Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 706 Using Slaughter to Please
The rusty chain in his hand trembled violently—but it wasn't rust at all! It was clearly his own dried blood scabs, which, stirred by the murderous intent, began to seep out a foul odor again!

Without orders or formation, these long-dead soldiers transformed into a rusty torrent, rushing forward. The chains, as they dragged, tore apart, emitting a shrill, ghostly wail.

Those were the malice they harbored in life, and the obsessions they held onto even after death!
The remnant souls of the demons opposite were not living beings either.

The defeated bandits of ancient times were forgotten by time and suffered day and night in the miasma of Yunmeng Marsh, tormented by the bone-corroding winds.

Beneath the decaying scales, stark white bones were revealed, and in the empty eye sockets, a resentful green flame flickered.

Two waves of the dead collided with a deafening roar!

The sky was torn apart! Will-o'-the-wisps and demonic light intertwined, and falling remnants of souls rained down like blood.

The water was boiling! Chains bound the dragon's tail, bone knives cleaved through the tortoise shell, and broken scales and halberds rose from the black waves.

Underwater, an even fiercer battle raged, with the karmic demon dragging its severed limbs to strangle the snake demon, and the swamp demon's sharp teeth gnawing through the bronze helmet.

Ancient trees in the mountains and forests were tainted by resentment, and their branches turned into ghostly hands that shredded the fleeing little demons into mincemeat!
Dead? They were never alive!

The karmic demons who died in battle laughed before they dissipated, for they had finally waited for the best ending.

The scattered demonic souls roared as they were annihilated, for this was a thousand times more exhilarating than being trapped in the prison of time forever!
The blood moon hangs high in the sky, illuminating the revelry of these already dead things.

In the vast Yunmeng Marshland, tonight only madness reigns!
The demons went mad, but Xu Xuan went even mader.

Yue Maiden Swordplay: The Sword Demon Arises from the Heart!
Yue Maiden Sword Technique: Annihilation of All Things in Chaos!
The sword's aim was unpredictable. One moment it seemed poised to strike the throat, the next it was slicing diagonally at the knee. Calling it "swordsmanship" was less accurate than describing it as a frenzied splash of ink; the sword's path was as unrestrained as wild cursive script, every stroke stained with blood!

Using the name of the Yue woman, she actually kills at will, without any moves, style, rules, or regulations.

So what if he's an old demon? So what if he has a thousand years of cultivation?
How could their pitiful understanding possibly comprehend the Holy Father's swordsmanship? Even a true swordsman like Yan Chixia and a genius like Li Yingqi have said that Master Xu's swordsmanship has reached a state of perfection and is beyond comprehension.

The state of being wrong the moment you speak it, and absurd the moment you think it is probably only something that Deputy Hall Master Qing can comprehend in this world.

The Victory Sword in his hand was originally an unfinished evil sword, but at this moment the blade was frantically devouring the evil energy on the battlefield, and was regenerating inch by inch from the broken edge!

With each inch forged, the blade becomes one step worse!
Twisted dark patterns appeared on the spine of the sword, as if countless struggling vengeful spirits were being forged into it. Before the sword was even moved, the murderous aura had already torn through the air, emitting a shrill shriek like a vengeful ghost.

One man with a sword slaughtered countless demons on the main battlefield.

Naturally, some demons couldn't stand it anymore—how dare a mere human blood sacrifice be so arrogant?

Fuzhu has arrived.

It was once a four-horned white deer on Mount Ao'an, but also a scourge that unleashed devastating floods. In its lifetime, it wreaked havoc by flooding, devouring countless lives, but in the end, it was chopped into mincemeat by a smiling old man wielding an axe and became his meal.

Now, the remnant soul remains, and sensing the strong aura of King Yu on Xu Xuan, it comes with resentment drawn by cause and effect!

Even though he was just a remnant soul, he still possessed some of the power of an ancient demon god. Just as he was about to unleash the power of the One Yuan Heavy Water to destroy the world, he was captured by Xu. Sword God. Xuan.

Amidst the frenzied chaos of the battlefield, the White Lotus Dharma Form continued to perform steadily, even displaying greater agility.

Turn around, draw your sword!
"Yue Maiden Sword Technique - Six Annihilation Sword Twenty-Three".

With a single, casual remark, before Fuzhu could even ponder "why the first twenty-two swords were missing," he instinctively stirred up a cloud of black water, which coalesced into a massive wall of heavy water that stretched across the heavens and earth!

A single drop of heavy water carries immense weight, and when it gathers into a wall, it is as majestic as the sky and as tough as divine iron. Even ancient cultivators who specialize in water magic would find it difficult to budge an inch!

But... what about sword energy? What about that terrifying sword energy just from its name?

Without a sound, an iron hand had already pressed down on its leg.

Looking down in shock, Xu Xuan had twisted his way around the water wall.

Its muscles, bones, and even its aura were like those of a pure green snake, and its eyes shone with a verdant light. The authority emanating from Taihu Lake deceived the senses of the evil god Ao An.

The real killing move is hidden under layers of cover.

Immeasurable light, immeasurable life, sweeping across the ten directions and eight extremes—the power of the Great Vajra!

Click!

The demon bone that had just condensed shattered instantly! Brilliant Buddhist light erupted from the palm print, and a blue Bodhi seed took root. Nourished by the demon soul, it blossomed and bore fruit in an instant, actually converting half of its body!

