The array violently trembled as five Demon Souls of the Three Immortal Realms burst forth, roaring towards Lu Yuan.
But Lu Yuan simply glared slightly, and the five Demon Souls were subdued on the spot, daring not to move.
The gap between their realms was too vast; the ancient True Dragon aura on Lu Yuan naturally instilled fear in other demons.
Lu Yuan snorted coldly, then raised his hand again, ready to strike with the third palm.
But at that moment, a sharp, clear cry, like a low chant, suddenly came speeding from deep within the city.
Piercing through the array, a sword cleaved through the air!
In almost an instant, it slashed towards Lu Yuan's palm.
Lu Yuan's eyes slightly raised, and facing the red-gold sword light, dark scales covered his palm. He did not dodge or evade but instead grasped directly at the sword edge.
Hiss hiss!