Chapter 614: Fighting Over the Weapon of Dao (1/2)

The Venerated Sacrosanct Demon Sovereign, most powerful demon of the Primordial Era, had died of a broken dao heart at the hand of the primordial immortal emperor and been buried in the underworld.

Though the Firmament Palace had chosen him to join their ranks, the demon sovereign had refused and caused a world of mess in doing so, but they couldn’t do anything to him in return.

Seizing the opening when the yin and yang realms of the celestial master tomb came together, the demon sovereign returned to life as a great powerhouse in the world of immortals. He was at least a flawless origin dao immortal, yet someone of his level was being slapped around, unable to fight back!

Those who knew his background were stunned. Why was a newcomer intervening in Dusk’s affairs?

“Moldy skeleton, sad sack of bones! Who do you think you are, calling yourself a demon sovereign?” Lu Feng taunted brazenly as he slapped the demon sovereign silly.

Currently, the demon sovereign had grown flesh and blood and assumed the form of a handsome man. The skeletal foot was a combat art he’d deployed with his Hadal Bone Method.

Snarling with fury, none of his arts or techniques could be brought against the strange young man. There was a strange power in Lu Feng that countered his Hadal Bone Method.

“Grrr!!” With a final snarl, the demon sovereign turned into a ball of surging white fire and vanished into thin air.

Dusk Province’s sky was finally clear again.

Dazzling golden light radiating from three hundred and sixty-five great cities had protected the land from any harm. The enormous desolate willow had retreated back into the Skandha Range, as had the five sovereigns of the Star Demon Sect.

Lu Yun collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Everyone was exhausted by the month-long battle. A shattered Xing Chen returned to hell to recover, and more than half of the ninety-nine lord-grade fortress ships bore some form of damage from the Great Peng, leaving less than thirty intact.

If not for the ships unleashing fire and brimstone, Dusk might not have survived its tribulation. Up in the air, the Enneawyrm Coffinbearers absorbed the remaining sea of blood while glowing faintly of crimson.

Qing Yu snuggled close to Lu Yun, looking at the coffin up in the air. “Have you noticed that the coffin looks like a sword?

As she intently studied the entity in the skies, she didn’t see nine dragon corpses lifting a coffin, but a sword that shone with tremendous killing intent in all directions.

Lu Yun followed her gaze and took a closer look with the Spectral Eye.

“You’re right...” He frowned. He’d noticed the changes to the coffin, but he hadn’t realized it’d turned into a sword.

“Oh? Dammit!” Suddenly tense, Lu Yun shot to his feet and stumbled away. Some of the immortals who had fled Dusk had returned and were gathered together, looking for something.

“Got—” An excited man started rejoicing, but stopped as he held onto the ancient spear, his expression panicked. “My storage treasure isn’t high level enough. I can’t put the dao treasure away!”

He hurriedly jumped onto his sword for a speedy escape, but others had seen his find and killed him as soon as he took flight. The spear—the dao treasure wielded by the crimson monster—clattered back to the ground. It’d dropped there after the monster’s suicide.

Lu Yun hadn’t had time to spare for the spear back then, but the many immortals outside Dusk Province had immediately set their sights on it. Now that the Blood Sea was gone and the battle ended, they poured in to squabble over this powerful treasure.