C292 The Mad Demons Came to Attack

Lee Zhuohua stared at the Cang Lang that had taken form above the head of the Done Gang-level Cultivator. He did not know what kind of martial art this disciple of the Demon Realm was using. It seemed to be similar to a borrowed power martial art, but Lee Zhuohua could clearly feel that the Cang Lang on top of his head was not a special existence, but rather, it was the cultivator himself.

One had to know that the Borrowing Power Martial Arts was used by one to borrow the power of others for one's own use. It was about borrowing power rather than combining it with one's own body. The aura that the person in front of him was giving off was a little strange, as if the Cang Lang and him were one entity. This made Lee Zhuohua very curious as to what was going on.

"Hah."

After the cultivator of the Early Astral Reaching Realm formed the Cang Lang on the top of his head, he shouted loudly, and all the Gang Qi in his body surged out. The clothes on his body began to roll.

When the surrounding people saw the Demon Realm Cultivator make such a commotion, they were all shocked. They all thought that there was a high chance that this person would leave a mark on the Obsidian Tablet.

Everyone was nervously waiting to see what the Demon Realm Cultivator was going to do.

Under the crowd's watchful eyes, he kept his fists at his waist and kept them hidden. His eyes were sharp, as if he was preparing for his most powerful attack. He wanted to leave his mark on the stone monument with one strike, so he wanted to use his most powerful attack.

As his strength accumulated, the Cang Lang on his head also nodded its head and lowered its tail. Its eyes were fierce, and the fur on its body stood up like needles. It seemed to be waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

Lee Zhuohua carefully observed the man who came from the Demon Realm. He could tell that this man was currently preparing a very powerful technique. If he was able to use it, perhaps he would be able to leave behind an imprint on the dark stone monument.

Although Lee Zhuohua did not know what kind of martial art this person was using, but looking at the Cang Lang above his head that was extremely similar to a borrowed force martial art, Lee Zhuohua still paid attention to it carefully.

After a short period of time, the aura of the Demon Realm Cultivator had already reached its peak, and the Cang Lang on top of his head was also continuously howling.

It was clear that he was ready to strike. If this continued, he was afraid he would lose control of his aura, which was beginning to become violent.

His eyes were focused on the stone tablet, and a smile appeared on his face. He felt that he would definitely succeed. He was sure that he would have to engrave his name onto the stone tablet just like the genius of the Demon Realm, Shen Lang.

"Cold Wolf, break the Demon Claw."

He gave another loud shout, and the aura on his body was no longer restrained. At this moment, it completely burst out and swept in all directions.

A black stream of air rose from his fists, which were now claws, and, after a shout, reached out to grab the stone.

"Ow..."

As he extended his claws, the Cang Lang above his head also let out a long howl. With a burst of strength in its four limbs, it also rushed forward and clashed with his two claw attacks.

As if the person's outstretched claws had already turned into this Cang Lang, the Cang Lang also extended its front claws and fiercely grabbed towards the stone monument.

When the spectators saw that the person had finally made his move, they all focused their attention on him. They wanted to see if this person could leave a mark on the stone monument.

After all, everyone who had tried before had failed. Now that Done Gang-level Cultivators had taken action, they were really curious as to whether or not he would be the first to succeed.

Different from the others, Lee Zhuohua did not care if this person's attack was able to leave a mark on the Obsidian Tablet. What he cared more about was what kind of martial art this person was using.

"The Qi and blood have merged into one, and the elephant has appeared. Is he not a human?" When Lee Zhuohua saw that Cang Lang had merged with the man's attack, he finally saw through it.

What this person was using was indeed not a martial art, and the Cang Lang was also not a phenomenon caused by the martial art he was cultivating. Instead, it was the aura of the person that was formed. It was the image that was formed after the person's essence, Qi, and spirit had solidified. It was also known as the Three Flowers Gathering Top.

An ordinary person would not be able to produce such an abnormal phenomenon after the three of them had combined into one. Instead, there would be three Divine Flowers that corresponded to the Essence, Spirit, and Spirit on the top of his head. However, if he wanted to achieve the state of the three of them combining into one, it meant that this person was about to reach the Energy Shaping Realm.

The main reason why the Energy Shaping Realm was so difficult for so many people was because in order to reach the Astral Realm, one had to condense the Three Magnificence. Otherwise, they would only be able to linger around the Astral Realm.

And once they condensed the top three and stepped into the Energy Shaping Realm, the world in the eyes of cultivators would no longer be the same as before. At the same time, their lives would also completely break away from the scope of mortals and enter a higher level.

The person in front of him was only at the Early Astral Reaching Realm, but something like this was happening right now. This meant that this person had already touched upon that level. In other words, once this person reached the peak of the Astral Realm, he would be able to easily break through to the Energy Shaping Realm.

However, what appeared above his head was not Shen Hua, but a Cang Lang. It seemed that this person was no ordinary human. Although San Hua was not unique to Human and other races also cultivated Essence, Spirit, and Spirit, they were different from the Human. They were born with weak divine souls but relatively strong Qi, blood, and physical bodies. Therefore, their path of cultivation started with their own flesh and blood.

As one's cultivation level increased, one's soul would be suppressed to a certain extent. Thus, when they condensed the three essences in the early stages, they would manifest their true selves at the top.

Lee Zhuohua guessed that this person might be a wolf demon. With this thought, Lee Zhuohua could clearly see the origin of this person.

Most of the people in the Demon Realm were otherworldlings, not humans. Perhaps the person in front of him was a wolf demon.

Now Lee Zhuohua finally understood the strangeness of his martial arts, but since the other party was able to grasp the initial stages of Sanhua, then it wouldn't be difficult for him to leave an imprint on this stone tablet.

He watched quietly as the Demon Realm Cultivator attacked the stone monument. The surrounding people were also shocked by the tyrannical aura that this person released.

Under the attentive gazes of the crowd, that person's ferocious attack was about to touch the stone monument. Everyone was completely focused, wanting to see if this person could leave a mark on the stone monument.

Right at this moment.

"Humph, get lost."

A thunderous shout exploded in the air.

After the voice rang out, an aura even more tyrannical than that of the Demon Realm Cultivator suddenly swept out from the air, causing the cultivators below who were about to attack the stone tablet to stop their attacks.

"Hmm?"

Lee Zhuohua felt the strength of this aura and raised his head to look at the sky in confusion.

The surrounding spectators were also greatly shaken by this explosive shout. They did not know what was going on, how could someone suddenly appear at this time? Moreover, the strength of this aura was too overbearing, it actually forced the Demon Realm Cultivator who was about to attack the stone tablet to stop.

Everyone raised their heads to the sky.

A man with a cold face and a domineering aura walked over. He stood in the air, his long hair like a waterfall, and his dark eyes seemed to contain the profoundness of mountains and rivers.

The man's aura was wild and violent. Even though he was in the air, the people below still felt their hearts tremble. He looked down on them with eyes full of contempt, as if he were looking at a group of ants.

The Demon Realm Cultivator was just about to use his strongest attack on the stone tablet, but he was forced to stop, causing his Qi and blood to almost flow in reverse. Although he could also feel the tyrannical aura of the person who came, he still felt furious.

"Who is it?" He looked up angrily.

However, when he saw the person's appearance clearly, his pupils instantly contracted. The anger on his body completely dissipated, and in its place was a fear emotion. He didn't expect that the person would be him.

"Crazy... The Mad Demon." The Demon Realm man swallowed his saliva, and with an ugly expression, he said the name of the person who stepped on the sky.

The new arrival was The Mad Demon, this year's disciple of the Demon Realm, The New Hegemon.

A genius with the talent of an Almighty.