Achieving physical sainthood starting from Hunyuan Gong

Chapter 105 Slaughtering Eight Generals

"Arrogant!! Arrogant!! Extremely arrogant!!"

"Humanity!! You have committed unspeakable sins!!"

"We, a sacred race blessed by heaven and earth, have absorbed the essence of the sun and moon for hundreds of years, condensing our perfect demon cores and attaining the rank of Demon General. How could a lowly human like you possibly compare to us???"

"You are but a mortal, a mere child, yet you dare to attempt to contend with us."

"Tear him apart!!!!"

The urge to kill is rising.

The death of the golden toad did not frighten them; instead, it aroused the bloodthirsty ferocity of these demons.

The six demon generals were covered in layers of scales, their wing-like shoulder blades slightly open, burning their demonic blood and awakening the power of their ancient bloodline, determined to crush the human before them with their physical bodies.

This is a source of pride that belongs only to them.

The demon race is born strong; once they unfurl their scales and bone spikes, they become invincible weapons.

A massive shockwave, carrying demonic energy and true qi, shook the entire snowfield. Countless snowflakes rose into the air, hovering in mid-air. Each snowflake contained the lingering essence of true qi, enveloping the ruins of the Guardian Pavilion in a layer of shimmering white light.

"Burn his demonic blood!! Defeat him!! Crush him!!"

Thick plumes of smoke rose into the air.

The air currents that spread across the land were vast and powerful, and the roars were like war drums. The killing intent gathered by the high-level demon powerhouses was like the powerful military spirit of thousands of troops, and it emitted a chilling light under the snow and moon.

The overwhelming killing intent was like a thousand troops charging in together.

As the saying goes, this is not a battle, but a war, a bloodthirsty war, a war that burns with life.

This made Song Shen feel that all the martial arts he had cultivated over the past few hundred years using the Dao Fruit had not been wasted. Now, his vicious enemies had already set the stage for him, and all that was left was to immerse himself in it and perform to his heart's content.

"Excellent, this scene ignites my blood."

"Open up, Break Army!!"

"I will not lose! Today, I alone will crush all of you self-important cats and dogs hiding in the mountains!!!"

After the star burned, the true energy in Song Shen's body immediately seemed to boil, and a wisp of pale golden smoke began to billow from his body.

Break through limits and attain great freedom and ease.

The Primordial Chaos True Body unleashed another layer of power at this moment.

"I have inexhaustible energy throughout my body!!!!"

The punch, brimming with immense power, instantly forced the demons back a great distance.

Wind God Nine Illusions - Kunpeng Crossing the Sea!!!

With a flash, five afterimages exploded simultaneously, chasing after the direction Song Shen was moving in. Each afterimage was accompanied by a golden tail of qi, and they looked almost identical.

Xuanhu reacted the fastest, its demonic claws flashing as it viciously grabbed at the nearest afterimage. "And me!! Take my Mountain-Shaking, Heaven-Splitting Fist!!"

"?! "

The black tiger was incredibly fast, while the giant bear stomped its feet on the ground and bounced up with terrifying recoil.

Houses collapsed and buildings crumbled along the road, bricks and stones flew into the air and scattered everywhere, and the sound of explosions was like thunder in winter.

"Um?"

The black tiger was the fastest, pouncing on the golden figure with one claw. However, the afterimage that vanished like quicksand from its fingertips told it that it was just an afterimage.

The next instant, a large hand reached out from behind him and gripped the back of his neck.

"Die!!!"

Like a thunderous roar exploding in his ears, Xuanhu's pupils shrank, and all his muscles tensed instinctively. He was about to launch a counterattack, but the hand had already exerted its strength, lifting his entire massive body up and slamming it hard to the ground.

boom!

The ground collapsed, and debris flew everywhere.

Song Shen did not stop.

With a tap of his left foot, his figure vanished once more. The numerous demons who had missed their target scattered, kicking up clouds of dust on the ground. Song Shen's speed was incredible; he had completely merged with the howling divine wind, moving with incredible speed, almost invisible, flashing and shifting within the encirclement of the demons like a dragon swimming in the ocean.

At that moment, Xuanhu only saw a blurry golden light flash past his eyes, followed by a muffled explosion—his left shoulder, along with most of his spine, was shattered by a punch.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Xuanhu let out a shrill scream, its demonic power surging wildly as it tried to heal its wounds.

"You need to work hard to recover! Set the bones, suture the scales, and reconnect the fascia. Time is running out!!"

"Keep up with the speed of my punch!!!"

Song Shen's punches suddenly accelerated.

The second punch!

The third punch!

The fourth punch!

The hundredth punch!

The Qi erupted to its limit!

Physical strength pushed to its limit!

But with each punch, the force increased exponentially. Xuanhu's body deformed at a visible speed in the wind of the punch, and the sound of bones breaking was continuous, like a string of firecrackers exploding inside his body.

With his fifth punch, Song Shen pressed down hard on the top of Song Shen's head, channeling all his strength into the blow.

The head of that Xuanhu demon was directly pressed into its chest cavity.

[Achieved the Essence Dao Fruit: Xuanhu Demon General (Year 116)]

"Human!! You killed Xuanhu!! I, Old Bear, will tear you to pieces!!"

After shattering Xuanhu's spine with a single punch, a deep roar echoed from the ruins, like muffled thunder rolling across the snowfield.

As the rubble exploded, a colossal creature, the Mountain-Shaking Bear, rose from behind the ruins of the Guardian Pavilion. It had been lurking in the shadows, but could no longer contain itself.

