I Can See Your Combat Power

“You are not a descendent of the Han Family!” the phantom of Demon King suddenly declared. Of course, it was heartening to hear a human warrior face his life squarely. Yet, through Tang Luo’s words, he discerned some crucial information.

Even though his opponent employed Han Wu’s techniques, he most certainly could not be a descendant of Han Wu! Despite viewing Han Wu as despicable and shameless, the reverence in the eyes of the humans when looking at Han Wu a thousand years ago was still fresh in his memory. How could the descendants of such a grand existence address him so directly?

Hmm, very sharp.

Tang Luo smiled, “I have yet to introduce myself to the Demon King, I am Tang

Luo.”

If his surname isn’t An or Han, but he had mastered the Han Family’s Undying

Battle Body, could it be…

“Did Han Wu also lose?” the Demon King asked tremorously.

The voice of the Cyan Dragon was trembling, yet it carried a hint of joy. Even though he couldn’t see the soul of the Demon King, Tang Luo could guess how excited he was.

“Yes, he lost,” Tang Luo simply replied.

“Hehehehe…” An hysterical laugh burst from the phantom of the Demon King, reverberating throughout the Minor Spiritual Realm.

Since being awakened by the Blood Fiend, the Demon King’s biggest concern had been Han Wu. He was aware of how greatly Han Wu valued this Minor Spiritual Realm, even constructing a grand Soul-binding Array capable of transcending past and present. Han Wu even stored his proudest secret manuscripts and martial techniques in this palace.

After a thousand years, his greatest fear was that Han Wu would come to this palace because he knew that if his old friend’s soul spirit was obtained by Han Wu, it would be thoroughly researched and likely endure boundless torment.

But now, hearing that his greatest concern had died, brought him the greatest joy in the past thousand years.

“How did Han Wu die?” the Demon King asked again, he was very eager to know how that despicable human perished.

Looking at the excited phantom of the Demon King, Tang Luo calmly replied,

“After beheading Yinglong, he was ambushed and fell.”

After all, Saint Han was a human saint. Although he didn’t have any particular affection towards the Han Family, he did respect the individual. Even in the abridged history, the contributions of Saint Han were remarkable. In the face of a predecessor who had once shed blood for the Human Race, Tang Luo did not want to dwell on betrayal and conspiracy.

Before the Demon King could rejoice at the cause of Han Wu’s death, the Blood Fiend, trapped inside the Yin-Yang Grinding, became restless.

Despite being trapped in the Grinding, he could hear all the conversations between Tang Luo and the Demon King. The fact that he had been reduced to a bargaining chip used by the despicable human to threaten his old friend filled the Blood Fiend with rage.

But hearing that the Dragon King, whom he yearned to avenge, was killed by

Han Wu, he simply couldn’t believe it.

No one understood better than him how powerful the Dragon Clan was. Leaving aside the lustful nature of dragons, capable of mating with anything to breed countless Dragon Beasts, let’s talk about the pure-blooded Dragon Clan.

A baby dragon, without a horn, is known as Qiulong upon its birth. After 500 years, Qiulong grows a horn to become a full dragon. This full dragon can fly and drill into the ground; its power is incomparable.

Moreover, after another 500 years of cultivation, the dragon evolves once

more.

Some transform into fire dragons, others into horned dragons, earth dragons, cloud dragons; even gold dragons, thunder dragons, mirage dragons, ice dragons, and mist dragons. Every breed of divine dragon is incredibly formidable.

Within the Dragon Clan, the most talented ones can transform into Yinglong, also known as Yellow Dragon, with wings on their back that can control wind and lightning, and change endlessly.

The Dragon King was such an exceptional Yinglong within the powerful Dragon Clan. How could he be slain by the weak Human Race?

Ancient demons often had obsessions. The obsession of the Demon King was Han Wu, while that of the Blood Fiend was the Dragon King. Upon hearing that Han Wu had killed him, the soul of Blood Fiend roared wildly within the grind, “Let me out, boy. You won’t deceive my old friend! How could Dragon King be killed by the despicable human? You won’t deceive my old friend!’ Although the space within the grind was ample for a soul spirit, the spirit of the Blood Fiend was thrashing around violently. As the pure Yang Innate Qi that formed the Divine Grind has a strong restraint on soul spirits, especially the remnant soul of the Blood Fiend, each impact against the wall of the grind burned a large area of the spirit. The formerly bright red cloud trapped in the grind was visibly turning pale and blue.

Looking at the impulsive Blood Fiend, the Demon King said anxiously, “I agree to your terms, my friend. Please release my old friend!”

The remnant soul of Blood Fiend was originally being nourished by the Spiritual Spring to catch its breath. However, the overly ambitious Blood Fiend contaminated most of the Spirit Spring to form the Blood Fiend’s son in order to protect the Demon King. As a result, his spirit had either been malnutrished, leading to its current weak state. Now being trapped inside the grind, the Demon King worried that his old friend’s spirit might evaporate.

Upon hearing the Demon King concede, Tang Luo used his Innate Qj to open a small gap in the grind, allowing the Blood Fiend, who was rushing about, to break free.

Ignoring the injury to his spirit, the Blood Fiend’s face appeared right in front of Tang Luo as soon as he was freed. He questioned loudly, “The Dragon King can manipulate thunder with his wings, control divine lightning with his claws; his yellow scales are almost invincible, and his body can easily transform into a mammoth entity that obscures the sky; his tail wields the power to move mountains and overturn oceans. His Dragon Flame is extreme and supreme, no weaker than your White Grind. How was such a powerful Dragon King slain by that despicable man?”

Although the Blood Fiend was severely defeated in that battle all those years ago, he held utmost admiration for the cultivation of the Dragon King, always claiming to kill the Dragon King, yet he also saw it as a goal that he must pursue in his life.

If Han Wu was the embodiment of cowardice and despicableness in his heart, then Dragon King was the representative of strength and arrogance. Now the human boasts that the weak and despicable vanquished the strong and arrogant, how was Blood Fiend supposed to bear that?

Although the Demon King was also shocked by the news that Han Wu was able to kill the Dragon King, he was not as impulsive as the Blood Fiend.

Because after his nine-tailed fox race was exterminated, it was natural that Han Wu would shift his attention to the Dragon Clan, and if he was going to slaughter the Dragon Clan, then Yinglong must die.

But looking at the human race’s domination of the world, it’s very likely that the once powerful Dragon Clan of the ancient period had already encountered a deadly trap. So it wasn’t surprising for Yinglong to die in Han Wu’s hands. Considering the arrogance of the Dragon Clan, being lured into typical traps was not unusual at all. It was just that his old friend was unwilling to accept the fact, since the object of his revenge, his raison d’etre, had already died.

Yet the Demon King really did not want his old friend to have any more conflict with Tang Luo, because the Human Race had held the Yin-Yang Grinding and housed Innate Qi inside him. He had suppressed the Blood Fiend by his very life, and there was no chance of resistance if a conflict were to erupt and the Yin-Yang Grind turned.

“Bat,” the Demon King started, seeking to persuade him, “In all these years, I haven’t asked you for anything. This is the first time I’m pleading with you. Let’s make a deal with him, and you can verify what the young friend says after you’re reborn..”