The divine manifestations began at the Gongwei Division.

Lord Qingyang escorted Zhou Heng all the way to the Demon King Pingtian and stopped at the bottom of the steps.

The two sides were separated by more than ten steps, a distance of only a few feet.

The Demon King of Heaven's gaze fell on Zhou Heng, scrutinizing him from head to toe several times.

Zhou Heng's face was deathly pale; if he hadn't been held up by Qingyang Mountain Lord, he wouldn't have been able to stand up at all.

The Demon King of Pingtian couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

Is this the same person who killed its son and caused it to lose several of its generals?

"Qingyang, well done."

The Demon King Pingtian slowly said, "I will give you a great service."

After saying that, it spoke to Zhou Heng.

"I originally gave your Shu Province a chance, but since you didn't cherish it, you can't blame me."

The Demon King of Heaven grinned menacingly, "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"What if I don't want to die?"

Zhou Heng said weakly.

"You have no choice but to die. You must die."

The Demon King of Heaven said, "The only difference is whether you die a quick death or a terrible one."

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you hand over the Heaven-Reaching Pill willingly, I might let you die a peaceful death. Otherwise—"

"In that case..."

Zhou Heng shook his head and said, "I choose to let you die."

Before he could finish speaking, the red threads on his body snapped with a bang.

Lord Qingyang had already placed the Jinghong Blade into Zhou Heng's hand. Zhou Heng leaped forward, the blade flashing through the air as it slashed towards the Heavenly Demon King.

"court death!"

The Demon King Pingtian was furious.

With a roar, it raised its paw and reached forward to grab.

Swish!

A flash of white light appeared.

A moment of confusion appeared on the face of the Demon King Pingtian.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain surged through my heart.

The Demon King Pingtian couldn't help but let out a painful scream.

Its paws had separated from its arms and were flung high into the air.

The incision at the severed arm was smooth and even, with blood flowing profusely.

It is a dignified third-rank demon king, with a body that is impervious to swords and spears.

Now, his hand has been severed from his wrist by a human martial artist with a single strike?

The Demon King of Heaven felt his power being released with the blood, and he felt a weakness he had never experienced before.

In the blink of an eye, the glint of a blade was already upon them.

Zhou Heng gave it no chance to think, unleashing his full swordsmanship.

The Heavenly Demon King had no time to consider anything else. With a roar, its clothes tore apart, and it completely reverted to its original form.

A black bull, several meters tall, appeared there, and with a single flick of its horn, it accurately struck the blade.

clang!

With a crisp sound, Zhou Heng's momentum was finally stopped.

He almost dropped the Jinghong Blade in his hand.

The Demon King is, after all, the Demon King. Even when poisoned, his strength is far beyond that of ordinary demons.

Zhou Heng took two steps back, paused, then lunged forward again, slashing fiercely with his sword.

The Heavenly Demon King's eyes were filled with rage. He stood on three hooves, and the two bull horns on his head emitted a dazzling light.

Just as it was preparing to deliver a powerful blow to kill Zhou Heng.

suddenly.

The female demon who had been standing beside it moved swiftly behind it, snatched a spear from somewhere, and thrust it into the back of the Heavenly Demon King.

He was muttering to himself, "I'll let you use the back door, I'll let you use the back door!"

"Awoo!"

The Demon King of Pingtian suddenly stiffened and let out a shrill scream.

It was dealing with Zhou Heng when its favorite concubine suddenly launched a sneak attack. In addition, it was already poisoned, so its reaction was a beat slower.

Zhou Heng's eyelids twitched violently twice.

This looks painful.

Is this female demon Qingyang Mountain Lord's backup plan?

The thought flashed through Zhou Heng's mind, but his actions did not falter in the slightest.

The Jinghong Blade transformed into streaks of light, relentlessly striking the neck of the Heavenly Demon King.

puff!puff!

Blood splattered everywhere.

If this were during the peak of the Heavenly Demon King's power, even if it stood still, a fourth-rank martial artist wouldn't be able to harm it.

But now, it's unclear what kind of poison Qingyang Mountain Lord has given it, but its skin is much more fragile than before.

Even though Zhou Heng only displayed the strength of a fourth-grade martial artist, he still managed to inflict numerous wounds on the Heavenly Demon King.

Upon seeing the Demon King of the Heavenly Realm in his hands, the demon soldiers of the Demon Court rushed forward.

Before they could even get close, Lord Qingyang had already jumped out and wiped them all out.

The Demon King of Pingtian had just sent his generals out to hunt down the people of Shuzhou. Now, those left in the Demon Court were either low-level servants or demons who had already been bribed by Lord Qingyang Mountain.

Is there anyone else who can help the Demon King Pingtian?

After Lord Qingyang killed all the monsters, he turned around and helped Zhou Heng attack the Heavenly Demon King.

The Demon King Pingtian roared repeatedly, but the poison within him caused his strength to continuously decline.

In addition, its wounds continued to bleed, making it even weaker.

puff!

puff!

Two soft sounds.

Zhou Heng and Qingyang Mountain Lord simultaneously plunged their knives into the body of the Heavenly Demon King.

