Witch, please have some self-respect!

"Flame Demon King, you've been arrogant enough."

The Hundred-Eyed Demon King's voice was hoarse, carrying an extreme amount of suppressed anger, as well as a resolute determination to fight despite knowing he was no match for the enemy.

It is the strongest of the demon race in the Crimson Sky Domain. If it doesn't fight, the demon race will lose all face.

Shen Yun glanced at it, his eyes showing neither disdain nor importance, only calmness.

"Your strength isn't much stronger than Kichi's."

This is a fact.

Bai Tong Tian Yao is indeed stronger than Qi Qi, but there is still a considerable gap between her and Shen Yao.

It couldn't last more than a hundred moves against Shen Yun.

Shen Yun raised his hand, and the Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal condensed in his palm.

It's all-out from the start.

The crimson seal, like a small sun, crashed down on the Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon's expression changed drastically. Hundreds of eyes simultaneously shot out beams of eerie green light, which intertwined to form a large net in front of him.

At the same time, it formed a hand seal and activated the Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal Technique, sending a large crimson seal flying out from its palm and colliding head-on with Shen Yun's seal.

The two seals collided.

"boom--!"

The crimson seal shattered, and the dark green net collapsed.

Shen Yun's seal struck the Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon with unstoppable force.

Its body was blasted away and crashed into the stone surface of the arena, creating a large crater.

The scales shattered, and black blood gushed from the wound.

one move.

With just one move, the Hundred-Eyed Demon was injured.

It leaped out of the pit, a flicker of fear in hundreds of eyes quickly replaced by rage.

It gritted its teeth and pulled out a handful of runes from its bosom—crimson, ice blue, purple gold, various Dao principles permeating the air, densely packed, numbering in the dozens.

It sneered, its smile full of malice.

"Flame Demon King, what are you so arrogant about?"

Its voice echoed in the ring, carrying a sense of confidence.

"My demon race possesses profound resources. Today, I've brought hundreds of rune stones with me. Let's see if you can outlast me!"

As soon as it finished speaking, it raised its hand and waved, causing dozens of Tier 3 runestones to explode simultaneously.

A storm of multicolored runes surged from its palm, accompanied by flashes of swords, lightning, and frost, all hurtling towards Shen Yun.

The storm blotted out the sun, engulfing the entire arena; its immense power was terrifying.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"The Hundred-Eyed Demon is going all out!"

"The relics suppress the strength of cultivators, but have little effect on the suppression of rune stones. Rune stones greatly influence the duels between cultivators."

"With so many rune stones, anyone would have to give them a wide berth!"

"The Flame Demon King is in danger."

Hundreds of Tier 3 runes, with the protective ones being high-quality runes, would be worth over two million source stones in today's market.

For those in the Heavenly Palace Realm, this is an enormous sum.

An ordinary Heavenly Palace Realm cultivator's entire fortune is only a few hundred thousand source stones. The Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon's handful of rune stones is enough to make many people risk their lives.

Shen Yun stood in the center of the rune storm, watching the overwhelming attacks, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He is very confident in his abilities.

He was 100% confident that he could combine runes.

Trying to outmaneuver him with rune stones? The Hundred-Eyed Demon King has probably picked the wrong person.

His storage ring still contained thousands of third-tier rune stones, hundreds of fine rune stones, and dozens of rune crystals.

This number is enough to leave any cultivator at the Heavenly Palace Realm speechless.

But he doesn't need to use it.

Because the Hundred-Eyed Demon's storm of runes was nothing but fireworks in front of him.

Shen Yun raised his hand, and the Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal condensed in his palm.

The beam of light shot out, meeting the rune storm head-on.

The fire serpent shattered, the ice spikes melted, the lightning vanished, and the poisonous mist dissipated.

The overwhelming attack of runes was merely a waste of Shen Yun's energy. While his lack of vital energy would indeed be an obstacle, he remained at his peak.

Although the incoming rune attacks consumed some of Shen Yun's strength, they still crumbled, dissipated, and vanished into nothingness layer by layer.

Shen Yun's fist light was unstoppable, directly striking the Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon.

Unfortunately, this time he was blessed with high-quality runes, so the injuries he suffered were not significant.

"As expected of a top-grade rune stone, its effects are truly extraordinary. The demon race indeed possesses profound resources!"

With a thought, Shen Yun gave a shout of praise on the arena, making sure that it could be heard both inside and outside the arena.

"High-quality runes can actually influence a duel of this caliber! I'll definitely ask Grandpa to buy some this time I go out!"

Many people who saw this scene immediately had ideas.

Even the most talented individuals, like Shen Yao, who never relied on external aids, couldn't help but be moved.

Only talismans can barely interfere with their level of combat, but talismans are extremely rare.

With most of his cultivation sealed, the power of high-quality runes is extraordinary, so perhaps it's indeed necessary to prepare some.

Shen Yun was very satisfied with the reactions of those around him, and even the Hundred-Eyed Demon King showed an even more confident expression.

