The Ancient Heaven Prison, now the Demon Realm, is perhaps the nearest great world to the current age. Although it was a new world born from the Chaos Sea by the Ancient Demon Emperor, even after eons of evolution, it has never fully shaken off the threat of Chaos. Even with countless altars of Heavenly Demonic Law ignited, continuously shining across several great eras, many dangerous places remain. These are scars on the Demon Realm’s eternal face, preventing this world from fully solidifying, and thus unlike the Present World, it lacks expansive, fertile plains of civilization stretching for tens of thousands of li.

Within the Demon Realm, natural border passes like Frost Wind Valley are not unique. In a sense, they have also served as buffer zones, delaying the war between the Human and Demon races for several great eras. In areas where no such natural passes exist, the Human and Demon races have built great cities, confronting each other with vast armies locked in perpetual conflict along their military borders. Among these natural passes, Frost Wind Valley is particularly distinctive.

In the region surrounding Frost Wind Valley, the world’s boundary completely separates the two sides, allowing no passage between north and south. Frost Wind Valley is the sole natural channel. However, it is plagued year-round by bone-chilling winds that can instantly freeze or kill those of weaker strength, regardless of whether they are Human or Demon. Even the powerful cannot long endure. It is only during the winter month of the Present World each year that these winds temporarily dissipate. And this period is the time when the Human and Demon races engage in open warfare within Frost Wind Valley.

Due to the narrowness of the Frost Wind Valley channel and the brevity of its open period, neither the Human nor the Demon race can completely occupy it. The eleven months of silent dormancy are more than sufficient to ensure any strong individual dies in the opponent’s territory. Yet, no one would ever abandon Rain Wind Valley, for during that single month when the extreme cold wind disperses, it is a path deep into the opponent’s heartland. To call Winter Month’s Frost Wind Valley a meat grinder is not an exaggeration.

There are several such meat grinders. At every crucial juncture, both the Human and Demon races are forced to sacrifice a large number of their strong. In this Winter Month, colder than those of years past, the Demon race has significantly increased its forces in Frost Wind Valley.

The Stone Rhino Demon King Xi Yanbing, the Long Sky King Eagle Ke Xun, and the Sky Sea King Lion Shanwen are the three most powerful experts on the Demon race side in Frost Wind Valley. The Hanging Mountain King Deer Xiang Yi, whose corpse now rests upon Longxiangsi’s sword hilt, was also considered a regional leader within the vast Demon race territory. It was only because he had never come into contact with Concubine Wang, and was therefore not as wary as he was of Ji Zhaonan or Chunyu Gui, that he rushed forward recklessly and met his end.

Among the three Kings of Frost Wind Valley, the Stone Rhino Demon King Xi Yanbing has been locked in fierce battle in Shu Wind Valley for the longest time, making him an old opponent of Ji Zhaonan and Chunyu Gui. (Other Demon Kings who could have become old opponents were all killed by Ji Zhaonan and the others in previous battles.) Of course, none of the other Human race strong who came at the same time as Ji Zhaonan and Chunyu Gui remain either. In the past, Frost Wind Valley had mostly maintained a balanced situation.

Both sides fought, back and forth. Those with insufficient cultivation met their demise here. Powerful individuals like Ji Zhaonan, Chunyu Gui, and Xi Yanbing, however, sharpened their edges and stood out, regardless of which side they were on. There was rarely an overwhelming advantage. But this time was different.

The Long Sky King Eagle Ke Xun and the Sky Sea King Lion Shanwen successively joined the battlefield in Frost Wind Valley, almost annihilating the Human race strong on this side. It was fortunate that the Frost Wind Backflow temporarily halted the fighting, granting the Human race a brief respite and allowing Ji Zhaonan to seek aid with greater speed. Otherwise, Frost Wind Valley would certainly have fallen this time, and those Demon race might have simply marched anywhere they pleased.

The so-called “Frost Wind Backflow” is a phenomenon where the extreme cold winds of Frost Wind Valley, even during the Winter Month, occasionally return. The timing is completely random, and participants must gauge it themselves to avoid it in time. The closer it gets to the end of the year, the more frequent this phenomenon becomes, until the extreme cold winds completely fill Frost Wind Valley and never disperse again.

