Under the stunned gaze of everyone in Red Maple City, Mo Hao made his entrance—bold, loud, impossible to ignore.
Power surged around him, crackling in the air. He was at the Middle-stage Dao Palace realm, his presence undeniable.
"In our city… we had someone this strong?" someone blurted out in disbelief.
A scoff followed. "So what? Unless he's in the Transcendence realm, he's just another weakling."
"Exactly. To a Transcendence realm powerhouse, a Dao Palace realm cultivator is no different from a mortal—just another ant."
"Tch. Look at him, acting all high and mighty. Either he's clueless or completely delusional. What a joke."
The crowd's doubt and hopelessness hung heavy in the air. No one believed Mo Hao stood a chance against the terrifying demon leader.
At first, the demons were caught off guard by Mo Hao's loud declaration. Then their lips curled into cold, mocking smiles. To them, he wasn't even worth a second thought.