He had deliberately held back his strength just now, and had defeated the premium rune stone once, because he was preparing to sell a batch of premium rune stones.

At this rate, 10,000 source stones wouldn't be unreasonable.

Shen Yun continued his sparring performance with the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, which made many people even more eager to prepare some talismans.

"Prepare some high-quality Tier 3 runestones and rune crystals for me!"

Shen Yao stared intently at the arena, where the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, aided by the talisman, lasted longer than she had.

I couldn't resist having such thoughts.

Suddenly, a deafening thunderclap echoed from the horizon.

That thunderstorm was not ordinary lightning, but a kind of creation-like thunder that contained some kind of profound truth about heaven and earth.

The sound came from a great distance, yet it seemed to explode right next to your ears, causing the entire arena to tremble slightly.

The onlookers covered their ears, some turned pale, some had weak legs, and some even collapsed to the ground.

Everyone looked up.

Endless lightning surged from the sky, its deep purple color and thick as a dragon, tearing through the pale gold sky and illuminating half of it in a purple-gold hue.

Amidst the lightning, a rich aura of primordial yellow intertwined, was the manifestation of the power of the earth, as heavy as a mountain and as solid as the earth itself.

The two forces intertwined, seemingly about to tear the entire sky apart.

A figure rode a sword, appearing and disappearing amidst the lightning.

He was dressed in a dark purple Taoist robe, with a cold and stern face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a crimson shackle wrapped around his body.

The shackles were like a burning iron chain, wrapping around his shoulders, reaching his waist, and extending to his elbows. Runes flowed across the shackles, radiating a terrifying aura that suppressed heaven and earth.

"That's... Hao Yan!"

One of the cultivators cried out in alarm, his voice trembling.

"The overlord of the Xuanhuang Domain has crossed over!"

The Xuanhuang Domain opened its arena earlier than the Chixiao Domain.

The battle for printing scriptures there has come to an end, with Hao Yan emerging victorious.

The prodigy sent by the main sect of Zixiao Sect, the inheritor of the Purple Thunder True Meaning, swept through all opponents in the Xuanhuang Domain, and no one could stop him.

After obtaining the Xuanhuang Domain Seal Scripture, he did not linger or rest, but directly crossed domains to come here.

He wants the two seals to be combined into one.

"I just received news that only those who obtain the inherited scriptures can engage in cross-domain battles. A crimson shackle will bind you, signifying that crossing a domain will suppress your strength by 20%!"

The other person added in a trembling voice, his eyes fixed on the figure descending amidst the lightning.

"But he still dared to come, even after being suppressed by 20%, he still dared to challenge the Flame Demon King across realms?"

Hao Yan's figure slowly descended amidst the lightning.

He landed in front of a guardian beast, raised his hand and slashed down with his sword. The sword was deep purple, wrapped with lightning and Xuanhuang power, and directly severed the head of the guardian beast.

The beast's corpse turned into black mist and dissipated. The light screen opened, and Hao Yan's figure flashed as he stepped into the challenge area.

His gaze was like lightning, piercing through the arena's light screen and locking onto the dark figure in the center of the arena.

"Flame Demon King".

He spoke, his voice cold and hard as iron, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"I want the printed scriptures from the Crimson Sky Domain."

The crowd erupted in excitement.

"In the Xuanhuang Domain, Hao Yan has already won the Seal Battle, and now he's rushing to the Chixiao Domain without stopping. Is he trying to unify the two seals?"

"Can the Flame Demon King withstand it? He has expended a lot of energy, while Hao Yan is still at his peak."

Although his power was suppressed by 20%, his foundation was too deep. Even with only 20% suppressed, he was still far beyond the reach of ordinary geniuses.

The sounds of discussion, exclamations, and speculations gathered outside the arena, creating a cacophony of noise.

On the arena, the Hundred-Eyed Demon silently withdrew the remaining runes the moment Hao Yan appeared.

Its face was ashen. It had thought that Youmingzi would be the first to arrive, but it turned out to be a human.

The hundreds of rune stones they brought cost the demon race a lot of resources. They had originally planned to use the rune stones to explode and weaken or even defeat the Flame Demon King.

As a result, the Rune Storm was crushed by Shen Yun's seal, and it was also beaten half to death.

Now that Hao Yan has arrived, it can no longer bear to use it. The power of this talisman is even stronger than it imagined, and it doesn't want to be a stepping stone for Hao Yan.

It struggled to its feet and, enveloped by the arena's light screen, was teleported out.

This saved Shen Yun from having to continue performing.

Shen Yun glanced in the direction where the Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon had disappeared, then looked away.

It must be said that under the oppressive environment of the ruins, the enhancement that runes bring to cultivators should not be underestimated.

If he hadn't awakened his physical supernatural abilities, undergone multiple transformations that greatly increased his blood and qi, and made his physical body unparalleled, anyone else would have been thrown into chaos by the Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon's storm of rune stones.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon slunk away, but no one paid any attention to it anymore.

All eyes were on the two figures on the arena.

