I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 414 - 8: My father is certain to win, so you don’t need to worry.

Chapter 414: Chapter 8: My father is certain to win, so you don’t need to worry.

Creak!

The crisp sound of a door opening drew Liang Hui’s attention.

Behind the three Demon Immortals, the door constructed of Immortal Gold slowly swung open.

Immortal Light dazzled brightly, as one after another majestic figure, under the light of the Immortals, stepped forward.

An overwhelming power rushed forward, as one True Immortal after another made their entrance.

At this moment, Liang Hui’s expression grew somewhat solemn as he watched the Immortals.

’What a profound foundation.’

The youth whispered to himself, just within view, there were eighteen Immortals, not to mention the strong ones inside the Dragon Palace who had not yet emerged.

"Azure Dragon, since you have come here, it seems you seek to acknowledge your ancestors and return to your origins."

"Now that you’ve seen us, why have you not knelt in salutation!" A light rebuke echoed in the void.

A man with Dragon Horns on his head, wearing sky-blue Battle Armor, and wielding a Long Spear, sharply scolded.

The middle-aged man dressed in Myriad Dragons Robes at the forefront did not speak, but looked on with anticipation, waiting for the youth’s panic and disarray.

Or possibly a prostrating bow.

The disrespectful remarks from earlier, he had heard them loud and clear.

Not only the West Sea Dragon Monarch, but the many True Immortals behind him shared the sentiment, their eyes revealing a mocking glee.

With so many powerful beings, how could the Azure Dragon possibly turn the tides?

Positioned against the wall, the domineering presence stepped back into the crowd of Immortals, his voice icy and piercing:

"Mixed Dragon, bow before my father, and perhaps your transgressions will be forgiven."

Liang Hui’s solemn face gradually gave way to one of unrestrained defiance.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The youth laughed softly, scanning the group of Demons, responding word by word:

"Weak as you are, do you only know how to flaunt your verbal prowess?"

"Come, let me see what you’re made of. Perhaps today, you all...."

He stepped, raised his arm, and threw a punch!

Boom!

Space vibrated, time froze, and an azure-gold Dragon Claw, like a massive beam, spanned the void and pressed down.

At that moment, space was torn apart, Chaos scattered, and the Dragon Palace swung wildly like a ship on stormy seas.

"You should kneel to me as your ancestor!!"

Liang Hui laughed thunderously, intensifying the power in his palm.

The gusts howled, leaving marks on the walls of the Dragon Palace.

"Insolence!"

"Arrogance!"

"Rebellious fiend!"

.....

Angry roars filled the air as figures moved to intercept the strike.

Suddenly.

"I’ll handle this!"

A gentle voice emanated from the West Sea Dragon Monarch.

A palm as white as jade lifted, struck forward, expanding swiftly in size, matching the Dragon Claw in an instant.

It collided directly with the Dragon Claw.

In less than a fraction of an instant, claw and palm met with a million exchanges.

Boom! Boom-boom!!

Amidst the unceasing collision noises, Chaos ran rampant and wild.

As if it were the most violent, fearsome tempest in heaven and earth, the Demon Immortals were easily blown back again and again.

"Good, very good!"

Liang Hui’s laughter was fierce, his eyes blazing like the sun, filled with intense battle spirit.

Equal footing?

No! He was at a disadvantage.

"Old Dragon, let’s battle!!"

As his voice drifted away, a supremely dominating will instantly filled the Chaos, clearing away all traces of Chaos Aura and gusts for billions of miles around.

As the West Sea Dragon Monarch’s expression turned grave, Liang Hui stomped his foot down.

From each of his pores surged Azure Dragon blood, its burning essence imbued with vast vitality, which, under the will of the youth, dyed the entire Chaos.

Boom!

As the magnificent dragon blood exploded, he leaned forward and launched a punch!

One punch, followed by another!

In an instant, he threw no fewer than a hundred thousand punches!

