I am Guhuoniao, not an umbrella demon, please do not disturb me.

Bai Qingyu was dressed in a feathered robe and black skirt, with her hair disheveled, black hair, and red eyes, looking much more alluring than usual.

With one step forward, countless streams of faith surged forth, directly halting the flow of faith from the western mountains.

Upon seeing this, the high priest's expression truly changed.

How did you do that?

A single thought could sever the power of faith in Xishan; even Luo Tian couldn't do that.

"How did you do that?" Bai Qingyu raised his hand, and the countless streams of faith power that surged forth were easily constructed into a giant hundreds of meters tall. "Don't you all regard me as a divine phoenix? Since I am a divine phoenix, it shouldn't be a problem for me to control my own faith power, right?"

"All this power of faith belongs to me. Your Fate Cult has been borrowing my power all these years. Let me tell you, this power must be repaid. If you can't repay it, you'll pay with your lives!"

In fact, all that faith power was just something Bai Qingyu used to scare the High Priest.

She couldn't absorb so much power of faith, nor would she try to.

If she were to absorb so much power, she would never be able to leave Xizhou for the rest of her life; she would be completely bound to Xizhou. She didn't want to be such a victim.

Anyway, she did her best to hold off one strong opponent; the rest was up to Shuten-dōji and the others.

Not far away, Roche and Ibaraki were also engaged in battle.

Ibaraki-doji has not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage, while Roche is a true Nascent Soul expert.

Holding a long sword in each hand, Roche glanced at the high priest who was being brutally beaten by Bai Qingyu. He had no intention of intervening. He was just a junior disciple, and even if the high priest was killed on the spot, it wouldn't have much to do with him.

A demonic hand formed from demonic power slammed down from the sky. Roche dodged to the side, his movement small but just enough to avoid it. He then slashed the demonic hand with two backhand strikes. Roche vanished again in an instant, only to be grabbed by a giant demonic hand where he had just been standing.

The demon's grasp missed its target, and Roche appeared behind Ibaraki.

The longsword was unstoppable, the moves were incredibly sharp, and every strike was aimed at vital points.

Ibaraki reacted quickly, transforming into a burst of demonic energy and disappearing from Roche's sight.

Without even looking, Roche swung his sword behind him.

With a flash of his longsword, Ibaraki was struck in the arm and pinned to a tree trunk behind him the moment he appeared.

Ibaraki's pupils contracted, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword, attempting to pull it out. But the moment his hand touched the sword, the hilt burned intensely, and with a sizzling sound, it flung his hand away. Looking down at his palm, he saw that the part that had gripped the hilt was completely red.

Roche flashed in front of him and kicked Ibaraki straight in the stomach. The tree trunk behind him suddenly shattered into a shower of wood chips. Ibaraki's eyes widened as he flew backward.

The long sword that pierced his arm flew back into Roche's hand in a semi-circle in mid-air.

It's obvious that Ibaraki is no match for Roche.

Their cultivation levels were vastly different, and unlike other cultivators of the Life Sect, Roche didn't rely heavily on the power of faith. For him, the power of faith was merely an auxiliary force; what mattered most was the longsword in his hand. Most importantly, his swordsmanship was all about life-or-death combat—unpretentious yet deadly, and his combat experience was terrifyingly rich.

Ibaraki rolled several times on the ground before regaining his balance. He half-squatted down and wiped the demon blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression extremely solemn.

This guy is so strong he's like a monster, completely different from the other members of the Fate Cult.

During this period, they had a lot of contact with the Fate Sect and had a very low opinion of it. They felt that this group of people had great cultivation but were not very strong. The average strength of their disciples was stronger than that of most sects outside, but they seemed to not know how to use their own power and had very little combat experience.

Just like Shuten said, don't be fooled by his rapid improvement and unstable strength. If a real fight breaks out, he can take on two cultivators of the same level from the Life Sect. In a one-on-one fight, he is confident that he can kill his opponent.