He was a size larger than Xuanhu, his jet-black fur standing on end like steel needles, and an old scar on his chest that stretched from his shoulder blade to his waist, a mark left from his battle with Canglang. Crimson flames burned in his vertical pupils, and as he slammed his palms into the ground, the foundation of the entire Shouxin Pavilion trembled, and snow fell softly from the cracks in the ruins.

Before he could even shake off and wipe away the shattered bones and demonic blood on his iron hand, Song Shen slightly turned his head and said, "Your turn!"

With a deafening roar, the Mountain-Shaking Bear slammed its paws into the ground, launching itself like a mountain of flesh, carrying destructive power as it crashed down on Song Shen. Its palms created a visible shockwave in the air, shattering snowflakes into white mist, blowing away pebbles, and even forcing Yuan Fu, who was some distance away, to take a half-step back.

Song Shen didn't retreat an inch, facing the mountain of flesh that was pressing down on him, and struck out with his own palm.

The golden palm print collided with the giant paw of the Mountain-Shaking Bear, producing a dull, resounding crash, like two mountains colliding.

The Mountain-Shaking Bear's right arm exploded on the spot, blood and flesh flying everywhere, bone fragments protruding from the elbow, the entire arm hanging limply at his side like a broken tree branch. His body paused in the air for a moment, then flew back at an even faster speed, smashing through the only remaining half of the Guardian Pavilion's wall, and was blasted straight into the pile of rubble.

With a single step, Song Shen was in mid-air, unleashing a rain of golden palms that clashed and merged into a massive net of attack, completely enveloping the enormous bear's body.

The Mountain-Shaking Bear had nowhere to escape from the net of palms; each golden palm print felt like a small mountain crashing into its chest.

His left arm tried to block, but it was instantly shattered. The scales on his chest were blown off by the second palm strike. The third, fourth, and fifth palm strikes hit the same spot in succession, causing his chest cavity to cave in and his ribs to break into several pieces, piercing his heart and protruding from his back.

His vertical pupils reflected that young, expressionless face, and a muffled roar escaped his throat, sounding both resentful and relieved.

Song Shen landed on the ground and withdrew his palm.

The massive body of the Mountain-Shaking Bear froze for a moment before collapsing with a crash, smashing into the snow and splattering a cloud of black blood mist. The last glimmer of light in its pupils vanished.

[Achieved the Essence Dao Fruit: Demon General Mountain-Shaking Bear (Year 102)]

Iron Hand continued to drip bright red blood.

Song Shen delivered a flying kick, sending the massive corpse of the Xuanhu hurtling towards him. Yuan Fu roared and dodged with lightning speed.

"Next one," he said.

Poison Scorpion and Ape An attacked from both sides. Poison Scorpion's stinger, glowing with a ghostly green light, pierced Song Shen's back. Ape An spread its claws, and the claw shadows, infused with demonic power, closed in like two large doors.

He raised his left hand, fingers spread, to meet the scorpion's stinger. The stinger, capable of piercing even the hardest steel, pierced Song Shen's palm with a piercing, crisp sound—

The needle tip snapped off instantly!

Before the scorpion could react in time, Song Shen had already grabbed the broken needle and plunged it into its eye socket, causing a surge of blood foam to rise.

"Ugh!!"

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Scorpion screamed and retreated, while Song Shen turned to face Yuan An's claws.

The Vajra Palm technique was unleashed instantly.

A dense array of spiraling palm shadows surged from his hands, colliding head-on with Yuan An's claw shadows. Wherever the palm shadows passed, the scales on the demon claws shattered and peeled off piece by piece, eventually even the bones began to crack, all the way up to Yuan An's shoulder, his entire arm disintegrating inch by inch.

Ape An let out a miserable howl and retreated violently.

There was no chance to catch our breath!

The sound of the explosion was like thunder and raging fire!

Song Shengang unleashed his full power, stomping on his lower abdomen with a powerful and fierce force. The demon's body folded up and flew out like a fully drawn bow, crashing into a courtyard wall in the distance, causing the wall to collapse.

Dust flew everywhere, snow danced in the sky, and a row of houses was razed to the ground in an instant.

Scorpion covered his eyes, his other cloudy eye staring intently at him, his vertical pupil filled with horror and confusion.

But where Song Shen's large hand was pierced by the poisoned needle, blood radiating a burning glow flowed out. The remaining dark poison only lingered in the flowing blood for a moment before dissipating like snowflakes falling into the air, leaving only a wisp of smoke drifting away.

It was refined in an instant!

"Why??? This extraordinary poison, refined over a hundred years, capable of corroding fine steel and black iron, cannot even penetrate your flesh and blood?! Impossible, utterly impossible!!"

Song Shen stepped forward and grabbed the scorpion's head.

"Haha, you weaklings!!! You think it's my turn to teach you a lesson? Don't tell me how many years you've lived!"

"You can't even understand the most basic principle: growing old doesn't make you stronger. When you hide in the mountains, eking out a living like trash, when you only dare to attack ordinary people, when you treat slaughtering civilians as hunting, you've already lost. You hunt them, but I hunt you!"

"Come, come, let me show you what a fist truly forged by time looks like!"

The iron fist slammed out, its immense force clamping the scorpion's massive head like a wooden barrel bound by iron hoops. Scales shattered, bone fragments protruded, and dark red demonic blood spurted from between his fingers, flowing down Song Shen's wrist.

"Too weak."