Ji Zhaonan was not the only one who went to seek aid, he was simply the first to return. And as the strongest on the Human race side in Frost Wind Valley, when Ji Zhaonan went to seek aid, Chunyu Gui naturally had to hold the line – hence his loud cursing. Jiang Wang’s arrival was undoubtedly a life-saving injection of morale. However, whether they could thus weather this disaster or were simply experiencing a final flourish of life remained unknown. At this moment, Frost Wind Valley was still enveloped by the roar of the Lion.

The valley shook, and the world’s Yuan force was chaotic and unbearable, intentionally targeting the Human race warriors, who swayed unsteadily. It was impossible to break the Sky Sea King’s divine ability. However, the way he directly faced the so-called Demon race Sky Sea King, after consecutively killing two God Arrival level Demon race, and then boldly challenged him with thunderous sound, this act was incredibly inspiring!

The stories concerning the Marquis of Wu’an of Qi Country were almost mythical. When discussing the world’s heroes, there was often no lack of sneering disbelief. But at this moment, looking at that upright figure suspended in the wind and snow, the various Human race cultivators in the field, regardless of their country, sect, or hegemonic force affiliation, all felt a sense of believing – that a miracle was happening. Because that Human race prodigy who had accomplished many inconceivable feats had arrived.

Lion Shanwen’s majestic body stood high in the sky, in the swirling wind, like a golden-armored war god. There were no other demonic markings on his body, only that head of brilliant golden curly hair, which seemed to burn like flames. The entire Frost Wind Valley felt his power, his roar. His face was solemn, yet he merely stood at a distance from Jiang Wang, without further action. A shadow passed over his golden edge, bringing with it the sharp sound of tearing space, arriving in an instant. Born from nothingness, a cold light descended, falling upon Chunyu Gui’s blood-colored cold light, seemingly a declaration of his end.

After this point of blood-colored cold light appeared, the Demon race that was attacking Chunyu Gui materialized within the observers’ vision – it was a black-clad figure with black wings on his head, holding a blood-colored hook-sickle spear, and a rather handsome face with a hooked nose. The blood-colored hook-sickle spear rotated extremely rapidly in the air, and before it even reached Chunyu Gui, a fist-sized black hole drilled out, and from this black hole, black cracks spread out like a black spider web pushing forward. He had already pierced space, and then was about to sweep Chunyu Gui into spatial fragments. He was naturally the Long Sky King Eagle Ke Xun!

At the same moment, Ji Zhaonan’s figure, which had been rushing left and right within the Demon race camp, suddenly stopped. A grey-white round shield and a saw-toothed, irregularly-shaped dome knife defended impeccably, receiving all the cold light pointed by the Shaohua spear. For a time, fierce wind struck the window, illuminating the rain knocking against the tiles, a crackling sound, yet unable to break the door.

A body covered in thick stone armor was worn by a burly strong man. A single horn, stone-like in texture, on his forehead declared his different identity – Ji Zhaonan’s old opponent, the Stone Rhino Demon King Xi Yanbing. Originally, both were spear experts, so Eagle Ke Xun should have faced Ji Zhaonan. But in the brief fight before, the gap in their spear techniques had already shown itself. And the terrifyingly defensive Xi Yanbing, confronting the sharp edge of Ji Zhaonan, had a restraining effect. Lion Shanwen’s field-dominating roar gave them the opportunity to choose their opponents. “Those who can choose the opportune moment to fight, this is indeed the path to victory.”

The Demon race of ancient times had no one who codified doctrines. They mostly relied on talent, growing wildly through time and experience. After experiencing several great eras, the Demon race also has various academies. Lion Shanwen is precisely a genius who emerged from an orthodox royal academy.

Below, the Demon race warriors charged forward once again, soon colliding with the Human race warriors who bravely counterattacked. Two tides of flesh thus collided, a bloody mess. Fresh blood and broken limbs mixed together… Sometimes it was truly difficult to distinguish who was who.

