I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 255 - 12 Divine Emperor: Heavenly Roc, can you withstand this strike?

Chapter 255: Chapter 12 Divine Emperor: Heavenly Roc, can you withstand this strike?

A slender figure stepped out from the jungle, facing the two giant beasts head-on.

There was not a hint of fear, but rather an air of composure.

Liang Hui’s gaze passed over the giant beasts and looked towards a small tree in a crevice nearby.

The tree was no thicker than an arm, yet on its branches hung a red fruit the size of a watermelon.

He walked forward, heading towards the fruit tree.

"Human, food!"

Liang Hui’s steps halted, his head tilted slightly to the side, gazing indifferently at the snarling Silver Wolf.

Shing!

A sword intent pervaded the air, with blinding silver light obscuring the vision of living creatures, except for a streak of sword light that carved a winding trajectory through the sky.

It was cold and splendid.

Clang!

The long sword returned to its sheath.

The youth continued towards the fruit tree.

The two giant beasts beside him stared blankly at the figure drawing closer to the treasure tree.

They wanted to stop him, but a stabbing pain shot through their bodies, followed by their consciousness plunging into darkness.

Thump! Thump!

Two gigantic beast heads rolled onto the ground, their blood gushing from their necks, towering over ten meters high.

Liang Hui plucked the red fruit, felt the energy within it, and then stowed it away in his storage bag.

He turned around!

Looking at the dead beast corpses, he waved his hand.

Moonlight Essence fell from the sky, enveloping the wolf corpse, transforming it into a blood-colored crystal.

With a gesture of his hand, the crystal floated down into the youth’s palm and was secured in the storage bag.

After taking a final look at the Blood Tiger’s body, he also gathered it up, to be used as a reserve supply.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Liang Hui resumed his hunt.

Less than half a day after he left, a gigantic Immortal Crane flew in, its wings spanning over thirty meters, carrying several figures as it descended.

One figure, with the stride of a dragon and the stance of a tiger, stepped down from the back of the crane.

This figure had a pale complexion, remarkably sharp eyes, golden hair draping over his shoulders like dazzling sunlight, exceptionally heroic.

The golden-haired man looked at the traces of battle on the ground and the sword marks on the cliff, and said in a low chuckle, "I didn’t expect the Human Race to have such a genius, not bad."

"A genius?" Laughter came from the back of the crane.

Slap!

A head with a scruffy beard and a listless face was thrown onto the ground.

"Brother Peng, isn’t this Zhou something or other supposed to be a mighty Human Race warrior? He couldn’t even take one hit."

"They only qualify as food."

"Whether he is a genius or not, we’ll know once we catch up. Our Demon Tribe can’t afford to die in vain like this," another seductive voice whispered through the air.

This female demon appeared to have a very special identity, her words spreading and even the golden-haired man stopped arguing.

With a gentle leap, he rose into mid-air, golden wings appearing on his back, too brilliant and sharp, overflowing with radiance and edge.

The next moment, a flap of wings!

Whoosh~

The golden-haired man had already appeared several miles away, moving like a deity transitions, disappearing from sight within a few breaths.

"The Golden-winged Roc, the extreme speed of the world!" A vague figure on top of the crane remarked with seriousness in his voice.

"It’s as if I witnessed, in the times of yesteryear, as the old Peng King’s wings flapped, Sword Cultivators fell like rain, the eternal and unbreakable swords of the Human Race also shattered by those golden wings," the woman’s voice came again, laden with awe.

Even with her status, she couldn’t remain indifferent in front of the Heavenly Roc’s technique, known for its extreme speed in the world.

"The princess is too modest. Although the Heavenly Roc’s technique is indeed brilliant, and the old Peng King nearly invincible in this world, compared to that one, there’s still a long way to go," she said.

A silence ensued on the Immortal Crane, as if regarding such statements with neutrality.

The two demons stood atop the crane, casually chatting with no worry for the golden-haired man who had gone off on his own to pursue the enemy.

Elsewhere.

Liang Hui kept moving forward, collecting every treasure and resource he came across, and striking down any Demon Tribe members he encountered.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at a river.

The river surged and roared, with waves splashing and forming a fine mist around it, shrouding the vicinity like a fairyland.

The youth took a step, ready to cross the river to see if there were more resources on the other side.

