The Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range is in front of Niu Shou Mountain, which is about to become the holy land of the demon clan.
Thousands of warriors stared intently at the two proud figures standing in the sky.
"Hey, I have quite a few acquaintances."
At this time, Sun Potian was in front of outsiders, with a pair of flaming eyes that vaguely flashed golden light, scanning everyone, including the saint, unscrupulously.
Everyone who was caught by Sun Potian's eyes could clearly see from those pairs of eyes that were beating like flames.
The eyes feel the unruly and unruly spirit that is not afraid of anything.
Under Sun Potian's extremely aggressive gaze, except for a dozen or so of the younger generation, the rest of their peers all lowered their heads or turned their heads to avoid the oppression in Sun Potian's gaze.
The young and old generations are suppressed by it.
Under the huge bull head that covered the sky and the sun, everyone who belonged to the demon clan looked at the almost unmatched power of His Highness the Crown Prince, with their eyes filled with passion and pride.
"Huh? This guy is here too..."
Sun Potian's unruly eyes suddenly stopped on a figure, and there was a rich and solemn look in his eyes.
Naturally, this subtle change in Sun Potian was caught by many people present, so they all followed Sun Potian's gaze curiously.
When they found that at the end of their eyes was the young figure sitting on the sacred throne, they couldn't help but look as if they should take it for granted.
In their hearts, the only ones who can make the three young supremes, the prince of the demon clan, who is titled the Holy Son of Dou Zhan, look down on him are the other two young supremes.
Among them, the Holy Son of the Temple, who is vaguely the number one among the younger generation of Xianwu, is headed.
Of course, now there are not three young supremes, but four.
"Sure enough, this silver coin has been hidden all this time! Now that I have the opportunity given by Master, my combat power is no longer what it used to be, but the threat this silver coin gives me remains unchanged, and it seems to be increasing as I improve.
..."
Sun Potian looked solemnly at the figure bathed in the holy light and acting extremely coquettish, with a true expression on his face.
However, a few seconds later, the solemn look in Sun Potian's eyes was quickly replaced by a violent fighting spirit.
For him, only when his opponent is stronger can he become stronger. Even if he fails countless times, as long as he keeps fighting, he firmly believes that he will always become the strongest.
"Oh? You feel it. It seems that I don't only know how to fight. However, this has increased the sense of danger several times... It seems that I have missed something in this secret realm."
Looking at Sun Potian who turned his head and looked elsewhere, Wu Buyan smiled softly.
Although he felt that his former opponent had become stronger, his face was calm and calm, as if he didn't care at all about Sun Potian's terrifying improvement.
"On the contrary, Daowu's younger brother really surprised me..."
Wu Buyan then looked at Sun Potian, the figure who appeared to have no aura fluctuations on the surface, but actually gave him the sharp aura of a peerless sword.
The eyes that had never wavered before actually had a few waves, and a trace of solemnity came out of them.
But because the throne Wu Buyan was sitting on was shrouded in dazzling holy light, no one noticed the change in his eyes.
But just because others can't find it, doesn't mean Wang Daoyi can't sense it.
Wang Daoyi, who had been closing his eyes to sense the extremely vague and fleeting aura fluctuations in the crowd opposite him since he appeared, suddenly noticed a gaze.
The invincible meaning contained in that gaze directly made Wang Daoyi temporarily put aside his exploration of the aura that he hated so much.
Instead, he opened his eyes and met that gaze.
As a result, two invisible gazes intertwined together, although nothing strange appeared at all.
But the two people whose eyes belonged to both felt the same and formed invincibility in each other's eyes!
At the same time, a consistent thought arose in their minds at the same time:
"You're a fellow-minded person, it seems you won't be lonely in the future."
"It's the same path as mine, great kindness!"
Then Wang Daoyi's face, which could only be described as a monster, revealed a warm but fighting smile.
And Wang Daoyi's smile directly attracted the attention of everyone, no, all living creatures in the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range.
The eyes that had been suppressed and avoided by Sun Potian before fell on Wang Daoyi again.
Their curiosity about this fourth young supreme, who was only known to the world for defeating the demon prince, could no longer be described in words.
And this is not only the curiosity of thousands of warriors in the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountains, but also the curiosity of everyone in the Xianwu Continent who has heard of Wang Daoyi's experience.
Wang Daoyi did not pay attention to the blazing gazes that came to him immediately, but kept looking at the figure sitting on the throne with a divine aura all over his body.
"This is the strongest and highest mountain that blocks the younger generation of Xianwu, the Holy Son of the Temple, Wu Buyan, who is known as the ultimate martial artist..."
Wang Daoyi admired in his heart. Based on his perception alone, he was definitely the strongest person among his peers he had ever seen, including Potian, who was almost out of shape at this time.
Then Wang Daoyi nodded to Wu Buyan who was sitting on the throne, and suppressed the almost irrepressible fighting spirit in his heart.
Wang Daoyi knew that it was not suitable to fight him at this time, in this place, and in this scene.
[Author's digression]: Dear Sirs, I have an emergency. The chapters I owe will definitely be made up later.