A figure as black as ink, a fiery demonic phantom surging behind him; a figure as deep purple as thunder, a profound yellow aura flowing around him.

Flame Demon King, Hao Yan.

The overlord of the Crimson Sky Domain and the overlord of the Profound Yellow Domain.

Their gazes clashed above the arena, lightning and flames intertwined, the earth and the sky shook against each other.

The onlookers held their breath.

The cultivators who had been discussing the matter fell silent and stared intently at the arena.

They knew that the real showdown had only just begun.

Shen Yun sized up Hao Yan, his deep purple Taoist robe fluttering in the strong wind.

He was wrapped in a crimson shackle, which coiled like a chain of fire from his shoulders to his waist, and the runes swirled around him, emitting a terrifying aura that suppressed the heavens and earth.

That was the price of crossing realms. Twenty percent of his strength was forcibly sealed by the rules of the ruins.

But as he stood there, his imposing presence only increased.

He held a long sword in his hand. The sword was deep purple, and its blade was covered with lightning patterns, as if each pattern was a sealed lightning dragon.

A purple-gold crystal was inlaid at the hilt of the sword, with faint flashes of lightning visible within it, like a small sun compressed to its extreme.

He held the sword horizontally in front of him, and lightly stroked the blade with his fingertips. Suddenly, a clear and resonant sword rang out.

"Flame Demon King".

Hao Yan spoke, his voice not loud, but it made the entire arena buzz.

"Your seal technique is good, but the Crimson Sky Seal alone is not enough."

Shen Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his dark armor gleaming with a cold luster under the light of the runes on the arena.

His expression remained unchanged, but his gaze fell on the long sword in Hao Yan's hand, and his pupils contracted slightly.

sword.

He remembered Hao Yan's lightning magic, which wasn't pure lightning magic.

He used his sword to control the lightning.

"A divine sword that controls lightning?"

Shen Yun murmured the name, feeling a sense of familiarity.

This is a method of the Zixiao Sect that governs the main realm, using the sword as a medium to draw upon the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth.

Sword cultivators are unparalleled in their offensive capabilities within the same realm, and the same applies to those who cultivate lightning; the combination of lightning and sword is even more powerful.

Legend has it that in ancient times, a patriarch of the Zixiao Sect used this technique to kill immortals and gods with a single sword strike.

"That's interesting."

Shen Yun's lips curled up slightly as the Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal condensed in his palm.

The crimson seal resembled a small sun, with a roaring phantom of a flaming demon on its surface, its demonic flames reaching the heavens.

Hao Yan said no more.

He raised his sword, its tip pointing towards the sky.

In that instant, the world changed color.

Endless lightning surged from his body, the deep purple lightning enveloping him like a tidal wave, creating a sea of ​​lightning around him.

Wherever the lightning passed, the air was ionized, producing a piercing crackling sound, and the stone surface of the arena was scorched, leaving behind charred marks.

Zixiao Sect, Ten Thousand Thunder True Meaning.

That is the supreme essence of the Zixiao Sect, passed down for ten thousand years. It is based on thunder and lightning, and has the soul of heavenly punishment. It is used to punish on behalf of heaven and has unparalleled power.

Behind Hao Yan, a vast and boundless phantom of thunderclouds appeared, resembling an endless ocean of thunder hanging upside down in the sky.

Above the clouds, thunder roared, each cloud a bolt of lightning, each bolt containing the power of destruction and rebirth.

Hao Yan's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the boundless thunderclouds, like a deity descending from the heavens.

He raised his sword, the tip pointing at Shen Yun.

"Lei Lai."

As soon as the word was uttered, the sea of ​​thunder boiled.

Thousands of thunderbolts surged from the thunderclouds and coalesced on the tip of Hao Yan's sword.

They coiled around the sword, emitting a low roar, causing the sword to tremble and its sound to be like a dragon's cry.

With a single sword strike, ten thousand bolts of lightning erupted.

The deep purple lightning, like a waterfall or a celestial river cascading down, enveloped the entire arena.

Amidst the thunder, the faint glint of sword light could be seen; that was the essence of the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique, where the sword controls the thunder, and the thunder is the sword, and the sword is the thunder.

Each bolt of lightning is an invisible sword, slicing through the void and annihilating everything.

The cultivators from the Crimson Sky Domain who were watching all held their breath at that moment.

They had never seen such a terrifying thunder magic.

That's not the method of a Heavenly Palace Realm cultivator; it's a realm that only a Primordial Chaos Realm expert can reach.

Even with his strength suppressed by 20% by the ruins and his physical body bound by the rules, Hao Yan's sword strike was still enough to terrify any cultivator of the same level.

Some people's legs were going weak, some people's hands were trembling, and some people had subconsciously taken several steps back.

"The Flame Demon King is finished," someone muttered to themselves.

But before he could finish speaking, a burst of crimson-gold flames exploded on the arena.

Shen Yun moved.

He didn't dodge or retreat; instead, he stepped forward to face the sea of ​​lightning.