"Your strength seems to have grown quite a bit; you’re much stronger than before." Wang Yufan showed no surprise.

"Oh? Is that so? It seems you’re not surprised at all, are you?" Demon Ancestor Magic Zhi said.

The conversation between Wang Yufan and Demon Ancestor Magic Zhi struck others like a thunderbolt.

"Young Master Changsheng actually knows this Demon Ancestor of the Demon Race. Are they in cahoots, or did they know each other before?"

"Young Master Changsheng... Emperor Changsheng? How is that possible? Is Young Master Changsheng the Emperor Changsheng? How could he live so long, for tens of thousands of years without dying? The Demon Ancestor maintained this state because his vitality was completely sealed, but how could Young Master Changsheng have lived for tens of thousands of years? Is the legend true? When Emperor Changsheng sealed the Demon Ancestor in the Netherworld Star Abyss, did he leave behind the secret to longevity there?!"

...

"Indeed, that young man is truly the supreme human expert who suppressed and sealed our Demon Ancestor tens of thousands of years ago."

"It seems our battle against these Eight Great Realms will be fraught with difficulties this time."

Both the Divine Emperors, including the Shura Emperor, and the group led by Demon War, all had thoughts about the recent conversation between Wang Yufan and Demon Ancestor Magic Zhi.

Wang Yufan cupped his fists and said:

"I didn’t expect tens of thousands of years to pass in a blink of an eye. Those people from before are long gone, and there are only a few familiar faces left. I suppose I’m the only old friend you’re still familiar with, right?"

"So what? You’re the one who sealed me in the Netherworld Star Abyss! Otherwise, I would have broken through this realm long ago, achieved my demonic fruit earlier, and cultivated the supreme demonic techniques of the Demon Race! And you’re still talking to me about this now!

Your current realm shouldn’t be low either, otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to break through our Demon Race’s barrier." Demon Ancestor Magic Zhi said.

"Haha, not low, not low. Dealing with you shouldn’t be a problem." Wang Yufan said with a smile.

"Hmph, you’re still as annoying as you were back then. I wonder if you still have the same demeanor you had back then." Demon Ancestor Magic Zhi said.

Wang Yufan shook his head and said, "To be honest, if you didn’t harbor the dream of harming the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, I might have let you off. Although you and I are enemies, I think you’re quite good. If you could turn over a new leaf, we could still be friends."

Listening to Wang Yufan’s words, Demon Ancestor Magic Zhi burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Wang Yufan, good and evil have been irreconcilable since ancient times; you know that. You and I are destined to be eternal enemies, just as you said. If you were to join my Demon Race, I would be willing to let you and I become co-lords of the Demon Race, but would you be willing? You wouldn’t. So there’s no need for you to say that to me.

I can’t see through your current strength, but I’m confident I can defeat you this time." Demon Ancestor Magic Zhi said.

Wang Yufan could tell that the power emanating from Demon Ancestor Magic Zhi’s body, according to the human cultivation system, had already surpassed the Qiankun Realm and reached the late stage of the Life and Death Realm.

Such strength indeed justified Demon Ancestor Magic Zhi’s words. Wang Yufan already understood that throughout the long years of his sealing, he had been accumulating power, and the tens of thousands of years of power erupting at once had directly elevated his strength to another level.

"Demon Ancestor Magic Zhi, you are truly impressive. It makes perfect sense for such confident words to come from your mouth, but you are facing a mountain that you simply cannot surmount."

Hearing what Wang Yufan said, Mo Zhi’s eyes gradually turned cold.

"Good, good, good, you are still as arrogant as you were back then, but this time the price of your arrogance will be your life. Don’t worry, we’ve known each other for so long, I definitely won’t kill you in an instant. I will properly place you in the Demon Cave of my Demon Race, completely cripple your cultivation, and let you thoroughly experience the pain you caused me all those years ago." After Mo Zhi finished speaking, he signaled Demon War with his eyes, and Demon War, understanding, shouted:

"All of my Demon Race, flatten the opposition with the Demon Ancestor!"

After Demon War shouted, all the Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals of the Demon Race who were above the Realm all charged towards Wang Yufan.

And Shura Emperor, seeing this scene, was not flustered. He loudly shouted:

"Good, good! All living beings of the Eight Realms, heed my command! Slaughter the opposing Demon Ancestor clean!"

After Shura Emperor shouted, everyone, holding their weapons, charged towards the Demon Race.

