Chapter 792: Announce My Return

Wang Juefeng's body shook, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

The battling Zhang Fan's complexion changed dramatically. He had been silent all this while, but an astounding brilliance now shot out of his eyes. He slashed backward with his sword and forced the Source of the Tao to retreat. Then, he landed on the ground.

The Source of the Tao had originally wanted to pursue him, but in that instant, someone's eyes resembling lightning fell on his body. He instinctively sensed danger, as if his skin were being pricked by steel needles. An unprecedented feeling of danger immediately made him retreat.

The Source of the Tao pulled back a safe distance and looked in shock at the man before him.

Of the more than a dozen figures who had appeared, there were two young kids and eight young disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Their strength was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Source of the Tao. His eyes immediately fell on that handsome teal-robed young man.

The sense of danger just now, like one heralding the God of Death, emanated out of this young man.

"Who are you?"

The Source of the Tao frowned and asked.

Someone gave the answer. Wang Juefeng's loud laughter was maniacal, already echoing in the blizzard all over the sky. "Hahaha, what the f*ck, you have finally come back, you rotten lad. If you don't come back, your daughter will be a grown-up soon..."

A wry smile appeared on Ding Hao's face. He turned back and said, "Senior Brother, can't you act more like a senior member of the sect? Your words have ruined the image of a senior that I have cultivated so hard."

After that, Ding Hao looked at Zhang Fan, who was also ecstatic. The former came to his side. He raised his fist and punched Zhang Fan on the shoulder with a smile.

"Senior Brother Ding!" The current top master of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect habitually scratched the back of his head.

At this moment, he still seemed to be that shy and wooden hunter boy.

Some experts of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect who had recovered from their shock cheered.

The hundreds of experts of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect who had appeared by the Sword-cleansing Pond were mostly elders of the sect. Three years ago, they were already in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and had experienced the period when Ding Hao rose to fame. Naturally, they had all met Ding Hao before. Without waiting for anyone to point him out, they had recognized Ding Hao.

Three years was neither long nor short.

During the three years when Ding Hao disappeared, the legends about him in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had never ceased. They kept wondering when this peerless genius of the sect would return.

Now when the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was in trouble, he had finally descended out of nowhere.

Wasn't this Ding Hao's habitual style?

Every time the sect needed him the most, he would always come out of nowhere to turn the tide.

The Source of the Tao, the Demon Emperor, quickly calmed down.

Although he sensed incredible danger the moment this young man arrived, he also realized that he was just a lad at the peak of the Martial King Realm.

Such Qi cultivation was not worth mentioning at all before a Demon Emperor.

The fact that Ding Hao had addressed Wang Juefeng as "Senior Brother" also completely assured the Source of the Tao.

As his senior brother, Wang Juefeng was just a lowly Martial Emperor expert, so his junior brother would not be that strong either. As for that fleeting danger he felt just now, perhaps it was just an illusion?

"Another one looking for death. Enough of reminiscing. Come meet your doom!" The Source of the Tao sneered.

"Well, since you're so anxious to die, I will send you to hell first." Ding Hao turned his head and glanced at the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan. He nodded and approached him step by step.

"Senior Brother Ding, be careful." Zhang Fan cautioned him.

"Lad, this is a Demon Emperor. If you aren't sure of defeating him, step back." Wang Juefeng also reminded him. Although he didn't know what Ding Hao had gone through in the past three years, the existence of a Demon Emperor was enough to make anyone cautious.

"Don't worry. Have I ever done anything I'm not sure of?" Ding Hao said.

Anger rose in the Source of the Tao's heart, and he condensed his Demon Aura. "You wretched, reckless boy, when the female Leader of your Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, the Jade-faced Asura, moans and sighs under Prince Lan's body, you will know what pain and regret are."

Hearing this, murderous intent raged all over Ding Hao's body.

D*mn it!

Ding Hao seldom got angry, but the Demon Emperor had touched a sensitive spot of his.

Li Lan was already Ding Hao's woman. The Source of the Tao kept insulting him tactlessly. He deserved to die.

"Go to hell!"

Ding Hao reached out and the Devil Saber appeared in his hand. The next moment, his figure flashed and disappeared.

At the same moment, the eyelids of the Source of the Tao twitched madly.

The same warning sign that had once alerted him surged up in his heart again. It was even more intense this time. He had lost track of Ding Hao in his line of vision.

"Oh no!"

He instantly understood that this teal-robed youth, who had suddenly appeared, was definitely an extremely dangerous existence.

The instinct of a Demon Emperor expert made him retreat immediately.

But the next moment, the Source of the Tao's single eye saw a familiar figure appear more than 20 meters away. He was dressed in a white robe, swirling with billowing Demon Aura exactly like himself, powerful and majestic.

"Who is that person?"

This thought flashed across the Source of the Tao's mind in that instant. He suddenly saw the familiar figure had only a torso, but no head. Blood spurted out from a gash on his neck like a fountain.

