Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

Transform into a hundred-foot giant!

The golden cudgel in his hand was enlarged proportionally, carrying the momentum to crush stars, and he smashed it down!

"puff!"

The last demon lord's head exploded like a watermelon!

Brain matter mixed with blood sprayed everywhere!

Of the five demon lords, three were dead and two were injured!

The survivors were terrified and fled in a panic!

[Ding! 3 seventh-tier demon lords killed!]

[Kill Value +30000!]

[Current kill count: 40000 points!]

The battlefield fell silent.

Smoke filled the air, and the stench of blood was pungent.

Chen Xing stood leaning on his cane, and his hundred-foot-tall Dharma form slowly shrank.

The cloak of raging flames fluttered in the wind, rustling like a banner of victory.

Chen Poshan arrived, stepping through the air, and looked at the devastation before him.

Amidst the battlefield strewn with corpses, his eyes were filled with both relief and solemnity.

He walked over to Chen Xing and patted him heavily on the shoulder:

"Well done. But the White Tiger Demon Lord will not let this go."

"The ruins of Qingshan are about to be destroyed; you must be extra careful."

Chen Xing nodded. Zi Ming and Po Tian automatically returned to his side.

He gazed into the depths of the demon's lair, there.

An even stronger enemy lies in wait, and the mystery of the Dragon Emperor awaits to be unveiled.

The ruins of Qingshan will be open for another month.

He gripped the golden cudgel tightly, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit:

"Kill as many as they come."

The old man's famous quote reappears, exuding domineering power.

Within her sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Xiao jumped excitedly:

"Brother Xing is so handsome! Σ(дﾟ∀ﾟ)!"

Potian, carrying the dragon-patterned staff, grinned, his wild excitement barely concealed by the bloodstains covering him.

……

In the Rift Valley, the smoke of battle gradually dissipated, but the stench of blood remained pungent.

On the battlefield, human soldiers silently carried the remains of fallen soldiers.

Forty-seven young bodies were left forever on this land.

The seriously wounded were carried onto stretchers, their groans suppressed and painful.

The corpses of the demon race were piled up like mountains, and there were more than 8,000 elite soldiers.

Along with three peak sixth-order demon emperors and two seventh-order demon lords.

They all turned into cold corpses.

The vanguard battalion was completely wiped out.

A brief but solemn memorial service was held in the Demon Hunter Warzone.

Chen Xing, clad in the Chaos Flame Battle Armor, stood silently at the very front of the group.

He bowed his head slightly and remained silent in mourning.

Behind him, Potian gripped the dragon-patterned staff tightly, his eyes red-rimmed.

Zi Ming also quieted down, unusually, and rested her head on Chen Xing's shoulder.

The arrogance of the past had faded in the purple dragon's eyes, replaced by a sense of solemnity.

Only after the killings do we realize the weight of peace.

After the ceremony concluded, Long Zhenyue, Commander-in-Chief of the Southern Theater Command, was present.

The aura of an eighth-tier overlord was not deliberately flaunted.

Yet it stands like an ancient, towering mountain, inspiring awe and reverence.

He was tall and strong with a resolute face.

His eyes were bright and piercing, faintly revealing the majesty of an ancient emperor.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, finally settling on Chen Xing.

It lingered for a long time, especially on the purple-gold baby dragon on Chen Xing's shoulder.

A complex emotion flashed in Long Zhenyue's eyes—

There was shock, and there was reminiscence.

There was also a subtle sense of relief.

He spoke in a deep, resonant voice that echoed throughout the hall:

"It's...it's so similar. It looks exactly like the divine beast that accompanied His Majesty the Dragon Emperor back then."

He looked at Chen Xing, his gaze intense:

"Chen Xing, you did a great job. You deserve the most credit for this battle!"

"With the body of a sixth-realm cultivator, he slew a seventh-tier demon lord, broke through an army of ten thousand, and turned the tide of battle!"

Long Zhenyue waved his hand and solemnly announced:

"Comrade Chen Xing is hereby awarded the rank of Major in the Southern Theater Command!"

"Awarding the First Class Demon Hunter Medal!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

Then thunderous applause erupted!

Such a young major! Unprecedented!

Deserved!