Shura Emperor, Red Scale, and the Divine Emperor of the Flying God Realm fought against the three Demon Emperors of the Demon Ancestor, leaving the remaining Demon Emperor to several Shenzun Realm experts from the other five realms.

Among Red Scale and Shura Emperor, Xuan Youzi from the other five realms was unbelievable, but now his weakness was not in their hands. They could only split their attention, keeping an eye on Xuan Youzi while fighting the Demon Emperor.

In the starry sky, the battle between the two sides shattered some nearby dead small realms, and this entire void trembled slightly.

And Mo Zhi and Wang Yufan, as the strongest on both sides, did not speak at this moment, staring at each other. Wang Yufan decided to use the power of the high-level Life and Death Realm to have a good fight with Mo Zhi this time.

For tens of thousands of years, he had truly been as lonely as snow during this period. There was not a single opponent he could look up to; in his presence, they either fled or were utterly defeated.

Finally, at a certain moment, Mo Zhi could no longer hold back. A large saber, burning with black flames and engraved with a gluttonous beast pattern, appeared in his hand.

"This saber was just forged by me, crafted from my essence and demonic flames. It hasn’t been sharpened yet, so I think you are more suitable for its first use. I haven’t even named it yet, but that’s not urgent. It just so happens that I met you today; you won’t resent losing to it." Mo Zhi said, brandishing the demonic saber in his hand.

Hearing Mo Zhi’s words, Wang Yufan instantly felt very speechless.

"Alright, alright, stop bragging. Let me see what you’ve learned since your recovery, and let’s see if what you say matches what you do. I specialize in slapping faces, so I hope you don’t get your face slapped by me later." Wang Yufan said.

Just as Wang Yufan’s words fell, Mo Zhi’s figure instantly vanished from his original spot. Wang Yufan subtly sensed with his divine soul, immediately raised his head, and directly brought out Feng Ling Sword, horizontally slashing upwards with a single sword strike.

With a "boom," the two forces exploded in this starry sky like world-ending thunder, and countless spatial cracks continuously appeared.

"Indeed, hahaha, your strength is indeed similar to mine. This time, I am determined to defeat you. Blood Demon Mad Saber, First Chapter, Chaotic Dance."

After Mo Zhi finished speaking, the demonic path in his hand continuously danced. Swirls of spatial-tearing storms, formed by demonic mist, appeared out of thin air and directly crashed towards Wang Yufan.

Wang Yufan narrowed his eyes when he saw this scene. Since he had suppressed his strength to the same realm as Mo Zhi, the main goal was to enjoy the fight.

"Good, good! Take this sword! Chaotic Sword Art, First Form, World Destruction!" Feng Ling Sword in Wang Yufan’s hand trembled violently, and a sword intent directly emerged from Wang Yufan’s body, pouring into Feng Ling Sword. At this moment, the Sword Spirit in Feng Ling Sword was exceptionally excited, because Wang Yufan’s infusion of such sword intent, which he had comprehended, also had certain benefits for its recovery. And with the Sword Spirit’s enhancement, Wang Yufan’s Chaotic Sword Art’s first form became even stronger.

Mo Zhi, seeing Wang Yufan’s sword strike, also felt a powerful force from it. He knew that his attack probably wouldn’t be able to suppress Wang Yufan at all. As expected, in the next moment, there was a huge sound. Mo Zhi’s saber light gradually dissipated, leaving only the sword strike Wang Yufan had unleashed still heading towards Mo Zhi’s direction. Mo Zhi had to unleash a second saber strike to finally neutralize Wang Yufan’s Chaotic Sword Art’s first form.

"You truly didn’t disappoint me, but you’ve made me even more insane. So, Wang Yufan, this time you definitely won’t have a chance. Blood Demon Mad Saber, Second Form, Infinite Demon Realm."

After Mo Zhi finished speaking, he chopped out another saber strike. However, this time, what formed in the sky was not Mo Zhi’s saber light, but a gigantic, evil demonic Buddha. Its two eyes stared at Wang Yufan, erupting as if with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and then a palm directly slammed towards Wang Yufan.

"Not bad, not bad. Even though you were sealed, you were able to comprehend such a cultivation technique. You truly are a genius!" Wang Yufan said with a smile, but Feng Ling Sword in his hand was already brewing a new sword move.

"Chaotic Sword Art, Second Form, Thunder."

As soon as Wang Yufan’s words fell, within a thousand meters radius centered on him in the void, thick nine-colored lightning bolts continuously rotated.

