Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 200 Sun Shines on the Golden Mountain
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Suddenly, the sacred mountain began to tremble, as if a giant beast was awakening deep within its body.

Shen Anzhi and Ge Wensong cried out and rushed out of the stone cave. They were instantly terrified by the sight before them. A figure clad in black armor was hovering atop the snow-capped mountain. With each swing of his demonic blade, a jet-black sword aura cleaved towards the sacred mountain. The hard rocks shattered like tofu, and glaciers crumbled and rolled down the mountainside.

The figure was shrouded in thick black mist, within which countless distorted human faces could be vaguely seen, emitting mournful howls. It was none other than the leader of the demonic soldiers, Godslayer.

"Hahaha... This sacred mountain is nothing special!" The god-slaying man's laughter was like the scraping of metal, harsh and unpleasant to the ear: "It won't be long before the entire Sichuan region becomes my possession!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared in the distant sky, from which billowing demonic energy surged forth, carrying a nauseating, sweet stench. An Zhi's heart tightened; it was in the direction of Mount Shu—the barrier between humans and demons was tearing apart! Immediately afterward, the northwestern sky turned a strange crimson, and countless blood-red shadows could be vaguely seen churning in the clouds. A blood demon had appeared above Qiang City! Meanwhile, in the southeast, towards Mount Emei, a previously gentle white light suddenly became blinding, flickering as if it might be extinguished at any moment—a warning from the Haotian Mirror guarding Mount Emei!
With the sacred mountain destroyed, the barrier between the three realms collapsed in unison, and the disaster is spreading at a visible speed.

"You beast!" Anzhi felt a surge of anger rise from her dantian to the top of her head. She leaped forward and charged towards the Godslayer. The sword light, like a golden rainbow, pierced through the black mist, carrying her three years of guilt and determination, and aimed straight for the Godslayer's face.

"Overestimating yourself." Godslayer sneered, not even bothering to turn around. He simply waved his hand, and a black mist transformed into a giant palm, slamming it hard into An Zhi's chest.

"Pfft—" An Zhi flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the rock wall. Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, staining his chest red. The sword also flew out of his hand and stuck in the snow not far away.

"Sister Anzhi!" Ge Wensong exclaimed in shock, drawing his sword and charging towards the Godslayer, only to be entangled by the blood demons casually released by the opponent. These blood demons were ghostly and impervious to blades and spears, quickly forcing him into a retreating retreat. His shoulder was slashed by the blood demons' claws, and the wound immediately turned blackish-purple, clearly indicating that he had been afflicted by demonic energy.

"Wen Song!" An Zhi struggled to help, but found that his bones ached as if they were falling apart, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The Godslayer slowly descended before her, the spikes on his black armor reflecting a cold light. He looked down at Anzhi, his eyes filled with contempt: "Judging from what you just said, you're Lingjizi's disciple? Is that all you've got?"

An Zhi had no intention of answering any questions. She struggled to pick up the sword, but Shi Shen stepped on her wrist. The intense pain made her vision go black, but as she looked at Shi Shen's hideous mask, at the collapsing sacred mountain in the distance, and at the ever-widening cracks in the sky, the anger in her heart overwhelmed the pain.

"I'll kill you!" An Zhi suddenly pulled out his other hand, summoned the Demon Refining Gourd, and the gourd's mouth burst out with a powerful suction force, attempting to suck the god-slayer into it.

"Hehehe." Godslayer just sneered, and the black mist around him suddenly surged, completely canceling out the suction force of the Demon Refining Gourd: "With this broken gourd?" He increased the force of his foot, and with a "crack", the sound of bone breaking came from An Zhi's wrist.

"Ah..." An Zhi screamed in pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Sister Anzhi!" Ge Wensong's eyes turned bloodshot at the sight. He suddenly gave up resisting, allowing the Blood Demon to tear several deep, bone-revealing wounds into his back. Seizing this opening, he concentrated all his spiritual power at the tip of his sword and thrust it fiercely towards the Godslayer: "Let her go!"

This sword strike carried the force of mutual destruction, forcing the Godslayer to temporarily evade its edge and withdraw his foot from An Zhi's wrist. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ge Wensong rushed to An Zhi's side and helped her up, but he himself, having exhausted his spiritual power, knelt down in the snow with a "plop," black blood continuously gushing from the corner of his mouth.

