Among those present were numerous cultivators from the upper realm. Seeing the Demon Sword in Chen Yuan's hand and the black-and-white radiance, they were momentarily moved.
Many cultivators sensed the power of laws within that radiance, but there was a sense of unfamiliarity.
Only the elder cultivators had a hint of surprise in their eyes because this was not the law of the Human Race of the Four Directions and Eight Lands but that of the Demon Clan.
Yet, even they weren't clear about what type of Demon Clan law it was or its strength.
However, one thing was certain: in the domain of the Human Race in the Four Directions and Eight Lands, attempting to comprehend the Demon Clan law while not being of the Demon Clan was extremely difficult.
"Bang!"
With a light sound.
Above Chen Yuan's head, Dao patterns flowed, unceasingly evolving.
At this moment, a completely jet-black dharma image, like a God Demon, leaped out from Chen Yuan's Purple Mansion.
