The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1470

Chapter 1470: Chapter 1466: Demonstrate Authority Chapter 1470: Chapter 1466: Demonstrate Authority “Master Yuan, what should we do now?” the white-haired old man looked at Yuan Tiangang and asked, “Should we stop the True Dragon Limitless Array and wait until after the Demon threat is pacified to continue refining the Blood Light within the Dragon Veins?”

The True Dragon Limitless Array and the Dragon Veins of Chang'an City were closely linked. If it were interrupted mid-operation, it would cause considerable damage to the Dragon Veins.

“That is not an option,” Yuan Tiangang said. “The Blood Light within the Dragon Veins is not simple. It must be expelled as soon as possible, or else there may be unforeseen consequences. However, the civilians inside the city are in imminent danger. From now on, I will operate the array alone. You all go and suppress the Demons within the city!”

“You're going to operate it alone? How is that possible?” the white-haired old man exclaimed. “The True Dragon Limitless Array significantly drains vitality. It took the combined effort of sixteen of us to barely activate it. Even though your cultivation level is profound and far surpasses ours, it will be exceedingly difficult for you alone to support the True Dragon Limitless Array.”

“I have my methods. You do not need to worry about me. Saving people is like putting out a fire — go quickly!” Yuan Tiangang waved his sleeve, and more than a dozen True Immortal Cultivators flashed out of the True Dragon Limitless Array.

The True Dragon Limitless Array immediately dimmed, but then a great white light burst forth from Yuan Tiangang, pouring into the array. Beside him, another Yuan Tiangang appeared with a flash of white light–it was his Yang Shen Avatar.

The avatar sat down cross-legged, radiating a cascading Spiritual Light, also infusing the array with power.

The luminosity of the True Dragon Limitless Array was restored, and it continued its thunderous operation.

The group of True Immortal Cultivators, upon seeing this, finally felt at ease.

“Master Yuan demonstrates godlike prowess, and Xu admires you. Since that's the case, we will take our leave. Be careful in everything,” the white-haired old man said to Yuan Tiangang before turning and flying away with the others.

Yuan Tiangang watched everyone depart and closed his eyes, the white light flickering on his body as he fully activated the array.

Inside the Great Tang Dynasty Government, Shen Luo was seated with a faint glow of Golden Light around him. The vitality consumed in refining the treasure was gradually being restored, and within moments, it would be fully recuperated.

The Netherworld Furnace was no longer present; evidently, Fire Spirit Child had finished refining the Dragon-burying Flute and put it away.

At that moment, Shen Luo suddenly opened his eyes and leapt out, instantly appearing outside.

Violent tremors were coming from all directions, and the sounds of struggle and shouting followed, with the giant Black Qi also entering his sight.

“These Demons have really appeared again!” Shen Luo furrowed his brow but did not panic.

He had previously discussed with Yuan Tiangang the possibility of a second Demon attack on Chang'an City. With Yuan Tiangang's divine powers and methods, preparations would certainly have been made, and this time, a tragedy should be avoided.

Disciples within the Great Tang Dynasty Government were also roused, emerging from their buildings and upon seeing the situation in the city, their faces changed dramatically.

Shen Luo paid no attention to the others and transformed into a streak of red light racing towards the distance.

It was then that a whooshing sound of flapping wings approached, and a flock of Large Demon Bats flew towards him.

There were more than twenty of these bats, each one several meters in size; the lead bat was as large as a palace, with a mouthful of sharp tusks and sending out powerful waves of Demonic Qi, actually reaching the True Immortal Level, with the others being mostly in the Late Mahayana Realm.

The momentum of the bats was overwhelming, and they seemed to be set on attacking the Great Tang Dynasty Government.

Remembering that Mi Su was still inside the Great Tang Dynasty Government, Shen Luo reached for a treasure–it was the Silver Light Bell Magical Treasure that he had seized from the Nameless Wild Ghost– which expanded several times in the wind, instantly becoming as large as a water jar.

He chanted under his breath, and a crystal light shot out from his brow, striking the Silver Big Clock.

