Long Kui arrived from the sky, facing off against Feng Qizi from afar. The two forces were already in a state of confrontation, and neither was weaker than the other, showing a tendency for two strong forces to clash.

Upon seeing this, Feng Qizi's expression gradually darkened.

But when he squinted and looked closely, he saw a hint of indifference in the latter's eyes. In other words, even in the face of such a predicament, it was still easy for Long Kui, even effortless.

He has already reached the demigod realm, while Long Kui's cultivation level has perhaps reached the god realm.

He quickly dismissed the idea himself. The impact of a Divine Realm cultivator would be enormous. In other words, the appearance of any Divine Realm warrior would cause changes in the world. This was exactly what was meant by "earth-shattering."

Such fluctuations are difficult to conceal.

After dispelling this concern, he suddenly felt that the dragon Kui looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on where he had seen him before; he just felt that he had seen him before.

It looks like some kind of ancient book?

He looked at the composed Long Kui, then swallowed hard. He gradually connected the image in the ancient book with the person in front of him, and then his eyes widened suddenly. "You are... Long Kui."

As the voice rang out, Jing Mu, the current head of the Great Thousand Pavilion, suddenly reacted, his eyes widening in shock. "Are you really Lord Long Kui?"

As the current Pavilion Master, the memories of the previous Pavilion Master are naturally very faint, since those events happened hundreds of years ago, and each Pavilion Master has only seen them during special periods.

Generally speaking, after a new Pavilion Master takes office, he will begin to cultivate a new generation of successors, so as to ensure the sustainability of the Great Thousand Pavilion's succession.

Of course, this also leads to the result that the old pavilion master knows the new pavilion master. After all, he was the one who cultivated him. Although the two have never met in public, he plays a very important role in the latter's cultivation.

The new pavilion master wouldn't recognize the old pavilion master, which led to the current situation. If Feng Qizi hadn't said it, Jing Mu wouldn't have known the old pavilion master's name was Long Kui, but he had never seen what the latter looked like.

In mid-air, Long Kui remained silent, his gaze still indifferent. Zhou Mu, on the other hand, suddenly felt a little awkward, since, in a sense, Long Kui was someone he had summoned.

At the beginning of the summoning process, there is no independent consciousness; it will take some time before it develops.

However, Jing Mu seemed unaware of the inside story. Seeing that Long Kui did not deny it, he took it as an admission. The old man, whose temples were already gray, knelt down with a thud and was immediately moved to tears.

For him, all etiquette and rules were meaningless. At this moment, he only wanted to take a good look at this person he had never met before, but who had an extremely important influence on him.

However, tears kept flowing, almost blurring his vision, to the point that he could no longer see what was in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and, seeing that Long Kui was still there, he exclaimed with joy, "This old man, Jing Mu, pays his respects to Lord Long Kui."

For most living beings in this vast world, who Long Kui is is largely unknown. After all, Long Kui is a figure from thousands of years ago, and he is only recorded in ancient books.

However, he was somewhat surprised to see Jing Mu, the master of the Great Thousand Pavilion, make such a move.

In their minds, Jing Mu was incredibly powerful; even their commanders or leaders had to respectfully greet him as "Pavilion Master."

At this moment, the highly respected elder was prostrating himself on the ground before a man, as if in worship, and everyone's attention immediately turned to him.

In this vast world, the only person who could elicit such a reaction from the Grand Secretary is probably the man before him.

"Long Kui...the former head of the Daqian Pavilion."

Finally, someone suddenly spoke up, and then the sound of shock spread out like a tidal wave, sweeping out in a short moment.

"Is it really the Lord of Longkui Pavilion? How could someone from thousands of years ago suddenly appear?"

"It's true. It's exactly the same as what's recorded in the ancient books. I'm not mistaken."

"We are truly blessed to survive! Heaven must have seen our great sincerity and sent Lord Dragon to help us. Thank you!"

...

There were all sorts of guesses and theories, but no one expected that Zhou Mu would be behind it all.

At this moment, Long Kui, who was at the center of public opinion, still looked at Feng Qizi with a wary gaze.

Feng Qizi gritted his teeth angrily, and said through his teeth, "You forced me to do this."

He originally possessed the power of a demigod, and the reason why he was able to maintain his original combat power in the vast world full of spiritual energy without being subject to many restrictions was thanks to the ancestor of the recently resurrected extraterrestrial demons.

The ancestor sensed a threat, which prompted him to come here to completely eliminate the future troubles. In order to help him, the ancestor did not hesitate to fall into a deep sleep again. If he failed to complete this mission, not only would he have a hard time explaining to the ancestor, but some opposing forces would also take this opportunity to turn against him.

Therefore, it carries a strong sense of "do or die trying."

He can only win this battle, he cannot afford to lose.

He let out a few cackling laughs, and then a murderous glint slowly appeared in his dark eyes.

He curled his lips slightly, then let out a cold laugh. He clenched his fist, and instantly, a monstrous demonic aura swept out from the center of his palm.

At the same time, the power surrounding him began to rise at a visible speed, and in a short moment, he had reached the Demon God Realm.

Seeing this scene, countless people were almost stunned, and for a moment, no one knew what to think.

Just moments ago, the group was filled with hope, but now it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them, leaving them completely disheartened.

Regardless of whether Lord Long Kui can still defeat Feng Qizi, given the current situation, Feng Qizi might still be hiding some tricks.

The crowd grew even more terrified.

The gaze directed at Feng Qizi was also filled with fear.

It was a profound despair, an almost utter fear. Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, followed by a coldness that shot from the soles of their feet straight to their brains.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers all shuddered violently.

Countless horrified gazes fell upon Feng Qizi, whose power had now reached the level of a demon god, a realm that most people had never even heard of.

"Is that the Demon God? He's so powerful!" someone exclaimed. "This Demon God is far stronger than the Demon Emperor."

"Don't talk nonsense." Someone said speechlessly.