The Dean of Holy Spirit Academy, a Monarch Level Expert, unleashed a sword strike of extraordinary power, directly repelling the green silk that attacked across space.

However, to this result, the Dean was not satisfied, his eyebrows knit tightly together, staring in shock and anger at the persistent green silk that refused to retreat.

Having become a Monarch Level Expert, his confidence had soared, spirited and proud, considering himself to be one of the top-tier powerhouses within the realm of the Sky Dome Dynasty.

Yet, unexpectedly, his full-strength sword strike could not destroy this mere strand of bizarre silk that penetrated through space.

The strength of the opponent filled him with alarm.

"Big brother, be careful, our opponent is a powerful Demon Lord!"

Mel Lao's true form, having finished cultivating, kept a cautious distance, staring intently at the green silk with a deep sense of dread in his eyes.

"Demon Lord?"

The Dean was shocked and quickly took out a treasure sword emitting a fearsome aura, his expression extremely solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy.

It should be known that he had only recently become a Monarch Level Expert. Even among the Monarch Level Experts of the Human Clan, he might be considered as the weakest. Compared to the Monarch Level Experts of the Demon Clan, he was naturally far inferior.

At the very least, he was unable to attack across vast spaces like this Demon Lord.

Therefore, even being faced with merely a strand of silk, he dared not be the slightest bit careless.

"Eh? It's just by chance that you happen to have a Monarch Level Expert by your side; you're truly lucky. But it seems his realm is unstable, his aura weak; he must have just advanced to Monarch Level not long ago? Such a greenhorn Monarch Level cannot save you, go to death together!"

Just at that moment, the voice of the Demon Lord suddenly emanated from the bizarre green silk.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!..."

The Demon Lord obviously didn't want to give Mel Lao and his companion any chance to speak. As soon as his voice fell, the green silk suddenly exploded into countless threads, shooting toward Mel Lao and his companion like a torrential rain of pear flowers covering the sky.

"What a terrifying aura, quickly get behind me!"

The Dean's face changed dramatically, he cried out in alarm and swiftly waved the treasure sword in his hand, slashing out a massive sword light, directly meeting the incoming green silk.

This green silk made him feel a sense of mortal danger; it was not something Mel Lao, a King-level Expert, could cope with. If struck, Mel Lao would undoubtedly die.

Hearing this, Mel Lao said nothing and immediately flashed behind the Dean.

He knew that now was not the time to be brave; if he didn't follow the Dean's orders, he would only cause more trouble for his 'big brother'.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Those countless strands of green silk were unstoppable, easily piercing through the Dean's massive sword light, tearing it to shreds, and quickly dissolving it.

"Not good!"

Seeing this scene, the Dean's heart sank, and he turned pale with shock.

The strength of this Demon Lord greatly exceeded his expectations, far beyond an ordinary Monarch Level Expert, and was definitely not someone he could contend with.

Today, both he and Mel Lao probably couldn't escape their fate.

"Fiend, in the territory of this sovereign, how dare you act recklessly? Out with you!"

At the critical juncture, a thunderous and authoritative angry shout, like thunder rolling, echoed through the sky, accompanied by a terrifyingly powerful blade light, slashing directly at those green silks.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The power of the blade light was far beyond comparison to the Dean's sword light. Everywhere it passed, the countless green silks were blasted into ash, leaving no trace behind.

"Hmph! It turns out there's another old fellow. Consider yourselves lucky, today this sovereign will spare your lives for now."

The Demon Lord let out a cold snort of both shock and anger, then the remaining green silks quickly retracted back into the void.

"What's fair is fair, my kingdom is not a place you can come and go as you please. If you wish to leave, pay a price first."

The robust shout echoed once more, and the blade light that had shattered countless green filaments chased after the remaining filaments and disappeared into the void as well.

Far away, perhaps tens of thousands of miles in the depths of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

The White Robed Demon Monarch, his expression somber, retracted the green filaments from the ethereal shadow of the elder, from between the brows.

"Whoosh!"

Immediately following, a terrifyingly powerful blade light also emerged from the elder's forehead, striking directly towards the opposing Demon Monarch.

"Old fool, you actually dare to chase after me, aren't you afraid that I will extinguish this shred of your Divine Soul Power?"

The White Robed Demon Monarch glared intently at the incoming blade light, his eyes filled with wariness, and he hastily produced a white bone saber, slashing out with all his might.

"Demon, you dare murder your way into our Gray Wolf Kingdom, why would I not dare come after you? If it weren't for other pressing matters, I would have personally descended upon this Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, to flay and debone you, this monstrous beast!"

The robust shout came from within the blade light.

"Hmph, how arrogant, but I'm afraid you don't have the strength!"

The White Robed Demon Monarch snorted coldly, and his bone saber viciously struck the incoming blade light.

"Boom!"

A violent wave of energy exploded outwards, sweeping across the area and flattening the forests within a hundred-mile radius. A vast crater was left in the middle of Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, where countless demon beasts met their demise, their blood creating rivers—a scene as tragic as the apocalypse itself.

"Humph!"

Consequently, the White Robed Demon Monarch let out a pained grunt, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he was sent flying hundreds of yards away.

Meanwhile, the blade light that had traveled through the void also seemed to be weakened by the powerful impact, its radiant light dimmed considerably, evidently having expended a significant amount of power.

"Demon, remember this, if you dare to provoke the people of the Gray Wolf Kingdom again, I shall not show any mercy."

The robust shout rang out once more from the blade light, which then directly disappeared into the elder's forehead.

"Whoosh!"

Right after, the remaining shred of the elder's Divine Soul Power followed the path of the blade light, tearing through the sky, vanishing without a trace.

At the same time, back in the Gray Wolf Kingdom, at the Holy Spirit Academy.

The elder and the headmaster were still shaken, both frowning deeply as they stared at the distant sky.

The situation just now had been extremely perilous; if not for the timely appearance of that blade light at the critical moment, both of them might have perished.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, an elderly man with a robust physique, wearing a purple robe and sporting white, mixed hair, suddenly descended in front of the elder and the headmaster.

"Greetings to the Holy Monarch, and thank you for your timely assistance!"

The elder and the headmaster quickly bowed in salute.

The newcomer was none other than the King of Gray Wolf, Murong Shengxiong.

The terrifying blade light that had been unleashed earlier was his doing.

"There's no need for such formality. As the Monarch of the Gray Wolf Kingdom, it's my duty to protect my countrymen."

Murong Shengxiong said with a nonchalant smile.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two sounds of cutting through the air followed immediately. First, the blade light flew into Murong Shengxiong's body, and then the remaining shred of the elder's Divine Soul Power was also brought back with the blade light, returning to the elder's body, causing his aura to surge in an instant.