However, the punches were so incredibly fast that they transcended time, solidifying space, making a hundred thousand punches seem as one.

It was as if a great sun suddenly burst forth in splendor!

Infinite Fist Light, charged with fierce vitality, was unleashed all at once.

At this moment, the West Sea Dragon King’s expression became gravely serious, shedding his initial complacency.

In his eyes, the punch was not just a hundred thousand, but as if millions, even billions of punches were coming at him.

Blocking all paths of retreat, he had no choice but to meet it head-on.

Ignoring the exclamations and concerns coming from behind him, he also disregarded the watchful eyes from the Celestial Court.

For hundreds of billions of years, the Dragon Monarch, who had never taken things seriously, grew solemn once more.

It was as if he had returned to the beginning of the Great Wilderness, an era of bloody war among myriad tribes.

"Come and fight!"

A low shout resounded.

The golden knife appeared in the Dragon Monarch’s hand.

With a swift upward slash, it turned into a golden lightning that streaked across Chaos, a fierce and sharp blade whistled out!

That strike was without flourish, as fast as lightning, transcending the boundaries of time and space!

Boom!

The immense power converged, and the sharpness of the golden knife tore through Chaos with a tremor.

In a flash, arriving later yet striking first, it collided with the great radiating sun!

Rumbling!

Earth, wind, fire, and water roiled, and countless lightning bolts streaked by—in the collision, this expanse of Chaos seemed on the brink of creating heaven and earth!

Bang!

The fist’s edge howled, piercing through Chaos, shaking space-time, and its fiery life force and power destroyed everything in its path.

Clang~

The golden knife sang lightly.

A streak of blade light traced a dazzling path, gathering the forces of creation and destruction, silently slashing towards the fist’s edge, vying for brilliance.

Two mighty beings amongst the gathered immortals began an epic clash!

Chaos boiled, all fell silent, and the whole expanse was violently shaken by this collision!

The Dragon Palace, billions of miles away, seemed to lose its luster at this moment, and the expressions of the immortals standing before the palace turned to alarm.

Even as immortals, they could not clearly see the combatants’ fight, only the tumultuous space-time, which almost seemed to bleed into the ages.

Occasionally, they could hear the sound of bells jingling and the resonance of the blade.

They had never imagined that an otherwise unremarkable person could battle a tyrant to such a degree.

At that moment, numerous members of the Dragon Race reacted, transforming into giant dragons taking flight from the Palace, wanting to assist, but they were blown away by the sword’s aura and fist light, unable to get close.

Although they shared the same Realm, the gap between them was as vast as the difference between clouds and mud—immensely large.

Gradually, the figures of the two combatants disappeared altogether into the Chaos, vanishing from in front of the Dragon Palace.

At this moment, the faces of the Dragon Race turned pale with shock, but they soon regained their composure.

A man, his head crowned with a dragon horn and clad in sky-blue Battle Armor, holding a long spear, swept his gaze over the variably-expressed Guest Elders around him.

"My father, unchallenged throughout the Great Wilderness, defeated all immortals, and became a sovereign ruler," he stated.

"This time, he shall return victorious once again."

"My fellow Guest Elders, have no worries."

The Dragon Race members turned, their gazes fixating on the Guest Elders from Exotic Races, who had been aiding the Dragon Palace and serving for many years.

But at this moment, they were the ones who needed to be watched vigilantly, for without the West Sea Dragon Monarch present for the short term, their very existence was a security hazard.

Lacking the reigning power of their sovereign, these strong creatures who knew the ins and outs of the Dragon Palace now posed a potential threat.

"Fellow Elders, Your Highnesses, there’s no need for concern," one asserted.

"How could the Dragon Monarch be challenged by a mere Azure Dragon from the Lower Realm? This is merely a matter of the Monarch taking a slight interest."

"Indeed! Absolutely!"

As each Guest Elder made their stance known,

the oppressive atmosphere in front of the Dragon Palace began to ease.