Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 821 Little Green King is here!

Dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to crush it; the sky was a turbulent, inky blackness, seemingly swallowing up the sun, moon, and stars.

How many evil spirits are hidden in those clouds? One can hear the wailing of ghosts and the clanging of demons, as if ten thousand Asuras are beating war drums and evil spirits from the nine netherworlds are blowing mournful conch shells!
Yun Zhongjun stood atop the gilded dragon throne, overlooking the Yunmeng Marsh stained with demonic energy, his heart surging with an uncontrollable arrogance.

He admitted that he did feel a moment of panic when he saw the White Snake Emperor.

The woman arrived treading on stars, enveloped in purple aura, her every move exuding a majestic presence that resonated with the heavens and earth.

In terms of bloodline, she is a snake immortal who has cultivated for a thousand years in Qingcheng Mountain under the tutelage of the Old Mother of Lishan; in terms of background, she has connections with both Buddhism and Taoism, and even faintly touches upon the karma of ancient golden immortals; in terms of cultivation, she has long since transcended the mortal realm, and is even no weaker than a wandering immortal.

What's even more terrifying is that he is also entangled with some kind of "destiny" that even Yun Zhongjun cannot see through.

Otherwise, how could a mere white snake be worthy of being called "Emperor"?
But soon, Yun Zhongjun's fear was consumed by an even more fervent ambition.

"Immortals and gods have vanished... the Dao has disappeared while demons have risen..."

He murmured softly, his fingertips tracing deep marks on the armrest of the throne.

Yes, this is no longer ancient times.

The Heavenly Court has vanished, the Underworld is locked up, and the immortals have retreated from the world. The moral order of the human realm has declined, demons roam freely, and even the dynasty's fortune is waning.

Isn't this the perfect opportunity to defy fate and change one's destiny?
A sinister smile slowly crept onto his lips; this was the moment he had been planning for a thousand years.

Xu Xuan's previous guesses were partly correct and partly incorrect.

Yun Zhongjun truly doesn't care about Dongting Lake—to Him, this body of water is merely a pawn. Dismantling Dongting's destiny is real, but reversing the Heavenly Dipper is even more so.

Having been rooted in Dongting for so many years, how could the Yunmeng Secret Realm truly be unaware of its mysteries?

But... if someone hadn't first severely damaged Dongting, shaken the water veins with a massive bloodbath, and then slapped the Yunmeng Secret Realm hard with the blood energy of the human race, how would He have had the opportunity to reach a consensus with those lurking "monsters"?
And now-

In the Yunmeng Marsh, He has completely controlled countless vengeful spirits of the demon race, and after merging with the secret realm, His magical power is even more inexhaustible.

Taking advantage of the reappearance of Yunmeng Marsh, He can devour the remnants of an ancient demon god, merge with the power of the Dongting Lake water veins, and then sacrifice the blood of hundreds of millions of living beings... He might just be able to take that final step and achieve the true position of "demon god"!
This world has become His great power!
In particular, the eighteen blood-red eyes in the void behind him became their biggest trump card.

I am now invincible among men!
I just didn't expect to be robbed of the center position again. That human race that's always been so outrageous is acting strangely, very strangely.

The human standing at the very front of the imperial chariot, facing this seemingly hopeless situation, was actually... laughing?

It wasn't a forced, cold laugh, nor a desperate, miserable laugh, but rather a laugh that was almost manic, a laugh of extreme excitement.

Behind the bronze mask burned a fighting spirit that sent chills down even Yun Zhongjun's spine.

"madman……"

Who could possibly laugh when faced with an attack by ten thousand demons and the overwhelming pressure of ancient remnants?!

Xu Xuan had not restrained his emotions at this moment, so Yun Zhongjun did not understand.

Because of this situation, someone could no longer suppress their fighting spirit.

What a memorable scene! What a perfect stage!

There were no warning signs, no close-ups or slow motion, and no flashbacks.

After reciting the poem and giving all his comrades a buff, Xu Xuan prepared to start the battle.

the reason is simple.

He opened it today.

He wore a black robe and a red skirt, which were manifestations of the power of the Yangtze River, and wore the same bronze Nuo mask as the smiling old man.

