Chapter 150 The Immortal Cultivation World
After the smoke and flames dissipated, the Phoenix Feather Demon Lord sat on the ground with his head bowed and knees bent. Circular marks of ashes remained on the ground, walls, half of his body, and his beautiful tail feathers.
Shinjuku glanced at him once and then looked away. Supporting his crippled left arm, he rode on Oni-sei-o to the side of the King of Poison.
Despite being surprisingly able to restrain the Poison King to this extent, the Ghost Mother Lou Lan was not seriously injured, and her speed was still astonishing. Her fighting style was both powerful and elegant.
Logically, since all the people blocking the way had been eliminated, and due to Shinju's deep-seated instinctive fear of the demon's methods, it was not advisable to stay here any longer. Therefore, Shinju made up his mind to retrieve the King of Venom and release it only after finding a safe place.
As for the matter of the Poison King's madness, there is no possibility of reversing it, and he would never abandon the Poison King.
However, when Shinjuku tried to approach the King of the Black Mist, who was covered in thick black mist, tufts of feathers resembling raven feathers pierced towards him with a "rustling" sound.
Gui Chenghuang instinctively wanted to shoot a beam of light to deal with Zhenwang, but Zhensu quickly clenched his legs, whispered a rebuke, and ordered Gui Chenghuang to withdraw the bright yellow light ball.
Ghost Chenghuang reluctantly gave up, flicked its bushy, ink-like tail to show its displeasure, and then suddenly bounced the True Su on its back.
When Shinju lost his balance, he simply flipped sideways and jumped off Chenghuang. Despite his limbs being entangled by the demonic silk of the King of Poison, he still walked to the King of Poison and put his arm around the back of the other's head.
"Zhen Mo." Zhen Su chanted the incantation, intending to forcefully press the ruthless Zhen King into his chest and absorb him into the Three Corpses.
However, at that moment, an incomparably sharp golden spear flew through the air, pointing directly at Shinju's head.
Its speed was so great that thunderstorms swept through everything in its path; if anyone else had been struck by it, they would probably have been annihilated by now.
However, that was Masakatsu.
Startled, Oni-Gin didn't even have time to warn him before Shinjuku had already raised his hand and firmly grasped the golden spearhead in his palm.
Before he could even look in the direction of the attackers, hundreds of golden spears rained down like arrows, each one more terrifying than the last. The massive thunderstorm generated by the resonance alone could easily level the place.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhen Su, bracing himself against the countless strands of black mist that pierced through his body, roared and mobilized his entire body, forcefully pushing the Zhen King and Lou Lan away from that area.
Just half a breath later, a crater the size of a village appeared in the ground beneath their original location, billowing thick smoke.
This time, the one who made the move appeared above the clouds, leading a group of disciples, and shouted menacingly: "Jiqing, you have lost all conscience, poisoning and plotting against the future leader of the righteous path. Today, I, the True Man, will act on behalf of Heaven and take your head to comfort the ancestors of the Otherworldly Alliance and to rectify and exorcise demons!!!"
Shinjuku painfully cut off the threads binding the King of Poison, wiped the blood from his lips, and was slightly moved when facing the person who had spoken out.
"If everyone previously said that you were a demon who harmed the loyal and virtuous and stole the cultivation of your disciples and grand-disciples, I did not believe it at all. However, the death of Song Wei is the retribution for my foolish and stubborn views."
"My biggest mistake was trusting you." His words were cold and detached.
When Shinju heard the word "death," his divine sense immediately probed in several directions. Then, his already extremely solemn expression turned completely black.
He had only destroyed Song Wei's meridians; the damage to his body was so minimal that it wouldn't even harm the core essence of a Nascent Soul cultivator. How...why did he die?!
Not only Song Wei, but he also realized that Duan Wenyang, who was less seriously injured, and Lin Jue were both dead and their souls were empty.
"..." Shinju suddenly clenched his teeth, realizing he had fallen into a trap.
As for who set that trap for him, there's no need to think about it anymore.
No one but that person could commit such a heinous and depraved act, leaving no way out for the victim.
Those who shot the poisoned king from the shadows must have been...
