Lu Chenzhou remained unmoved. He felt regretful in his heart; he only had one Vermilion Bird Sword Qi left.
This little Demon King also had a trump card left by his elders. In the future, he should be more cautious when tangling with other little Demon Kings.
The cry of the Vermilion Bird resonated throughout Su City Base City, causing the demon horde to tremble and their courage to falter, retreating back to Yun Meng Lake.
Outside the city, the Eight-Armed Demon King's face was gloomy: "Retreat! We will crush Yun Meng City another day!"
The demon horde came hastily and left just as quickly.
They discarded their armor and fled amidst the artillery fire, suffering heavy casualties.
Li Minghuang's face was solemn as he pondered. "This little Demon King truly came for Lu Chenzhou, and was instead killed by this lad with his sect's trump card."
He did not believe that Lu Chenzhou could have defeated the little Demon King based purely on his hard strength.
