The true form revealed by the silver ring was utterly astonishing. Only the demon and monster races, who were aware of the situation, managed to remain calm, but the demon hunters and the soldiers on the warships were somewhat unable to accept it.
Especially those navy personnel locked inside the warships responsible for firing the cannons were so frightened by the strange appearance of the silver ring—a human body with a snake's tail—that their hands trembled and they fired off course.
Holy crap, what is that?
—Nuwa?
As descendants of Yan and Huang, who hasn't heard of Nuwa creating humans?
That's incredible!
What kind of battle were they involved in? Even Nuwa (the goddess of mythology) came out of hiding.
In the sky, the Demon Lord was momentarily distracted by the silver ring. In that instant of hesitation, a sharp glint flashed in Huo Fei's dark eyes, and with a deep shout, his figure transformed into a golden, gleaming Buddhist blade, suddenly soaring into the sky.
Under the moonlight, a sacred Buddhist aura, like a Vajra with its eyes opened, suddenly descended from the sky with a righteous and dignified aura that could destroy the world and eradicate all evil.
With a vertical slash, the blade flashed with boundless light, as if Pangu had created the world, carrying a sweeping wind that reached mid-air at an astonishing speed.
As danger loomed, the Demon Lord snapped out of the shock brought on by the silver ring, a look of astonishment flashing in his demonic eyes, and immediately tried to retreat.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
This is the strongest move Huo Fei has cultivated since becoming a demon.
It's a guaranteed kill.
We will not turn back until we see bloodshed.
The demon king had just darted ten feet away when a heavy pressure suddenly descended upon him. He was terrified and hastily swung his hand back, trying to resist the deadly strike.
"Ah—" A bloodcurdling scream echoed across the sea.
As the sound rang out, blood rained down under the dim moonlight. The demon king's imposing body couldn't dodge in time and was instantly cleaved in two. Even many demons fighting in the sky were swept away by the aftershocks of the Buddhist energy, without any chance of recovery, becoming victims of the Buddhist blade.
The physical body had lost all life force and was completely destroyed. Without any hesitation, the Demon Lord decisively allowed the demonic soul to leave the body.
Unfortunately, his enemy was a demon who practiced Buddhism.
The soul emerged from the crown of the head and was immediately scorched by the Buddhist power in the air. The enormous demonic soul didn't even have time to escape before half of it was burned away in an instant.
The demon king was in a great hurry. His soul twisted and he grabbed a demon that flew past him and entered his body, taking over the demon's body.
The Demon Lord was filled with hatred.
He twisted his somewhat stiff body, looked up, and glared angrily at Huo Fei, who was standing above him.
Huo Fei remained calm, his handsome face devoid of any expression, his dark eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, like a god looking down upon all living beings. The move he had just unleashed had plunged him into a state of enlightenment, his soul now controlled by the will of the Killing Buddha.
The Demon Lord didn't understand what a Buddha of Slaughter was. He only knew that Huo Fei's light, emotionless eyes seemed to be looking down on and mocking his incompetence.
He was furious. With a loud shout, he channeled his inner energy into his palm and launched a furious attack on Huo Fei.
Huo Fei remained motionless, his consciousness seemingly wandering off somewhere.
He stood quietly, his seemingly calm exterior concealing the unyielding will and strength of the Buddha of Slaughter.
The Buddha who kills beings, though he cultivates to be a Buddha, is a Buddha with a wrathful gaze.
They lack the compassion of Buddha and the belief that turning back is the right path.
Upholding righteousness and warding off evil is the core principle of their practice. Unlike other Buddhist monks who emphasize cause and effect and reincarnation, eliminating evil is the only path for them to advance in their cultivation.
The Buddha of Slaughter dares to say that not a single innocent soul has been slain by their blades. Those they kill are all people who deserve to die.
The Buddha of Slaughter becomes stronger when facing the strong and weak when facing the weak. His skills are honed through countless battles.
Today, Huo Fei unleashed a killing spree. His strongest move, which he had cultivated, exceeded his expectations and elevated his state of mind, allowing him to truly reach the realm of killing to protect life.
With a surge of willpower, his aura grew increasingly calm, appearing completely unguarded. To the Demon Lord, this meant he was riddled with weaknesses.
The opportunity was too good to pass up. Even though the Demon Lord had changed bodies and was half as strong, he was unwilling to miss it.
The demon king was sharpening his blade, eager to take Huo Fei's life while he was distracted. But unexpectedly, just as he flew three zhang away from Huo Fei, the air seemed to be activated by him, and a huge force instantly flowed around Huo Fei.
That power, like a knife or a sword, sharply annihilated any creature that tried to approach Huo Fei.
Caught off guard, the Demon Lord's newly acquired body was instantly torn into a cloud of blood mist.
The mutation happened too fast. The tragic demon king's vision went black, and before he could even extract his demonic soul, his physical body was reduced to ashes.
Of course, even as the most ferocious demon in the demon race, it is not entirely without the ability to protect itself.
In the instant his physical body was destroyed, he barely managed to salvage half of his remaining soul.
"..." The Demon Lord's soul was severely injured, making it impossible for him to regain control of the body.
The Demon Lord lowered his head, looked at his soul which had shrunk by two-thirds, and was filled with grief and indignation, knowing that all was lost.
Today, instead of seeking revenge, I have found myself in a desperate situation.
The Demon Lord, dragging his remnant soul, struggled to escape the range of Huo Fei's will attack. Looking back at the demon he had led out of the demon cave, his heart was filled with complex emotions. Seemingly having come to a conclusion, he roared to the sky and decisively issued the order to retreat.
The demon race has already suffered more than half its casualties and cannot continue to be worn down.
With their leader gone and their power waning, the demons must preserve their strength and await the rise of the next demon king. The demon race is unique; as long as humanity survives, the demon realm will inevitably welcome a second demon king sooner or later.
Then they will plot against humanity again.
It's just a thousand years. Demons have long lifespans; they have plenty of time to wait.
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
