Face pale and chest heaving, Lu Yun scanned the premises with cold, steely eyes. Immortals reflexively turned away from his chilling gaze, intimidated by the keenness within.

“Why should we be scared of him?” someone called out, the source of their faint voice impossible to pin down. “He’s exhausted after fighting for a month straight. We should work together and kill him now!”

That still didn’t compel anyone into action.

Lu Yun had cut down a powerful void-ascended immortal, one whose ascension had come with a magnificent phenomenon, with a swing of the axe. The immortal had been unable to even fight back!

What they didn’t know was that a dao treasure would drain its wielder of all energy if activated by force, leaving them with no strength to fight after an attack.

If the immortal hadn’t attacked with the dao treasure, Lu Yun wouldn’t have been his match without the Demon Sovereign Cauldron, which, unfortunately for him, Lu Yun had pulled out by now. 

The water jar of a cauldron had no feet and fit upside down over Lu Yun’s head, its pitch black demonic energy becoming part of the youth. Emanating a foreboding aura, he resembled a bonafide demon lord...