Suddenly, Liang Hui’s brows furrowed.

A streak of golden light came from the sky, almost instantly appearing above his head.

Zing!

The golden claw’s radiance was blinding, as if it could tear through the void, enveloping Liang Hui underneath.

The long sword was drawn from its sheath, emitting an extremely sharp chill glow mixed with Moonlight Essence, transforming into a vast swath of sword light, slashing swiftly towards the heavens.

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the mountains and rivers.

The golden luminescence retreated, a hundred meters away.

The majestic figure stood in the sky, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the youth from afar.

"I didn’t expect the Human Race to have a genius like you; today, I might actually enjoy myself."

The blond man looked domineering, with an air of utter self-importance.

"Enjoy yourself? Indeed, it’s been quite a while since I’ve truly enjoyed myself!"

Liang Hui chuckled lightly, but his eyes were devoid of any hint of mirth, instead filled with a bone-chilling, murderous intent.

He felt a sense of familiarity coming from the other party, the man in the green robe from Silver Rock Valley.

"Remember the one who kills you—the Heavenly Roc Tribe, Peng Hong."

The Heavenly Roc’s techniques were unparalleled in the world. Peng Hong transformed into a beam of light and charged over, his golden fist seeming to shatter space, vibrating violently.

Liang Hui held his long sword, not striking, but suddenly thrusting forward.

In an instant, the world was saturated with Moonlight Essence.

Although the moonlight should be gentle, at this moment it carried an unmatched sharp edge.

The will to pierce and penetrate everything made Peng Hong’s brow icy and stinging, as if he would die and dissipate in the next moment.

Screech!

A roar, summoning all the power in the demon body.

Retreating at a speed several times faster than his approach.

Splash!

Droplets of golden blood floated down through the air.

Several miles away, Peng Hong reached out with his palm, touching the wound on his brow, his domineering eyes filled with fear.

He was barely missed by the long sword’s piercing thrust.

He had underestimated the Human Race youth before him; he was a hero not weaker than himself, deserving no slight.

Wait a minute! The sky seems to have dimmed.

Peng Hong suddenly looked up to find the blazing sun in the Vault of Heaven had disappeared, replaced by the hanging bright moon at some unknown point.

The moon was bright and clear, occupying half of the sky, pouring down streams of silver light.

A slender figure stood beneath the round moon, reaching out as if cradling Jiao Yue.

Liang Hui’s eyes looked downward, gazing at the majestic figure on the ground.

With a flick of the hand, the round moon swayed and then, with a gentle toss, it hurtled rapidly towards Peng Hong.

"The speed of the Heavenly Roc Tribe is indeed remarkable, but can you catch such a strike?"

At this moment, Peng Hong could hear no other sound.

Hum.. Hum.. Hum!

The once inconspicuous noise now became increasingly heavy and oppressive, causing his body to tremble internally and rendering him immobile.

The bright moon was falling from the starry sky!

The scene was terribly horrifying, as if the sky itself were collapsing.

Mountains crumbled, trees turned to ash, and the ground was continuously pressed down and shaved flat, the dust billowing before being erased by the Moonlight Essence.

At this moment, Peng Hong’s eyes were filled with nothing but the silver light.

"Heavenly Roc’s Sword!"

It let out a sky-piercing roar, its voice shattering stones and vibrating through the air.

Its body instantly transformed into a golden roc over a hundred meters in size, with golden feathers on its body emitting dazzling Sword Qi, sharply glaring and soul-shattering.

Underneath the bright moon, swords were like a forest, with wings flapping, soaring into the sky amidst a murderous aura.

"This strike, formidable figures of past and present must retreat before it, I’ll slay you with it!"

Boom! Thunderous roar!

The moon crashed down; the Heavenly Roc soared, moonlight intertwining with Sword Qi.

The Heavenly Roc, shouldering the moon, strained to rise, its radiant swords slashing down, attempting to split the moon.

But to no avail, slowly but firmly pressing downwards.

Until the Heavenly Roc dispersed, and the moon reached the ground.

Thunderous rumble!!!

A tremendous roar resounded through heaven and earth.

The earth surged like tidal waves, with mountains collapsing like blocks all around.

Great clouds of dust had not yet risen before they were erased by the Moonlight Essence.

And above the Vault of Heaven, the slender figure had simply waved his hand throughout.