The Demon King of Pingtian let out a mournful scream.

Zhou Heng grabbed the horns of the Heavenly Demon King and slammed it to the ground.

The violent force slammed the Demon King of Heaven's head into the ground, embedding it deeply into the stone.

Lord Qingyang also took the opportunity to draw his sword and stab again.

Accompanied by a popping sound.

The Demon King of Pingtian's struggles grew weaker and weaker.

Finally, its massive body crashed to the ground.

The demon blood flowed down the steps like a blood-red stream.

Zhou Heng gripped the hilt of the Jinghong Blade, pulled the longsword from the body of the Pingtian Demon King, and with a swift stroke, severed the demon king's head.

Only then did Lord Qingyang breathe a long sigh of relief.

Although it had been planning for many years, it was still unsure whether it could kill the Heavenly Demon King.

If Zhou Heng hadn't just restrained the Heavenly Demon King, he might have actually broken free.

Fortunately, I didn't act impulsively and instead sought help from Zhou Heng.

Lord Qingyang's gaze fell on Zhou Heng, and he suddenly grinned.

"Now, you can start your escape."

It spoke, "The death of the Heavenly Demon King is your fault. I have to give the demons of the Demon Court an explanation."

"You want to kill me?"

Zhou Heng raised his head, looked at Lord Qingyang Mountain, and said calmly.

"It's not that I'm abandoning you after you've served your purpose, but if you don't die, I won't be able to explain the death of the Heavenly Demon King."

Lord Qingyang said with a regretful expression, "Actually, I had a very pleasant time cooperating with you this time, and I really didn't want to kill you."

So, I'll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to escape.

Lord Qingyang spoke sincerely, as if he had truly shown leniency towards Zhou Heng.

"So, I should thank you properly?"

Zhou Heng chuckled, "Although I knew you would make a move against me, I didn't expect you to be so impatient."

The blood of the Demon King of Pingtian hasn't even dried yet, and you're already so impatient.

That's good. I was a little embarrassed at first, but now—"

"What do you mean?"

As Lord Qingyang looked at Zhou Heng, a sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in his heart.

"Charge! Kill him!"

Lord Qingyang made a decisive decision and shouted loudly.

Its minions howled and pounced on Zhou Heng.

When Lord Qingyang Mountain surrendered to King Pingtian, he brought his subordinates with him, and these subordinates have been waiting by his side for some time now.

Now, at the command of Lord Qingyang Mountain, they charged forward without the slightest hesitation.

Zhou Heng snorted coldly.

boom!

His aura suddenly exploded.

"this--"

Lord Qingyang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Gusts of wind spread outwards from Zhou Heng, like boiling water.

Those monsters that charged forward were blown into a tumble, and those with weaker strength even coughed up blood and fainted with their eyes rolled back.

In an instant, the scene descended into chaos.

Lord Qingyang stumbled backward, nearly bumping into the female demon.

The demoness placed her hand on the back of Lord Qingyang Mountain, trembling all over.

Rank 3, Grandmaster!

Lord Qingyang suddenly turned pale.

It would never have imagined that Zhou Heng was actually a Grandmaster of Martial Arts Rank Three!

You think you have the guts to mess with me?

If you had that kind of strength, you could have killed me back in Shu Prefecture.

You're still pretending to negotiate with me?

If you have such strength, why did you pretend to have such a hard time killing the Heavenly Demon King just now?

Is it fun to trick monsters like this?

This is absolutely outrageous!

"Zhou Heng, we are allies—if you kill me, there will be no one to control the monsters in the mountains, and Shu Prefecture will surely be in chaos."

Lord Qingyang said in a trembling voice.

beat?

Give me a break.

It's only a fourth-rank martial artist. Even at the peak of the fourth rank, it's impossible for it to defeat a third-rank martial arts master.

Now even Lord Qingyang is starting to regret it.

If it hadn't deliberately sent out all the great demons of the Demon Court, now that all the demons are attacking together, they might be able to kill a third-grade martial arts grandmaster.

But now, the Demon Court is empty, and Zhou Heng is within reach.

It is definitely no match for Zhou Heng.

"You're too late."

Zhou Heng said calmly.

His figure suddenly vanished.

Swish!

A flash of light swept by.

The expression on Qingyang Mountain Lord's face instantly froze.

A clear line of blood appeared on its neck.

In an instant.

The blood vessels opened, and the blood gushed into the air, sending the head flying.

Zhou Heng grabbed Qingyang Mountain Lord's head with one hand, his figure soaring into the air, and disappeared from the sight of the monsters in the blink of an eye.

All the monsters collapsed to the ground, their faces showing expressions of relief at surviving a calamity.

at this time.

A series of roars echoed from afar.

The great demon who had been transferred from the demon court was sent back.

Only then did they realize why Zhou Heng had left without killing them.

It wasn't that Zhou Heng had taken pity on them and let them go; rather, these powerful demons had returned.

If surrounded by the great demons of the Demon Court, even a third-rank grandmaster would find it difficult to escape.

…………

call!

Zhou Heng's pores spewed out bursts of blood energy, propelling his body to fly through the air.

