Dream Picking Records

Saint-Van Demon Elder seemed unconcerned or surprised that Bai Shu could block his attack, and instead used his first-mover advantage to launch a rapid offensive.

The two fought from the ground to the sky, from south to north, from west to east, leaving devastation in their wake, the echoes of their battle seemingly mournful even in the air.

Bai Shu is not one to passively defend. After a fierce close-quarters battle, he used his physical strength to seize the opportunity to turn the tide and gradually launch a counterattack.

Upon seeing this, the Holy Demon Elder's eyes narrowed. Then, during a break in the battle, he formed a hand seal with one hand, and gradually, a secret power began to flow around his body.

"The Evil Body of Ten Thousand Spirits!? No, there are slight differences, but the aura is more similar!" someone exclaimed.

"The Myriad Spirits Evil Body of a Nascent Soul Saint Child? I've heard this technique was one of his trump cards in dominating the rankings. It's hard to imagine that he hadn't reached its full potential back then. I wonder what terrifying power he could unleash in his hands!"

Many people stared with fervor, eager to see the Holy Demon Lord display his prowess.

Many people whispered among themselves, silently analyzing, "Avenging his brother, a Nascent Soul Saint Child, a Myriad Spirits Evil Body... Could there be some connection between the two of them?"

As the crowd discussed, the Holy Demon Elder had already completed his spell. His previously wrinkled skin returned to its natural state for his age, and he showed no signs of aging. A fierce wind blew, and his flowing hair and robes made him appear like an extremely sharp blade standing in the sky.

"The show has begun!"

Bai Shu showed no panic as he watched the enemy's momentum surge, and prepared to launch a frontal attack.

"Roar!"

A deep and resounding tiger roar echoed through the sky. The enormous black phantom lowered its head to aim at its prey and then charged forward like a mountain peak. It then raised its front paws and swung them out with lightning speed.

The second and fourth men, who had retreated to the back, were sweating profusely and secretly rejoiced. If they had been in the center, they would have been torn to shreds.

Saint-Van Demon Elder clasped his hands together, and only when Bai Shu's attack was about to land on him did he slowly separate his hands and press them down on the black tiger's claws.

Without a loud roar, a seemingly effortless strike caused the massive black tiger to collapse instantly.

"Interesting. Looks like we'll have a good fight today!"

Bai Shu stopped in his tracks, rubbing his hands together, eager to try. Suddenly, a figure leaped to Saint Fan Demon Elder's side and whispered something. Saint Fan Demon Elder's anger intensified, as if it were about to materialize.

"So you're his friend. I'll start with you today!"

Saint-Fan Demon Elder launched another major attack, his movements even more ferocious, each strike aimed directly at Bai Shu's vitals. However, facing Bai Shu, Saint-Fan Demon Elder was unable to break through his defenses, and gradually, his movements began to slow down.

Just when the people from the Chaotic Realm thought he was outmatched, suddenly, vengeful spirits rose up behind him, strangely shaped, seemingly a composite of multiple races. They were half-illusory and half-real, moving swiftly and whistling as they lunged at Bai Shu, opening their mouths to bite.

If the previous battles were filled with murderous intent and greed in Saint-Fan Demon Lord's eyes and actions, now there is an added layer of hatred, which is even more prominent, just like those vengeful spirits.

Bai Shu was completely baffled, but his mind was quick, and combining the information he had gathered, he quickly came to a guess, to the point that he unconsciously cursed out, "Damn it! I've become that kid's scapegoat!"

Bai Shu retaliated with curses, but the vengeful spirit's attack bypassed his body and left a row of black teeth marks on his primordial spirit, with a corrosive force spreading.

As the old demon smirked, about to manipulate the vengeful spirits once more, Bai Shu's primordial spirit flashed with white light, swallowing the dark teeth marks and abruptly stopping him in his tracks.

"It's the technique of a Nascent Soul Saint Child! I saw him use it inside the Bronze Palace!"

One person's shout ignited the fuse, and survivors of that battle successively recalled the scene, serving as corroborating evidence.

"I never expected that the two powerful figures who killed the former number one and number two on the leaderboard were actually brothers. But why did he suddenly disappear?" Some people wondered.

"Hehe, my name is Liao Ruan, and his name is Liao Yuan. We are indeed biological brothers."

Liao Ruan chuckled and then introduced herself, saying, "It's only because we practiced a technique we found near Black Wind Mountain that we ended up looking like neither human nor ghost."

"Stop, stop, stop! I have no interest in hearing your 'tragic' past. If you want to fight, then fight! Stop with the nonsense!"

Bai Shu raised his hand and threw another punch, but Liao Ruan showed no intention of fighting back, dodging the punch and revealing a sinister smile.

"Don't worry, if you're not interested in listening, someone else will. For example... my recent experiences in Gravel Town."

Bai Shu asked, puzzled, "Gravel Town? What does that mean?"

"Ha! Let's end the fight here for now. I think you'll find out soon enough."

After saying this, Liao Ruan turned and left, leaving the rest of the Chaotic Void Realm members bewildered in the wind.

Bai Shu was furious; he hated it when people spoke in ambiguity. Just as he was about to give chase, King Qianwu stepped forward from the city wall behind him and personally sounded the retreat.

……

Before this, the once peaceful and prosperous town of Gravel was replaced by ruins, leaving no survivors.

Wang Xiao stood in front of the town, his heart heavy. He took a deep breath, his fists cracking.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed, and a figure hidden in the void was revealed from a distance, flying toward him with its limbs bound.

"Say!"

Wang Xiao's voice was icy and unyielding. The bound man's eyes glazed over, and he recounted the events in detail.

"Saint-Van Demon Lord..."

Wang Xiao spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his voice filled with intense killing intent. The four words, once uttered, were like four invisible blades slashing at the man.

He bowed to the desolate mountain, his self-reproach preventing him from straightening his back for a long time. He hated himself for being a step too late, for failing to even protect the bloodline of the sages who had made great contributions.

……

In the chaotic void, under a dark and windy sky, Liao Ruan gathered with a group of demon clan members and leaders of human forces.

The leaders of the various human factions wore grim expressions, the reason being that they had been tricked by the Nascent Soul Saint Child within the Bronze Palace. Now, with their enemy's younger brother right before them, they would have already attacked if the demons hadn't been present.

"Don't look at me like that. He is him, and I am me. Besides, I have a grudge to settle with him," Liao Ruan said calmly, picking up her teacup.

"Oh? Then we'll be all ears to see what kind of lies you can come up with!"

"puff!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a gash was slashed open in his throat, and blood gushed out like a fountain before he died completely.

When everyone came to their senses, they all looked at Liao Ruan. They saw that the lid of his cup was gone, he gently blew on the tea, took a small sip, and slowly put it down.

They couldn't help but look at the demon race, wanting a reasonable explanation. However, the demons present not only didn't pursue the matter, but some even stood up and reprimanded them.