The profoundness of Buddhism and the insidious nature of magic coexisted harmoniously at this moment.

Before Fuzhu could come up with a solution, the mark on its body from Ao'an Mountain was swallowed by the illusory blue snake, and it lost its last support.

A white light appeared beneath the golden cover, the petals closed, and in an instant, they were transformed into a fruit.

"Gulp." Xu Xuan swallowed the demon core in one gulp and smacked his lips.

"Slightly sweet." The ancient ancestors had consumed all the essence of demons and monsters, and now he was merely picking up scraps.

He looked up to the sky and roared, his voice shaking the clouds and marshes as he began to provoke.

"You water spirits, do you not know my swordsmanship—it grows stronger when it encounters water?!"

Upon hearing this, even the water demons who were deep in madness paused for a moment.

They have lived for millions of years, witnessed the majestic sword intent of the Human Emperor, the magnificent divine power of Yi shooting down the sun, and even the world-destroying torrents when Gonggong crashed into the mountain—but have they ever seen such...such...unprincipled swordsmanship?

What can the Father say? He can only say that times have changed.

In an era where the Tao is declining and the demons are rising, I am simply conforming to the changes in the Tao.

So... the truth is, they go crazy when they encounter madness, and rampage when they encounter demons!
You demons and monsters—come and die!
The demons were enraged, and turbid waves surged into the sky!

"Despicable humans!" "Shameless! Vulgar!"

Amidst the roars, another fierce battle ensued.

Xu Xuan fought with increasing ferocity, but suddenly realized that the Shengxie sword in his hand had become a burden.

"Tsk, what a nuisance."

With a backhand flick, the evil sword shot through the air!

“You are now a mature evil sword,” he grinned, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light. “It’s time for you to learn to kill your own enemies.”

Shengxie Sword: ...

The sword trembled, and evil energy surged forth!
What can be done? The master has gone mad, and the sword can only go mad along with him!
In an instant, the sword's spine bristled, and black and red malevolent energy condensed into a ferocious ghost hand, which gripped the hilt and began to hack and slash wildly!
Without any rules or logic, it was purely an instinctive killing spree of the evil sword!
Although Shengxie was reluctant to admit it, its original exquisite yet wicked sword moves were indeed not as insane as the Sword Master's Yue Nu Sword Technique; it could only try its best to imitate it.

Xu Xuan charged into the demon horde bare-handed, his fists and feet a mix of Buddhist and demonic techniques: his left hand formed the Vajra Mudra, shattering the crab demon's shell; his right claw, wreathed in Netherworld Qi, plunging into the mermaid's chest and pulling out a still-pulsating demon core!

"That was exhilarating!" he laughed, his mouth full of demonic blood. "Now that's what you call slaying demons!"

As he was killing, Xu Xuan suddenly felt his hand become heavy.

Looking up——

Eighty percent of the thirty thousand karmic ghosts have perished, their remnant souls wailing as they sank into the magma to cool; and another ten percent of the unfortunate ghosts didn't even have a chance to be reborn, their souls dissipating and turning into a wisp of green smoke in the world.

"Tsk, what a huge loss."

More and more demonic spirits swarmed in, a dark, surging tide. Dragons coiled in the sky, alligators floated on the water, and even rotting fish carcasses crawled out of the mud, dragging their foul-smelling intestines as they charged forward!
"When have I, Old Xu, ever suffered such a loss?!"

Just then, the physical body atop Turtle Mountain played the Holy Emperor's Song to its climax, and the blessings left behind by the ancestors of the human race in the Cloud Dream Marsh Secret Realm gradually revived.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the Father already knew what he had to do.

The lingering smoke in the Yuwang Temple serves as a bridge.

With a flick of his blood-stained finger, the entire blood-red lake shattered, and an ancient bronze mask emerged from the water!

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar Nuo mask in his hand, Xu Xuan smiled happily.

I don't know if the music made the smiling old man happy, but my killing certainly pleased Him.

Then, the massive number of dead demon souls and spirits, the bloody stench of Yunmengze, and the atmosphere of war pleased another individual.

The mark of the Yangtze River Dragon King on his arm shone brightly, as hot as a branding iron!
The Dragon Lord's mark suddenly spread, and the crimson-gold patterns moved across his body like living things, instantly transforming into black robes and crimson skirts—

The hem of her dress billowed like raging waves, the dragon patterns on her cuffs seemed about to burst forth from the sky, and the jade belt at her waist exuded the weight of mountains!
The entire Yunmeng Marsh began to tremble!
The water boiled, and the vast waves surged against the sky! The mountains roared, and ancient trees were uprooted!

The moment the mask was placed on his face, Xu Xuan's pupils reflected the entire small world.

"boom--!!"

With a gentle step, the surging waves that had reached the sky were instantly brought back to their original positions, and the world was cleansed.

The power of the flood calamity gods was completely suppressed, and they retreated repeatedly as if they had seen a figure that made the demons tremble in their very souls.

The Cloud Lord, who had been sitting on the cloud, suddenly stood up, losing his previous arrogance and composure, and looked down at the red-clad figure with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

It actually overlaps with the Great Nuo ritual that travels across the nine provinces every day!
It was him!

(End of this chapter)