Hanging from his waist was an ancient sacrificial artifact that Old Shen had reluctantly lent out after gritting his teeth, stamping his feet, and slapping himself several times—it carried the recognition and will of billions of people and was now humming and vibrating, as if responding to his will.

Behind them were the chosen ones of fortune and the chosen ones of misfortune from Baoan Hall, as well as various influential figures and protagonists from storybooks—a veritable gathering of extraordinary individuals.

Not to mention——

Standing to our left is the foremost Arhat of Buddhism, a third of the body of the Venerable Mahakasyapa, who sits in half as Buddha, and Qingyou, a young novice monk from Jinshan Temple.

Standing to our right is Bai Suzhen, a 1700-year-old great demon from the orthodox Taoist sect, a disciple of Lishan, with a powerful background and immense wealth, and the object of Xu Bailian's love tribulation.

Now, tell me!
How could I lose!
Just ignite it.

Xu Xuan let out a wild laugh, his golden eyes beneath the Nuo mask burning as brightly as the sun.

The storms, blood waves, and demonic energy of Yunmeng Marsh all became mere background at this moment!
There was no music of the Holy Emperor to please the ancients?

Then let's use the most primal killing to complete this sacrifice!

"drink--!"

A long roar shook the heavens!

Black demonic energy and golden Buddhist light intertwined like two giant dragons, piercing through the entire Yunmeng Marsh.

Xu Xuan's fair skin and jade-like bones shimmered with a glassy luster, and the human blood and qi within his body surged like the Yangtze River, making a thunderous roar in his meridians.

Two-colored shockwaves erupted layer by layer at the center of the battlefield, and the violent air currents pushed the lake water hundreds of miles away, exposing the dried-up lakebed.

The phantoms of the Five Great Vidyarajas appeared behind him, the Eight Heavenly Dragons coiled around his body, and the power of Ksitigarbha Buddha transformed into a golden bell to protect him—this is a symbol of pushing both the Buddhist and demonic paths to their peak!
"clang--!"

The clang of metal against metal echoed across the wilderness, each sound wave rippling through the void. This was a sign of power compressed to its limit, proof that a mortal body could bear the power of a god!

Behind the bronze mask, a pair of crimson eyes looked down arrogantly ahead.

A massive, dark army of demons?

"Ha." Xu Xuan slowly raised his hand, his right palm radiating a dazzling golden light.

"you--"

Palms down, gather strength.

The water vapor in Yunmengze began to boil, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered wildly.

"I'm already surrounded!"

He was about to throw a punch, but...
"Qiang——!!!"

A sword rang out, tearing through the sky!

It's too late, it's soon—

The Ganjiang sword burst forth with a ten-thousand-foot-long azure light, its blade entwined with an unyielding obsession that had lasted for a thousand years, as if transformed from the swordsmith's last tear; the Moye sword roared out a thousand streaks of crimson light, its blade flowing with the blood and flames of its sacrifice to the furnace, which actually evaporated the rain curtain into a scarlet mist.

The moment the two swords clashed, a dark rift spanning a hundred miles suddenly split open in the void! The sword energy carried within it: the unwavering devotion within the molten gold furnace; the uncorrupted vows at the foot of Qinxi Mountain; and an entanglement that life and death could not sever!
Suddenly, a sword's cry, like a lament, could be heard: "Even if a thousand years of calamity burn me, this heart will still resonate like metal and stone!"
The two swords suddenly merged into one, transforming into a monstrous dragon that stretched across the heavens and earth, tearing a hole in the dark clouds—revealing the terrified faces of the demons that had been hidden.

What followed was utter destruction!
Where the sword energy passed, countless demon souls were wiped out like snowflakes meeting boiling water in an instant!

"Monsters!"

A figure in azure was faster than sword energy, its golden eyes burning like the blazing sun.

"Your Little Green King has arrived!!!"

"Everyone, charge with me!!!"

The figure in cyan was even more reckless than Xu Xuan, charging out half a body length ahead of him.

Master Xu was furious, while Master Qing was beaming with smugness.

As the person who knows the Great Demon King best, she had long noticed that his positioning today was strange, as he was actually protecting everyone behind him.

