Watching Chu Fengmian unveil the Sword Array, countless people in the crowd had their eyes widened in shock.
This Sword Array was terrifyingly formidable, holding no fewer than one hundred thousand Spirit Swords.
Such a grand gesture could only be afforded by those colossal sects, and it was unimaginable that an individual could possess such a Sword Array.
Especially since the focal point of this Sword Array was a Heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact.
Even within the Northern Domain, Heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifacts were exceedingly rare, with many Martial Arts families owning only one or two that had been passed down.
Since when had Heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifacts become as common as cabbages? In Chu Fengmian’s hands, not only was there the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword, but the aura of at least two Heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifacts permeated this Sword Array.
In Chu Fengmian’s possession, there were indeed three Heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifacts.
Countless Spirit Swords took to the air, forming an intricately precise Sword Array.
One hundred thousand Spirit Swords interwove, clashing tenfold the power of the Cold-faced Demon Lord in mid-air.
"Damn! Do you think shrinking this Sword Array into a turtle shell will save you?"
The Cold-faced Demon Lord roared ferociously.
He was truly enraged now.
Originally, to deal with Chu Fengmian, he had already employed all his hidden strength.
In the view of the Cold-faced Demon Lord, unleashing his full power should have made defeating Chu Fengmian a simple matter, sufficient to defeat him outright.
However, unexpectedly, Chu Fengmian possessed such strength that even when he revealed his true power, he was still capable of contending against him.
Now, under this irritation, he had unveiled all his tenfold power, intending to obliterate Chu Fengmian.
But at this critical moment, Chu Fengmian still had cards up his sleeve; he brought out the Sword Array, which infuriated him to the extreme.
The Cold-faced Demon Lord had never wasted so many tactics to kill a single person before.
"Today, even if you hide in this turtle shell, I will still slay you!"
The Cold-faced Demon Lord bellowed, and countless demonic energies burst forth behind him.
This demonic energy gradually condensed and actually transformed into an immensely massive demonic god, which appeared almost overwhelmingly gigantic.
The surrounding space began to tremble with the manifestation of this demonic god, and its arrival caused the space around to quiver.
"The only True Demon! This is the forefather of the Demonic Way, the only True Demon!"
"The Demonic Way of the Cold-faced Demon Lord has actually reached this stage, even managing to condense the forefather of the Demonic Way, the only True Demon!"
"The Cold-faced Demon Lord is truly sparing no expense, using even his most hidden tactics; this lad is done for. But this lad is from Beimang Academy, a thorn in the side of their Demonic Sect; by sparing no expense to slay Chu Fengmian today, he will reap many benefits."
Numerous Martial Artists discussed below.
Watching Chu Fengmian in the sky, they all looked at him as if he were a dead man.
Everyone believed Chu Fengmian was doomed.
The Cold-faced Demon Lord had revealed techniques like the phantom of the only True Demon, clearly intent on a decisive kill of Chu Fengmian.
The moment the only True Demon appeared, the demeanor of the Cold-faced Demon Lord shifted dramatically from before.
It was as if a true, ancient demonic being had awakened, every move embodying the true essence of the Demonic Way.
With a thought from the Cold-faced Demon Lord, the only True Demon behind him suddenly stomped its foot, sending a colossal shockwave hurtling towards the Sword Array.
The platform was shaking, seemingly on the verge of collapse under this immense power.
Could Chu Fengmian still be alive under such power?
Even with the protection of the Sword Array, Chu Fengmian seemed to have no chance of survival.
Even the usually calm Han Yueli changed her expression when she saw the moment the True Demon condensed.
The True Demon was the ancestor of the demonic path, a terrifying existence who, according to legend, created the demonic way.
The manifestation of his apparition indicated that the Cold-faced Demon Lord’s understanding of the demonic path had reached its true essence.
The blow from this True Demon apparition was much more terrifying than the tenfold power displayed by the Cold-faced Demon Lord.
The Cold-faced Demon Lord, with a fierce expression, roared loudly at Chu Fengmian.
"Kid, die! Dying at the hands of the True Demon, you will die without regrets!"
The power contained in this one kick from the True Demon was well known to Chu Fengmian, who was directly facing it.
This power was already shockingly strong; if it weren’t for the level of the Life and Death Platform, breaking through the realm of life and death wouldn’t only require strength but also insight.
At this moment, the Cold-faced Demon Lord’s strength was probably already enough to reach the realm of breaking life.
Now, he merely lacked the insight to transcend life and death, but in terms of strength, he had truly reached the realm of breaking life.
This battle was just like fighting against two ancient antiques; there was no difference.
Chu Fengmian lifted his head, facing the power of the True Demon; his lips curled into a slight sneer.
"The power of an apparition wants to kill me? You are underestimating me!"
Suddenly, Chu Fengmian spoke, his body moved abruptly and disappeared from the spot.
In the next moment, Chu Fengmian’s body appeared in the center of the Sword Formation.
The power of the Black Profound Sword Formation was completely bestowed upon him in an instant; Chu Fengmian, holding the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword, pushed the battle dragon power within his body to its limit.
Loud dragon roars echoed from the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword in Chu Fengmian’s hand.
Facing a powerful enemy, the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword was already excited.
The battle dragon blood within his body was boiling; this Cold-faced Demon Lord was the first opponent at the Martial Arts Tournament capable of forcing him to exert his full strength.
Under this power, if it could not be resisted, the only outcome Chu Fengmian would face was death.
"Ten Thousand Dragons Devouring the Sky!"
At that moment, as Chu Fengmian roared, countless dragon roars suddenly echoed around him.
These countless black spirit swords slowly merged into one, forming a gigantic dragon shadow.
This dragon shadow was ancient and mysterious, as if it were an apparition condensed by Chu Fengmian’s power from the long river of time.
Though it was a dragon, this dragon shadow tightly held a spiritual sword, none other than the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword.
Ancient Dragon Emperor.
Under Chu Fengmian’s battle dragon blood and the power of the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword in his hand, even the apparition of the Ancient Dragon Emperor was awakened.
Facing the True Demon in the sky, two apparitions collided fiercely.