Follow the path of Dao from infancy

He thought everything would go smoothly, but now, he suddenly felt a strange sensation.

It was the feeling of death, fear, and trembling!

"Young Master!!"

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From afar, an earth-shattering roar came, carrying an urgent call.

Wan Shan, the Young Demon King, snapped back to reality, his pupils constricting—he had just been caught off guard.

Looking up, he saw the small human Grandmaster charging at him again, the long sword in his hand casting a shadowy arc, like opening a door made of swords in the darkness.

Wan Shan, the Young Demon King came to his senses, his rage overwhelming, but his instinct for self-preservation even stronger.

He knew that with his talent, he was destined to become a Great Demon King, far surpassing his father.

Then, he would have the chance to lightly touch the highest and most unreachable peak.

He could not die!

Not here!

Wan Shan, the Young Demon King, let out a fierce roar, unleashing the Lion\'s Roar Skill, a sound wave attack that had little effect on the shadowy arc of sword Qi.

His body no longer maintained a humanoid form and he reverted to his complete lion state, sprouting a pair of wings on his back, a power inherited from his mother\'s bloodline.

But the wings were too small to carry him aloft, they could only increase his speed as he charged toward the city gates not far away, choosing to flee.

His heart filled with sorrow and fury, he, who had conquered one peak after another amidst hundreds of years of warfare, had never been so disgraced!

Li Hao slightly raised an eyebrow, seeing the other\'s recent roaring fury, claiming that he must kill him, appearing to have an unyielding spirit, yet turning tail to run.

He had thought that the other would stubbornly continue to attack.

Indeed, one should never trust demons lightly.

Li Hao paused briefly, then swiftly gave chase, while the Dragon Soar Sword left his hand, controlling it remotely, he slashed out at extreme speed.

"Die!!"

From a distance, the Bull Demon roared, crashing through the Three Immortal Realms barrier and charging at Li Hao, releasing countless needle-like hairs shooting towards the Dragon Soar Sword.

The Dragon Soar Sword, incomparably sharp, sliced through these hair needles easily, yet with the continuous needle barrage, like rain pounding, it was still somewhat hindered.

"Die!"

The Bull Demon lunged forward, as if it had the power to move mountains. Li Hao felt a sharp momentum piercing at him, he frowned slightly, recalled the Dragon Soar Sword, and once again sent out a sweeping Reincarnation Slash.

The sword light whirled, like a vortex, grinding away the sharp momentum; then it charged at the Bull Demon\'s head.

The Bull Demon roared, its body burning with a blazing light, choosing to burn its Divine Soul.

It lifted its hoof and stomped down hard on the sword light.

But the sharpness of the sword light exceeded its expectations. Although it was in the Indestructible Realm, with an extremely hard body, it was far less resilient than Wan Shan, the Young Demon King; under the tearing of the Dragon Soar Sword Qi, the hoof was swiftly cleaved off, as easily as cutting tofu, seemingly without any resistance.

The hoof tumbled down as the sword light slashed through, cleaving half of its body.

The Bull Demon\'s eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the young man before it. Was this just a Grandmaster Realm?

Its body fell, but it let out an ear-splitting roar, the sound waves causing the nearby houses to explode.

Its Divine Soul detached from its body, burning like flames, executing a Peerless Technique of the demons it had created, rushing over like a massive mountain.

Li Hao raised his sword and cut straight down.

The dragon soul on the Dragon Soar Sword emerged, wrapping around and suddenly biting the Bull Demon\'s Divine Soul\'s head, pinning it to the ground. Then the sword light came down, and the Divine Soul instantly dimmed.

"Young Master... "

The fallen Bull Demon\'s eyes reflected only the image of the giant lion fleeing frantically into the distance, with a mixture of sorrow and desperation, "Uncle Hei is useless..."

The flames spread, the divine might of the Dragon Soar Sword enveloping it, burning and erasing the Divine Soul.

The middle-aged man from the Three Immortal Realms who had been fighting the Bull Demon hurried over, pausing as he noticed the scene, his complexion changing slightly, as he looked at Li Hao.

He naturally knew the identity of this young man. However, he couldn\'t fathom how a fourteen-year-old from the Li Family could be so powerful.

Li Hao didn\'t look at him, instead, he charged directly with his sword towards the fleeing Wan Shan, the Young Demon King.

Letting the lion return to the mountain spelled endless troubles.

As he was about to give chase, the ground began to tremble.

Li Hao\'s expression changed, his Divine Soul flew out above his head, hovering over Dayue City, and he could see the tide of demons from a hundred miles away had already surged forward.

And atop the city walls, the figures of the Grandmasters who had discussed the Dao before stood, joining the city defense army, preparing to meet this tide of demons.

The man from the Three Immortal Realms noticed as well, his expression changing as he quickly rushed off.

In that tide of demons, there were Great Demons from the Three Immortal Realms; the Grandmasters alone could hardly resist them.

Li Hao only glanced once, then pursued Wan Shan, the Young Demon King once more, the Dragon Soar Sword flying from his hand, chasing to kill.

Wan Shan, the Young Demon King thrust back a palm, which was shattered by the Dragon Soar Sword, his heart filled with sorrow and anger, yet he didn\'t dare to look back, feeling that a quarter of an hour had never been so long—Gao still hadn\'t returned!

The city gate was right before his eyes, Wan Shan, the Young Demon King could already see the demon army outside the city. As long as he could join the large army, he could conceal his breath and hide among them, making it hard to be pursued.

But just then, a chilling sense of death approached from behind.

Wan Shan, the Young Demon King suddenly turned, and saw the dazzling shadowy arc of sword Qi smash towards him.

His heart lurched with fright, his eyes revealing shock and disbelief.