader, and effectively saving the entire Blood Demon Clan.

Many of the Blood Demon Clan's spells were also left by that person.

It is said that the first leader initially wanted that person to lead the Blood Demon Clan, but he simply shook his head, saying he no longer had the time, and had more important things to do.

However, according to the secret records of the Blood Demon Clan, before leaving, that person once said that one day, he would return to the Blood Demon Clan to reclaim something he had left behind.

Yet, this departure lasted thousands of years, and leader after leader failed to see this person return.

"Modao Zi, are you joking? That person is a saint of the Blood Demon Clan, his cultivation is extremely profound, how can a mere human youth be compared to him?"

Shangguan Yu frowned slightly, somewhat skeptical of Modao Zi's words.

After all, in the words of the Blood Demon Clan, that person was as great as the first leader, whose cultivation was sky-reaching and earth-penetrating, having driven back those who hunted the first leader.

"You're wrong. Haven't you always been curious about how many years I've lived? In truth, I don't even know how many years I've existed. I only know I was left here by the master when he departed, to guard this statue. The master once instructed me that if one day a human youth arrives here, and this youth is proficient in the Power of Artistic Conception, then I must find a way to bring him within ten meters of this statue!"

Modao Zi shook his head bitterly. It's not that others don't know how long he's been existing; even he doesn't either.

He only remembers, when he first became conscious, the first thing he saw was that man, eyes forever filled with indomitable spirit, seeming to disdain all of creation, an entity the entire Blood Demon Clan referred to as a saint.

His existence in this Blood Demon Purgatory was meant to wait for a human youth like the saint had described to appear, and draw the person to the statue's side. As for what comes next, he doesn't know.

Hearing Modao Zi's words, Shangguan Yu fell into contemplation.

She didn't know why Modao Zi was telling her this, but she had an intuition that the mystery surrounding everything would likely be unraveled in this demon invasion.

Thinking of this, Shangguan Yu turned her head back to take a deep look at the statue standing in the distance.

For some reason, at that moment, she seemed to see a demonic scarlet red flash through the statue's eyes.

"What do we do now? It seems Duan Lang has no good strategy against Bai Xiaofan for the moment!"

Shangguan Yu shook her head, forcing herself not to indulge in random thoughts, and then turned to Modao Zi with a questioning gaze.

"Wait, wait for Duan Lang to be defeated!"

This time, Modao Zi didn't hesitate at all, readily giving an answer.

However, these simple six words seemed to strike Shangguan Yu's heart with a hammer, nearly making her lose her balance, plummeting from the sky.

Could Duan Lang really be defeated?

Why is Modao Zi so certain?

"The Artistic Conception of Time? It seems you indeed are not like those ants of the Demon Clan, but that's even better. The stronger you are, the more thrilling it will be for me to kill you!"

Seeing his strike easily dispersed by Bai Xiaofan's Artistic Conception of Time, Duan Lang's face did not display any anger; instead, he seemed even more exhilarated.

That feeling was akin to an old man who hadn't touched a woman for decades, returning home after drinking a pot of alcohol, only to discover a stunning beauty lying naked on his bed, completely at his disposal.

Clearly, at this moment, Bai Xiaofan was that woman to Duan Lang.

Once his words fell, waves of black gas emerged from Duan Lang's body, enshrouding his entire being in an eerie and terrifying aura, like a demon from hell.

"I hope you won't disappoint me either, or I won't enjoy killing you!"

Duan Lang was wild, while Bai Xiaofan was even wilder!

Listening to the overbearing words of his opponent, sensing the chilling aura emanating from him, a dark golden halo surfaced over Bai Xiaofan's body.

Simultaneously, Bai Xiaofan formed a seal with one hand, with strands of Power of thunder and lightning flickering in his eyes, standing proudly against the wind, meeting the other's gaze.

Gasp!

The crowd present couldn't help but draw a sharp breath at the confrontational dialogue between Bai Xiaofan and Duan Lang.

These two were indeed a perfect match, one more arrogant than the other!

Most importantly, through this brief exchange, the crowd discerned that although Bai Xiaofan's cultivation was only in the early stage of Earth Immortality, slightly inferior to Duan Lang's mid-stage, the fight was evenly matched.

"Very well, then try taking another strike from me!"

Duan Lang's eyes gleamed with madness as he flicked his wrist, the blade in his hand soaring toward Bai Xiaofan.

Swirling black gas enveloped the blade, making it seem like a demonic sword from hell.

The blade's speed wasn't fast, but as it moved, the horrifying blade aura made the surrounding spectators shiver involuntarily.

In mere meters, within a hundred-meter radius of Bai Xiaofan and Duan Lang, there was already not a single person left, the forward pressure of the terrifying blade aura had either pierced their Dantian or forced them to retreat hastily.

As it neared Bai Xiaofan, the black gas around the blade grew even denser, the swirling blade aura intertwined with the black gas, swirling like a tornado, intending to shred Bai Xiaofan completely!

Roar!

Amidst the black gas and blade aura surrounding the sword, a dragon-like roar burst forth, compelling the crowd to cover their ears and circulate their internal cultivation to fend it off.

Strong, Duan Lang's move was incredibly powerful.

The Great Elder felt boundless fear rise within him, this move, he had no confidence in handling it, meaning that during his duel, Duan Lang had merely been playing!

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