What does this mean? It means that the outcome of this battle is 98% certain.

And
Xiaoqing stole a glance at the older sister in the flowing white dress beside her, a sly glint in her golden eyes. "When it comes to connections," she thought, "I'm the one with connections."

Since that's the case, let me, the Little Green King, take the lead!

Therefore, she moved her feet lightly, without even reminding her little apprentice, and without even reciting the poem title, which is how this dazzling light was born.

The Demon Sword carried Xiao Qing as they plunged headlong into the demon formation.

What a fierce woman! Her golden eyes burned like molten lava, and wherever her gaze fell, the demons seemed to see the might of a dragon, their scales bristling and their souls trembling in fear!

With a sweeping motion, the sword's edge flashed with a blue light that surged three thousand feet, like a blue dragon wagging its tail, severing seven or eight one-horned ghost kings in half.

The right sword, Mo Xie, cleaved straight down, a crimson rainbow piercing the sky.

"Clang—!" With a clear and melodious sword sound, the Hundred-Eyed Centipede Demon's thousand demonic eyes exploded simultaneously, and the juices were evaporated into blood mist before they could even splatter.

The more they fought, the more ferocious they became, and the dragon's might in their golden eyes rose steadily.

The two swords flashed, creating an opening, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to chant:

Thunder and lightning flashed, dragons and snakes slithered, and a sword cleaved through the chaotic heavens!

Golden eyes pierce through three thousand realms, twin blades tear open ninety thousand abysses.

The air is thick with murderous intent!

Gan Jiang's soul ignites like a spark, Mo Xie's blood is tempered by frost and cold.

Let the demons surge like a tide, I will sing wildly as I tread the mountain of bones.

The Green Edge Writes of Nirvana!
"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent little Qing King! Excellent Water Lord!"

Seeing that Xiaoqing had won the first prize, how could the crowd hold back any longer? They immediately roared and charged out.

Li Yingqi was secretly annoyed. His master had no manners at all. If it were the two of them, master and disciple, charging into battle, wouldn't they have created a legendary tale of "the Yue maiden slaying demons with her twin swords"?

Not to be outdone, he immediately let out a soft shout:
Where are the new swordsmen of Shushan?!

Yu Yingnan, Yan Renying, Qi Lingyun, and Qi Jinchan all gathered behind them.

"Follow me to slay demons and monsters!"

"Yes!"*4
All five of them drew their swords at the same time!

What an earth-shattering swordsmanship feast! And so, above the Yunmeng Marsh—

The beams of light from the purple and cyan swords pierced through Yunmeng, their sword light intertwining like neon lights, dazzling and profound. An endless, sharp, murderous sword heart, and an extremely domineering will to slay evil and destroy demons, were displayed so wantonly, seeking to rival Ganmo.

Suddenly, the Nanming Fire Sword let out a dragon's roar, its eerie blue flames surging forth, unleashing a scorching, soul-crushing blue flame that seemed to come alive. Wherever the flames licked, all emotions and desires became fuel. Most strangely, the fire's intensity fluctuated, sometimes raging and sometimes scorching, sometimes burning the heavens and boiling the seas, captivating the soul. This sword could sever not only the body but also the heart.

The Milky Way Sword's blade seemed to shimmer with the light of countless stars, its vast sword intent overwhelming. I vividly recall the raging waves of the East Sea, where a female immortal's white robe was stained with blood. Whoever wields this sword will slay all demons under heaven.

The Azure Gang Sword is even more extraordinary. Before the sword is moved, the Xun wind swirls and forms an azure dragon to accompany it. Once the sword is moved, the gale within a hundred miles is stirred up.

The Thunderclap Mandarin Duck Swords are the most cunning. The female sword is like moonlight spilling onto the ground, slowing down the movements of demons wherever it passes. The male sword is like a golden crow falling from the sky, specifically seeking out the weaknesses in the demon general's soul to strike.

Yan Chixia stood to the side, almost wiping away tears; the scene was too moving to watch.

It's a pity that Zhou Qingyun has not yet returned to his position; otherwise, the fortunes of Shushan would truly turn around, and the peak of human existence would be restored.

(End of this chapter)