And the other combatants on both sides had long since moved away from their battle range, so Wang Yufan had no worries when unleashing it. As Feng Ling Sword in Wang Yufan’s hand continuously swung, these countless nine-colored lightning bolts slowly began to gather, then transformed into a thunderous dragon about a hundred zhang long, heading towards the palm print that Mo Zhi’s demonic saber had unleashed in the starry sky.

Wang Yufan knew that it was merely an illusion; the so-called gigantic demonic Buddha palm was all an illusion created by that demonic saber.

Before long, the starry sky once again exploded, and a huge airwave directly swept in all directions. Some small realms were directly reduced to dust, and those realms that turned to dust were all dead zones with no life on them.

And under this attack, the demonic Buddha that Mo Zhi’s demonic saber had conjured was directly pierced through the chest by Wang Yufan’s sword, collapsing with a roar, and Mo Zhi himself also took a slight step back.

"From these two moves, I’ve already sensed that Wang Yufan’s strength should be similar to mine. I cannot underestimate him." Mo Zhi muttered to himself.

After Mo Zhi finished speaking, he looked at Wang Yufan, a smile on his lips, and in the next moment, he directly transformed into a streak of light and charged towards Wang Yufan.

"You want to fight me in close combat? Then I’ll satisfy you." Wang Yufan said, also transforming into a streak of light and heading in the direction Mo Zhi was flying from.

Two streaks of light, one black and one white, continuously collided in the starry sky.

"I didn’t expect your strength to still be quite high. I don’t know what you did, but if you think you can defeat me with just this strength, then I can only say you’re dreaming. This time, it’s my turn to seal you in my Demon Ancestor’s Demon Cave, so just accept your fate." Mo Zhi said.

Regarding Mo Zhi’s words, Wang Yufan, while fighting Mo Zhi, scratched his ear with one hand and said:

"I find you talk a lot. You were like this before, and you’re still like this now. You should speak with strength. Well, I’ll say it too: if you think you can defeat me with this strength, then you’re dreaming."

Hearing Wang Yufan deliberately mimicking him, Mo Zhi was infuriated.

"Good, good, good! As you said, let’s speak with strength! Take this! Blood Demon Mad Saber, Fourth Form — Heavenly Demon Slash!

Blood Demon Mad Saber, Fifth Form — Chaotic Yin Yang!

..." Mo Zhi roared.

And for Mo Zhi’s attacks, Wang Yufan also countered them one by one with his Chaotic Swordplay. The two fought continuously in the starry sky. Wherever they passed, the Grand Dao laws became unstable, and spatial cracks constantly crisscrossed. And in the places where the saber and sword had fought, leaving traces, they contained the Dao of Mo Zhi and Wang Yufan.

Such power would not dissipate for decades.

Compared to the battle between Demon War and Shura Emperor on the other side, because Shura Emperor’s side all held Feng Mo Sword, the actions of the four Great Demon Emperors were extremely restricted. It wasn’t because Shura Emperor and the others were powerful, but because the suppressive force emanating from Feng Mo Sword made Demon War and the other four very uncomfortable.

Demon War, seeing his side being continuously suppressed by Shura Emperor, hinted at Xuan Youzi, who was currently fighting the magic of several other Human Race Godly Venerable experts, to make a move at this moment and launch a sneak attack from their backs.

Xuan Youzi also seized the opportunity. When the five of them attacked the magic, Xuan Youzi deliberately retreated slightly behind the other four. Then, with a single slash of Feng Mo Sword, the strongest individuals from the Heavenly Origin Realm, the Silent Realm, the Blood Kill Realm’s Liu Dao, and the Spirit Frost Realm were caught off guard by Xuan Youzi’s sudden sneak attack, instantly suffering severe injuries.

And seeing the few people being ambushed, the magic also unleashed a huge palm print, striking at the backs of the four, who instantly flew backward, landing directly in a desolate realm.

"How is this possible? Xuan Youzi, what are you doing?" Liu Dao of the Blood Kill Realm spoke.

"Pfft~, Xuan Youzi, have you betrayed us and defected to the Demon Race? How could you do this?" Bai Junxiu of the Heavenly Origin Realm said.

And Xuan Youzi, hearing the continuous questions directed at him, simply sneered: "You’re not wrong at all; it’s all me. I am now a member of the Demon Race, because in the Demon Race, I can get everything I want."

"You... you are already the strongest in the You Realm now, what do you lack? Do you need to defect to the Demon Race?" Bai Junxiu continued.

Hearing such words, Xuan Youzi merely scoffed with disdain. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Forget it, you wouldn’t understand even if I told you. It can be considered your luck to die by my hand."