Chapter 149 The Cultivation World
"W-what?!" Song Wei was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized. That's right! The person in front of him was no longer the Jiqing True Lord who was once revered by everyone, but a great demon whom everyone wanted to kill.
He still harbored wishful thinking and unrealistic fantasies.
Song Wei shook his head violently, his gaze becoming calm. He raised his sword to block Lin Jue's fire feather attack, then stared fiercely at Zhen Su. The Breaking Formation Blade held in his right hands gradually gathered power, and several silver-gray semi-transparent sonic spheres immediately floated around the giant sword.
Just as the blade was about to transform into a man-eating black light, sweeping horizontally and then slashing upwards, the sonic waves nearly exploding, Zhen Su moved. In Song Wei's divine sense, one could see the meridians throughout Zhen Su's body bursting forth with dazzling gold from beneath the darkness, converging in a twisted, swirling pattern at a single point, like a vortex of energy absorbing the power of countless ages, coiled around his fist. With the release of the Intercepting Fist, the spiritual energy within a hundred miles was instantly drained. Amidst Song Wei's astonished expression, the sonic booms on his blade all fell silent, rapidly shrinking to a tiny point before vanishing completely.
The next instant, the seemingly still moment began to flow again. A massive amount of spiritual energy surged into Song Wei's suffocating body. It was an enormous amount of spiritual energy that was not even needed for breaking through realms, and it immediately caused his meridians to turn a deep red beyond their capacity.
“…Ugh—” Song Wei’s eyes widened in terror, unable to utter a word. Her entire body swelled up like a balloon, to a terrifying degree, as if it might burst at any moment.
Even Lin Jue, who was nearby, stopped his attack, dodging instead of attacking, and staring at this side without blinking.
In the secondary purple mansion of the True Monk, several familiar faces flashed by, all of whom were Song Wei's elders or grandmasters. However, the True Monk showed no remorse or pity in his eyes. He simply shifted his gaze and, at the moment when Song Wei's meridians were ruptured and his skin was torn open, locked his eyes on the fiery red figure on the other side.
The sound of flesh bursting open made even the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord, who had never witnessed such gruesome scenes, tremble slightly.
Then, meeting the icy, indifferent gaze of Shinjuku, he felt as if an invisible hand was pressing down on his chest and back, making it hard to breathe. His red hair, which had been flying upwards, now drifted slowly backwards.
But he soon noticed that Shinju's right hand was moving unnaturally, and streams of immortal blood were constantly flowing from his sleeve. Lin Jue felt a little relieved, and a half-smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Shinju lost one of his hands. The move he just made was an extraordinary burden for his True Immortal Body, which was not at its peak. However, after careful consideration, Shinju still decided to use it, otherwise he was not confident that he could subdue Song Wei in a short time.
Song Wei's sonic shockwave attack is extremely unfathomable. Not only can it wear down his six senses, but if he gets into a prolonged battle, it will definitely be even harder for him to escape. Moreover, Song Wei's resources are far more than that. Just from the fact that he can easily produce such a divine artifact as the "Bell of Removal," it is clear that his trump cards are far more than that. Although Shinju himself has trump cards, he should definitely not reveal them when dealing with this kid.
Not to mention, he also had to be constantly on guard against those despicable villains who would shoot arrows from the shadows.
We must not fall here.
It's just sacrificing one hand. Shinju lowered his eyelids, glanced at his bleeding left hand, and then his gaze hardened as he looked at the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord who was looking down at him with his chin.
Suddenly, a beam of yellow light shot out from the left side of the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord. He turned his head and dodged it, his expression unchanged.
Shinju couldn't help but spare a few glances for that ghostly figure, which was both agile and violent.
“…Long time no see, Linjue,” Zhensu said.
Lin Jue hadn't expected that Masatsu would have the leisure to exchange pleasantries with him. Instead of relaxing, he became even more vigilant, but then he despised himself and thought, "Why should I be afraid of him?"
This person, however, seemed so different from what he remembered. That "Immortal" Jiqing had never before displayed such a murderous demeanor. Even in his battles against the demonic path, every encounter was a fair and square exchange. Whether the opponent begged for mercy or not, True Lord Jiqing would never kill them. But now, Lin Jue was unsure. He felt that True Lord Zhensu was more demonic than the completely corrupted Ghost King. Although he didn't possess demonic energy, but rather was surrounded by a pure, seemingly cleansed spiritual aura, Lin Jue only felt a chilling intent penetrating to the bone from those golden-red eyes.
Not hearing a response from Lin Jue, Zhen Su didn't mind, and simply gave an ultimatum: "I'll give you a chance to leave."
Lin Jue's face stiffened upon hearing this, his furrowed brows revealing his displeasure. Those of the demonic path wouldn't see anything wrong with fleeing in the face of battle, nor would they harbor any false sense of honor; they would only consider themselves clever and shrewd. But Lin Jue was an extremely proud man. Like the previous True Elders, he had always been a chosen one, and had never voluntarily admitted defeat.
As expected, Lin Jue chuckled and took the initiative, gracefully dodging Gui Cheng Huang's attack before turning around to Zhen Su's side and unleashing a Hellfire Whirlwind Fan at him.
