That cold and murderous aura echoed in the surrounding space.

With just one glance, Wang Teng could feel the terrifying pressure coming towards him, and couldn't help but murmur softly.

"Looking at it, it seems like there's something there..."

The mere appearance of the nascent domain was enough to prove that the demon before him was not on the same level as any of the ones he had encountered before.

Looking at Wang Teng in front of them, a strange expression appeared on the demon's face.

"I didn't expect that."

"You humans actually have such methods."

"It's amazing that it can materialize us into this world."

"As expected, your lower world does have quite a few good things..."

As he spoke, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The moment their hands clasped tightly, a pair of jet-black wings slowly unfurled behind them.

"So you want me to send you on your way?"

At this moment, outside the Myriad Races Dojo, a beam of spiritual light appeared, followed by a white light screen.

The scene of Wang Teng facing the demons appeared directly on the dojo.

In less than a short time, it had already attracted everyone's attention.

For a long time, the disciples who participated in the assessment have only used numbers above their spiritual light to represent their assessment results.

Therefore, the other participating forces had no idea of ​​the difficulty of this Myriad Races Dojo.

They also wanted to see what kind of methods Wang Teng, who stood out from among millions of cultivators, possessed to be able to stand out in the myriad races' dojo.

However, upon seeing the demonic figures within the arena, many elders from the holy lands frowned slightly.

"Is this a Rakshasa from the Demon Clan?"

During the calamity of all races, the entire desolate world was plunged into chaos, and they did not know just how strong the demon race was.

However, they were very clear about the high-ranking demons under the demon race's command.

Rakshasa Clan, Blood Demon Clan, Ancient Demon Clan...

If it were just ordinary demons appearing in this dojo, they could understand it, after all, they were beings from other great worlds, even though they were still somewhat unclear about the world above.

However, their overall strength is definitely far superior to that of the Savage Great World, so the invasion of the Demon Race left a lot of shadows on them.

The fact that the threshold for the inner disciple assessment is now set by the Rakshasa clan shows the high value of the Misty Sect's founding assessment.

Demons are driven by killing and are extremely tyrannical. Even when they encounter someone of the same realm, they are an extremely troublesome opponent.

Although Wang Teng's strength is outstanding, many elders of the holy lands are not so optimistic about him.

"Isn't the Misty Sect's assessment a bit too much? Can the Rakshasa clan even take form?"

"Moreover, this is only the assessment for the seventieth level of inner disciples. If it were the assessment for the ninety-ninth level of core disciples, how difficult would it be? In a place like this, even if the geniuses of those emperor-level forces in the Holy Central Region came, they probably wouldn't make it to the end."

"I wonder what kind of beings the top disciples of the Misty Sect were in the Origin Secret Realm on the Tianqiong Continent?"

"......"

Inside the dojo.

Wang Teng listened to the cold voice in his ear, but his expression remained calm, as if he had never taken the Rakshasa in front of him seriously.

He slowly raised the spear in his hand, and the spearhead, gleaming with a cold light, was aimed directly at Rakshasa.

"You worms."

"It's just that they occupy the resource advantages of other worlds. In the same desolate world, what does that matter?"

"You think you can stop my path to becoming an emperor?"

"Go to hell..."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Wang Teng's spiritual power suddenly erupted, revealing the full extent of his Ten Directions Realm aura.

With each step, a crack appeared in the ground.

The figure moved through the space.

A single shot was fired.

The shadow of the gun instantly materialized.

They attacked the location of the Rakshasa.

'Bang--!'

The moment they made contact, a crisp sound suddenly rang out.

The arm imbued with the aura of a Rakshasa transformed into a demonic blade, directly meeting the spirit spear's position.

The two separated and crashed into the space once more.

"That fool who doesn't know his own mortality..."

Rakshasa's icy voice echoed in Wang Teng's ears.

The demonic spirit had completely enveloped his body.

Its wings also turned into black flames.

"Demon Shatters the Universe..."

The demonic spirit in his hand transformed into a black shadow, and in the blink of an eye, countless demonic spirits condensed in the space.

It transformed into a massive black hole, seemingly about to swallow Wang Teng whole.

A terrifying pressure kept coming.

Wang Teng's eyes gleamed with fighting spirit, even though the strength of this Rakshasa was somewhat beyond his expectations.

But no matter what, he cannot stop here.

These are the seventy tests for inner disciples.

We must take it down.

Thinking of this, Wang Teng took a deep breath, calming his emotions for a moment.

His spiritual light erupted once again.

The spear in his hand shimmered with a faint golden light.

"Golden Scale Sky-Piercing Spear".

"Die, you son of a bitch..."

With a single thrust of the spear, the sharp spear intent transformed directly into a golden Qilin.

The roar echoed across the land.

Without the slightest hesitation, they attacked directly towards the location of the Rakshasa.

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