Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 324 Demon Cult Leader
Kill it—kill it—

Intense sounds of fighting echoed from the entire main peak of the Demonic Sect.

The blood was almost forming a stream, and the bodies fell one after another.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air, stimulating everyone's brains, causing them to become excited and snapping their rationality.

He Chong of the Kunlun Sect transformed into a fire-man made entirely of crimson flames and leaped into the demonic sect.

In an instant, the bluestone floor tiles melted into magma, and the flames that swept through the area were like a festering sore.

Even if you are only ignited by a spark, the fire will quickly spread to your entire body until you are burned to ashes.

"You damned Taoist priest, prepare to die!"

Amidst the demonic cult's furious shout, a silver spear ripped through the curtain of fire and pierced through He Chong's back.

The spear tip, trailing a comet-like white light, hurtled through the air.

Without any attempt to dodge, He Chong's burning head was instantly pierced and exploded by the spear tip, splattering blood everywhere.

But then, under the wide-eyed gaze of the Demonic Sect, flames erupted from He Chong's neck.

The shattered head was then filled with flames and transformed back into flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened, he turned back with a mocking look.

"You've clearly reached the first stage of cultivation, haven't you heard that the Kunlun Sect possesses the dual arts of ice and fire, granting immortality?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood that had splattered from the exploding head instantly transformed into thousands of tongues of fire.

Every cultist stained with blood screamed in agony, then turned to ashes in a matter of moments, the stench of burning flesh mixed with the smell of sulfur filling the battlefield.

In the distance, He Chong's junior sister transformed into a five-meter-tall pure ice figure, running through the Demonic Sect.

Any believer whose body quickly stiffens once they enter within ten meters.

The demonic cultist, corroded by the chilling aura, remained frozen in his sword-wielding posture, only to be smashed to dust by the onrushing warriors.

Dozens of meters away, the figure of Guan Weiliang, the leader of the Kongtong Sect, had become so blurred that his face was no longer recognizable.

That is an indestructible physical body that vibrates tens of thousands of times per second.

Any sword, spear, or halberd that strikes her will be shattered by the impact; nothing can break through her defenses.

Not far from her, some members of the demonic cult collapsed silently, clutching their bleeding necks.

On the winding mountain path of Blood Creek, Zen Master Xuanxu stands with a solemn and dignified appearance.

Each swing of the gilded staff stirred up a hurricane, and three or five demonic cult warriors were slammed into the rock wall by the gale as soon as they leaped up, with dark red liquid seeping out from between the rubble.

In this martial arts world, the world's suppression results in a similar physical limit for each martial artist, and there are also limitations on physical strength.

In a purely hand-to-hand combat situation, even a grandmaster would not be able to withstand the combined attack of dozens of mortals with his bare body.

But that's without using the mind to pass on the knowledge.

With their fourth-level inheritance, these martial arts masters are invincible until their inner energy is exhausted.

Under the fierce attack of the righteous faction, they fought their way up the mountainside from the foot of the mountain in one go.

“Something’s not right…” Abbot Xuanxu frowned as he retreated into the righteous path to catch his breath. “Although we have been making great strides along the way, we have only encountered some low-level obstacles who are only at the first or second level of cultivation.”

"None of the Dharma Kings, Dharma Protectors, or the Four Symbols Flag Masters of those demonic sects have come out; it's more like they're just putting up a token resistance."

The figure of the Hermit of Emei Yuduan appeared beside him and said, "They are probably planning to exhaust our strength first, and save their remaining strength so that we can have a final showdown at the top of the mountain."

"No matter what, with the combined efforts of our six major sects today, we will surely wipe out the Demonic Sect in one fell swoop," said Zhang Yuanqiao of Wudang.

"However... young hero Fang Can, have you not found him yet?" Xuanxu asked with a worried expression.

Shortly after the demon-slaying ceremony ended last night, we suddenly received a message from the leader of the Yanfeng Sect that Fang Can had disappeared in the house and might have met with some misfortune. There has been no trace of him since.

"It's most likely the Qiankun Yiqi Bag, one of the four banners of the Demonic Sect." Zhang Yuanqiao of Wudang frowned and said, "The shadow image of Young Hero Fang Can was left on the spot."

"The Qiankun Qi Bag can only be used once every ten years. After the image is engraved, the Shadow God Image is thrown into the bag. The target will have a premonition and will be taken into the bag and swapped with the Shadow God Image as long as he responds."

"Wei Yi smiled and saw the young hero's face. Young hero Fang is new to the world and may not know the wonderful uses of the Qiankun Yiqi Bag, which is why he fell for it."

"This is truly a demonic cult tactic, causing us to lose a key general. It's simply impossible to defend against!" He Miao sighed.

……

Outside, Wei Yi smiled and scratched his head at the shrunken bag, saying, "Did that kid even come in? Why is the bag still so shrunken?"

“The Qiankun Qi Bag has its own internal space. Now that the Shadow God Diagram has been placed inside, if the other party dares to utter a single groan within a day, he will inevitably be absorbed into this bag.”

"I can already feel something inside the bag. I just need to wait half a day for the bag to open automatically so I can grab him."

The nun chuckled and said, "I don't know why you're so hung up on this kid, making me waste a once-in-a-decade opportunity to catch him for you."

"It is clear that the leader will soon be able to use his divine power to annihilate the enemy army in one fell swoop."

Wei Yi chuckled dryly and said, "You have no idea how slutty that kid is. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to resist him when you saw him, so I just grabbed him and prepared to imprison him as a long-term blood slave."

"We're the closest friends in the Holy Church, so I'll let you have a few days to play then."

To the Bat King's words, this humble nun could only smile and shake her head.

Meanwhile, in a completely dark space.