The Sky Sea King then focused his gaze on Jiang Wang, who held the sword, and slowly spoke, “Now only you and I remain. You called me to come, so you must bear the consequences.” The word “consequences” was spoken, and it was as if it had inserted a heaven-shaking drum. A lion fighting a rabbit still uses its full strength. His innate lion roar divine ability, at this moment, was unleashed to its extreme, all gathered upon Jiang Wang’s body. The Outer Path Vajra Thunder Sound was directly drowned out. The jade color of his ears instantly collapsed. The myriad sounds come to court, it receives the myriad sounds of the Human World, how can it accommodate this divine lion roar? Even his own ears are difficult to control!

Jiang Wang, who had encountered few opponents in his journey regarding sound, unfortunately met Lion Shanwen, whose innate divine ability had already blossomed. When opponents meet on a narrow road, the weaker side is completely defeated. This instant produced an extremely intense pain, as if ten thousand silver needles were stabbing his cochlea. That sharpness was already completely beyond control, as if substantial, wildly cutting within his ears. The pain he had once inflicted on many opponents, he now personally experienced – sound was his enemy.

This kind of pain, Jiang Wang could not avoid, Lion Shanwen had foreseen it early on. The lion’s roar, dominating everything. The control over sound was precisely his proudest weapon as the Sky Sea King. It was precisely because he could pursue sound to reach the heavens and seas that he was called the “Sky Sea King.” Jiang Wang’s ability to kill opponents with a powerful lion roar was truly admirable, but it also allowed him to immediately judge the limit of Jiang Wang’s ability to handle sound. His roar was precisely aimed at shattering that limit.

And he and his fist followed closely behind the sound, his golden war armor melting the wind and snow, and his tightly clenched fist, at this moment, burst forth with an indescribable, present light. It was as if in a glorious era, the Demon race in the Heavenly Court stood high in the nine heavens, overlooking myriad races. Golden Crows pulled carriages, patrolling the various heavens and myriad worlds. No light did not shine, no power did not arrive. Wherever they went, all living beings knelt in submission. The Ancient King Path Fist. From ancient times to the present, countless cultivation methods and secret techniques have been lost. Some were replaced by stronger, newer moves, some had inherent limits and could only shine for one era, some were caused by people and failed due to circumstances… Some killing methods directly pointed to the Great Dao and should have been eternal, but because the cultivation threshold was too high, or the inheritors died and disappeared, it was very regrettable.

At this moment, this set of fist methods was something Lion Shanwen had recalled from the glorious era, flipping through fragmented historical records, and personally completed. It was his imagination of the prosperous era of the Demon race. Vast and glorious, the fist’s momentum was boundless! His head lowered, an epitome of a glorious era also descended. The blood shed by the Demon race warriors must be repaid with blood! First kill Jiang Wang, then kill Ji Zhaonan. Today, they must drive out the Human race and completely clear Frost Wind Valley.

Lion Shanwen had such determination and confidence, striking out with an invincible fist. But in front of this brilliant, blazing light fist, that figure, originally in unbearable pain and unable to control himself, his eyes instantly returned to clarity. His pain was not an act. But he intentionally delayed the time of pain! Jiang Wang, who had already developed the Domain of Sound Perception and could construct new killing methods with sound, could of course know the gap between him and Lion Shanwen from the collision of sounds. And he understood that Lion Shanwen would certainly quickly exploit this gap – the so-called fight is to use one’s strengths against the opponent’s weaknesses. The stronger one is, the more they understand this.

Jiang Wang had long prepared the “Ear Prison” of the Five Senses Hell. Immediately after the collision occurred, he imprisoned his own sense of hearing, blocking his perception of sound. The level of the Five Senses Hell technique was fundamentally insufficient to participate in the current fight. So, within the Ear Prison, he further shrunk the Domain of Sound Perception. What he used to isolate the lion’s roar was not his technique, but his spirit domain! And the reason he went to such great lengths, the reason he first endured the pain of his ears being injured, was for one moment of Lion Shanwen’s surprise, one moment of unexpected opportunity that he must seize! It was for this moment – the wind and fire suddenly rising around him, his immortal red-gold pupils illuminating… he resisted with all his might, and suddenly raised this sword edge like snow, cutting out five lights and ten colors.

Icy killing intent, deeply hidden in the strange land of light. His second style of the True Self Path Sword, “I am not me, everything that answers me is not me!” At this time, one sword was raised, what Ancient King Path did it pick out? You are clearly the Eternal King Path! What recalling a prosperous era? You are just within a prosperous era. What Heavenly Court Demon race? You are the Heavenly Court, you create everything, possess everything, you, Lion Shanwen, are born noble, sooner or later the supreme king of the Demon race.