It's extremely difficult to kill an opponent of equal skill in a one-on-one fight; you can usually only manage to defeat them.

Defeating and killing are completely different in difficulty.

Also, this guy didn't kill him just now.

Nailed to the tree, Roche hadn't just kicked him straight but beheaded him, and he was in danger.

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Battles are breaking out everywhere around West Mountain, with monsters crossing the mountain range to launch surprise attacks on the rear of West Mountain.

For human cultivators, mountain ranges are easy to defend but difficult to attack, but for these demons, it's not much different from going home.

"This mere sect is nothing special!"

Shuten-dōji had already seen Bai Qingyu by then.

Not only him, but to be precise, all the disciples of Xishan saw Bai Qingyu. The giant figure of Bai Qingyu flying in the sky was so conspicuous that it was difficult not to see it.

Luo Tian's expression also changed at this moment.

He never expected that Bai Qingyu's power could be so strong that it could directly isolate the power of faith from Xishan.

Yes, they were isolated.

In this short period of time, Xishan's faith power was completely drained. The internal faith power was constantly being consumed, and the external faith power could not enter.

He began to get anxious and became increasingly ruthless towards Shuten-dōji, who continued to suffer numerous wounds, large and small, while still smiling.

He saw it; his aunt was beating up the high priest of the Fate Cult. If he could just stall for a little longer, his aunt could beat the guy to death!

"Why would a demon as talented as you come here to die? Wouldn't it be better to stay outside and continue to grow? Nanshan is just a tiny place; the Ten Thousand Mountains are where demons should go. How about a cooperation? You can leave now with your people, and Xishan will help you become a true demon king!"

Shuten-dōji was clearly not strong, and was even a whole realm behind him. Moreover, he wasn't the only one attacking; a vice sect leader and two protectors were also besieging Shuten-dōji. But Shuten-dōji was like an unkillable cockroach. No matter how many wounds he was hit with, he was still alive and kicking. In fact, the more wounds he had, the more ferocious his aura became.

Luo Tian was also extremely frustrated.

Normally speaking, with his strength and the added power of faith within the Xishan area, he would not be afraid of any Mahayana stage expert. Whether it was Yun Ru, Feng Yuan, or the leader of the Heavenly Sect, he would not be afraid of them as long as they were within the Xishan area.

Once outside of Xishan, he might not possess such formidable strength within the Xizhou region, but he would certainly be at least at the early stage of the Mahayana realm.

Therefore, he wanted to use Bai Qingyu's power to help him take that step that he had been unable to take for so long. Once he could take that step, he would be invincible within the Xishan area.

Then, as long as the territory of Xizhou is continuously expanded outwards, and the surrounding areas are gradually encroached upon until the central region, the strength of the Ming Sect will be terrifying.

To his surprise, Bai Qingyu was even more unreasonable than him, taking away so much faith power without warning. He couldn't even amplify his power while within the Xishan area, which was the most terrifying thing for Luo Tian.

Without the boost, they are even more eager to deal with Shuten-dōji and then deal with Bai Qingyu.

Luo Tian realized upon arriving here that he had been far too arrogant in the past.

They let Bai Qingyu run wild, believing that as long as Bai Qingyu was within the territory of Xizhou, they could do whatever they wanted with him.

How strong can a little Guhuoniao be?

Her greatest role was to help him take this step.

Once he succeeds on this side, his next step is to use Bai Qingyu as a dumping ground, letting Bai Qingyu absorb all his karmic burdens.

Bai Qingyu will most likely die, but does it matter?

Freed from the constraints of karmic obstacles, he could go even further and simply expand and invade other regions.

Given the situation in Xizhou, would those people who constantly preach benevolence and morality dare to interfere?

"Fine, let's cooperate. You kill that tall, skinny guy right now, and I'll join forces with you. Otherwise, once I become powerful, I'll definitely tear down this West Mountain!"

Shuten-dōji punched one of the guardians to pieces. Bai Qingyu was very familiar with this guardian; his name was Rakshasa.

