Ancestor Damien Hollow of the Demon-Ward Eight Arts

"It's fine, my dad's really great." Liam Yang said with a smile. Anyone hearing this would find it hard to believe, especially as Evan Yang's Limitless Spear burned fiercely with flames.

No matter how much Xander Xu begged Evan Yang, Evan remained unmoved. Instead, he said, "If you really want mercy, you'll have to ask them."

Then Evan looked at Liam and Mira Ming, smiling, "I'll leave it to you two."

"Thanks, Dad." Liam Yang grinned, then turned to Mira Ming and asked, "What do you think?"

Mira Ming walked up to Terry Tian and sneered, "Terry Tian, looks like your day has finally come."

"Mira Ming, do you know the power backing me? I advise you to let me go now, or you'll regret it." Terry Tian snorted coldly.

"You—" Mira Ming was furious at Terry Tian's stubbornness. Liam Yang laughed, "Go ahead and act tough. But I'll tell you, my dad's amazing! No matter how strong your backing is, so what?"

Evan Yang heard this and sighed inwardly, "This kid..."

Mira Ming glanced at Evan Yang, then turned to Terry Tian and said, "Did you hear that? So today, I'm going to avenge the Demon Mask Sect."

With that, a dagger appeared in Mira Ming's hand, and she stabbed it straight into Terry Tian. Terry was enraged, pain flooding through him.

Evan Yang noticed a group approaching and smiled, "Alright, that's enough fun. You two hide for now." With that, he put Liam Yang and Mira Ming into his treasure. Moments later, a swarm of people descended from the sky.

Terry Tian saw the newcomers and rejoiced, "Dad!"

"That voice sounds so familiar..." A middle-aged man spoke, but when he looked again, the person didn't seem to match.

Seeing they didn't recognize him, Terry Tian quickly called out, "Dad, it's me—Terry!"

The middle-aged man finally came to his senses, shocked. "Terry? How did you end up like this?"

"Dad, it was him and his kid who did this to me." Terry Tian said, deeply aggrieved.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he became furious. "Who are you? Why did you attack my son?"

"He came after my kid first. What do you think?" Evan Yang replied with a smile.

"Damn it! No matter what, you're dead today." Terry Tian's father roared in anger.

The group immediately spread out, surrounding Evan Yang. Evan smiled, "Your forces are impressive, but stopping me? That's impossible."

Evan Yang gripped his Limitless Spear and tossed it into the air. The spear spun as if possessed, and below, the Demon Tiger grew excited—as if the spear was made just for it. Evan sensed the Demon Tiger's intent, leaped onto its back, and grinned, "Let's fight together."

The Demon Tiger grew enormous, and protected by Evan Yang's spear, it trampled the Tian Clan's Heavenly Dao experts one by one. But there were too many enemies, and the Demon Tiger hadn't fully recovered, unable to withstand too many attacks. Evan's own power was limited—without transforming, he was only as strong as a three-hundred Heavenly Dao Intent expert, while the Tian Clan patriarch had at least five hundred.

Realizing he couldn't win without exhausting himself—even if he transformed—Evan Yang controlled the Demon Tiger and vanished from the battlefield, disappearing from the Tian Clan's encirclement. The patriarch, furious at Evan's escape, shouted, "That guy actually disappeared!"

"Dad, where did he go? Why aren't we chasing him?" Terry Tian demanded angrily.

The Tian Clan patriarch looked around, "Look, I brought more than a hundred people—now only a dozen are left!"

Terry Tian realized the terrifying truth: Evan Yang's Limitless Spear was so deadly that anyone below three hundred Heavenly Dao Intents couldn't withstand it. This revelation deepened his fear and hatred.

"I've already notified Magus Heaven Realm's Left Protector to seal all entrances and exits. Now no one can enter or leave. We'll launch a manhunt—I'm sure we'll get him. Damn it!" The Tian Clan patriarch was already furious; so many elite deaths were a huge blow to the clan.

"Good. I must catch them—damn it!" Terry Tian said angrily.

The Tian Clan patriarch asked, "Who are those two?" Looking at the heavily injured Xander Xu and the terrified Patriarch Samuel Shen, the Shen patriarch was curious.

"They're my friends. Bring them back first—they might be useful to us." Terry Tian replied.

The patriarch nodded, then ordered his men to take the two away.