He was carrying two enormous heads in his hands, one being the bull's head of the Demon King of Pingtian, and the other the tiger's head of the Lord of Qingyang Mountain.

The great demon that had threatened Shuzhou for many years has come to an end.

Zhou Heng was also filled with a sense of relief.

If it weren't for the internal strife between Qingyang Mountain Lord and the Heavenly Demon King, killing the Heavenly Demon King wouldn't have been so easy for him.

At his peak, the Demon King Pingtian was a third-rank great demon.

Even in a one-on-one fight, Zhou Heng wasn't confident he could kill his opponent.

Moreover, the Heavenly Demon King is always surrounded by countless powerful demons, making it extremely difficult to kill him.

"Lord Qingyang has some clever methods; he actually managed to bring down a demon king."

Zhou Heng had no idea what methods Qingyang Mountain Lord had used to poison the Heavenly Demon King.

But this is not important.

With the deaths of Lord Qingyang Mountain and King Pingtian, the great demons of the Demon Court will likely fight for some time.

They certainly don't have time to invade Shu Prefecture now.

"I wonder if this achievement is enough for me to be promoted to commander."

Zhou Heng thought to himself.

With Dragon City Flying Peak in sight, his vision blurred with chaotic light and shadow, and the danger countdown reset to zero.

…………

On Feilai Peak in Longcheng.

Chen Zhaowu, Xue Zhiwei, and others guarded this place day and night.

Lu Zian recruited soldiers and sent them here in a steady stream.

They were ready to go to war with the Demon Court.

When Xue Zhiwei was inspecting the camp, he couldn't help but look up in the direction of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

It's been more than two months.

Zhou Heng has been in the Ten Thousand Mountains for more than two months.

The demon soldiers of the Demon Court have not yet attacked.

This is good news.

This at least proves that Zhou Heng is still alive.

If Zhou Heng were already dead, the Demon Court would have already marched down with its army.

The fact that the Demon Court remained silent meant that Zhou Heng was still alive and was still dealing with the Demon Court.

Xue Zhiwei really wanted to send scouts to the Ten Thousand Mountains to gather information.

However, before leaving, Zhou Heng strictly ordered them not to act rashly.

"With so many fourth-rank demons under the command of the Heavenly Demon King, Zhou Heng's ability to hold his own for two months is already astonishing."

If it weren't for the chaos in the Demon Court, with Zhou Heng's talent, he would have surely become a commander sooner or later.

Unfortunately, we encountered this turmoil.

Xue Zhiwei thought to herself.

It would be such a pity if such a genius were to perish in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Just then, Xue Zhiwei suddenly saw a figure flying towards her from a distance.

"not good!"

Xue Zhiwei's heart sank.

Those who can fly are either the Heavenly Demon King or a bird-like monster.

"Enemy attack!"

Xue Zhiwei shouted loudly without hesitation.

For an instant.

Warning horns sounded from Feilai Peak.

Everyone sprang into action, forming ranks and preparing to meet the enemy.

Chen Zhaowu appeared beside Xue Zhiwei, drew his sword, and his arm trembled slightly.

He was usually bold, but seeing the flying figure, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

If it can fly, then it's a demon king.

If he were to truly face the Demon King, he, a mere sixth-rank martial artist, would probably not even be able to withstand a single move from him.

"It's over."

Chen Zhaowu muttered, "Even the Demon King of Pingtian has taken action personally, so the Zhenfu Envoy is definitely doomed."

Judging from this situation, the Suppressor probably killed quite a few demons from the Demon Court before he was finished; otherwise, the Heavenly Demon King wouldn't have been so enraged as to personally come and kill him.

"It's worth it for the pacification envoy to die if he can anger the Heavenly Demon King to this extent."

I wonder how many monsters I'll kill before I die.

Chen Zhaowu gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, the fear on his face gradually disappearing, replaced by a fierce fighting spirit.

Xue Zhiwei was initially a little nervous, but upon hearing Chen Zhaowu's mutterings, she calmed down.

"Since death is inevitable, let's fight with all our might."

We must not let the monsters set foot on Feilai Peak before we die in battle.

As for what happens to us after we die, let the floodwaters rise up with us.

Xue Zhiwei spread his arms, and immortal energy surged within his body.

In an instant, the wind rose.

Just at this time.

The figures in the distance were getting closer and closer.

Xue Zhiwei and Chen Zhaowu finally saw the appearance of the newcomer clearly.

"Wait, don't attack yet, it looks like it's coming—"

Xue Zhiwei said, "The Garrison Commander!"

"Could it be a monster in disguise?"

Chen Zhaowu frowned. "The pacification commander is only a fourth-rank cultivator. When did he learn to fly?"

"Hmm, it must be a monster in disguise!"

"Damn monster! Killing the garrison commander wasn't enough, you even have to defile his body! Die!"

Before Xue Zhiwei could stop him, Chen Zhaowu had already sprinted forward. After running for dozens of feet, he stomped his feet on the ground and soared into the sky, rising several feet into the air, and threw the long sword in his hand at the figure in the air.