Shinju did not dodge, but instead walked straight through the raging fire that could burn the soul, arriving in front of Linjue unharmed. He raised one leg high and pressed down hard, striking Linjue's crown chakra and sending him crashing to the ground like a cannonball.
"This is impossible!!" His fire was a combination of the divine fire and demonic flames naturally generated by Bifang, and it was impossible for anyone, whether righteous or demonic, to escape unscathed.
What he didn't know was that Zhen Su had already cultivated a body of extreme yin and yang. Not only was he protected by yang flames, but he also had the yin fire of Gui Ying Zi Kua to temper his body. Although Lin Jue's fire was strong, the extreme yin that Zhen Su cultivated was even more evil.
Despite being hit, Lin Jue was still able to regroup and used all his strength to fly back into the air, angrily wiping the blood from the corner of his lips.
Shinjuku continued to watch Oni-sei-o, while Rin-jue, unwilling to give up, drew a circle above Shinjuku's head and continued to unleash raging fire.
Little did anyone know that when Shinju calmly glanced at Linjue, the raging fire that had melted countless people still could not harm Shinju in the slightest.
"..." Lin Jue trembled with anger, spinning the Emei Dagger on his finger, splashing out a circle of sparks, which flew towards Zhen Su like an arrow.
The twin daggers were aimed straight at Shinjuku's neck, but the expected resistance did not appear. Instead of successfully piercing flesh, they pierced the air!
Lin Jue looked closely and found that Zhen Su's figure had disappeared. With a sweep of his divine sense, he saw that Zhen Su had appeared on the back of Gui Cheng Huang, riding the irritable Gui Cheng Huang and trying to tame it.
Lin Jue immediately panicked. He could not possibly let the already formidable Zhen Su obtain that ferocious beast that destroyed everything in its path. So, he leaped forward and chased after it again.
Several orbs of light hovered around Zhenju, but did not splash into beams of light to attack him. When Linjue approached, the orbs suddenly emitted thick beams of light and shot towards Linjue.
Lin Jue, who was nearly hit, dodged in a sorry state and glared angrily at Gui Chenghuang.
Gui Chenghuang leaped repeatedly, trying to throw the arrogant man off its back. Its speed was beyond the reach of ordinary people, yet the man on its back stubbornly stayed on, sitting firmly as a mountain, impossible to dismount. But what troubled Gui Chenghuang most was that the aura emanating from Zhen Su was extremely similar to the scent emitted by the divine tree it most liked to roost in in the forest. Each ball of light, which had gathered due to its malevolent energy, now seemed to be surrounded by a gentle, warm light, and the urge to destroy everything was strangely suppressed.
Gui Chenghuang's eyes, hidden within the ink-wash hair, had never been so clear.
So, under Lin Jue's jealous and anxious gaze, Zhen Su offered up a handful of his immortal blood. Gui Cheng Huang hesitated for only a moment before lowering his head to lick it.
Shinjuku stroked the back of Oni-sei-o's horn, then turned his gaze back to Linjue, who was still desperately dodging, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
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Ten Thousand Swords Sect
The disciples, who had rushed back despite their injuries, had recovered and, out of concern, all went to the Tower of Heroes to inquire about Senior Brother Duan.
The elder initially did not allow them to enter freely, nor did he wish to interfere with the situation on the battlefield. However, after dismissing the group of young cultivators, the elder turned around and noticed that the light of a soul lamp on the shelf was particularly dim. Upon closer inspection, he was shocked to realize that it was Duan Wenyang's soul lamp!
It was too late for the elder to call the person back. He couldn't bring himself to do it, so he just stared at the lamp with a solemn expression, his mind racing.
No, with A-Yang's strength, even if the old man came out of seclusion, he might not be able to get close to A-Yang. Besides, this is just a clash between the righteous and demonic paths of the new generation of leaders; it won't escalate to such an ugly extent.
The members of the Otherworld Alliance thought the same way. The Otherworld Alliance, which had been able to dominate the cultivation world for more than a decade, was so powerful that even the major first-grade sects had to seek cooperation with them and dared not easily become enemies. The Otherworld Alliance also had the shadows of several forces behind it, and its foundation was extremely deep. Therefore, even though some people noticed that Song Wei's soul lamp was not quite right, and that the light was somewhat dim, as if covered by a hood, no one thought that there was a serious problem with Song Wei. It was probably just that he had used a special magic weapon, which prevented the soul lamp from displaying normally.
The elders who were close to Song Wei truly valued this prodigy, so they gathered before the Soul Lamp, exchanging glances and glancing at each other from time to time.
As for the demonic side, most of those who participated in the battle perished on the battlefield, while a few fled early on. They didn't even dare to return to the demonic territory, instead hiding in various places to avoid trouble.
The Phoenix Feather Demon Lord's soul lamp was not placed within the empty Demon Sect, but rather in a secluded paradise where the Bifang clan lived in seclusion, unattended most of the time. However, today, Lin Jue's younger sister suddenly decided to come to the sacred shrine to clean it. Then, while wiping the soul lamp stand, she unfortunately witnessed her own brother's soul lamp go out without warning.
At the same time, the two soul lamps that carried hope in the Tower of Heroes of the Myriad Swords Sect and the Central Altar of the Alien Spirit Alliance suddenly went out.
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