What was supposed to be a festive day for the Tian Clan had become a tragedy—a devastating blow. Furious, the clan issued orders everywhere to search for Evan Yang's whereabouts.

Meanwhile, Evan Yang was in a hidden place with Liam Yang and Mira Ming; the Demon Tiger had shrunk and was resting nearby.

"Dad, why does it listen to you so well?" Liam Yang asked curiously.

"I wish I knew. For some reason, it just feels close to me." Evan Yang replied.

"Is there really such a miraculous thing, Dad?" Liam Yang was skeptical, while Mira Ming remained silent.

Evan Yang smiled, "There are plenty of wonders in this world."

After hearing Evan Yang, Liam Yang noticed Mira Ming's silence and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mira Ming looked at Evan Yang and said, "Senior, could you help me with something?"

"Go ahead," Evan Yang said with a smile.

"I want to find my father, but I don't know where he is," Mira Ming said, frowning.

"I see. If you give me a portrait of your father, maybe I can help," Evan Yang thought for a moment and replied.

Mira Ming nodded and handed Evan Yang her father's portrait. Evan released countless Phantom Spirit Birds; if they found her father's aura, they would report back immediately.

After finishing, Evan Yang stood up and said, "For a while, you'll have to bear with some inconvenience. Please enter my treasure—I need to go somewhere."

Liam Yang was curious why they had to stay, but Mira Ming had no objections.

Evan Yang stored the two, then turned to the Demon Tiger, which circled his feet. "You want to lead me somewhere?" he asked. The Demon Tiger nodded.

Evan Yang followed the Demon Tiger to a place in Magus Heaven Realm where demonic qi was thick. Without the Demon-Ward Eight Arts, he wouldn't have dared enter.

The place was a canyon. Evan Yang walked along the route given by the Demon Tiger, step by step.

The demonic qi was overwhelming—a graveyard for ordinary people. Evan Yang was curious about where the Demon Tiger was leading him. At the end of the canyon, he saw a massive grave marked only by a few broken stones, their meaning unclear.

"This grave?" Evan Yang asked, intrigued.

The Demon Tiger nodded, then skillfully led Evan Yang behind the grave to a stone. Evan Yang pushed it open, and a surge of ancient black demonic qi burst out from below—qi that had been sealed there for ages.

Evan Yang frowned, while the Demon Tiger had already jumped down. Evan Yang followed, descending deeper, passing through checkpoints that would have killed any ordinary person. The Demon Tiger seemed very familiar with the route, so Evan Yang was unharmed. Finally, they stopped before a colossal skeleton.

Evan Yang was shocked by the skeleton. The Demon Tiger pulled him to a stone beside it. Curious, Evan Yang picked up the stone, and a projection appeared before his eyes.

"Hello there. I never thought you'd not only inherit my Demon-Ward Eight Arts, but also bring back my mount." The blurry figure appeared, and Evan Yang recognized the voice—it was the one who had originally passed him the Demon-Ward Eight Arts.

"You?" Evan Yang said in surprise.

"Yes, it's me—Demon Lord Damien Hollow, the founder of the Demon-Ward Eight Arts. Like you, I'm human. After entering Magus Heaven Realm, I created the Demon-Ward Eight Arts so my body wouldn't be corroded by demonic qi and negative forces. I spread it so fated people could learn it. I never expected you to not only cultivate it, but also reunite with Demon Tiger." The figure laughed.

Evan Yang smiled wryly, "It's all thanks to your cultivation art, senior. It spared me a lot of suffering over the years."

"This is your destiny. Now that you're here, I'll pass on the ultimate move of the Demon-Ward Eight Arts to you." Demon Lord Damien Hollow smiled.

"What's the ultimate move?" Evan Yang asked, intrigued.

"The ultimate move is 'Demon-Sea Overrun'—using enemy demonic qi as your own offensive power. Learn it well." Demon Lord Damien Hollow laughed, then began to explain and transmit the technique to Evan Yang.

Evan Yang was fascinated—he never expected such a stroke of fortune. After five days, he finished learning. Demon Lord Damien Hollow laughed, "Excellent. I hope we meet again someday."

"Aren't you dead?" Evan Yang asked, glancing at the massive skeleton.

"My flesh is dead, but my soul still survives—just cultivating in another space. Work hard, and maybe we'll meet again." The voice laughed.