Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

"A bunch of... clowns."

Dao Xuan Zhenren's voice remained calm, yet it struck like an invisible hammer, slamming into the hearts of all those in the demonic path.

"Today, you will not be able to leave Qingyun Mountain."

He took a step forward, but his foot landed in the air.

Yet it seemed to resonate with the heartbeats of everyone present.

An invisible and intangible yet immensely despair-inducing pressure spread out like a tide.

Even those infamous demons couldn't help but feel an urge to retreat.

"What an arrogant person!"

A clear shout shattered the suffocating pressure.

He was the leader of the Moon Worship Cult who had remained silent and observing.

He could no longer maintain that detached calm; Dao Xuan had displayed his strength.

It was beyond his comprehension.

It even threatened the fundamental purpose of his trip, and even his own life.

He has to act!

Bai Yue's figure flickered, and he appeared on Dao Xuan's side like a ghost, flicking his wide robe sleeves.

It was not a fierce and unparalleled force, but a strange power that was yin, lingering, and carried a strong corrosive and spiritual invasion nature.

It silently enveloped Dao Xuan's back heart.

"I've come to learn from Baiyue!"

Seeing that Baiyue had broken the deadlock first, a fierce glint flashed in the Ghost King's eyes.

Knowing that at this moment it was a life-or-death struggle, with no room for reservations left.

He roared, "Attack together! We'll wear him down, we'll wear him down!"

As soon as he spoke, he suddenly slapped a small, ancient-looking tripod hanging at his waist.

The small cauldron grew taller in the wind, instantly transforming into a giant cauldron over ten feet tall. Its entire body was dark red, and its surface was carved with countless ferocious beast patterns, exuding an aura of primordial chaos, violence, and suppression of everything!

The Dragon-Subduing Cauldron!

The Ghost King Sect's most treasured artifact!

The Poison God's face was also contorted, and amidst his shrill roar, a faint, almost invisible ray of light with a tragically beautiful pink hue appeared.

It pierced through the void silently, heading straight for Dao Xuan's brow!

fast!

It was faster than thinking could process!

It was his insidious and deadly weapon that made him famous—the Love-Slaying Divine Dagger!

Meanwhile, the remaining demons, including Yu Yangzi and Sanmiao Fairy, were also present.

They suppressed their fear and unleashed their unique skills and magical treasures from all directions.

They launched a second, even more frantic and intense attack on Dao Xuan!

"Even if you all come at me together, what do I have to fear?"

Dao Xuan laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the surrounding area. He faced Bai Yue's insidious and unpredictable sneak attack.

He didn't even turn around, but instead struck out with his palm.

This palm strike, seemingly casual, actually contained his incredibly pure and perfected Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao cultivation.

The palm strike is not a forceful and violent one, but rather a vast and boundless force, like a celestial river rolling back, or a gentle spring breeze and rain, penetrating everywhere.

"Bang!"

Bai Yue's gentle and lingering strength collided with this powerful palm strike.

It was like ice and snow meeting the sun, instantly melting and disintegrating.

An irresistible force, following the flow of Qi, slammed into Baiyue's body.

"puff!"

Bai Yue's body trembled violently, his face turned pale, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

For the first time, a look of horror and disbelief appeared in his eyes.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, traveling more than ten feet.

He barely managed to steady himself, but his breathing was already disordered, and he had suffered serious internal injuries.

At this moment, the Poison God's Love-Slaying Dagger and the Ghost King's Dragon-Subduing Cauldron were both present.

And the attacks from other demons have just arrived!

The Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram in front of Dao Xuan shone brightly and its rotation suddenly accelerated!

Ding--!

The Love-Slaying Dagger pierced the light diagram, producing a crisp yet teeth-grinding sound.

That invincible sharpness was completely blocked by the supple and dense Tai Chi power, unable to advance an inch!

Boom!

The Fulong Cauldron crashed down with immense force!

The ferocious beast patterns on the cauldron seemed to come alive, emitting a silent roar, and its violent power seemed to want to crush everything.

The Tai Chi symbol rippled violently.

The rotation of the yin-yang fish showed a barely perceptible pause.

But the next moment, an even more dazzling clear light surged from Dao Xuan's body and poured into the diagram.

Om-!

A mysterious and profound power, seemingly capable of obliterating all things and returning them to their origin, suddenly erupted from the Tai Chi diagram!

"puff!"

The Ghost King was struck as if by a heavy blow, staggering backward and spitting out another mouthful of blood.

His face instantly turned ashen.

He was horrified to discover that the mental connection between himself and the Fulong Cauldron had become extremely weak under that annihilating force!

"Come back!" He desperately channeled his magic power, trying to retrieve the magical artifact.

However, under Dao Xuan's magical power, the Fulong Cauldron seemed to sink into an invisible quagmire.

The cauldron trembled violently, emitting a muffled "thump-thump" sound.

Yet they could never break free from that seemingly gentle but actually unbreakable bondage!

All of this is a long story, but it all happened in the blink of an eye.

From Baiyue coughing up blood and flying backwards to the Ghost King being injured and the Fulong Cauldron being subdued, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

On the square, all the remaining demons remained.

Whether they were fierce disciples of the demonic sect or arrogant masters of the demonic path.

At that moment, they all shivered involuntarily, a chill running from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads!

Powerful as Baiyue, cunning as Ghost King Wanrenwang, and shrewd as Poison God...

These beings, which they usually revere and fear, are different in front of Dao Xuan Zhenren.

So incredibly vulnerable!

Even when they joined forces to attack, they couldn't gain any advantage and instead suffered heavy losses!

All righteous people, whether they are disciples of Qingyun Sect or monks and laypeople of Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley.

Even those rogue cultivators who were coerced by the demonic cult and harbored evil intentions from the start.

A thought, unbidden and uncontrollably, arose in their minds—

Unrivaled!

Once this thought arises, it grows wildly like weeds and can no longer be suppressed!

Dao Xuan Zhenren is an invincible being in this world!

The Poison God endured the stinging pain in his soul caused by the damage to his magical artifact, and looked at the figure that seemed capable of carrying the heavens and the earth.

An unprecedented sense of despair and madness surged into my heart.

He knew that if they couldn't keep Dao Xuan here today, all of them would probably be buried in Qingyun!

He gritted his teeth, his expression turning ferocious, and with all his might, he roared in a piercing, ear-splitting voice:

"All Holy Sect disciples, listen up! Form ranks! Launch ranged attacks! Wear down the old thief Dao Xuan! Anyone who disobeys will be executed without mercy!"

The twenty-odd surviving demons of the Shangqing Realm.

And behind them, a dark mass of over three thousand elite disciples of the Demonic Sect, all of them pale-faced and filled with fear in their eyes.

But beneath the accumulated power of the Poison God lay an even deeper fear of Dao Xuan, a fear that ran deep in their bones.

The instinct to survive overcame everything.

Rather than be killed one by one, it's better to fight to the death!

"kill!!!"

Someone shouted first, and the next moment, more than three thousand people shouted in unison.

The sound was deafening, yet it carried an undeniable tremor.

Countless flying swords, demonic blades, bone staffs, soul banners...