Rakshasa was also unlucky. She fought with Rache and was beaten like a dog by Rache, running around everywhere. She had no choice but to call her dog owner for help. She was seriously injured and finally recovered. She had just come out of the pass when Shuten started to cause a ruckus in the West Mountain.

His idea was actually quite simple: he just wanted to throw spells around randomly from the outside.

Shuten-dōji's demonic appearance made him uneasy, and he didn't dare to get within a hundred meters of Shuten-dōji. Shuten-dōji glared at him and instantly distanced himself by another hundred meters.

However, even though he was so cowardly, Shuten-dōji, whether he had gone mad or not, focused on him alone, bracing himself against the attacks from all around and getting beaten to a pulp, while still ganging up on him and refusing to let go.

Shuten-dōji was surrounded and covered in wounds. He was shirtless, and his muscular body was covered in demon blood.

This appearance did not make Shuten look miserable at all; on the contrary, it made him look like a blood-soaked god or demon.

"No, no, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Shuten-dōji roared, and Rakshasa, who was the protector, was so frightened that she almost lost her mind. She couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance and dragged her broken body away.

It's no wonder he was so frightened. A muscular demon, over ten meters tall, radiating black demonic power, and with a ferocious and terrifying face, charged at you while enduring his teammates' attacks. Rakshasa's reaction was already quite good.

Shuten-dōji unleashed another demonic fist, shattering the remaining body of Rakshasa right before Luo Tian's eyes, and a half-grown human figure emerged from his body.

"Master, save me!" Rakshasa's voice was filled with sobs and despair.

"How dare you!" The leader of the Luo Tian Cult was furious, but it was too late.

"You dare to arrest my aunt? This is what will happen to all of you!"

Boom!

The Rakshasa burst open, its tiny form splitting apart, releasing a shower of colorful stardust like fireworks.

Having survived being besieged by several sect leaders for half a day, and even managed to destroy a guardian, the elders and deacons around him stopped attacking simultaneously, and with a blink of an eye, they created a vacuum by distancing themselves from Shuten-dōji.

This is because they were frightened.

Nobody wants to be swallowed up by the fireworks.

With such meager treatment, they wouldn't be willing to risk their lives for Xishan if they encountered real danger.

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Shuten-dōji scanned the area, and all the Xishan cultivators whose gaze fell upon him took a half-step back, even weakening their auras, fearing that they would be targeted by Shuten-dōji and suffer the same fate as Rakshasa, being watched and hammered to death by him.

This reaction amused Shuten-dōji, but it was a mocking smile.

He despised people like this the most; they didn't even have the courage to fight, and they could only bully the weak and fear the strong. It would be the biggest joke for such people to become cultivators.

Thinking about it, Liu Changsheng is still the type of person who suits him best. He's ruthless and doesn't talk much; he'll do whatever he wants to do.

This was especially true after my aunt was arrested; she didn't hesitate at all.

So what if it's the Fate Sect? So what if the leader of the Fate Sect can step into the Mahayana stage in one step?

As magical artifacts descended from the sky, Shuten-dōji punched one of the giant bells away. With incredible agility, he easily dodged the remaining artifacts. Just as he flew above the artifacts, a huge, golden, semi-transparent hand slammed down.

The golden hand is a thousand meters long; at first glance, it doesn't look like a hand but rather a golden, semi-transparent wall.

"Come on, let me show you what I'm made of!"

Knowing he couldn't dodge, Shuten-dōji concentrated all his demonic power into his fist. The surging black demonic power formed a hideous demon mask, which roared silently for a hundred meters before colliding with the golden palm.

In the sky, Luo Tian's eyes were icy cold.

With his left hand outstretched and pressed down with all his might, the enormous golden palm solidified once more in the sky. As the golden power of faith clashed with the black demonic power, golden stardust continuously spilled out, accompanied by bursts of black energy that blasted away everyone around.

The crowd watched the battle between the human and the demon from afar, their eyes filled with shock.