Do you know?

"Originally, I had been preparing for today's feast for many days, luring and arranging it repeatedly, as if facing a formidable enemy, only wanting to kill to my heart's content. In the end, you lot couldn't even withstand a few of my punches, your bones breaking and your scales tearing open at the drop of a hat. How can trash like you satisfy my desires?"

With a single slap, the scorpion's head exploded, and its corpse slid from his palm, crashing onto the snow. Its six legs kicked in the air before it fell silent.

[Achieved the Essence Dao Fruit: Poisonous Scorpion Demon General (Year 114)]

Only Yuanfu, Yuanshou, and Yuanan, who lay in the ruins and smashed into a pulp, remained in the snow.

As Yuan Fu witnessed all this, the hair on his body stood on end, a fear bordering on despair. He had lived for over seven hundred years and was second only to the Old Mountain Lord in Zhaoyao Mountain, but at this moment, what he felt from this young man was a gap he could not comprehend at all.

"How could this happen—"

Hundreds of years.

In the simulated time and space, Song Shen, with his innate talent of eternal proof, had painstakingly cultivated the Limitless Primordial True Body for hundreds of years, a feat that no demon cultivator with only a few hundred years of experience could match.

"You are nowhere near as exhilarating to fight as that wolf."

Song Shen shook his head and sighed, as if he were reminiscing about a true powerhouse. In the Dao Fruit's time and space, hundreds of years of cultivation, hundreds of years of seeking the Dao, and hundreds of years of pursuit changed his attitude towards life and his thoughts on the path of cultivation. Life is meaningless. If one spends hundreds or thousands of years of martial arts and still can't find a single opponent, then that is truly casting pearls before swine, that is truly bland and tasteless.

Therefore, facing the powerful demons that could crush him from the shadows at any moment, Song Shen's heart was pounding faster, and his crimson blood, shimmering with rosy light, was burning hot like magma.

Shaking off the broken bones and demonic blood from his fist, Song Shen turned to look at the remaining demons, their狰狞 faces revealing trembling terror.

"Don't tell me you're afraid, terrified, or want to run away."

Ape Shou spoke in a trembling voice: "Boss—we—"

"escape?"

Yuan Fu slowly stood up and stood still.

"After hundreds of years of preparation, I, Zhaoyao Mountain, have given everything."

Yuan Fu's voice did not tremble; it remained calm and steady.

"In this age of demonic resurgence, those ancestors who once built unparalleled industries on this land will once again bestow upon us demonic glory. Why should we retreat and slumber again, allowing humanity to write their laughable history of brilliance?"

"No!"

Yuanfu's voice was powerful and resonant, like the booming of a war drum being beaten at full speed!

"This time, our demon race will not lose to you humans again. Azure Wolf, Black Tiger, Poisonous Scorpion, Golden Toad, Mountain-Shaking Bear—and my brother Yuan An, so what if we shed the first drop of blood in this great war?"

History will remember us!

"Look at the power that Heaven has given us, so that you may know that we are the true masters of this world!!"

Ape, bathed in demonic blood, emerged from the ruins with a tumor-like leg.

"Big brother, I'm not dead yet—"

Yuan Fu looked at Yuan An in the corner with some surprise, "Alright, in the end, we brothers are still of one mind."

"Ancestor—Ancestor, Part 1—"

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He let out a low roar, and the remaining demonic power within his body surged wildly, causing each of his bristling hairs to stand up crimson—a sign that the most ancient bloodline memories of the ape race had been forcibly awakened.

"The Ape Clan, an ancient lineage, bestow upon me! Power that reaches to the heavens and the earth!!"

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boom-

Ape An's mangled body suddenly swelled up, the blood from his severed arm stopped flowing, and instead, crimson bone spurs emerged from the cracks in his bones, instantly filling the severed arm again. His eyes turned pure crimson, his demonic power surged threefold, and he transformed into a crimson afterimage, lunging towards Song Shen.

Upon seeing this, Yuanfu and Yuanshou exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with the same resolute determination.

The two figures simultaneously unleashed demonic light, scalding blood seeping from beneath their scales, each wisp of demonic power carrying an ancient,

An aura almost divine—this is the trump card that the seven demon generals have kept hidden, a forbidden power that even the old mountain lord rarely uses.

Three figures approached simultaneously from three directions.

"Very well, though you are easily defeated, at least you didn't kneel down and beg for mercy! You deserve the death I bestow upon you as a warrior!"

No dodging!

No retreat!

Body against body!

Fist to fist!

Qi against demonic blood!

Yuan An arrived first, his crimson claws carrying a powerful gust of wind that tore through the void, aiming straight for Song Shen's face.

Song Shen raised his hand and met the attack with a palm strike. A bone-chilling heat emanated from his palm. This power was several times more potent than the previous demonic energy, carrying an almost bloodline-cursing corrosive quality.

But it was only scorching hot.

The moment their palms clashed, Yuan An's demonic power, which had surged threefold, shattered violently in Song Shen's palm. The crimson figure was thrown back and crashed into Yuan Fu's oncoming form, causing both of them to freeze in place.

"Summon me, Demon Soldier!!"

Taking advantage of this momentary opening, Yuan Shou pounced from the side and rear, his entire body glowing with crimson demonic light, which coalesced into a penetrating spear that pierced straight into Song Shen's back.

Song Shen dodged to the side and then punched Yuan Shou in the chest with his backhand.

