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Ambush? I hate ambushes. I won't let you ambush me one more time, you baldy.

Tony was trapped in a black mist, both me and First Lord were wrapped in black sword energy. I have a power of light but I can't use it against him. Water magic can only stop bleeding, but the Demon Blade is a poisonous weapon. After all, Gayeru has already started to age. The Demon King can have many ways to extend his life, but aging is inevitable. He is in a bad state due to aging, but I'm fine. Although Dark Magic also has some healing methods, it may have a counterproductive effect on the Demon Blade. It can only rely on Gayeru himself.

"I can't stand this kind of person!" Black and white lines extended from behind me, and there was a force pulsing inside me, seemingly uncontrollable but I was trying my best to suppress it. I launched an attack. Although I was wrapped in sword energy, I knew exactly where Tony was. The giant sword pierced through the ground, and the sword energy bound his feet under his feet. I swung him around like swatting a fly, slamming him on the ground more than ten times. Although I could control the magic freely, there was another force fluctuating outside the magic.

I still don't have memories of that kind of power. If I try hard to recall, there is only one magnificent place like a dream.

"I didn't expect...to have a chance in your arms."

"Gayeru means hero in the Dragon Language. Heroes have always been fearless. You have always had the courage to challenge the summit, but you don't have the guts. You are already the Demon King, yet you are still afraid of something. Don't you think it's too much?"

"I...suddenly...feel like you...are a father." First Lord's breath became weak.

"Just realized now? It's too late!"

"Yeah...it's too late...too late...The aura that I have feared since I was little...is gone today." First Lord gently closed his eyes.

"If you are killed by the Demon Blade just like that, you will end up like Cain!"

"Brother..." As I expected, First Lord firmly grabbed my wrist. "Tell me...where will he go?"

"He didn't go to the Underworld, nor did he become part of this crimson sky. In the hearts of humans, leaving all attachments means death. Going to the Underworld, the Demon Clan can basically know whereabouts. Is that what you want?"

"Well...pfft..." First Lord finally spat out black blood again.

"You don't need to ask anymore. You can only have a chance to challenge me again if you survive...Now, one person will never return." I held the giant sword and it transformed into a bow. The sword is not its original form, its original form is the dragon's spine.

"Flame Demon Sword!" While First Lord closed his eyes for rest, even though his perception wasn't at its best, the resistance he felt triggered a memory buried for 13 million years. In the 512 major battles of the Divine-Demon War, he felt this kind of power fluctuation 53 times, which was a battle where the Saint Dragon personally appeared.

"Don't struggle, Tony!" The sword energy lifted Tony high into the air, like a target, while I drew the bowstring, adjusting my breath and guiding the magic. I released the bowstring, and the trembling sound of the string reverberated on the desolate ground. The sword broke through the air, shattering the dragon bones of the dragon tomb, and it was impossible to distinguish whose bones belonged to who. I thought I would sort it out for them later.

2

The Demon Realm was filled with demons from all directions, and the Fallen Angel was as startled as a frightened bird. Their fighting consciousness was not relaxed at all, especially the nine Demon Kings. They urgently gathered together. In the meeting hall a week ago, ten different teleportation arrays lit up, each representing one of the nine Demon Kings and the Marshal of the Fallen Angel.

"Is it the Holy Dragon?" Fist Devil slammed his fist on the table, creating a big hole.

"No! I find it strange. I only sense his sword," Pluto was the most outspoken, and most of the younger generations couldn't tell the difference between a sword and the Holy Dragon.

"What about Forst Lord?"

"Could it be that Forst Lord is fighting him?" Marshal Fallen Angel boldly guessed.

"Space teleportation? People from The Divine Realm have arrived. We must send people to their respective domains to find their landing points and react as quickly as possible. The Divine Realm has hastily entered The Demon Realm. This is war!" Pluto swung his sleeve, as if he had returned to his youth.

3

Twisted space, voices from the abyss, powerful wrists, and holy light power.