“Wen Song…” An Zhi looked at his pale face and couldn’t help but shed tears.

“Sister Anzhi, you must go quickly…” Ge Wensong said weakly. His body was turning black at a visible speed, clearly indicating that the Blood Demon’s poison had invaded his heart meridian. “I’ll hold him off…” he said, even trying to detonate his dantian and perish together with the Godslayer.

"No!" Anzhi pressed his hand down tightly, tears streaming down his face. "If we're going to go, we'll go together!" Just then, a white shadow darted out of the mist like lightning—it was the Snow Lion! Its mane was covered in blood, and one of its hind legs was twisted unnaturally, clearly indicating it was also seriously injured. But it still stood in front of Anzhi and Ge Wensong, letting out a deafening roar at the Godslayer, its amber eyes burning with a resolute flame.

"You ignorant beast." Godslayer sneered, waving his hand to unleash a massive blood blade that cleaved the snow lion.

The snow lion leaped forward, using its body to block the blood blade. With a "whoosh," the blood blade pierced through its body, instantly staining its snow-white fur red.

"Snow Lion!" Anzhi cried out in despair.

The snow lion collapsed in the snow, turned its head with difficulty, glanced at An Zhi, and then closed its eyes forever.

The god-slaying beast drew closer, its countless ghostly claws emerging from the black mist, reaching for An Zhi and Ge Wensong. An Zhi shielded Ge Wensong behind him, his body covered in wounds, yet his fists remained clenched, his eyes devoid of fear, filled only with unwavering resolve.

Just at this critical moment, a faint chanting sound suddenly came from the surroundings.

Anzhi and Ge Wensong turned around and saw that the monk had actually sat up. His body was glowing, and golden light was overflowing from his seven orifices and merging into the surrounding air.

"Master!" Anzhi exclaimed, both surprised and delighted. The monk slowly opened his eyes; now, his eyes were clear and bright, free of their usual cloudiness. He looked at Anzhi, his voice weak yet exceptionally firm: "Little girl, you truly... are a destined one..."

"Master, save Wensong! Help me get the Demon-Slaying Sword!" Anzhi cried uncontrollably.

“It’s too late…” The monk shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the collapsed sacred mountain and the cracked sky, finally settling on Anzhi: “The sacred mountain… cannot… wait any longer…” He took a deep breath, suddenly raising his voice, which resounded throughout the entire sacred mountain: “The sun… shines… on… the… golden… mountain!”

As he shouted, the entire sacred mountain suddenly trembled violently. The sun rose from behind the snow-capped mountain, and golden rays surged towards the sacred mountain like a tide, dispelling the black mist and the blood demon.

Within those golden rays, countless scriptures could be faintly seen dancing in the air, and chanting aloud could be heard, as if countless Buddhas were reciting scriptures.

Forced to retreat by the golden light, the Godslayer roared angrily, "Old man, you're asking for death!" He tried to rush over and attack the monk, but was blocked by the barrier formed by the golden light.

“Little girl,” the monk looked at Anzhi, his eyes filled with expectation, “the Demon-Slaying Sword…is atop the sacred mountain…you only have a quarter of an hour…you must…get it…” His body was becoming transparent at a visible speed, clearly burning his own soul: “Remember, your sins have been deeply redeemed during your pilgrimage around the mountain. Obtain the Demon-Slaying Sword, protect Bashu, protect all living beings.”

"Master!" An Zhi nodded emphatically, "I definitely will!"

The monk revealed a hint of relief, then completely transformed into a golden ray of light, merging into the radiance of the sun-drenched golden mountain. That light intensified, completely trapping the Godslayer and his blood demon, buying precious time for Anzhi and Ge Wensong.

Anzhi glanced at the Godslayer trapped in the golden light, then at the unconscious Ge Wensong, took a deep breath, carried him on his back, and resolutely ran towards the summit of the sacred mountain.

She knew that if she didn't obtain the Demon-Slaying Sword within fifteen minutes, not only would she and Ge Wensong die, but the entire Bashu region would fall. She couldn't let the monk and the snow lion sacrifice themselves in vain, nor could she disappoint Senior Lingjizi.