That punch contained no protective energy or true essence; it was pure power. But what carried this power was the foundation forged by the Primordial Chaos True Body over hundreds of years.

The scales on Yuan Shou's chest shattered with a crack, and he was blasted more than ten feet away by the punch, crashing into the city wall. The wall cracked like a spider web, and he slid off the wall and lay on the ground, making a strange gurgling sound in his throat as his demonic power rapidly dissipated.

The price of forcibly activating his bloodline power is now backfiring on his very foundation.

A fierce fighting spirit is about to burst forth!

The demonic sword at Song Shen's waist was trembling rapidly, yearning to be drawn and to drink its fill of demonic blood!

"Repair my battle blade, and slay all demons!!"

The large hand reached towards the long-dormant demon sword, which was forged from the spine of an ancient demon's remnant and was emitting a high-pitched sound within its sheath.

The urge to kill is rising!

The moment the blade was drawn, the wind across the entire snowfield abruptly stopped, and all the snowflakes suspended in the air seemed to be paused, remaining completely still.

"Secret Technique: Wind and Thunder Slash!"

A sudden flash of sword light erupted, its clang echoing across the sky.

The sky was filled with the rain of sword light, and golden lightning exploded and surged on every blade of light. Wherever the sword wind passed, the suspended snow particles were instantly cut into dust, turning into a silver mist.

Yuan Fu and Yuan An retreated simultaneously, unleashing their full demonic power to erect a thick protective barrier. However, the rain of blades gave them no chance to catch their breath; wherever the blades passed, the protective demonic power crumbled like paper.

Yuan Shou was the first to be hit, his body slashed with dozens of wounds by the blade light, blood mixed with demonic blood spurting out and staining the snow under his feet red.

"Ape-Shou, step back! Human!! Take this Heaven-Splitting Staff!!!!"

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With a roar, Yuan Fu unleashed his demonic power, transforming into a gigantic figure that stood in front of Yuan Shou, forcefully withstanding the ensuing rain of blades.

The Demonic Weapon Sky-Splitting Cudgel erupted simultaneously with the blade's light.

"I'm not a problem either!!!"

Although Yuan An was severely injured, he was filled with ferocity at this moment. A demonic weapon burst out from behind his shattered body—a pair of pitch-black bone claws, which were attached to his broken hands. The claw tips were as sharp as knives, and every line of the claws was filled with a faint black light. These were forbidden objects that the ancestors of the ape race had forged for hundreds of years with bones and blood essence.

The three demonic weapons, along with the cursed power of three ancient bloodlines, collided with the sword light at the same time.

Ape An's bone claws missed their target. In the next instant, countless blades of light wrapped around his arms, shattering his bone claws into pieces like porcelain. His severed arms, which he had just forcibly reattached, were once again shredded into minced meat.

The Heaven-Splitting Staff slammed into the wind and thunder blade light, and the runes on the staff dimmed and extinguished inch by inch. The staff let out a mournful cry, and the power that had been tempered for hundreds of years collapsed piece by piece in the blade light.

Before the intent of wind and thunder had dissipated, he raised his sword, tip pointing downwards, and at that moment, all the qi, thunder intent, and fire intent in his body converged completely.

Po Jun, Wu Qu, Tan Lang.

Samsung also caught fire.

The Heavenly Gate opened wide, and the power of heaven and earth surged in like a tide, merging with the true energy on the blade. The blade began to glow, changing from gold to white, and from white to almost transparent heat.

As Yuan Fu looked at the glowing sword, his seven-hundred-year-old body felt an urge to kneel down for the first time.

That power cannot be measured by cultivation level.

That was the will of heaven and earth itself, condensed on the tip of a man's knife.

"Secret Technique: Heavenly Wind Burning Thunder Blade!"

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The blade flashed and fell.

Silent, formless, and colorless.

The wind carried thunder, and the thunder ignited fire. The three forces intertwined and poured out from the tip of the blade, covering the sky and the earth. Wherever it passed, the snowfield collapsed, the ruins turned to dust, and even the ground beneath our feet was torn open with a deep, bottomless crack.

Yuan Fu and Yuan Shou, along with the thick protective demonic energy behind them, vanished without a sound under this strike.

Only a straight and deep crack remained on the ground, stretching from the ruins of Shouxin Pavilion all the way to the foot of the city wall, a distance of half a mile. The snow on both sides of the crack had been evaporated by this force, revealing the scorched ground.

"Cough cough————"

Yuan An coughed up blood in pain and then burst into laughter.

"Human!! I'm still standing!!"

At this moment, there is not a single intact part of this demon's body.

The crimson bone spurs at the severed arm had mostly shattered, and demonic blood gushed out from every crack, staining the snow beneath his feet a thick, dark red. He supported himself with his shattered bone claws, slowly rising from the ruins. His vertical pupils were devoid of any clarity, only filled with an almost manic obsession.

"The seven demon generals, even if they tried their best, could not defeat us—but our demon race has never tried to flee in defeat."

"Never give up!"

"Fight!! I will fight!!! I will fight on!!!!"

"Demonic blood, ignite!!"

The nearly dried-up demonic blood was reduced to a single drop. His bones and flesh burst open with cracks, and dark red light emanated from them, like a piece of embers about to shatter in its final moments of burning. His body swelled up, and new bone spurs began to grow from his severed arm, but they crumbled into powder after growing only half an inch.

The bloodline is collapsing, and the foundation is crumbling.

Fight on until the last drop of demonic blood is burned away!

