However, before the big hand of true energy could get close to Xiao Long, it burned out of thin air and turned into nothingness.
"What!" Yan He looked shocked.
He is a third-level Demon Lord, and even a ninth-level Demon Lord cannot defeat him with just one palm. Is it possible that this person is still a genius, and his ability is as good as that of the Holy King?
The monsters who were watching also had surprised expressions on their faces.
With the demon master's strength, he can rival the Saint King Realm. Looking at the Ten Thousand Demons Conference, such a genius can probably be ranked among the top thousand.
"Haha, so what if you are a genius, just die!"
Yan He was completely murderous. The more talented he was, the greater the threat to him. If this person escaped and was noticed by some senior officials of the Ten Thousand Demons Conference, and reported him with more fuel and jealousy, he would probably be punished.
After all, the Ten Thousand Demon Conference was founded to strengthen the geniuses of the demon clan. If a genius is unable to participate because of his selfishness, the consequences will be quite serious.
Yan He's body twisted and appeared on top of Xiao Long's head. His claws turned into sharp white wings and slashed towards Xiao Long's head. The space was cut open, causing waves of water to rise.
Like ripples.
"boom!"
Suddenly, Yan He's wings were cut in half, but burned out of thin air. The black flames quickly swallowed upwards, disappearing every inch they passed. In the blink of an eye, Yan He's wings were completely burned away.
"Ah!" Yan He let out a miserable howl, and his human form instantly changed, turning into a huge white crane. At this moment, the white crane's wings were burning with black fire, and it was burning more and more, with a tendency to move closer to his body.
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"How is that possible!"
The monsters and beasts who were watching were all shocked.
Between the Holy King Realm, each level is completely different. The further you go, the greater the gap becomes. Even after reaching the third level of the Holy King Realm, the realm is subdivided into four levels: early stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak level.
Normally, a genius who can defeat the early stage of the first-order Holy King Realm with the strength of the Demon Lord will be in the top thousand. If he can defeat the late stage of the First-Order Saint King Realm, he will be ranked in the top 100, or even the top 50.
For example, some peerless monsters who can kill the second-level holy king with the peak strength of the monster king will definitely be ranked in the top ten, and the gap will not be too big. Even if they are ranked first, they will not be ridiculously strong.
After all, the Demon Lord is a Demon Lord. With his bloodline and martial arts skills, he may be able to surpass the challenge, but there is a limit. All previous Ten Thousand Demon Conferences have long concluded that the limit is the peak of the second-level Saint King. No matter how talented a person is, it is impossible to cross the limit.
, kill the third-level holy king.
The person in front of me can actually compete with the third-level holy king?
Countless monsters were shocked and speechless, as if struck by thunder, they were stunned in place.
Yan He's heart was filled with turmoil, and his brain was no longer functioning properly.
Even if he was beaten to death, he would not have expected that this ninth-level demon king would be stronger than him!
"As the elder of the reception desk, you took advantage of your position to collect tokens but did not return them, slapped names randomly, and even wanted to kill me. In this case, I will clean up the house for the founder of the Ten Thousand Demons Conference."
Xiao Long stared at Yan He, with billowing black flames dancing in his pupils, and the invisible power of law came out along with the impact of the monstrous black fire.
"boom!"
Fire filled Yan He's body, igniting his entire body.
"Ah! Don't kill me. I am the elder of the Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom. If you kill me, you will die miserably!" Yan He hissed and howled miserably. His feathers were instantly burned to pieces, and he fell to the roof and rolled over.
The houses were burned down.
Devoured by the sky-swallowing black flames, Yan He's essence, blood and true energy drained away rapidly, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Yan He was so frightened that he realized that Xiao Long would really kill him!
"Don't kill me. I will return the token to you and give you four places to participate in the competition. Please don't kill me!" Yan He screamed and begged for mercy.
Xiao Long's eyes were cold, and the terrifying black flames engulfed Yan He's body, intending to burn him to death completely.
Just then!
"stop!"
An earth-shattering roar resounded across the sky, spreading wildly in ripples.
As the sound fell, all the sky-swallowing black flames on Yan He's body were shaken away and disappeared, leaving only a half-burned Yan He lying there dying.
Xiao Long retreated to the rear, his gaze firmly fixed on the void in front of him.
I saw a middle-aged man in white robe slowly emerging there.
He raised Yan He and injected his true energy into it, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
"The meridians are burned and the true energy is lost. If there is no top-notch eighth-grade holy elixir to remedy it, it will be completely ruined." The man in white robe gritted his teeth.
"Look! That man in white robe is probably the rumored Great Elder Ouyang Peng, who is in charge of the reception desk."
"Even he was alarmed! Ouyang Peng has always helped his relatives but not others. That genius is finished!" The monsters in the distance discussed.
When Yan He saw Ouyang Peng appear, he screamed as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
"Great Elder, this man came up to cripple me and wants to kill me. He must be a spy sent by the human race. Kill him quickly!" Yan He cried sadly, pointed at Xiao Long and pulled off a big hat.
When everyone present heard this, they secretly cursed him for being shameless, but no one dared to stand up and say a word for Xiao Long.
"I see."
Ouyang Peng nodded, looked at Xiao Long with cold eyes, and said coldly: "No matter who you are, attacking the elder at the reception desk is already a capital crime. Should you do it yourself, or should I do it myself?"
Xiao Long stared at the middle-aged man in white robe, sneered and shook his head: "I thought a sensible and sensible person came here, but I didn't expect that a moth came here."
Ouyang Peng's face turned cold: "What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting. If the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference is dominated by worms like you, there is no need to participate. It's a pity that the number of strong men from the monster race will never catch up with the human race!"
Xiao Long was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned around and left.
Ouyang Peng is in the early stage of the fifth-level demon saint. With Xiao Long's current strength, he may be able to compete with one or two using the law of fire, but it is still a bit reluctant to kill him, not to mention who knows what will pop up later.
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"Hmph! You have crippled my subordinates and still want to leave. Come back!" Ouyang Peng opened his big mouth, a black hole appeared in his mouth, and a strong attraction broke out. In an instant, a strong wind blew, and even the hard ground was shaken.
Being lifted up, countless fragments were sucked out of the space and flew towards his mouth.
Ouyang Peng's body is a golden-winged roc with Kunpeng bloodline, which can devour all things. No one under the fifth-level demon saint can resist his devouring power.
Xiao Long's figure suddenly stopped midway, and was attracted to slowly slide towards the back.
"Want to swallow me?"
Xiao Long turned around, held his hand, and a black flame appeared in his palm, slowly spinning, turning into a deep swallowing black hole, and a trace of flame law emerged in the black hole.