"That's impossible!"
Not only the City Emperor, who manifested his divine power before ordinary people, but also the demonic cultivators who hid in the wilderness and used special means to observe the city's movements, exclaimed in surprise. They also witnessed Feng Bingwen dragging the coffin and disappearing into the city.
"An earth immortal? How is that possible?"
Some of the demonic cultivators were terrified. None of them had reached that level. The strongest among them had only just touched the Earth Immortal realm, and that was through external means. There was basically no possibility of taking another step forward.
They knew perfectly well what those powerful figures of the demonic path thought of them, having been sent to cause trouble in the rear of the human race's Nine Provinces.
Even if they are treated as disposable pawns, it doesn't mean they have no chance of survival. If they are lucky enough to survive and return to their sect, this experience alone can enable them to achieve a leap forward in their cultivation path.
But things are different now. Although based on their secret observations over this period, the seemingly young cultivator doesn't appear to be an Earth Immortal, the skill he just displayed has already revealed a lot.
These days, there are countless powerful beings who pretend to be weak while actually being strong. If someone is truly an Earth Immortal, concealing their cultivation level and not wanting others to discover it is not a difficult task.
Thinking of this, the group of troublemaking demonic cultivators broke out in a cold sweat. Some of the more timid, or perhaps more shrewd, began to think about how to slip away and make their escape.
They stirred up trouble, only to have it all end up affecting a local immortal. They were practically asking for trouble, and this important figure might have already discovered them but was just keeping them hanging on, too lazy to make a move.
"Lord Gui, I suddenly remembered, I have a batch of Hundred Infant Soul Refining Pills that is almost finished..."
Among the demonic cultivators who were becoming increasingly frightened, one of them immediately wanted to run away and took action. However, as soon as he gave his reason, one after another, others spoke up.
"My Myriad Spirits Blood Pool is only missing one final magical restriction to complete!"
"What a coincidence, I'm also currently refining a Soul-Supporting Banner..."
Various seemingly plausible reasons emerged at this moment, and even those in charge who were also eager to flee remained silent for a moment upon hearing these excuses.
However, the next moment, his figure was like a candle that had been heated to an extreme temperature, melting instantly into a pool of viscous liquid, merging into the shadows, and disappearing from sight.
"That old geezer, he's pretty fast!"
"So fast!"
Seeing the leader who ran away without a word, the other demonic cultivators cursed and then scattered in all directions. Not one of them was slow to act. If that Earth Immortal came out, it would be too easy for him to deal with these minor characters.
At this moment, in the eyes of these demonic cultivators, Feng Bingwen, the "Earth Immortal" who was pretending to be weak while actually being strong, and who was playing the long game, had already entered a state of combat.
Feng Bingwen had already summoned the five accompanying spirits, and the only immortal artifact he possessed that could be used for killing was also suspended above his head, with one hundred and eight killing swords clanging loudly.
The reason why Feng Bingwen was so solemn and put on such a full-fledged state was naturally because of the coffin he had dragged into the blessed land.
The coffin lid had been opened, and the coffin, which was only a few meters long, had transformed into a volcano that was erupting. Scorching hot flames flowed out from it, turning everything around the coffin into lava, resembling hell.
As he watched the lava field slowly spreading at a speed observable even to ordinary eyes, Feng Bingwen's expression became more solemn than ever before. The thing in the coffin hadn't even crawled out yet, and it had already begun to distort his blessed land.
Such an exaggerated performance naturally reminded Feng Bingwen of the terrifying monster that left a strong mark on the history of the rise of the human race, whose legends circulated even among mortals.
Drought!
Aside from this mythical monster, Feng Bingwen couldn't imagine what other being lying in a coffin could create such a terrifying scene.
As for fear, he certainly didn't feel any. He had encountered more than one true mythical creature, including a true dragon, a golden crow, and a Kunpeng, and had even defeated two of them.
