Chapter 122: I Haven't Even Used My Strength, and You've Already Fallen

Iron flowers and silver blossoms erupted from the ground, where fireballs as viscous as molten lava piled up like the budding branches of a new tree. In an instant, this display spread across thousands of miles, its canopy a brilliant, dusky yellow, dense as the thick foliage of autumn maples.

The dark cloud was torn to shreds, leaving not a trace of its former hue. The True Immortal of the demon clan, caught within the fiery canopy, saw his massive, illusory avatar shredded into shimmering bubbles of light.

And just like that, he fell.

Not a whisper remained.

The two other demon True Immortals who had surrounded Luo Zu were incinerated the very moment the iron flowers and silver blossoms bloomed, leaving behind not even a speck of ash.

*Woooo...*

Suddenly, a sound of weeping rose from the earth.

Shadowy black masses surged from beneath the ground, coalescing into a long dragon that seemed to have been lying in wait within the shadows of the mountains. It had been lurking along the winding Zihuan Mountain Range, only to lunge out, snapping its jaws toward Luo Zu and the entire Luo Village.

"Vile beast!" Luo Zu was unfazed.

With a flick of his finger, brilliant radiance bloomed from his hand, piercing through the void. It struck the strange ghost-dragon hiding beneath the mountain shadows, running it through and causing it to collapse and dissipate on the spot.

Watching it turn to dust, Luo Zu swept his divine sense across a radius of ten thousand miles. Any surviving soldiers among the demon army were swiftly hunted down, their souls seized by Luo Zu.

This demon force had come in secret, utilizing not only the dark clouds but also the ghost-dragon lurking in the earth's veins. They had come with fierce intent, hiding their claws and concealing their schemes. Had they truly managed to close in on the Rewu Tribe, even with Luo Zu’s warning, they might have succeeded; the tribe would have struggled to withstand such layered, hidden machinations.

But now, Luo Zu had shattered them all.

"I haven't even used my full strength, and they fell after just a move or two," Luo Zu muttered, feeling a bit speechless.

He had expected these three demon True Immortals to hold out, trading blows with him for a few rounds before he crushed them with a torrent of three hundred and sixty immortal arts. He never imagined they would be so fragile.

Luo Zu fell into contemplation. Was he too powerful, or were these demon True Immortals merely paper tigers?

Of course, he knew their strength couldn't be that poor; otherwise, they wouldn't have been sent on a ten-thousand-mile raid against the Rewu Tribe. Clearly, just as there were grades among the Wu clansmen, there were distinctions among demon True Immortals—hence the ranks of commanders and grand commanders found in demon tribes. The one who had attempted to reveal his true form had issued orders to the others, marking him as the stronger leader. Luo Zu had sensed that the lead demon’s aura was five or six times more potent than the others.

Yet, they were all dead by his hand. Luo Zu concluded that he had underestimated his own power.

With this realization, he began to re-evaluate his strength and the application of his various immortal arts. Without such a clear benchmark, he had been prone to vague classifications, often lumping the True Immortal realm of the human race into a single, undifferentiated category.

As Luo Zu analyzed himself, the Rewu tribe, alerted by Tang, was already in motion. Two elders had summoned the tribe’s warriors, preparing to defend against the encroaching demon threat. They sensed the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air and the disruption of natural laws caused by the battle near Luo Village.

The furious Rewu elders rushed over, intending to meet the demon force head-on and grind them into dust.

*Ya-ah-ah!*

The two elders piloted a flight artifact shaped like an island, charging straight toward Luo Village with a thunderous roar.

The commotion was far louder than the demon's dark cloud, like a massive boulder launched from a trebuchet.

"True, brute force," Luo Zu remarked, watching the flying island approach.

Only the two elders were on the island; the rest of the main force trailed behind on another, slower-moving island, drifting along like an old carriage.

"Is that you, Brother Luo?" an elder named Ding Ying called out as he brought the island to a halt.

The other elder observed the area. The lingering power of the iron flowers and silver blossoms made his heart skip a beat. Seeing the scorched remains on the ground, he immediately recognized the traces of the demons. It seemed Luo Zu had killed them all.

"I smell the stench of Old Monster Ding here," the elder noted, his sense of smell extraordinary.

"It is I," Luo Zu replied.

"Luo, what of the demons who tried to ambush us?" Elder Ding asked.

Luo Zu did not hide it. "I killed them all."

"So quickly?!" the elder exclaimed in surprise.

Luo Zu simply confirmed it again. "Yes, I killed them all."