Ha, I never expected that he had already clashed with that person from the very beginning. It feels like yesterday, even though so many years have passed.
There is no turning back now, and no way out.
When Shinju raised his eyes again, his expression had changed to one of unprecedented fearlessness in the face of death.
All explanations have lost their meaning.
"Lou Lan, keep a close eye on the Poison King!" After saying this, Zhen Su released the ghost infant from the Three Corpses and handed it to Lou Lan.
The ghost infant, completely unaware of the current situation, babbled a few words, seemingly wanting Shinju to play with him. However, Shinju only slightly turned his head, glanced at the ghost infant, his gaze unwavering, not looking at the person at the very back, and then slowly walked towards the densely packed, heavenly soldiers and generals of the alien alliance.
"Yes, benefactor." Lou Lan's hands, which were holding the ghost baby, trembled for the first time. She gazed deeply at Zhen Su's resolute back, then raised the Sleeping Flower Chain Hammer to lure away the Poison King.
Seeing that Zhen Su had come to fight alone, the most senior member of the Otherworld Alliance, Master Mu Yu, showed a hint of hesitation, but in the end he still ordered his disciples: "You all stay where you are. We will not use numbers to bully the few. I will go and meet him."
This action did not put Zhen Su at ease, for he knew the other party's background well and that they would not easily leave the mountain; they would soon reach the threshold of ascension. Even if it was not their true form, with his current cultivation only at the Nascent Soul stage, facing such a powerful being would be tantamount to suicide.
But Shinju didn't think about anything. Even if fate had decreed that he would perish here, he would not back down an inch.
"Further words are useless." Shinjuku held out his right hand, his four fingers bent, signaling for battle.
However, Master Muyu did not advance an inch. Instead, he used the Law of Heaven and Earth to transform into a gigantic avatar that almost covered the sky. Although his palm strike was slow, in a single breath, his entire arm advanced a mile, like a Kunpeng that blotted out the sun flying over Master Muyu's head, making Master Muyu appear as insignificant as an ant, and it seemed that he could not escape from his palm at all.
The silver sword in Shinjuku's hand trembled violently as he managed to squeeze out a voice: "Master, run—"
The moment the opponent unleashed such a high-level divine power, Zhen Su truly felt their hatred.
But at this very moment, Shinjuku tugged at one corner of his lips, his golden-red eyes revealing a transcendent calmness.
Then, he brought his right palm horizontally and struck forward, unleashing the "Valley God Never Dies" technique from the Ultimate Martial Arts.
A rapidly growing, illusory hand, as large as a mountain, suddenly blocked the palm of Master Muyu, who embodied the laws of heaven and earth, and actually withstood the immense force that was as heavy as a mountain collapsing into the sea.
The cultivators of the Otherworld Alliance all exclaimed in amazement.
Lou Lanyi couldn't help but feel her heart leap into her throat during the brief pause between parries.
In less than a few breaths, all the meridians in Shinju's right arm swelled and burst. A strong pushing force caused his right arm to dissolve like foam, almost causing him to escape and be dismembered.
"...Tsk." He only lasted three breaths. Shinju immediately coughed up blood, his eyes darkening.
Their cultivation levels are still far apart, and their power is incomparable to that of a different realm.
In this way, Shinju's right hand was also rendered useless.
"Hahaha, what a piece of trash! He couldn't even last that long! What great demon? It seems he's just a figurehead!" someone in the Otherworld Alliance mocked.
Some secretly breathed a sigh of relief and joined the chorus of mockery, completely unwilling to admit the shock and fear they felt when they saw Shinju take that attack. "Pathetic. Both his hands are crippled. What use is he now?"
However, many others felt this was inappropriate, since the demon in front of them had killed their leader. Wouldn't that mean their leader was even more despicable?
"Shut up!! Stop making a fool of yourself here!"
The commotion subsided for a while, but unusually, Master Muyu did not take any further action.
Because his heart was wavering, "Your cultivation level..."
Master Muyu never imagined that Zhensu's cultivation level would become so low. He deserved it, but it was absolutely not right! Even if it was a fake ascension, the fact that he fought against the extraterrestrial demons with his Tribulation Transcending cultivation level was witnessed by all and was definitely not fake.