The ground beneath their feet splashed up dust and mud like water droplets, dripping with crimson demonic blood that flew everywhere, carrying with it an indomitable fighting spirit.

Charge towards this terrifying opponent!

"bring it on!!!"

"What is there to fear in death?!"

Song Shen, dressed in tattered purple robes, stood frozen in the snow, a demonic blade gleaming with intense demonic energy, its tip drooping and billowing smoke rising from it. He stood there, sword in hand, like a majestic statue, gazing at the demon burning its last flames, like a moth drawn to a flame, stubbornly charging towards an invincible enemy.

The intent of wind and thunder had not yet dissipated, and the almost transparent heat on the blade was still slowly flowing.

"What powerful demonic blood! Your fighting spirit is truly awe-inspiring."

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He said calmly.

"Transform into my Dao fruit!!!"

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Yuan An had already rushed forward, his broken bone claws, imbued with the last of his bloodline power, viciously clawing at Song Shen's throat.

Song Shen raised his knife.

There were no moves, no charging up of power; he simply raised his hand and then slashed out. The blade light was extremely light and faint, almost invisible, as if someone had casually drawn a line in the air.

With this touch, Yuan An's body slowly and quietly split into two halves.

He didn't scream, and he didn't even realize he was dead. His blood-red vertical pupils slowly dilated, gazing at the night sky above, at the moon that still hung high in the sky, and then at the half-mile-long crack—the place where his eldest brother and third brother had disappeared.

In its final moments, its sharp claws still tried to strike at Song Shen's throat in a final desperate struggle.

However, its body completely split apart, and it fell into the snow. The last drop of scalding demonic blood gushed out and gradually merged with the dark red patch of ground beneath its feet, then fell silent.

[Achieved the Dao Fruit of Skill: Demon General Ape Fortune (133 years)]

[Achieved the Essence Dao Fruit: Demon General Ape Lifespan (114 years)]

[Achieved the Essence Dao Fruit: Demon General Yuan An (Year 118)]

[Essence of Dao Fruit: 720 years]

[Skill and Dao Fruition: 212 years]

The howling storm shook the entire city, and the air currents coming from all directions turned the area around the Shouxin Pavilion in the center of the city into the eye of the storm, driving the people away.

The entire city defense command was gripped by trembling fear and panic. "Don't panic! Don't lose your composure!!"

Chen Shuhui roared, trying to stop the panic among the city defense officers and soldiers. The wave of killing caused by this attack filled them with fear.

"As long as the old city lord is still alive, there's nothing to be afraid of!!"

The next moment, a cold roar instantly crushed him.

"Chen Shuhui! Still spreading rumors and misleading the public!!"

Since General Chen's family was massacred, Chen Shuhui, as Chen Zhiyang's adopted son, has successfully taken control of the city defense command. This time, Liu Chong and his troops are determined to kill him first.

Liu Chong led his troops to surround the city defense headquarters. "Your past crimes will be forgiven today! As long as you kill all the traitors in the city lord's mansion and rescue the people in the city, all your crimes will be wiped clean!!"

As they spoke, the ground began to tremble again, as if some powerful wave was rising from beneath the surface, causing a series of earthquakes.

Roar! ! ! !

A demonic roar that pierced the clouds and shattered rocks echoed from the depths of Zhaoyao Mountain, almost causing the cold moon in the sky to tremble.

The old mountain king has awakened!

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Amidst the cold voice, a sword's cry resounded throughout the camp, followed by a barrage of explosive sword energy.

"???"

"A master of innate talent?"

Upon seeing the man in blue robes, the generals were immediately horrified, and their resolve to rebel crumbled.

Chen Shuhui raised her knife to resist, but with a flick of her longsword, the knife flew away with a hum and disappeared into the darkness.

Whoosh!!!

Bloodstains splattered on ink!

The temporary commander-in-chief collapsed on the spot and died covered in blood.

One sword, and he's beheaded!

Lin Chen, dressed in green, leaped out. "The Lu family has been completely wiped out. If any of you have a shred of humanity left, immediately turn your attention to them! The Old Demon of Zhaoyao Mountain is about to awaken. The most important thing now is to evacuate the city's inhabitants!"

The other men in green robes followed closely behind, all drawing their swords, ready to unleash a massacre at any moment.

"We were misled and held hostage. Now that the Lu family has fallen, we are willing to atone for our crimes by performing meritorious service!"

The black-armored soldiers of the city defense command finally lost their fighting spirit and decided to obey orders.

The sounds of battle clashing could still be heard in the distance, and everyone knew that Song Ziyi was fighting against the eight demon masters alone.

We must buy time now!

"Alright! Now, split up and evacuate the people out of the city!! Exit through the east gate!"

boom!!!!

The earthquake was intensifying, and buildings everywhere were shaking and collapsing. The iron hooves of the Black Armor Army charged down the long street, "guiding the people to the East Gate."

The western Zhaoyao Mountain has begun to show bursts of crimson light, while dark clouds fill the sky and a fierce wind whistles through the air.

The most terrifying thing was the constant roars of wild beasts coming from the mountains, accompanied by a continuous sound of footsteps.

Avalanche, earthquake, rolling thunderclouds.

"Walk!!"

The city defense commander brandished his whip and drove away all the people he could.

"Damn it, these soldiers are too brutal."

Chang Gu shook his head repeatedly as they drove the people from the west along the main street toward the east gate.

The chaos of war and the disorder that followed caused many serious stampedes and casualties.

But there was no time left.

