Every strand of Divine Soul Power is extremely important to a Martial Artist.

The return of the remaining Divine Soul Power to Mo Lao is akin to consuming a superior tonic, greatly beneficial to himself.

"Many thanks, Holy Monarch!"

Mo Lao bowed in gratitude.

Had the Holy Monarch not extended his aid, that strand of his Divine Soul Power would surely have been obliterated by the Demon Lord.

"No need for thanks, it was merely a helping hand. Now, tell me, why would that demon infiltrate our Gray Wolf Kingdom across great distances, breaching space?"

Murong Shengxiong shook his head and asked in a deep voice.

Every Monarch Level Expert deserves respect, let alone a powerful Demon Lord.

As a Guardian of the Gray Wolf Kingdom, he must ascertain why the other party targeted the Gray Wolf Kingdom.

"Reporting to the Holy Monarch, this incident seems to be merely a coincidence. The Demon Lord has no grudge against our Gray Wolf Kingdom. Elder Mo and Zhao Zilong just happened to encounter this demon mid-journey. He had no reason at all and directly sought to execute us. The situation is as follows..."

Mo Lao said with a wry smile, recounting his and Letian's experience in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain in brief.

"Zhao Zilong? It's that boy again. He really is a magnet for trouble. As far as I am aware, he seemed to have offended quite a number of people in the Royal Capital, didn't he? How come he has just arrived in the Sky Dome Dynasty and has already drawn new adversaries?"

Murong Shengxiong said with a helpless smile.

"Indeed, the boy does have numerous enemies. However, in my view, he is not someone who seeks trouble. Most of the time, trouble comes knocking at his door, and it's unavoidable, not deliberately provoked by him."

Mo Lao shook his head and smiled.

"A person who defies destiny is bound to lead an extraordinary life; it's normal for him to undergo trials and tribulations."

The Academy Director chuckled without much concern.

"The tales of those who defy destiny are too mysterious to fathom. Whether he truly is one, it's still uncertain. However, it can be confirmed that this youngster must be someone with a major convergence of fortune. This journey to the Imperial Secret Realm of the dynasty will be his stage to shine. Yet, within the three great dynasties, there are many bestowed with such fortune, some even outshining him. It is still uncertain who will ultimately stand out and reach the pinnacle of their era."

Murong Shengxiong gazed into the distant sky as he spoke.

Mo Lao and the other person also nodded, looking towards the distant sky.

They were very much looking forward to Letian and the others standing out in this journey to the Imperial Secret Realm, becoming peerless talents admired by all. Furthermore, they hoped that Letian and the others could secure a good ranking for the Sky Dome Dynasty and the Gray Wolf Kingdom. If so, the three of them, as well as everyone from the Gray Wolf Kingdom, would benefit.

...

Countless miles away, within the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

The White Robed Demon Monarch, having been repelled by Murong Shengxiong's blade light, wore a visage as cold as frost, his mood incredibly dark.

That just a single blade light crossing through space from Murong Shengxiong could injure him was a disgrace and a great humiliation for the Demon Monarch.

He could sense that Murong Shengxiong's cultivation wasn't much higher than his, yet his strength was significantly superior, which was something he could not accept.

After all, it should be noted that the Demon Clan, with their inherent physical advantages, generally have the power to crush human Martial Artists of the same level, and it's not uncommon for them to challenge and defeat human Martial Artists of higher cultivation.

Therefore, being defeated by Murong Shengxiong, his pride and self-esteem as a member of the Demon Clan took a severe blow.

What made him feel even more humiliated was that Murong Shengxiong didn't just defeat him, but also took the opportunity to reclaim Mo Lao's residual Divine Soul Power, which was a blatant insult to him.

"Damn humans, do not let me encounter you again, or I will tear you to shreds!"

The White Robed Demon Monarch's eyes radiated a strange bloody light as he stared in the direction of the far-off Gray Wolf Kingdom, speaking coldly.

"Right, there's also that little guy, if I can't kill you, do you really think I can't kill him?"

The White Robed Demon Monarch suddenly withdrew his gaze, turned his head towards the direction where Zhao Letian was fleeing, and his eyes flickered with bloodlust. He locked onto the faraway Zhao Letian, who was frantically trying to escape, with a cruel cold smile on his face.

"Swoosh!"

In the next moment, the White Robed Demon Monarch stepped forward, as if teleporting, instantly crossing the vast distance, hot in pursuit of Zhao Letian.

"Not good!"

At the same time, hundreds of miles away, Zhao Letian, who was riding the Fiery Flame Mantis and speeding towards the Sky Dome Dynasty, suddenly sensed the gaze of the Demon Monarch. His heart startled, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Swoosh!"

The next moment, without a second word, he first recalled the Fiery Flame Mantis, then immediately spent a great amount of Essence Blood to perform the Blood Style Technique, turning into a barely visible thin strand of blood, instantly traversing thousands of miles.

"Swoosh!"

Zhao Letian had barely left when the White Robed Demon Monarch arrived at his original position.

"Eh? Blood path escape technique? Hmph, a mere ant in the True Martial Realm and yet you know quite a bit. I want to see just how many times you can use this Blood Style Technique," the White Robed Demon Monarch said with a look of surprise and disdain in his eyes, hands behind his back and a cold laugh.

His normal traveling speed was comparable to Zhao Letian's desperate speed when using the Blood Style Technique. Unless Zhao Letian could continue to use the Blood Style Technique without pause, he absolutely wouldn't be able to escape from the palm of his hand.

And by his estimation, a mere True Martial Realm individual, no matter how much Essence Blood he had, it was impossible to rely on this Blood Style Technique to escape back to the Sky Dome Imperial City.

"Swoosh!"

A thousand miles away, the blood light converged, revealing Zhao Letian's figure.

At this moment, his face was very pale, his breath was extremely weak and unstable, looking very feeble.

However, this was normal because each use of the Blood Style Technique consumed a large amount of Essence Blood.

"This distance is probably insignificant in the eyes of a Monarch Level Expert, keep going!"

Zhao Letian's thought rapidly, gritted his teeth, and endured the discomfort in his body, once again consuming a large amount of Essence Blood to perform the Blood Style Technique, turning into a blood-colored thread, soaring away at a terrifying speed.

"Swoosh!"

This time, no sooner had Zhao Letian left than the White Robed Demon Monarch followed closely behind him.

"Hmph, the second time now, with your ability, at most you could only perform it three times, right? After three times, I'll see where you can run to!" the White Robed Demon Monarch snorted disdainfully and took another step, quickly crossing the great distance to pursue.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

However, what the White Robed Demon Monarch never anticipated was that after performing the Blood Style Technique the second time, Zhao Letian immediately followed up by continuously using it, the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, and even the sixth time.

As a result, under the incredulous gaze of the White Robed Demon Monarch, Zhao Letian directly made it back to the Sky Dome Imperial City.