The next moment, he suddenly realized something.

Uncontrollable fear and panic drowned him like a tide.

It was his body.

The familiar figure was himself.

But he could actually see his own body because...

"I... have been beheaded?"

The Source of the Tao's mind went blank.

"An inferior low-grade Demon Emperor dares to come to the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to make trouble. How presumptuous you are!" Ding Hao held the bloodstained Devil Saber in his right hand, clutching the snowy-white hair in his left, and grasping the head of the Source of the Tao. He stood erect on the spot like a Devil.

The experts of the two Clans around him stared dumbly at this scene.

In their opinion, everything was simply too incredible.

Ding Hao had summoned the Devil Saber. In a flash, he had appeared beside him, and slashed out a backhand strike. The head of the Demon Emperor, the Source of the Tao, had been severed so easily. The next moment, the Demon Emperor seemed to react and tried to retreat quickly. But unfortunately, he was by now no more than a headless body...

In the eyes of the spectators, the whole process was not very fast. Yet why did the Source of the Tao fail to dodge it, despite his powerful strength?

The experts of the Demon Clan were all stunned, rooted to the spot.

Did this young man in teal know sorcery?

On the chair made up of 19 beautiful naked women, there was also surprise on Lan's face.

It was the first time that he had seen such a fight. The broken saber in Ding Hao's hand gave him a very odd feeling. If he had not guessed wrong, the key to that strike was not the strength of the teal-robed youth, but his broken saber.

On the other side, Wang Juefeng smacked his lips and wanted to say something. But in the end, he said nothing.

This was a real Demon Emperor. He could have been a tyrant in the whole Snow Province. For nearly ten thousand years, there had never been an Emperor-level existence in the Human Clan of Snow Province. Yet Ding Hao killed this Demon Emperor like he was slaughtering a chick. Was an Emperor-level existence now only a puny presence that anyone could easily lick?

There was a momentary surprise on Zhang Fan's face. Then he gave a matter-of-fact expression.

In the eyes of this fanatic admirer of Ding Hao, it was perhaps natural for Ding Hao to do something so shocking.

As for the other disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, they were already cheering wildly.

He vented their anger!

Cool!

So, what if he was a Demon Emperor? If he provoked the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and Ding Hao's Great Martial Uncle, he would be courting death!

"Hey, this uncle seems to be your father." Ren Woxing poked Ding Tianshuang's blank face with his finger.

"He's your uncle, d*mn it." Ding Tianshuang glared at him.

"Hey? Talk nicely. I'm serious. How could you swear at me?" The fat boy Ren Woxing said with a grievance.

Ding Tianshuang retorted seriously, "Who's swearing at you? If he's really my father, he must be a same-generation disciple as your father. My father was the greatest genius of his generation. In terms of seniority, shouldn't you call him Uncle?"

The fat boy was immediately speechless.

After a pause, Ren Woxing said with great admiration, "By the way, your father is indeed very powerful. Even Uncle Zhang Fan seems inferior to him."

"Of course. Whose father do you think he is?" Ding Tianshuang's exquisite face brimmed with pride. In the end, she said in a reserved voice, "But I have to test him again. If he can't defeat that gigolo face of the Demon Clan called Lan, I will reconsider my decision to call him father."

The eyes of the fat boy, Ren Woxing, were already shining with excitement. "Ha-ha, I have finally met a real master. Everyone in the sect except your father is so weak. Ha-ha, I must make him my Master later."

"If my father takes in a disciple, I will be the first. You can be second after me." Ding Tianshuang declared proudly.

Ding Hao grabbed the Source of the Tao's head and wiped away the bloodstains on his blade with that Demon's silver hair.

The Devil Saber buzzed; its flaming power slightly activated. Like a hungry and thirsty beast, it released a strange force and immediately absorbed all the energy essence in the head of the Demon Emperor. At the same time, a blood-colored flame shot out and enveloped the headless body of the Source of the Tao in the distance. The Demon Emperor's power in his body had been absorbed in an instant.

The Source of the Tao had been completely destroyed.

This master from the Heavenly Demon Temple ended his long martial life in a way even he himself did not expect.

Sensing pure recompensing power emanates from the hilt of the Devil Saber, Ding Hao fixed his eyes on Lan in the distance.

After the initial shock, there was the same signature smile on Lan's face. He said condescendingly, "Are you Ding Hao, the legendary martial artist of Snow Province they called the Saber and Sword Addict? I have heard of your name..."

Ding Hao totally ignored this young master of the Heavenly Demon Temple who was so conceited.

His eyes only lingered on Lan for a moment, and then swept over the thousands of experts of the Demon Clan. Instantly, he had a better understanding of their strength. The murderous intent in his eyes intensified.

"I haven't been back to Snow Province for three years. Now even cats and dogs dare to attack the gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect." Ding Hao grasped the long saber in his hand, approaching the Demon Clan camp with his saber. "Today, I will decimate you Demons and announce my return with your blood and bones."