Compared to these mythical creatures with illustrious reputations, the drought demon is far inferior in status.
However, Feng Bingwen also knew that neither the Golden Crow, whose body he had truly mastered, nor the Kunpeng, had reached their true peak and fully unleashed the potential contained within their bloodlines.
But this drought demon in front of him is different. Even though it hasn't crawled out of its coffin yet, just based on its power, Feng Bingwen believes that this thing can really create the terrifying scene of thousands of miles of barren land described in history books. Wherever it appears, there will be no moisture left in the air.
Sizzle—
A brief, sharp, screeching sound rang out—sharp fingernails scraping against hard metal. A claw with drooping scarlet fur rested on the edge of the coffin, and then a monster sat up from inside.
The scorching heat that erupted from his body, twisting and melting everything, could not obscure Feng Bingwen's gaze. Having mastered the Golden Crow True Fire and even possessing some understanding of this race, he still had some unique advantages in this regard.
Even so, Feng Bingwen couldn't make out the monster's appearance, because it was covered in thick, heavy red fur. These furs, harder than steel needles, obscured everything about it, including its face. He could only roughly make out that it was humanoid.
"..."
The burning gaze fell upon him, and Feng Bingwen could feel the indifferent and ruthless gaze beneath the thick fur, a gaze that showed disregard for life and all things.
Without any hesitation, accompanied by a burst of purple lightning, a killing sword swiftly cleaved through the flames and pierced the monster's crown.
Purple Heaven Divine Thunder - Exorcising Evil
Ding~
The renowned Divine Firmament Heavenly Thunder, combined with Feng Bingwen's understanding of swordsmanship, unleashed this near-fatal strike. Feng Bingwen was certain that even a human immortal who cultivated martial arts would be reduced to charred pieces under his sword, with no chance of survival.
But when the sword struck the monster's head, it produced a deafening roar, so loud that even the rolling thunder caused by the divine lightning was suppressed for a moment.
"What the hell!"
Even though he launched this tentative attack, which was no different from a sneak attack, when he saw the result of the attack—that it only cut off a few hairs from the red-haired monster—even though Feng Bingwen was in a good mood, he couldn't help but curse.
The strength of his physique is simply outrageous, and his sword was aimed at the crown of his head. Logically speaking, for a humanoid creature, this position is most likely its vital point, but the result is obvious.
fantuan.
What frustrated Feng Bingwen even more was that the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, which he had just cultivated to a certain extent, although it was only one of the Demon-Slaying Divine Thunders, was far too weak in terms of its performance in combat.
Of course, Feng Bingwen also knew that such a thing could not be entirely attributed to supernatural powers, after all, the manifestations of this supernatural power had already been proven by immortals.
Therefore, it can only mean one thing: either Feng Bingwen's supernatural powers are not up to par, or the monster's physical strength has exceeded the range that Feng Bingwen, a mere human immortal, can handle.
Otherwise, there's no way to explain why, under the blessing of divine lightning, a killing sword couldn't even cleave the monster's crown. That just doesn't make sense.
"die!"
However, Feng Bingwen didn't have much time to think at this moment. His sword seemed to have stung the monster that had just gotten up from the coffin, making its stagnant thoughts start to become active again.
Even though those cold eyes didn't reveal much intelligence, even ants, which have almost no intelligence and rely entirely on instinct, will instinctively fight back when attacked, let alone this kind of monster.
Eliminating any threat to one's own existence, whenever feasible, is a no-brainer!
boom!
Layer upon layer of explosive rings spread across the sky above Feng Bingwen's blessed land, just like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that caused the entire lake to churn.
In fact, even a simple strike caused turmoil in Feng Bingwen's barren blessed land. The intense shock was felt by everyone, from the last remaining human settlement in the center of the blessed land to the monsters born from the Purple Mountain in the northwest corner.
However, the human survivors in the center of the blessed land could only tremble in fear, and all they could do was offer incense and pray for protection to the immortal statue standing in the center of the settlement.