This sword was struck out, at first without any form. Lion Shanwen’s Ancient King Path Fist not only did not weaken, but instead became even more powerful. The Sky Sea King could clearly feel his fist’s momentum infinitely rising, swelling to a level he had never been able to touch before… He was not pleased but surprised, and decisively withdrew his fist, but it was already too late. His fist’s momentum swelled too quickly, like an airbag swollen to its limit, no longer under his control. Finally, with a deafening explosion, it shattered into fragments.

Before, Jiang Wang did not know who Lion Shanwen was. But he knew who Ji Zhaonan was, he knew who Chunyu Gui was. To be able to force Ji Zhaonan to seek aid, and to make Chunyu Gui curse, he could roughly imagine the strength of the experts on the Demon race side. So, when he first arrived in Frost Wind Valley, he seized the initiative with his voice. After luring out the Hanging Mountain King Deer Qi Yi, he again struck with ruthless killing intent, continuously killing God Arrivals, solely to quickly flatten the strength gap on the battlefield. Having experienced the war against Xia, his grasp of local battlefield situations had reached a precise realm.

While using the lion’s roar to kill the Dog-Ear Demon race, he was also feigning weakness to guide Lion Shanwen logically. A strong fight is a battle of a single line. It was precisely because he fully perceived Lion Shanwen’s power and was wary of it that Jiang Wang chose to exchange injury for opportunity. This was completely putting himself in a weak position, without the slightest hint of luck, preparing to pay the price from the beginning. Everything he did was to pave the way for the final victory. For a top-level prodigy with absolute confidence in himself, this kind of sobriety is especially valuable. And having fiercely seized this sliver of first opportunity, Jiang Wang naturally would not let it go easily.

Lion Shanwen’s Ancient King Path Fist collapsed in an unexpected way. That beautiful dream of the Demon race’s glorious era also shattered with the momentum of this fist. In this kind of glorious shattering, Longxiangsi, cold and sharp, moved forward within the dissolving afterimages. Closely pursuing Lion Shanwen’s retreating figure, splitting his majesty, and crushing his momentum. And then a sword pressed down, the green edge suspended like a mountain falling from the nine heavens, then raising the world’s condemnation! Is human words not fearful? Accumulation can destroy gold! (Three people speaking can become a tiger!)

Lion Shanwen had no opportunity to breathe, not the slightest gap to maneuver. In Lion Shanwen’s perception, he was simply routinely harvesting the opponent’s life after the lion’s roar – he was certain he had not underestimated this new Human race, and the blow he struck to end this fight was also his proudest and strongest fist method. But in an instant, the situation changed drastically. He collided with his opponent’s full-force sword, which had been preparing its momentum for a long time, and this sword was so bizarre. His fist’s momentum instantly collapsed, almost self-destructing. Just a tiny misjudgment caused him to fall into such an embarrassing situation.

He still hadn’t managed to retreat, and that sword fell down again. Lifting and falling down were completely opposite sword intents. He did indeed value him, but the facts proved he still hadn’t valued him enough! He felt a kind of uncontrollable frustration, a kind of tormenting pain that drove one mad. The lion’s roar echoed in his Yuan God sea, and he immediately broke free from the sword’s momentum, which was too fast, too cold, too cruel. The fist force and sword qi fiercely tangled. In this instant of intense confrontation, two of his fingers were also severed by the sword qi! The momentum of his right hand rising would never again reach its peak in this war.

Lion Shanwen retreated rapidly. Meanwhile, Jiang Wang moved swiftly in the air, raising his sword in tight pursuit. First injuring his ears, then severing the enemy’s peak, breaking his two fingers – this is the so-called “first abandon, then seize”! In terms of theoretical strength, the Sky Sea King Lion Shanwen was absolutely not weaker than him. Even because of the Demon race’s inherent powerful physique, he was theoretically stronger. But now? One face after another. The Great Qi Marquis of Wu’an advanced, the Demon race Sky Sea King retreated! Blue shirt chased gold armor, killing! Please continue: