Follow the path of Dao from infancy

For the Dayu Divine Dynasty, these demons beyond the Frontier Pass had long nurtured deep-seated hatred.

They were but a group of ants, yet they had occupied all the scenery visible to them.

While it would have taken but a simple lifting of their feet to crush a great many, among these ants were some exceptionally ferocious beings that could deter them.

All they could do was to watch helplessly as those vicious beings protected the weak ants, living under their very noses without any restraint.

They gritted their teeth in hatred, powerless to do anything, and even had to force a smile and exchange pleasantries when facing the patrolling Suppression Envoys.

How utterly stifling!

"Let's go, don't waste words with him!"

The Dragon Lord's face grew dark, and the young man in the silver robe also looked grave, knowing that today they would not gain any advantage, especially with the Grandmaster of Heavenly Secrets present—who knew if there would be other Four Stands Realm experts.

This Human Race youngster carried the bloodline of the Li Family.

Wan Shan, the Demon King, ground his teeth in rage, his heart boiling with hatred, yet he restrained himself with extreme rationality. The three of them quickly retreated together.

As for those subordinate demons in the distance, Wan Shan, the Demon King, could no longer concern himself with them. This battle would put them on the wanted list; he dared not linger in these borderlands and instead had to flee to a farther place or seek refuge with other powerful demon forces.

In this case, it would be inconvenient to bring his original subordinates along, and it was better for them to die here—it might even buy him some time.

Of course, these were all his own thoughts, and the distant tide of demons knew nothing of this, still fiercely fighting for their king.

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"Hmph, you think you can escape that easily!"

Lu Chunsheng snorted coldly and suddenly propelled the ancient dark silver bell in his hand, shooting out to envelop Wan Shan, the Demon King.

The Dragon Lord opened his mouth, suddenly expelling a burst of Sword Qi, which surged at the side of the bell and stalled it.

The young man in the silver robe, however, waved his hand and released a stream of silver light, accelerating the escape of the three, who were about to vanish over the horizon.

But just at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared, like a ghost materializing on their path, and violently smashed out a punch.

Whoosh!

The whole world seemed to be swept up in a storm.

The previous clamor quieted before this raging storm.

Then a violent collision sounded, and a black light flashed on Wan Shan, the Demon King, followed by a mysterious yellow glow.

But both shattered successively.

His body shot out like a cannonball, crashing into the foot of a mountain in the distance, creating a deep pit.

This abrupt change caused both the young man in silver and the Dragon Lord to change color dramatically, as they stared at the newcomer in shock, then quickly distanced themselves, rushing towards Wan Shan, the Demon King.

"This old fellow, finally willing to come out."

Feng Boping hesitated for a moment upon seeing the figure, then joy lit up in his eyes as he burst into laughter.

Li Hao recognized the person at a glance; it was Second Uncle Li Muxiu.

Such formidable punch power, nowhere else in the whole Dayu Divine Dynasty would there be a second.

The Sword Saint does not resemble the Invincible Fist, for the sword has no first, and the fist has no second.

There is only one Invincible Fist.

And that is Li Muxiu!

"Hao Er..."

Li Muxiu had rushed over and struck Wan Shan, the Demon King, flying with a punch, but he could not even be bothered to look again, his gaze swiftly landing on the camp below.

Soon, he saw Li Hao.

Upon seeing Li Hao in a bloody, miserable state, he froze, his mind buzzing.

Was this still the same youth he remembered, who spent his days fishing and laughing by the lakeside?

"Hao Er!!"

Li Muxiu roared furiously, like a hundred thousand thunders exploding simultaneously!

His roar shook the entire battlefield, and then Li Muxiu noticed Feng Boping nearby, also gravely injured. He gasped for breath, his fists clenched so hard they cracked, and turned his head to glare at the three Demon Kings.

Whoosh!

He stepped out, and the ground hundreds of yards below dipped into a deep footprint. His speed exploded to its limit as he chased after the three Demon Kings.

With a raise of his hand, he unleashed his most powerful Peerless Technique, the Half-Step Invincible Fist!

As this punch struck, the heavens and earth paled, the sunlight dimmed, and myriad glimmers and strengths seemed to converge on this punch all at once.

The space before the fist ripped open like a twisted rag in a spiral, and the horrifying Fist Power made the three demons' hearts skip a beat. Wan Shan, the Demon King, who had just been hit, had his pupils contract, revealing a look of terror.

He had two defensive talismans, but just now, under a single punch, they shattered one after another.

He had even sustained some injuries.

Now facing this furious punch, he felt as if he was nailed to the ground by the Fist Power, with an unavoidable sensation.

Death was imminent!

Wan Shan, the Demon King, screamed in terror and rage, as he suddenly gathered all his Demonic Qi at the center of his palm, igniting a divine demonic flame and desperately smacking down.

Dharma Glittering Palm!

This palm emitted an overwhelming Demonic Qi, but in its formation, a Buddha's light indicating the mass liberation of souls was hidden within, fusing the powers of Yin and Yang, merging good and evil, emitting a strange aura.

The fist and palm collided in an instant, but rather than an expected explosion, there was just a shattering sound of collapse, and the Fist Power, like a world-shaking mountain, pressed down inexorably.

The Demonic Qi scattered, the golden light burst, and guided by the way of the Dao, the punch pressed down straight and true.

The silver-robed young man and the Dragon Lord beside Wan Shan, the Demon King, were terrified, for that one punch now engulfed them as well, indicating that this elder of the Li Family was determined to slay them all with a single infuriated punch!

"Go!"

The young man in silver, when Wan Shan's palm was shattered, violently tossed out a silver light, enveloping all three of them. Then, he brought out another purplish banner, flinging it forth.