Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

Countless shrill screams and terrified cries, mixed with the sharp explosions of colliding magical artifacts, surged in like a tidal wave, instantly shattering the tranquility of the seabed.

"What happened?"

Master Xuangu suddenly stood up, his expression changed drastically, and his divine sense spread out instantly.

Whale Cloud's face also turned pale, and he looked out of the pavilion with shock, anger and disbelief in his eyes.

The once brightly lit and bustling market has now descended into a chaotic hell.

Dozens of demonic figures, each with a different shape and a ferocious appearance, were rampaging through the area without restraint.

These demons are at least at the early Foundation Establishment stage.

Three even more imposing and ferocious figures hovered in mid-air, coldly observing the scene; they were none other than Golden Core demons.

Wherever it passed, coral houses collapsed, and the Pearl River lights went out, turning the once prosperous scene into ruins in an instant.

Amidst flashing swords and flickering magic, accompanied by incessant screams, figures fell like mowing grass.

Blood instantly stained the clear seawater red, and severed limbs floated with the waves.

They were ruthless and merciless, killing anyone they saw.

Just as a shopkeeper selling clam spirits presented his treasured spirit pearl, he was torn to pieces along with the pearl by a dark claw shadow.

A squad of shrimp soldiers patrolling the market formed a battle formation to resist, but were swept by a scarlet demonic fire and instantly turned into charcoal.

Even more aquatic women and children cried out and fled, only to be swept up by a gust of demonic wind and crashed onto the coral reefs, their flesh mangled and bloodied.

The once bustling stalls were trampled and looted, and spiritual materials and treasures were scattered all over the ground and crushed into dust by the violent demonic power.

"No! My shop!"

"Run!"

"Let's fight them!"

"Help--!"

The few Qi Refining stage guards from the Dragon Whale Clan who were originally stationed in the market were now like headless flies, trying to organize a weak resistance.

However, when their magical weapons struck those Foundation Establishment demons, only a few sparks flew before they were shattered by a backhand, their bodies and armor brutally torn apart.

They died without understanding why the experts above the Foundation Establishment stage in their clan had been quietly transferred away this morning.

They were left behind as insignificant outcasts, facing this sudden and devastating catastrophe.

The entire market was shattered, stalls overturned, and blood flowed like a river.

The cries and laughter mingled together, creating a scene of utter devastation.

The three Golden Core demons, suspended in mid-air, paid no attention to this.

One of the demons, clad in bone armor and sporting a single horn, licked the blood splattered from the corner of his mouth. His voice was hoarse as a millstone, carrying a hint of lazy cruelty:

"Tsk, they're just a bunch of small fry, not even a decent Foundation Establishment cultivator. It's not satisfying to kill them."

Another demon, shrouded in gray mist, its bat wings barely visible, emitted a low, guttural laugh:

"It seems the Dragon Whale clan is truly finished; even their guard dogs are now just toothless wrecks."

These baby dragon whales are quite vigorous, but unfortunately too weak; they're not very tasty to chew.

The last one, a burly demon as large as a small mountain with bluish-black skin, wielded a giant bone axe and spoke in a booming voice, his tone as cold as iron:

"Quickly finish the job and clean it up."

They didn't even bother to lift a finger themselves, simply ensuring that no one could escape, allowing their demons to carry out this one-sided massacre.

In just a short while, the thick stench of blood even penetrated the water and permeated the Whale Cloud Pavilion.

"How dare they?"

Whale Cloud's hand, gripping the window frame, trembled violently; his eyes were bloodshot; his voice was distorted with rage.

"Those...those are all disciples of my Dragon Whale Clan! Even though they are Qi Refining cultivators, they are still members of our clan!"

How could my brother be so heartless as to abandon them like pawns!

His face was drained of color, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable grief and despair.

Master Xuangu also had a solemn expression and said in a low voice:

"What ruthless methods!"

It seems the collection of spiritual items is complete; now it's time to massacre the market and destroy all evidence!

Before Master Xuangu could finish speaking, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out.

"Boom!"

The door trembled violently as a bone spear wreathed in black energy slammed into the door's protective barrier, producing a dull thud.

The protective light flickered violently, groaning under its strain, and ripples spread wildly, causing the entire pavilion to tremble slightly.

"Huh? This dilapidated house even has a tortoise shell? Whose lair is this?"

Above the market, the green-skinned giant axe demon grinned, revealing its sharp white teeth, and chuckled in a deep, gruff voice, its eyes filled with even more cruel mockery.

Xuan Gu Shangren's heart sank as he looked at Chen Jiao and Jing Yun:

"We've been discovered!"

Whale Cloud gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes:

"I'll go out and distract them! You two fellow Daoists, flee at once!"

However, before he could finish speaking, Chen Jiao slowly stood up, his black robes fluttering even without wind.

"Walk?"

His voice was not loud, but it was like the clash of cold iron, clearly penetrating the pavilion door and spreading throughout the bloody market.

"A bunch of trash."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped to the door, raised his hand, and waved his sleeve.

"boom--!"

The precarious water elemental barrier wasn't reinforced; rather, it was shattered from within by an overwhelmingly powerful force.

The light exploded, and fragments scattered everywhere!

The pavilion door was wide open!

All the demons, including the three Golden Core demons in the air, were drawn to this sudden turn of events.

They all turned to look at the suddenly opened pavilion door and the figure in black robes standing with his hands behind his back inside.

Chen Jiao stepped forward and stood before the steps, his gaze sweeping across the entire area like two tangible beams of cold lightning.

There was no spiritual light shining around him, but a fierce and murderous aura, honed from being tempered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, emanated from him, forcing the surrounding demonic energy back three points.

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority, and his gaze finally settled on the three Golden Core demons:

"How dare you disturb my peace and quiet?"

A savage excitement flashed in the giant red eyes of the green-skinned giant axe demon, and it roared in a deep voice:

"Another one sent to their death!"

He raised the giant white bone axe in his hand, bringing with it a crimson glow, and was about to strike!

"boom!"

A dull, loud bang!

The arrogant green-skinned, white-boned demon was slammed down from mid-air before he could even let out a scream.

It crashed heavily onto the ravaged market floor below.

Debris flew everywhere, and a huge crater was smashed into the ground.

The entire body of the Green-skinned White Bone Demon was embedded in the bottom of the pit, and the giant white bone axe flew out of its hand and stuck diagonally to the side.

His demonic energy dissipated, and countless bones were broken. Only his limbs twitched slightly, but he could not move at all.

Those huge, crimson eyes were filled with unbelievable fear and bewilderment, as if they couldn't understand why they had been defeated so decisively and thoroughly.

With a single claw strike, the Golden Core Demon King bowed his head to the ground.

The bustling market was completely replaced by a deeper, deathly silence.

Only the white bone demon, pressed to the bottom of the pit and unable to move, let out a faint, painful groan, which sounded particularly jarring in the silence.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a black dragon coiled in the air, its cold, crimson-gold vertical pupils slowly sweeping across the entire area.

Any demon touched by his gaze felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, its heart and soul chilled to the bone.