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"It's the Second Son of the Flame Soul!" Leng Jinqiu cried out, his entire body trembling as he instantly seemed to age decades.

The Second Son of the Flame Soul was undoubtedly a terrifying existence. After all, this demon dragon's father was the mount of a Demon King, a close aide to Scarlet Blaze Demon King Stanley! As for the Second Son himself, he had reached the Demi-King level!

When Calvinson heard the news, he immediately headed to the tower to meet with Leng Jinqiu. This famous historian of Subduing Demon City was very confused at the sudden appearance of the Second Son of the Flame Soul.

"Why?" Calvinson stroked his beard. "We know that the demons have entered another period of activity, which is why we requested the aid of the Skywings from the Middle Realm. But why did the Second Son, a highly intelligent demon dragon, suddenly come to Subduing Demon City?

"Although Subduing Demon City has fallen to demons multiple times, that is only because of large armies that used absolute strength to break the walls. The Second Son alone is incapable of entering the city. What reason has caused him to lose his rationality and decide to attack us?"

Leng Jinqiu gathered his thoughts and then said, "I feel like the Second Son isn't attacking the city."

"Why do you say that?"

Leng Jinqiu found a pencil and swiftly drew the dragon's route on the map. He then said, "Look at the path the Second Son of the Flame Soul took. He emerged from the Northern Sea and then passed through the Wild Marsh and Boundless Forest to finally arrive at Pure Spirit Valley."

"He made a detour?" Calvinson exclaimed as he looked at the map.

"Yes, if the Second Son was aiming at Subduing Demon City, then he truly has made a big detour, but I sense that he isn't aiming for the city. Instead, he was heading for Pure Spirit Valley from the start. There seems to be something drawing him there."

"But..." Calvinson was confused. "What could there be in Pure Spirit Valley?"

Leng Jinqiu narrowed his eyes. "Our young are there. The seasonal hunting test is being held near Pure Spirit Valley."

"The Second Son of the Flame Soul is targeting our young warriors? But this doesn't make sense. That's just a bunch of youngsters. What's the value in attacking them? No matter how outstanding Dongfang He and the others are, perhaps even enough to pose a threat to the demons in the future such that they needed to be removed, that doesn't require the Second Son, no? The demons would never do something so impulsive."

Leng Jinqiu shrugged helplessly.

"I don't know that. In any case, this is no simple sneak attack. It's like something has provoked the Second Son, making this demon dragon go crazy and come all the way from the North Sea to Pure Spirit Valley, going right for the youths from Subduing Demon City."

"Haaa…" Calvinson sighed heavily. "Alright. Though I've researched demon history all my life, my understanding of them is still extremely limited. Our only hope now is that the Second Son won't cost us the city's finest batch of young warriors."

Leng Jinqiu slightly nodded. "Have the reinforcements already set out?"

"They're on the way."

"How long until they arrive?"

"Around fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes? That long?"

"There's nothing to be done. Our opponent is the Second Son of the Flame Soul. We have to dispatch an army that's powerful enough, or else we'll just be sending our soldiers to their deaths. We needed some time to gather a force that could kill the Second Son."

"Fine..." Leng Jinqiu sat down worriedly. "I hope that our young can be lucky."

...

The Blood Sword of Heaven chopped down with an unfathomable might, rippling with terrifying pulses of energy as it impacted the Second Son's giant head.

Blood exploded, a light like that of an erupting volcano lighting up the entire canyon.

Traveling Buddha watched with folded arms, his eyes brimming with excitement. After all, these were descendants of Demon Slayer Clans. The three talents of Subduing Demon City had deep backgrounds, and the three moves they had unleashed in unison could shake the soul.

Xia Fan could see all of Dongfang He's group were panting for breath, their hands propped on their knees as they waited to see the final result. Unleashing powerful moves was how a tyrant fought, but if the attack failed to kill, the results would be even more tragic. Their group had already lost ninety percentof their energy, and they had no strength for a second round.

"Awooo!~" The Second's roar resounded through the valley, and Dongfang He staggered back, his face growing pale white.