The air currents were constantly increasing a strange smell, as if the strange smell that had been hidden deep in the mountains and marshes had finally seen the light of day, and was frantically stimulating the sense of smell of everyone.

"Mountains collapsing, beasts roaring, winter thunder—these are signs of a great calamity!!"

An old man, unable to run any further, sat on the ground and muttered in horror to the sky, "This scene is terrifying."

"They're demons from Zhaoyao Mountain! They're going to eat the humans in the city!!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted that.

There was a moment of deathly silence in the crowd, and then that silence burst open like a water bag being punctured by a needle.

"Eat—eat people?"

"Wasn't it said that the demons of Zhaoyao Mountain have always been well-behaved?! How come—"

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"Good heavens, then what has the city lord been doing all this time, reinforcing the city walls?!"

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A woman dressed in coarse cloth suddenly stopped in her tracks, holding a child in her arms, her face turning deathly pale in an instant.

"I remember now!" Her voice trembled. "Last month, I went to the city lord's mansion to deliver vegetables, and I overheard people inside saying something—"

"What kind of formation is this? What kind of sacrifice is this?"

"A sacrifice?!"

These two words were like a spark that landed among the crowd already piled with hay.

"I knew it! These days the city walls are built like an iron barrel, and they check for ages every time the city gates are opened or closed. Turns out they're not keeping out demons, they're keeping us out!"

"The Lu family, those heartless bastards, have long been colluding with demons!"

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"No wonder, no wonder one strange thing after another has happened in Pingyang City over the years —"

Anger, fear, and despair intertwined and collided on the chaotic street. The crowd's pace quickened and became increasingly disorderly, and the once orderly evacuation process began to turn into a stampede.

"Don't push! Don't push!!"

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"Hurry up!! If we get stuck here, we'll all die!!"

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Cries, curses, and children's screams mingled together. The Black Armor Army's whips were no longer effective in lashing people; they could only futilely maintain order, but the crowd was like a flood bursting its banks, impossible to stop with such force.

Just then—a crimson halo suddenly lit up the sky.

It was as if someone had lit a huge, dark red lamp deep in the clouds, the light shining through the thick clouds and dyeing the entire city of Pingyang a strange blood color.

The ground suddenly shook.

Everyone thought it was an earthquake, but it was actually something more precise and deliberate. At the four corners of the city wall, bronze magic arrays that had never been noticed before and were originally embedded in the foundation of the city wall were simultaneously awakened. Countless fine lines spread outward from the center of the magic array in all directions, following the direction of the city wall and quickly outlining the entire outline of Pingyang City.

A crimson light rose from the base of the city wall, forming a curtain of light that encircled the entire city.

"What...what is this?!"

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The crowd that was rushing toward the east gate suddenly stopped.

The East Gate, the gate to which they had placed all their hopes, was now completely sealed off by a crimson light curtain, like congealed blood. Intricate patterns flowed across the surface of the light curtain, each line pulsating slowly, like the veins of some enormous creature.

Someone rushed forward and reached out to push the light barrier.

"Ah!!!"

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A scream.

The moment the man's hand touched the light screen, his skin and flesh instantly turned black, and his entire arm shrank and dried up at a visible speed. He staggered back, clutching his already ruined arm, and collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

"I can't get out—I can't get out—"

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Whispers of despair spread like a plague in an instant.

Lin Chen stood at the foot of the city wall, staring at the blood-red light curtain that enveloped the entire city, his pupils suddenly contracting.

This is a cage.

The Lu family and those demons never intended for anyone to leave alive. This meticulously reinforced, enclosed, and tightly locked "fortress" was never meant to defend against external enemies, but rather a massive altar, a vessel waiting to be filled.

Now, the container has been completely sealed.

"My lord!" Lin Chen shouted hoarsely, turning to Chang Gu and Zhou Zhentao, "Pass on my order: everyone assemble where you are, and stop rushing towards the city gate! It's no use!"

"Then—what do we do?!" a soldier cried, his voice trembling with emotion. "Are we just going to wait here to die?!"

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no answer.

No one can answer that.

He raised his head and looked towards the center of the city, towards the direction of the Guardian Pavilion shrouded in this blood-red storm.

There, the raging storm is growing ever larger.

Waves of air swept across the night sky, tearing it apart one after another. Each wave was accompanied by the deafening roar of distant buildings collapsing. The entire city trembled under the radiation of this power. The direction of the Guardian Pavilion had become the eye of the storm. The dense snow clouds were torn apart by this power, revealing the surging golden and crimson light within.

"Get the battering ram and break down the gate!"

Liu Chong roared.

The city defense officers said helplessly, "This is military equipment; it's only prepared when war breaks out. Where in our city would we find battering rams or similar siege weapons?"

Lin Chen's throat tightened, and in a flash, sword energy burst forth, shooting towards the city gate.

When the sword energy touched the city gate, it was instantly rendered powerless and splashed in all directions, like water hitting rocks.

This powerful formation, combining demonic and demonic secret techniques, is transforming the underground energy veins and demonic energy into a unified matrix, gradually reinforcing the towering city walls to a point of utter despair.

What was once thought to be a powerful fortress to protect the people has now become a terrifying furnace for melting down millions of people.

The scorching air currents are raging.

The distant roars of the demons are growing increasingly violent.

"My protective energy—it's completely impenetrable."

His lips trembled, and Lin Chen felt as if his heart had been suddenly struck by a shower of icy rain, losing all warmth.

An overwhelming sense of despair completely enveloped him.

"It's over, we're all finished."

