Chapter 450: The Demon General (III)

Rod’s expression was equally grave; he was somewhat surprised by the strength displayed by the Demon General. Such a level was already sufficient to compete with martial artists at the later stages of Yang Xuan’s realm. Was this the power of a demonic soul? Its domineering aura was almost unbearable, exerting immense pressure on others.
The clash of auras froze the air and filled it with tension, giving people a dizzying sensation. At this moment, the two of them were the center of the world. It seemed even the vast universe could not accommodate them. From afar, everyone felt that the two appeared enormous, while they themselves seemed like insignificant ants in comparison.
“Demonic Dance!” After a long while, as the stalemate in the aura clash continued, the Demon General could no longer hold back and took the initiative to attack. With a cold snort, he suddenly moved.
In an instant, he became like a phantom, flashing continuously as he swung his long spear, creating afterimages filled with black aura. It was as if a giant black dragon, baring its fangs and claws, was charging at Rod.
“Dragon Roar!” Rod chose the most direct approach—merging himself with his sword—transforming into a streak of white light that flashed past and headed straight for the black dragon.
Ahow… faintly, it seemed there was a high-pitched dragon roar! The giant dragon was roaring, seemingly displeased that someone dared to defy its might and oppose it.
The Demon General’s move was so formidable that it caused all the onlookers around to change expressions, quickly retreating further back.
A violent wind arose, and the elements around became chaotic, flowing wildly and causing shock.
That streak of white light, however, appeared much calmer, yet it carried a strong sense of crisis that made people uneasy. It was precisely because of this that the giant dragon roared.
“Break through!” Moments later, a furious shout came—Rod’s roar.
Suddenly, a burst of white light filled the air, brimming with a sacred aura. The Xuanyuan Sacred Sword swung down, and along with a roar, it rushed straight at the dragon’s head.
“Eternal Demon Dance!” His figure danced as he gathered the surrounding elements once again. The Demon General did not dare to be careless. Facing such a powerful enemy, he felt an unprecedented sense of pressure—pressure he had only experienced before from the Demon Marshal and the Demon God.
“Boom… boom…”
Finally, in their first confrontation, the long spear and the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword collided, producing a deafening noise that seemed to shake the entire earth.

They did not separate immediately. At that moment, the Rod Xuanyuan Sacred Sword was covered in a layer of purple-golden light, expanding its length by dozens of meters. Its presence was awe-inspiring, as if it belonged to a celestial deity. Yet, holding such a massive sword, Rod appeared extremely small in comparison.

On the other side, the Demon General’s spear was also enveloped in black mist, reaching lengths of dozens of meters. The two weapons were tightly clamped together as they continued to clash evenly, the two auras colliding and producing a harsh screeching sound.

“Break!” This time it was the Demon General’s roar. Suddenly, with another burst of force!

A dull sound came, and both fighters flew backward in opposite directions. A single move had already shocked many people, leaving them in disbelief—was this really an opponent they could withstand? The strength displayed by both far exceeded their expectations.

It took them dozens of meters of backward movement before they could finally stabilize themselves. Breathing heavily, their faces looked pale. Although it was just one exchange, both had exerted over 80% of their strength, yet they remained evenly matched, which made them even more cautious.

“Not bad. It seems I was wrong about you. You truly deserve to be the current Divine King!” Taking a deep breath, the Demon General stood in the air opposite Rod and spoke in a deep voice, acknowledging Rod’s status.

“The Demon General lives up to his reputation!” Rod replied coldly with a snort. Then he looked at the Demon General and said, “It’s not too late to surrender. You’re no match for me!”

Even after witnessing the opponent’s formidable strength, Rod remained full of confidence in himself.

“Hmph, surrender? Ridiculous. Is that your mindset? Ignorant! Thinking I’ll surrender? Don’t dream of it. If we’re going to fight, then let’s fight! I want to see just how powerful this current Divine King really is—see what you can do to me!”

Knowing he wouldn’t die and that the opponent’s strength wasn’t yet enough to seal him, the Demon General became even more unrestrained as he spoke to Rod with a defiant tone.

“Since you want to see my skills, then let me see if you can withstand them!” With a cold snort, Rod launched a torrential attack, first using the Shadowless Sword.