With a “dong,” a sonorous reverberation rang out as a vast wave of silver light burst forth from within the clock, enveloping all of the Large Demon Bats.

The Large Demon Bats, including the one at the True Immortal Stage, the Bat King, quivered in unison, their eyes befogged as if they had fallen under a bewitchment, and their fleeing forms came to a halt.

“The combination of the Soul Shaking Secret Technique and the Silver Light Bell truly magnifies its power,” Shen Luo's eyes lit up with joy as he swept his sleeve, sending seven Red Flying Swords spinning out of his hand, turning into a sky-full of fiery red sword threads that sliced through the Large Demon Bats.

The bodies of the Large Demon Bats shattered into countless pieces of black flesh and blood that rained down with a clatter, their divine souls annihilated, all perishing.

Shen Luo was rather satisfied with the power of these Pure Yang Swords. With a flick of his fingers, the fiery red sword threads recondensed into seven Flying Swords that carried him and the Silver Light Bell forward, disappearing into the distant horizon in the blink of an eye.

The people from the Great Tang Dynasty Government who had been ready to engage in battle stood stunned as the Large Demon Bats were instantly slain.

“Is this Shen Luo? His strength is terrifying indeed; no wonder Duke Cheng and Master Yuan hold him in such high regard,” a gaunt figure flew out from within the Great Tang Government Officials, it was the Yellow Wood Senior, who murmured as he watched the direction in which Shen Luo had disappeared.

“Yellow Wood Senior, the Demons have attacked again, seemingly emerging from those fissures. Had we known, we should have completely sealed those fissures! What do we do now?” an elder from the Great Tang Government flew over and asked anxiously.

The others also looked towards the Yellow Wood Senior, their expressions uneasy.

With Cheng Yaojin absent, there was no one to give orders, and the hearts of those in the Great Tang Government had been unsettled and chaotic over the past few days.

“Don't panic, the National Master has already foreseen the unrest of the Demons and has made thorough preparations. Today, we shall slay these Demonic Beings to avenge our previous losses! Disciples of Shenwu Hall and Tiangong Hall, stay and guard the Great Tang Government; everyone else set out separately–Qian Niao Hall and Four Seas Hall to the southern part of the city, Luoxiu Hall and Guanglin Hall to East City, Hua Jin Hall and Baihu Hall to west of the city, Chuyun Hall and Wuling Hall to North City. Seal those fissures and slay the rampaging Demons within the city!” commanded Yellow Wood Senior methodically.

Everyone responded in unison, scattering and flying away.

At the site of the massive fissure, Lu Huaming was now riddled with wounds on half of his body, barely keeping himself upright with the aid of his greatsword.

Not far in front of him was a dark silhouette, around which tiny beams of white light danced like stars twinkling in the night sky, dazzling yet filled with endless murderous intent–these were numerous fine white needles.

From the adjacent massive fissure, thick black light continued to shoot upwards, and one Demon after another kept emerging, ignoring Lu Huaming and all rushing towards the surrounding people, with shrill screams rising intermittently.

Seeing this, Lu Huaming felt an intense urgency but was powerless to do anything.

The dark silhouette before him was far stronger than he was, and had it not been for the support of his Frost Cold Nine Realms sword, he would have already been defeated and perished.

“Hmph, a mere Late Mahayana Stage and you've managed to withstand my Thousand Rain Needle Array to this extent–it's quite impressive, but this is as far as you go!” the dark silhouette snorted lightly, pointing out with the walking stick into the void.

Countless fine white needles shot towards Lu Huaming like a torrential downpour, bringing with them a terrifying whistling sound.

Lu Huaming's expression shifted slightly as he rapidly formed hand seals. The sword light of Frost Cold Nine Realms surged, forming a blue light ring that enveloped his body.

The countless white needles struck the blue light ring fiercely, each one exploding in a flash of white light upon impact, creating a thunderous roar.

The blue light ring trembled violently and began to shrink rapidly, on the verge of complete collapse.