Chen Xing stepped forward, his posture ramrod straight.

Receive medals and appointment documents.

His expression was calm, without much emotion.

Long Zhenyue looked at Chen Xing with the approval of an elder in his eyes.

He took out a simple and unadorned jade amulet from his pocket.

The amulet was as warm and smooth as water, yet it faintly emitted a spatial fluctuation that made one's heart tremble.

He handed the amulet to Chen Xing, his tone solemn:

"This item is an eighth-tier protective talisman."

"It can withstand a full-force attack from a mid-level or lower-level expert of the eighth rank."

"Worth 100,000 military merits, even with military merits, it's not guaranteed that you can get it."

"Keep it."

Within her sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Xiao screamed excitedly:

"Wow! An eighth-tier protective amulet! Σ(дﾟ∀ﾟ)!"

"This is the trump card among trump cards! Commander Long is truly generous!"

"Brother Xing, quickly cling to his leg! (ﾉ＞∀＜)ﾉ♡"

Chen Xing was startled. He knew this item was precious.

A single strike from an eighth-tier expert is enough to destroy mountains and rivers.

Having this talisman is equivalent to having an extra life.

He accepted it with both hands and bowed solemnly.

"Thank you, Commander!"

Then, he carefully put the amulet away close to his body.

Its warm, smooth texture brings a sense of inexplicable comfort.

……

024 Deep within the Demon Cave, in a deathly silent palace.

White Tiger Demon Lord, Dark Phoenix Demon Lord, Blood Rock Demon Lord

The three eighth-tier giants gathered in a somber atmosphere.

On the water mirror, the scene of Chen Xing killing the demon lord and breaking through to the middle level of the sixth realm was played repeatedly.

The White Tiger Demon Lord slammed his fist on the armrest of the throne, sending stone chips flying, his rage almost overflowing the water mirror.

"Damn it! This kid's combat power has already reached the peak of the seventh-tier demon lord! Or even stronger!"

The Dark Phoenix Demon Lord sighed, a hint of barely perceptible apprehension in his voice:

"Alas... My You'er, though she has broken through to the seventh rank, is far from being his match."

"This child's growth rate is simply monstrous!"

The Blood Rock Demon Lord spoke in a hoarse voice, his face showing...

Overcast and gloomy:

"Do we have to take action ourselves?"

"But... that would break the tacit understanding between the eight realms and trigger a full-scale war in the Dragon Kingdom."

"The cost is too high."

The Dark Phoenix Demon Lord sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"The Chinese nation's cultural heritage is becoming increasingly profound."

"That Long Zhenyue is a descendant of the Dragon Empress, and his potential is limitless."

"What's more, there's also that old codger Long Hengfei, a ninth-level transcendent being, overseeing things."

"If we act rashly, we will be met with swift and severe retaliation, and the losses will outweigh the gains."

The three demon lords fell silent. The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

After a long while, the White Tiger Demon Lord gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with a killing intent that seemed to solidify into a tangible form:

"The Qingshan Ruins will open in about twenty days."

"That place has special rules; those above the eighth realm cannot enter. This is our only chance!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice icy and chilling:

"We can send a peak seventh-tier assassin, at any cost—to kill him!"

"If this child is not eliminated, we will all have nowhere to be buried ten years from now!"

The Dark Phoenix Demon Lord and the Blood Rock Demon Lord exchanged a glance, both seeing the ruthlessness and determination in each other's eyes.

Killing intent frantically gathered in the abyss!

……

After leaving the Demon Hunter Zone, Chen Xing, Po Tian, ​​and Zi Ming...

Board your personal war chariot and embark on your journey home.

The Flame Cloak has been added to the Burning Dragon Ring.

Zi Ming, perched on Chen Xing's shoulder, seemed to still be immersed in the grim atmosphere of the battlefield and was fast asleep.

Potian, holding the dragon-patterned staff, leaned back in his chair and dozed off.

Outside the car window, the southern wilderness rushed past, gradually being replaced by plains and hills.

A deep, aged voice echoed in Chen Xing's mind.

It was the old man with the stick:

"The ruins of the green hills, the ancient battlefield, where opportunities and dangers coexist."

"The Way of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven—we shall contend with Heaven itself!"

……