So, what happened to the cultivation level of his former disciple, Yi Lian, whom he stole?! Surely he couldn't have regressed to the Nascent Soul stage while stealing it, could he? On the contrary, Yi Lian's cultivation level has progressed quite remarkably, reaching the Mahayana stage in a short period of time.
Not to mention how a Nascent Soul cultivator managed to single-handedly drive the three most promising and dazzling rising stars of both the righteous and demonic paths into a desperate situation and slaughter them all!
Even the most despicable and insidious methods might fool Song Wei, but neither Duan Wenyang nor Feng Ling are the type to let their guard down so easily.
For a moment, Master Muyu lost the will to act. He sensed an unusual conspiracy; a dead thought seemed to be rekindling.
He then questioned Shinju, "You killed all three of them. Do you plead guilty?"
Shinju suddenly raised his head, revealing a very surprised expression.
"I am just..." But before he could finish speaking, a large group of elegant cultivators in white robes arrived from the other side of the sky, each carrying a gleaming rapier or longsword on their back or in their hands.
"Ji Qing, you demon!!! Die!!" The people from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect arrived. Although the current sect leader and other important figures were nowhere to be seen, the leading female sword cultivator was clearly extremely agitated, her eyes red and tears streaming down her face as she denounced Zhen Su's "cruel crimes." Before Zhen Su could respond, she joined forces with the other cultivators to form an array, creating the Domain of Ten Thousand Swords. Countless natal swords crafted from metal-elemental spiritual roots were embedded within the array, all relentlessly attacking Zhen Su.
Despite having crippled his hands, Mayuki's figure remained incredibly agile and nimble. His legs were so fast that even afterimages couldn't be caught, making it seem as if he had barely moved, but in reality, he had already kicked away the continuous stream of flying swords.
The female cultivator in the lead looked on with a distorted expression, both anxious and angry. She used telepathy to instruct the other cultivators to cooperate and expand the attack range of the formation several times over.
At this moment, the flying sword formation inevitably affected the area around the Poison King and Lou Lan, causing Zhen Su's attention to be somewhat diverted. This subtle detail was noticed by the perceptive female cultivator.
Shinju knew that they had deliberately shifted their target to provoke and threaten him, but... even knowing this, Shinju still resolutely followed the path they had laid out for him, step by step, protecting the King of Poison.
Finally, amidst the screams of Guiyin and Loulan Ghost Infant, Zhensu was pierced through the True Immortal body by hundreds of flying swords, and then plunged into the deep pit.
"Master, Master!!!"
"Masuku!!"
"Gegu, wooaaaaah..."
Even the completely irrational King Zhen seemed to sense something, and stopped what he was doing, staring blankly in the direction of Shinjuku.
Meanwhile, Gui Chenghuang, who had been lingering on the edge of the battlefield, turned back and leaped through the air in a series of leaps, attempting to catch Zhen Su.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Shinju was deeply embedded in the extremely deep pit, having smashed open another narrow passage. Many of the flying swords that had been lodged inside him, dripping with blood, broke off outside. Ultimately, not only swords, but even anything slightly wider couldn't fit through. Oni-Cheng Huang could only watch helplessly, its claws unable to dig open the narrow hole. The ball of light in its mouth hesitated to strike, only emitting low, mournful howls.
Master Muyu's expression was complex. He suddenly retracted the Law of Heaven and Earth, and the giant shadow disappeared into the horizon.
The members of the Otherworld Alliance and the Wanjian Sect immediately erupted in thunderous cheers and applause.
Upon realizing that the Ghost Mother was carrying the Ghost Baby and was about to go down to save them, the Ten Thousand Swords Formation mercilessly locked onto them and released thousands upon thousands of flying swords to block their path.
At this critical moment, in the sky where the silver moon hangs high, a fairy-like figure in a crescent-white robe, draped in stars and moonlight, gracefully approaches on clouds.
Then, with a wave of his sleeve, every gesture seemed to carry a soft and beautiful silver light, as did his voice, which spoke gently yet firmly: "Stop."
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