Under the overwhelming demonic light, the demon gods who were secretly watching felt a stinging pain in their eyes and were filled with horror.
It turns out that even the mighty Monkey King Sun Wukong had to call the Roc Demon King "Third Brother." It turns out that his previous weakness was simply because his memories had not been fully restored.
How powerful would such a terrifying person be if he fully regained his memories and unleashed the power of his past life?
Lucifer's face was already extremely pale, his eyes dark and uncertain. He was somewhat unsure of Fang Xiu's words. He knew Sun Wukong well, having been beaten by him many times before, but Sun Wukong's third brother...
He didn't really know him, but Fang Xiu's arrogance didn't seem like an act. If he didn't have such confidence, how could he be so arrogant?
Most importantly, Fang Xiu was only a third-rank before, and now he's already a second-rank and can even defeat Lü Dongbin. This crazy speed of strength improvement can only be attributed to the awakening of memories from his past life.
Could it be that this person was actually a powerful figure even stronger than Sun Wukong in his past life? He just kept a low profile, which is why his fame is not widespread?
Unable to find an answer, Lucifer simply stopped thinking about it. He didn't care how strong Fang Xiu was in his previous life, since he was only a second-rank cultivator now and couldn't escape his grasp.
"Peng Demon King, no matter what your identity was in your past life, you have violated the rules of Hell and you will die!"
Lucifer's eyes gleamed with an eerie light, deep and unsettling, like black holes. He raised his right hand, and a black sword wreathed in demonic energy appeared in his grasp.
The sword was entirely black and shiny, like obsidian, crystal clear, with a sharp, cold light flashing on its blade. When it appeared, an extremely cold aura immediately filled the room.
"Doomsday Judgment!"
He held the sword to his chest, then suddenly raised it and thrust it into the sky.
Boom!
A boundless beam of demonic light shot out from the longsword, soaring straight into the sky.
Suddenly, a burst of black light erupted from the sky, swirling and stirring up the wind and clouds, forming a huge vortex that resembled a black hole, or even an abyss that seemed to want to devour all living beings.
Lucifer stared coldly at Fang Xiu and said indifferently, "I, in the name of Hell, judge you. Die, Peng Demon King!"
He gently swung his sword, and instantly, the vortex in the sky spun rapidly. A huge, pitch-black sphere, large enough to blot out the sky, emerged from the vortex and then crashed down.
"What a weak and pathetic attack! Today, I, the King, will show you what true power is!"
"All demons pay homage!" The cold, chilling words came from Fang Xiu's mouth and resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
It was as if a drop of ink had been poured into the world, and the ink spread at a visible speed, covering the sky and plunging the world into eternal night.
Pairs of ferocious and terrifying eyes opened in the eternal night, and towering demonic shadows appeared, guarding Fang Xiu around them and worshipping him devoutly.
He tossed the Divine Feather Spear in his hand lightly, and whoosh!
The Divine Feather Spear shot towards the giant black sphere like a meteor, and all the demonic shadows in the sky were poured into this spear.
Two extremely powerful celestial demon gods faced off in the void, their demonic might overwhelming. They unleashed their most powerful moves, and this epic battle alarmed countless demon gods in hell.
Everyone was watching, and at the same time, no one believed that Fang Xiu could defeat Lucifer's clone.
Lucifer has stood in Hell for countless years, his fame second only to Satan, the Demon King. This is not an empty title, but a testament to his formidable fighting prowess.
Without Satan present, Lucifer represents the pinnacle of Hell's power, surpassing even the other seven Hell angels who are also first-rank Heavenly Demon Gods.
Even among those of equal rank, there are differences. Just like in the real world, we are all human. Some people have only four billion in their bank account when they are at their lowest point in life, while others have no more than four figures in their bank account even when they are at their peak. It's the same principle.
Lucifer is like other first-rank demon gods. It is no exaggeration to say that even one of his clones has the strength to fight against other first-rank demon gods, and can even defeat some weaker ones.
In the eyes of the demons, no matter how strong Fang Xiu was, he was still within the realm of the second rank. How could he possibly win? What gave him the right to win?
It would be extremely incredible if they could hold out for even a short while.
However, from the moment the Doomsday Judgment collided with the All Demons' Pilgrimage, an unexpected scene unfolded.
The divine spear, imbued with the power of ten thousand demons and surrounded by countless demonic shadows, effortlessly pierced through the enormous black sphere with overwhelming force.
It's like a steel needle piercing a balloon.
Boom!
An endless torrent of energy erupted, nearly sweeping across the entire hell. The blinding light stung the eyes of the demons, making it impossible for them to open them. Countless weaker demons were instantly annihilated.
When the boundless demonic light dissipated, the demons could hardly believe their eyes.
The once high and mighty Lucifer had fallen from his pedestal, a golden spear now embedded in his chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.
The impactful visuals silenced the entire hellish realm, with only the soft echo of footsteps reverberating between heaven and earth.
The owner of the footsteps walked up to Lucifer, looking down at him with a contemptuous smirk, and grabbed the spear in Lucifer's chest.
"The first angel of Hell? Nothing special."
Pfft!
As the divine spear was drawn, Lucifer, who had long since lost all life, was gradually annihilated, turning into specks of light that were absorbed into Fang Xiu's stomach.
Even a clone is still flesh.
Fang Xiu, wielding his divine spear, surveyed the surroundings with disdain: "Anyone else who wants to judge me? Come out here."
The sound was so loud it was like thunder, and no one in hell dared to respond.
The jealous angel clone beside him was already numb with shock. He looked at Fang Xiu in disbelief, as if he were seeing him for the first time.
"You...you actually defeated Lucifer's clone? What was your strength in your past life!?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Xiu slowly turned around and glanced at the Angel of Jealousy: "What? You want to try?"
The angel of jealousy's expression changed instantly. In front of so many demons in Hell, he felt embarrassed and said in shock and anger, "King Peng, don't forget, you are still my subordinate!"
"Subordinate?" Fang Xiu grinned maliciously. "Have I been too kind to you, Leviathan?"
"Insolence!" The Angel of Jealousy was furious. He hadn't expected Fang Xiu to dare call him by his name. But then he thought, if Fang Xiu dared to kill Lucifer's clone, what else wouldn't he dare to do?
"Just because you have some status in Hell, you dare to give orders to me? You're one of the Seven Angels of Hell, so why can't I be one?"
"You!" The Angel of Jealousy was about to say something more, but Fang Xiu interrupted him.
"When I am pleased, you are the seven angels of hell; but if I am not pleased, what do you say you are?"
"Roc Demon King, you have already committed unforgivable crimes in Hell, and now you dare to..."
boom!
A golden divine spear, imbued with the power of ten thousand demons, pierced through the void and struck the face of the Angel of Envy.
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