Unable to distinguish up from down from left from right, it was like the beginning of time, a state of chaos.

Fang Can's body floated in this chaotic world...

Sound asleep? There was no gravity around, no sense of time, and no air, yet the boy's expression was incredibly peaceful.

Do the right thing at the right time.

You should have a good time late at night before going to sleep peacefully; that's what makes you healthy.

After inexplicably arriving in this space in the middle of the night, Fang Can fell asleep peacefully within it.

It has to be said that this was the first time Fang Can had ever experienced the feeling of floating and sleeping in space; it was a very novel experience.

As for things like going out, Fang Can, feeling completely relaxed, decided to consider it after she woke up.

Working so hard without pay, and with no danger here, of course I should just keep sleeping.

At this moment, even the boy's sleeping posture is one of utter relaxation.

My limbs naturally stretched out, and I felt no discomfort even in an airless environment.

Several miles away, watching the smoke rising from the mountain peaks, a fierce-looking middle-aged woman in full armor gently pulled out the wild grass she was holding in her mouth.

"Pah!" Spitting out the remaining grass scraps, she shouted, "All troops, listen to my command! Surround the foot of the Demonic Sect Mountain!"

"Whether they are righteous or demonic, as long as they come down from the mountain, leave no one alive!"

"A knight-errant uses martial arts to break the law!" The fierce woman sneered.
"From this day forward, I will ride my horse across the land! I'll show those heroes what it means to say that all land under heaven belongs to the king!"

This action was immediately obeyed, and the 100,000-strong army quietly surged towards the foot of the mountain.

They kept their noise to a minimum along the way, silently traversing a distance of more than ten miles to surround the foot of the mountain.

Meanwhile, the righteous faction, completely unaware of what was happening at the foot of the mountain, had gone berserk.

Amidst the corpses of the fallen demonic cult members, and with a fourth-rank cultivator leading the way, they pushed their camp to the mountaintop with only a hundred or so casualties.

Thus, the strongest forces of good and evil finally met at the summit.

More than 10,000 people from both sides gathered on the mountain peak.

Due to the large number of people, most people stayed in the aisles to prevent congestion.

They await only the order to fight, their blood staining the mountain peaks.

Gathered atop the clouds, Xuanxu, his eyes filled with anger, observed the members of the Demonic Sect before him.

As he expected, all the top experts of the Demonic Sect were waiting at the mountaintop.

Compared to the eight grandmasters of the six major sects, the number of experts in the Demonic Sect is much smaller.

The Four Symbols Flag Master is only at the third level, and only four Dharma Kings have appeared at the Grandmaster level, while the whereabouts of the remaining Deputy Envoy are unknown.

"You wicked woman of the Demonic Cult, now that our six sects have joined forces to come up the mountain, the end of your Demonic Cult has come," said the Emei Hermit, sword in hand, in a cold voice.

Zhang Yuanqiao of Wudang also responded, "We urge you to surrender. We will only punish the ringleaders; those who resist will be killed!"

"Where is your deputy envoy Yang Xiao? Why can't we find him? Has he disappeared and gone into hiding?"

"Bullshit!" Wei Yi sneered, "Hahahaha, today is not the end of my Holy Sect, but the death day of you self-proclaimed righteous martial arts sects."

"What do you think is the purpose of letting you up the mountain so easily? It's to restrict your movements," the Golden Lion King Xie Xun sneered. "That way, we can annihilate you all in one fell swoop!"

Faced with the provocation from the demonic sect, the righteous sects sneered repeatedly, taking it as the other side's stubbornness.

Even the demonic path was in a state of profound grief at this moment, already resigned to death, and prepared to perish together with as many as possible and take them down with them.

Click click click——

Just as the two sides were exchanging trash talk, a faint sound came from behind the Demonic Cult Master.

Several righteous people sensed something was wrong, and the commotion gradually subsided.

But then, Yang Xiao, the Left Deputy Envoy who had been nowhere to be seen before, appeared in a white robe as white as snow, slowly pushing a wooden wheelchair forward.

The sound of wheels crushing against blue bricks drew everyone's attention.

There sat a frail old woman slumped on the chair, her gray hair disheveled like withered grass covering her face, her eyes cloudy and unfocused on her deeply wrinkled face, and saliva dripping from the corner of her crooked mouth, soaking her front.

The withered, curled-up body, wrapped in a wide black robe, looked like a candle flickering in the wind.

The moment their eyes fell upon the old woman, the leaders of the major sects all changed their expressions: "Dongfang Wuji!"

As he spoke, the room fell silent once more, and everyone looked at the old woman in the wheelchair.

This guy is actually Dongfang Wuji, who broke through 2,600 armor in one go more than ten years ago!!!
Wasn't this guy supposed to be dead?
In an instant, a storm of shock swept through the hearts of everyone, including those from the Demonic Sect.

No one expected to meet the legendary leader of the Demonic Cult in this place.

What struck them as even more bizarre was that Dongfang Wuji at this moment showed none of the legendary demeanor of a master.

His thin, weak body slumped in the wheelchair, his head tilted slightly, his eyes staring blankly ahead, and drool even dripping from the corner of his mouth.

This is hardly the ferocious and powerful leader of a demonic sect; he's more like a helpless, lonely old man.

If it weren't for the fact that his appearance is indeed not much different from more than ten years ago, even the leaders of various sects would not dare to admit it.

The Hermit of Emei, who was about to break off his eyebrows, sneered and said, "Bringing out this old, dead thing at this time, are you trying to scare us away?"

"Even if Dongfang Wuji is not dead, he probably doesn't have many days left."

"How long can someone with such a frail body fight us, even if they only have a breath left?"

(End of this chapter)