"With such power, why don't you use it against me... Rezgol." Tony extended a hand and grabbed the sword in front of him. He had been staying at the teleportation gateway for a long time, and his abilities were not low.

The sword energy that enveloped me dispersed, revealing a burly figure wrapped in white cloth in front of us. He was barefoot and had no clothing adornments: "Who are you?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

"Roar!" The sound of a dragon's roar came from the teleportation gateway again, this time three consecutive roars. The spread-out large bone wings surprised me. It turned out to be the three-headed dragon that had been imprisoned for over ten million years, and it had been trained to pull a cart. The three-headed dragon was close to being humanoid, and it had never regarded the Holy Demon Twin Dragons highly, even though it had indeed been imprisoned by the Holy Dragon. Wait a minute, in the seemingly magnificent back compartment, there was golden flowing hair that looked incredibly captivating.

"Qin Yang!" Nana and the others came running on snow lions. I guessed that the snow lions were willing to carry them because they sensed their master's danger.

Sure enough, the snow lion approached slowly in front of Forst Lord, obediently crouching by his side, with its large tongue slowly licking his cheek, looking extremely sad.

"You shouldn't have come back. This guy is stronger than the Demon King." I told Lilith and Nana to retreat. This person who suddenly appeared from the teleportation gateway was not simple at all.

"I don't know you. Can you introduce yourself?" I also noticed a problem. The red sky above our heads suddenly appeared hollow, and the red color receded to the surroundings, leaving behind a blue sky, which seemed to be a unique space for the Demon Realm to create the element of light.

"Lilith, is this Demon Dragon still the Holy Dragon? He feels very strange." There was a sense of light magic hidden under the close proximity of dark magic.

"He should be in a complete state now, otherwise he wouldn't dare to stand in front of us~~~"

Did they completely ignore me and just rush ahead? What do they mean by not daring to stand in front?!

The person in white cloth threw the sword to me but had a happy expression on his face: "Me? My name... I don't remember. They all call me... the Holy Dragon!"

Fake Holy Dragon? I instantly raised my guard. This guy had done too many dark things during his time in The Divine Realm, so it must be related to him.

"But of course, you know that I am not. And I also know that I am not. But in this position, I am just waiting for you, Rezgol. You are my only target in this Spiral Trine!" He smiled with great anticipation.

"Spiral Trine? Are you sure you know more about me? Will you tell me?" The title of Spiral Trine was not heard by the Holy Demon Dragon, and I only heard it from the ego's mouth today, so this title must have been proposed by beings outside the Trine when there was nothing in the three realms.

"Of course! None of us belong to the Three Realms. All the dragons in the Three Realms are exiled dragons!"

"Exiled... exiled dragons! Am I also an exiled dragon?" This was a dreadful revelation, and I didn't even know what crime I had committed.

"Have you noticed that none of the dragons here are good or virtuous? They are either imprisoned evil dragons or sealed and dormant ones."

"Where do we come from?"

"Do you want to know? Defeat me, and I'll tell you. And I'll also give you two people, one is the bald one behind you, and the other is her!" The false saint dragon raised a finger, and three dragons lowered down, carrying a magnificent carriage.

"Uh... Elena!"

The false saint dragon caught Elena and threw her towards me.

"Didn't you say you will give her to me after I win?" Elena in my arms was like a sleeping beauty with golden hair, quiet and sweet.

"Hahaha... it doesn't matter. If I won, it just means you were unable to protect her. Taking her back is nothing difficult, right?"

"Nana, take care of her for me."

"This person originally planned to use Elena as a hostage. Now that he knows you want Tony's life, he dares to entrust her to you, to buy some time until the other demons arrive," Nana whispered in my ear.

"Don't worry, I also want to know how capable I am now."

I gripped my heavy sword with both hands and said, "Then let's battle, and determine the winner with one move!"

"I like your straightforwardness!" The false saint dragon caressed the three dragons, and the magic he activated seemed to be Light Magic!