"Has all our hard work paid off, only to end like this?"

Lin Chen smiled bitterly, his expression filled with dejection.

Chang Gu said with a sigh, "Choosing to stay back then was a fight to the death, so why wallow in self-pity and self-pity now?"

"That's true." Zhou Zhentao stood with his sword drawn. "Then, gentlemen, await your demise!"

Countless moments of despair and fear burned like raging flames, while the warriors who had long walked the line between demons and humans remained calm and composed.

Will there be another miracle?

He is still young and often has unrealistic ideas.

"A miracle—"

Chang Gu's gaze slowly shifted.

"My lords, look quickly!!"

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A soldier suddenly pointed to the sky, his voice trembling with awe.

All eyes turned in that direction.

The eye of the storm—

Within the surging golden and crimson light of the Guardian Pavilion, a figure was slowly rising from the ground.

His robes fluttered in the gale, and his purple attire stood out starkly against the backdrop of blood and gold.

That person did not look at the blood-red light curtain at the base of the city wall that was devouring everything, nor at the people who were scattering and crying out in despair, nor even at the city that was collapsing beneath their feet.

Song Shen slowly gazed into the depths of the mountains.

That truly ferocious beast, about to awaken, destined to devour this city along with all its lives.

The surging masses beneath their feet had lost their minds and huddled together like zombies.

The figure that had been standing still in the shockwave flickered for a moment before disappearing without a trace.

"Don't be afraid, I'll lead you out!"

Song Shen uttered these words with his inner energy, and powerful ripples of energy swept into everyone's eardrums like waves.

A deathly silence fell over the crowd. Then, everyone looked up at the purple-clad figure suspended in the eye of the storm.

The next moment, the figure had already reached the base of the city wall.

No one could see how he got there.

Song Shen stood suspended in front of the crimson light screen, his long sword slowly unsheathed. The aura of heavenly wind and burning thunder on the blade had not yet dissipated. That layer of almost transparent heat confronted the blood-red patterns flowing on the surface of the light screen, as if two completely different wills had collided fiercely in this instant.

The blade flashed and fell.

Silent, formless, and colorless.

The wind carried the thunder, the thunder ignited the fire, and the three forces intertwined, pouring out from the tip of the knife.

The crimson light barrier, imbued with the essence of demons and the secret techniques of the demonic sects, cracked open under this strike without even uttering a mournful cry.

The gaps spread to both sides at a visible speed, and the slowly pulsating blood-red patterns on the surface of the light screen dimmed, cracked, and peeled off instantly, as if their necks were being strangled, revealing the city wall that had already been cut down underneath.

A huge crack runs straight through the foundation of the city wall and leads directly outside the city, neat and orderly, as if it had been cleaved open by some divine force.

The powerful air currents that had been gathering and accumulating within the city finally found an opening and poured out with a whoosh!

The wind blew it apart, and the gale roared.

Beyond the crevice lay a vast snowfield and a free night sky.

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers.

"We're out! We can get out!!"

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"Run!!!"

Lin Chen, Chang Gu, Zhou Zhentao and the others exchanged glances, speechless, but each of their eyes welled up with tears.

"Quickly! Evacuate in an orderly manner, elderly and children first!"

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Lin Chen shouted hoarsely, activating his sword energy and organizing the crowd to surge towards the crack.

Song Shen sheathed his sword, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and soared upwards, standing behind the crowd as he watched the tide of people flow past him.

There were elderly people holding children's hands, women carrying their elderly parents on their backs, and soldiers holding their unconscious comrades. Everyone who passed by him would subconsciously slow down and glance at him. Their eyes held gratitude, awe, and a kind of almost pilgrimage-like piety.

"Run for your life!"

Song Shen simply raised his hand, signaling them to hurry up and leave.

Liu Chong approached Song Shen, saying, "I can never repay your life-saving grace!"

Song Shen said, "I'll see you off!"

"Your Excellency is truly a peerless god!"

After a long and arduous journey, a large number of armored soldiers escorted the surging crowd of people, driving the survivors to flee wildly out of the snowfield amidst thunderous roars.

As they fled, looking back at the city, after the air currents cascaded down and the bloodstains dissipated, it was already ruined, resembling a mere wasteland.

"Run! Hopefully, one day we can return home!"

Those who run through pain may not know when the end will come, but they must overcome the current predicament.

Suddenly, "Why is it not moving?"

The soldiers shouted, but the crowd of civilians in front of them all stopped in their tracks.

Looking towards the end of the snowfield, the dark, heavy waves are rapidly approaching.

"Um?

""

Song Shen slowly gripped the hilt of his sword. As his gaze drew closer, he saw a dark, surging torrent of armored warriors.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves echoed across the wilderness.

"Stop!!!!"

The generals roared in anger.

The raging torrent indeed halted, and a general spurred his horse forward, asking, "I am Mao Jun, the Black Armor Army Commander of Sanglin City. May I ask—who is your leader?"

Another soldier in black armor rode forward with imposing bearing, "This general is Xue You, the commander-in-chief of the Black Armor Army of Linjiang City."

The two generals glanced at the crowd of hundreds of thousands of people. Although there were losses, the people of Pingyang City had been largely preserved despite the great disaster.

Who exactly is so powerful?

Who is so compassionate?

A whooshing sound ripped through the air.

A figure in purple appeared before them.

"I am Song Shen, the Purple-Clad Demon Exorcist of the Demon Suppression Division of Longzhou. Your arrival is just in time. Please settle these disaster victims for now."