In an instant, thirty-six figures appeared in all directions, seemingly tangible. At this moment, Rod had unleashed the Shadowless Sword at its full potential—thirty-six figures reaching a limit of saturation.

Each form is aentity—part real, part illusion; it’s utterly difficult for ordinary people to determine their authenticity. More importantly, these forms can exert strength nearly on par with their true selves. One can imagine just how formidable such a move is.
“A trivial trick!” Upon seeing Rod’s Shadowless Sword, the demon general was initially stunned, then sneered lightly before shouting. Immediately afterward, he stood in mid-air, taking steps as if wind were rising beneath his feet.
With each step, it seemed as though the energy of heaven and earth trembled, causing visible ripples in the air that spread outward like ripples on a lake’s surface.
With each step, the temperature around him seemed to drop further. After sixteen steps, the air had reached freezing point, and even white frost could be seen—frost forming in the scorching summer, which was utterly astonishing.
“Absolute temperature!” The Wolf King, watching from afar, couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.
The demon general kept delivering surprises—powerful techniques, immense strength. At this moment, he could even use his own aura to freeze the surrounding air, bringing the temperature down to freezing point.
The purpose was simple: to slow down the thirty-six illusions on the other side, controlling their speed through temperature, and then finding a way to break through.
“Destroy Heaven!” With a cold snort, the demon general moved swiftly, a sneer on his lips as he dashed toward the farthest illusion.
Wielding his long spear, he created black curtains that moved like dragons swimming or like long strands of black silk fluttering in the air.
“Ding ding ding…” Sharp clashing sounds rang out continuously, accompanied by dazzling sparks. One by one, the illusions disappeared, leaving only Rod’s true form. Before anyone could understand what was happening, Rod’s Shadowless Sword was shattered—quite effortlessly.
It was the first time the Shadowless Sword had been defeated so cleanly. Rod quickly retreated after the clash, his expression dark with frustration. This was an extremely tough opponent. Though his strength was slightly superior, it was hard to gain the upper hand in battle, leaving Rod feeling frustrated.

“His mental strength is incredible!” Rod snorted coldly. To counter his Shadowless Sword, the Demon General relied on his extraordinary mental power. In an instant, he locked onto thirty-six of his own avatars, then used the temperature of the air to control the speed of each avatar, thus quickly locating his true form and launching a full-force attack.

The dispersion of the illusions weakened his true form’s strength, so under the intense assault, Rod showed signs of weakness and was forced to recall his avatars to draw energy back into his own body.

Such a method of counterattack was unprecedented; ordinary people couldn’t even attempt it. Only the Tianmo clan, with their formidable mental power, could do it effortlessly—no one else could. It was precisely this mental strength that allowed the Tianmo to successfully counter Rod’s Shadowless Sword.

“Demonic Move!” Before Rod could catch his breath, the Demon General grew more aggressive. With a loud shout, he charged again. His spear, infused with combat energy, instantly expanded to hundreds of meters in length, descending like a sky toward Rod with devastating force.

“Break the Sky!” Rod quickly retreated, shaking his wrist to channel combat energy swiftly. Once again, purple-golden energy covered the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword. Then, Rod soared into the sky, his sword piercing through the clouds.

On one side was utter darkness, on the other, dazzling purple-gold light. These two opposing forces created a fierce confrontation that stunned everyone. Not only those in the western district of Water Screen City but all of Water Screen City witnessed this battle.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked, but more so, they were amazed by the Great Prince’s strength. How could he be so powerful as to challenge Rod—a warrior at the Yangxuan realm? If the Great Prince had reached such a level, then why had he been defeated so easily at the city gates? And why had the pro-war faction, under his leadership, never been able to win?

Everything seemed to become a mystery at that moment—a puzzling enigma. Of course, only a few people like Rod understood it.

“Get ready. We can’t let them escape!” the Wolf King said firmly to Merk and the others beside him.

The strength displayed by the Demon General made them reassess the situation. They had originally thought Rod could handle him, but now it seemed uncertain—even Rod might be in danger. So, the Wolf King was already prepared to fight at any moment, ready to step in if Rod was in peril.