As for the others, there was nothing they could do. In contrast, the Purple Mountain in the northwest was much calmer. The monsters born from the insignificant power radiation of the extraterrestrial behemoths had almost no intelligence. Although they felt a sense of fear instinctively, they soon calmed down and tried to break through the blockade to go to more distant areas.
"No wonder it's a monster of the ancestor level of zombies!"
Having dodged that simple and pure punch, Feng Bingwen stared at the monster, which was several meters tall and had a cold and ruthless look in its eyes, and couldn't help but sigh.
"His physique is truly exceptionally strong!"
Because this drought demon had to endure a barrage of sword attacks and break through the protective barrier of Feng Bingwen's Five Spirits in order to unleash that punch, Feng Bingwen then dodged, avoiding its sharp edge.
Neither his sword formation nor the supernatural powers unleashed by the Five Elements Protector could be said to have caused any damage to the drought demon; it was more like scraping a scalp, better than nothing.
The drought demon is a type of zombie, but it has reached the pinnacle that such evil spirits can achieve. The fact that it can cause natural disasters that scorch thousands of miles of land simply by moving around is the best proof of this.
Zombies are spirits, formed from corpses imbued with the yin energy of the earth. Ordinary zombies are not far from being bone-chillingly cold, but they certainly have little to no temperature.
However, the existence of the drought demon is like an active volcano. For the zombies, such a change indicates that they have completed a fundamental transformation, from yin to yang.
Having reached this level, even if it was originally a yin spirit, the harm it possesses cannot be ignored even by immortals.
"roar!"
In response to Feng Bingwen's surprise and admiration, this zombie ancestor, which seemed to have no intelligence or normal thinking, simply roared in response, causing the once calm sky to ripple again.
"Conventional methods are useless!"
Feng Bingwen rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. Whether it was swordsmanship or lightning magic, Feng Bingwen felt that his level was above the average level of his peers.
Even if it were any other immortal, whether a sword immortal or a lightning cultivator, as long as they were at the same level as him, they would probably be unable to deal with this monster.
To eradicate this monster from this world, only a higher level of power can crush it with overwhelming force.
However, besides this pure and extreme violence, there is another compromise: banning!
This is also one of the most commonly used methods by cultivators, especially against monsters like the drought demon whose physique is ridiculously strong and beyond common sense.
If Taoist magic and supernatural powers cannot kill, then time will. Even among the celestial immortals who are said to have attained immortality, more than one or two have perished in the long river of time.
Feng Bingwen also wanted to learn from those Taoist predecessors, but the only thing he had suitable for sealing was his barren blessed land. He could just go out and leave the drought demon inside, and ignore it, since there was nothing good in his blessed land anyway.
However, this affected Feng Bingwen's subsequent plans, as he intended to transform this blessed land into a training ground for disciples with mediocre talents who were beyond redemption.
Just for a mere drought demon, to simply abandon it and not use it—Feng Bingwen couldn't bear to think about it any longer, not to mention that this monster was the culprit behind all the tragic scenes he had witnessed these past few days.
"In that case, let's use some unconventional methods!"
Facing the cold gaze of the red-haired giant opposite him, Feng Bingwen put away the ancient sword tower, dismissed the five guardian spirits, ignored their worried messages, and walked towards the drought demon with his bare hands!
This monster, which had slaughtered or indirectly harmed countless humans, showed no mercy upon seeing Feng Bingwen's appearance. Its body, hidden by thick red fur, vanished from the spot, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.
boom--
A deafening roar erupted, as if a million bolts of lightning had exploded simultaneously. Thin, black cracks, as fine as hair, flashed across the sky, like an illusion.
"It feels pretty good!"
Feng Bingwen, now sixteen feet tall, grabbed the monster's claw that was reaching for his chest with his bare hands, a bright smile on his face, because he felt an immense force that made his body boil.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com