The two generals exchanged a glance, their expressions revealing shock.

"We've received a battle report that a major battle has broken out in the city. What's the situation now? Have the major demon generals of Zhaoyao Mountain mobilized?"

Looking at the two black-armored army experts who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, Song Shen said calmly, "There's no need to panic. I have already executed them on the spot."

"What?"

"How is that possible?!"

A purple-clad figure killed eight demon generals?

This is impossible.

"The Pingyang City Lord's Mansion has been brought to justice, and the demonic forces within the city, along with the eight demon generals, have all been eliminated. The most urgent task now is to take in the city's inhabitants and properly resettle them."

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Roar! ! ! !

A terrifying roar echoed from afar, shaking the mountains and rivers and dimming the sun and moon.

But the great city of Pingyang on the riverbank seemed to be shrouded in a terrifying phantom.

"That old demon king from Zhaoyao Mountain!"

If you don't go now, when will you wait?

The two generals exchanged a glance, then clasped their hands in unison: "Your subordinates obey orders!"

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The purple-clad demon slayer possesses the power to act expediently and can command the general.

Of course, they can also use various excuses to refuse.

At this moment, however, they only wanted to obey Song Shen's orders and had no intention of disobeying them in the slightest.

The army acted swiftly, sending most of its forces into the crevice to rescue the remaining civilians. Military doctors and supply convoys also went forward to care for the wounded, the elderly, and children. In an instant, the once desolate and hopeless snowfield was rekindled with the flames of order and life.

Lin Chen led the last group of people out of the rift. Looking back, Song Shen was still standing in the same spot, but his expression had changed.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of Zhaoyao Mountain.

That mountain is no longer as silent as it once was.

A crimson halo poured down from the mountaintop, dyeing the entire night sky blood red. Dark clouds rolled and gathered at the mountaintop, and roars of beasts echoed from the depths of the mountain, each one closer and clearer than the last.

The roar of the avalanche, the tremors of the mountain, and the endless sound of footsteps.

tread!

tread!

tread!

Heavy footsteps trudged through the mountains and marshes, as sluggish and slow as they had been at the beginning.

It gradually accelerated later on.

A terrifyingly powerful aura approached at high speed with overwhelming force.

Imagine an old mountain lord, slumbering for many years, waiting to devour all the humans in this city. The food is ready, the plates are prepared, and all that's left is to feast.

The plate broke and the food spilled out; you can imagine the fury that enraged him!

Faced with such an existence, this group of armored soldiers? They were nothing more than dumplings wrapped in iron. They couldn't even run away, let alone fight back. Many of them had cramps in their legs, numbness in their scalps, and weakness in their joints.

It's terrifying. Such a horrible creature grows in the world precisely to punish humanity.

The general of Sanglin Army stepped forward quickly. "The civilians have been received. You should retreat with us as well. That—that thing's aura... In my fifty years of life, I have never felt such a terrifying presence! It is absolutely beyond our ability to resist!"

Lin Chen turned around, his voice trembling slightly: "Sir, you should also—you should also leave."

Song Shen did not turn around.

Tiger Eyes gazed silently at the increasingly bright crimson halo deep within Zhaoyao Mountain. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his hand and sheathed the knife again.

"withdraw?"

He chuckled softly, a smile that contained not a trace of fear, but rather an almost expectant interest.

"No, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

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He turned around, his back to the crowd, facing the mountain that was awakening, his purple robes fluttering in the wind and snow.

"Lord Song!!" Lin Chen rushed forward, trying to stop him.

Song Shen raised his hand, stopping Lin Chen from speaking.

"I said," his voice was calm, so calm that it was impossible to refute, "that I would single-handedly topple the entire Zhaoyao Mountain."

He strode in the opposite direction, his figure once again merging into the howling wind, going against the direction everyone else was fleeing, alone, towards the ruins of Pingyang City, towards the truly ferocious beast that was awakening.

Behind him, Lin Chen stood still, watching the purple-clad figure gradually disappear into the blood-red storm. He clenched his fists, but ultimately did not chase after him.

They could only watch helplessly as the figure in purple robes and his sword disappeared into the raging torrent of blood in the distance.

This moment, this scene, was so shocking to his senses.

"Everyone, listen up!" Lin Chen turned around and said in a deep voice to the soldiers and civilians behind him. His voice was trembling with tears, but it was unusually firm. "Retreat! Go as far as you can, and do not look back."

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The two generals sighed deeply.

"I have never seen such a hero! What is the name of this gentleman in purple?"

Lin Chen said calmly, "Song Shen, Song Ziyi."

"So it was him!"

The generals were astonished; who could not know such a great name?

Recently, the purple-clad demon slayer named Song Shen has become famous throughout Longzhou, mainly because his challenge to the Ziyang Sect or the new generation's number one genius swordsman, Feng Jianqiu, is simply too explosive.

"If it were him, it wouldn't be surprising."

Several people gave a bitter smile.

How could a strong person who dares to make such an astonishing move possibly flee in fear?

Confront that horror!

It is the courage unique to the strong.

And they need not agonize over it, nor blame themselves, because they do not need to bear such a mission.

"Then let's lead the people away first!"

The people and horses receded into the distance like a tide.

Chang Gu, Zhou Zhentao, and Lin Chen, the three men in blue robes, stood still, watching the purple figure gracefully climb the city wall like a petrel amidst the blood-red turmoil.

At this moment, that purple robe resembled a fluttering banner.