The demon dragon wasn't dead!

After being injured, the demon dragon was thoroughly enraged, unleashing a powerful mental pressure. Everyone present felt their heads aching and their nervous systems being torn apart by the mournful sound.

This was a dragon's roar!

To hear this sound was a mental trial in itself. Those with somewhat weaker wills would easily be felled by the dragon roar, either going crazy or simply having their brains explode.

"Aaaaagggh!!!" Everyone screamed, whether it was the three talents or Xia Fan and Traveling Buddha. Xia Fan was particularly affected, his vision going completely dark, as if he had gone blind. It seemed like the Second Son's dragon roar had triggered some chain reaction in his body.

Rumble!

One second later, in an inconceivable development, the Second Son of the Flame Soul opened his wings, the giant black silhouettes blotting out the sky.

Black blood flowed down his shoulder. Jia Yuntian's Blood Sword of Heaven hadn't managed to strike true, instead stabbing the Second Son in the shoulder. While the gruesome wound was nearly eight meters long, it was not fatal.

White smoke was rising from the wound with a burning crackle as the wound rapidly healed. Demon dragons had powerful vitality, and Demi-King demon dragons could only be killed if one destroyed the head or the heart!

The three talents had already given up resistance, closing their eyes and awaiting judgment.

For the Demon Slayer Clans, killing a Demon King was actually something accomplished purely by luck. Being killed by a Demon King was the fate of most people who tried. The ancestral altar of the Dongfang Clan had the statue of that hero who had killed a Demon King, but next to that statue were tens of thousands of others who had been killed by demons. As the saying went, a general's success was built on a mountain of bones! Each successful Demon Slayer stood on the bodies of countless others who had failed!

Although he considered himself a fearless warrior, when the black wind of the demon dragon assailed him, Dongfang He couldn't help but shiver. He clenched his teeth, his face twisting. At that moment, the fear of death emptied his mind.

Next was being stabbed through by a demon dragon's claws, no?

Or perhaps obliterated by his dragon breath...

Dongfang He, Nikai, and Jia Yuntian were all thinking the same things.

But that fetid black wind howled over them. They could sense that enormous being passing over them and heading off elsewhere.

What is going on?

Dongfang He was the first to open his eyes. He hastily turned his head just in time to see the tail of the Second Son. As for the demon dragon's sharp black head, it had turned toward the mountain behind them. Midway up the mountain, several people were standing there...

"Screw this!" Traveling Buddha cursed. Usually lazy and nonchalant, when he realized the demon dragon was heading his way, he became like a cannonball, his body blazing with the golden light, pulsing with the power of the Divine Buddha!

The Battle Buddha came forth, shrouded in golden light!

This was the difference between real warriors and ordinary warriors. Traveling Buddha had shown no hesitation. When he noticed danger, he immediately threw himself into battle with the demon dragon.

Jiang Zhibei had potato chips in his mouth, Du Yu had dropped his glasses in fright, and Le Jiajia had paled.

"I'll hold it off!" Traveling Buddha shouted to his partner. "I'll leave the rest to you!"

Traveling Buddha was very confident. When he was together with Xia Fan, so long as he could hold down the enemy, the smart Xia Fan would always find a way to kill the enemy. This had been proven time and time again.

But today, Traveling Buddha didn't hear Xia Fan's reply. At this moment, Xia Fan should have trembled, his eyes exploding with a sharp light as he yelled "Okay!" or "Just watch me!"

Traveling Buddha would always feel relieved when he heard Xia Fan's answer. To be friends in thick and thin meant entrusting a friend with one's life. Unless Xia Fan died, his promises would always hold true.

What was wrong with him today?

Why wasn't Xia Fan saying anything?

Was he scared?

Impossible! Xia Fan wasn't scared that easily. The guy didn't even know what fear meant…

Traveling Buddha turned in confusion, and then his eyes flew open.

He had never seen Xia Fan in such a state before. It was like he was paralyzed, his body motionless and his eyes wide open, devoid of light and life, like two black whirlpools!