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Amidst the deafening thunder, Shuten-dōji's massive body was repelled for the first time.

An expression of disbelief crossed his face. A charred wound, burned by lightning, was visible on his forehead, from which dark purple blood slowly trickled down.

"This is... Thunder Magic?"

Lu Jin looked in shock toward the source of the silver light.

A figure gracefully descended from mid-air; it was Chen Qi.

He made a hand seal with his right hand, and the peach wood sword flew back into his hand automatically.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Chen Qi grinned, revealing his signature roguish smile.

Shuten-dōji roared as he wiped the blood from his forehead.

"Another one sent to his death!"

Chen Qi calmly sheathed the peach wood sword back into its scabbard and at the same time drew out an exaggeratedly shaped giant sword from thin air—the East Wind Greatsword.

The countless runes on the sword lit up simultaneously, and dark clouds immediately filled the sky, with flashes of lightning appearing and disappearing.

"Try this!"

Chen Qi gripped his sword with both hands and swung it forward.

A lightning bolt ten times stronger than before descended from the sky, striking Shuten-dōji along with the sword's momentum.

The demon hastily raised its sword to block, but was blasted back by the power of the thunder, and a large part of its face was dented.

"impossible!"

Shuten-dōji let out a painful howl.

"How could a mere mortal possibly control such thunder!"

Chen Qi did not answer, but continued to swing his sword.

Each sword strike summoned heavenly lightning, blasting Shuten-dōji into a retreat.

The onlookers were stunned, and even Zhang Shoucheng forgot to continue presiding over the ritual.

"This...this is the power of the True Martial Emperor that Chen Qi invited?"

A disciple of the Gao family murmured.

Zhang Shoucheng, however, had a solemn expression.

"No... the altar is not yet complete... this is not..."

Before the words were finished, a deafening tearing sound suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw that the clouds had been torn apart by a golden light, and lightning surged in the crack, revealing a huge golden figure slowly descending.

The figure wore a golden crown, armor, and held a demon-subduing pestle, surrounded by countless golden talismans.

The mere whiff of the breath made everyone present feel breathless.

"The True... True Martial Emperor?"

The magic sword in Zhang Shoucheng's hand clattered to the ground, his old face filled with disbelief.

Chen Qi was also stunned, looking up at the golden figure that was getting closer and closer.

"This...this wasn't my invitation..."

For the first time, Shuten-dōji showed a look of fear, and the blood-red light on his flaming greatsword dimmed slightly.

"Impossible! How could someone from the upper realm..."

The moment the golden figure fully descended, time seemed to freeze across the entire battlefield.

His gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Shuten-dōji.

"evil creature."

The golden figure spoke, its voice ringing out like a thousand great bells striking simultaneously.

"Executed."

As these two words fell, countless golden chains shot out from the void, instantly binding Shuten-dōji tightly.

The demon let out a shrill scream, and its demonic energy surged and evaporated.

Just when everyone thought victory was assured, an unexpected change occurred.

Shuten-dōji suddenly burst into wild laughter, and his body began to swell unnaturally.

"You want to capture me? Then let's die together!"

"Oh no! He's about to self-destruct his magic core!"

Chen Qi's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly waved his sword to set up a lightning barrier in front of him.

The golden figure seemed to realize the danger and raised its hand to create a golden light shield around everyone.

The next second, Shuten-dōji's body exploded, and a terrifying shockwave swept across the entire battlefield.

Thick, inky demonic energy enveloped the entire sky, like a pot of boiling asphalt constantly churning.

Thunder rumbled through the clouds, each boom sending shivers down one's spine.

Suddenly, a blinding golden light tore through the sky, followed by a second, a third…

Chapter 270 The Arrival of the True Martial Emperor

Cracks spread across the sky, and golden light and lightning poured down from them like a flood bursting its banks.

"The sky has cracked!"

Someone gasped in surprise.

Master Hutu's peach wood sword clattered to the ground, and his old face turned bright red.

"The True Martial Emperor! The True Martial Emperor has descended!"

Lu Ci narrowed his eyes, his right hand unconsciously reaching for the food pouch at his waist.

"Bullshit! That's Chen Qi!"

Lu Jin grabbed her junior brother, who was trying to rush forward, her voice trembling.

"How could he have come from inside the scene..."

Wugensheng stood at the back of the crowd, his pupils contracting sharply beneath his mask.

He understood better than anyone what it meant to manifest from within the inner world—a realm that even his master had not been able to reach.

"boom--!"

The final thunderclap resounded through the sky, and the golden light suddenly converged into a pillar of light reaching the heavens.

A tall figure descended slowly, stepping on lightning, with golden lotuses blooming in the void with each step.

When he fully revealed his form, the demonic energy within a radius of a hundred miles was forced back three zhang!

The Great Sword of the East Wind on Shuten-dōji's forehead suddenly trembled violently, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

The divine weapon that had been stuck between his eyebrows for hundreds of years seemed to sense its true master at this moment.

"interesting."

The demon grinned, its fangs still adorned with bits of flesh and blood.

He reached out and gripped the sword hilt, veins bulging on his muscular arms.

"I'll see!"

"Zheng!"

The Dongfeng Greatsword was forcibly pulled out, bringing with it a spray of foul-smelling black blood.

Without even looking, Shuten-dōji hurled his greatsword at the golden figure in mid-air, then transformed into a blood-red afterimage and pounced to kill!

Chen Qi landed at that very moment.

He caught the flying greatsword with his right hand and drew a circle under his feet with his left hand.

The Qimen Dunjia formation unfolded instantly, with Bagua runes moving across the ground and covering an area of ​​several hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

"Eight-door transport".

Before he could finish speaking, Shuten-dōji's sharp claws had already pierced his chest—but they grasped at nothing.

The moment the afterimage disappeared, a dozen or so jet-black hairs suddenly emerged from the ground and wrapped around Chen Qi's ankles.

"The Woman of the Underworld?"

Zhou Sheng's expression suddenly changed.

"Watch your back!"

No need to remind at all.

Without turning his head, Chen Qi swung his sword at the ground.

The tangled strands of hair broke apart inch by inch, emitting the pitiful cries of a baby.

But in that short delay, countless shikigami had already surged in from all directions—the Hashihime with her long tongue hanging to the ground, the hungry ghost covered in bone spurs, the newborn girl with her intestines hanging out…

"His target has changed!"

Lu Jin suddenly found that the pressure had eased, and all the shikigami that had been attacking them had turned around.

Wugensheng grabbed Lü Ci, who was about to rush over to help.

"Don't make things worse! Going there now will only distract him."

The head of the Gao family had already begun to practice his sword technique, but Zhang Shoucheng stopped him.

"Clear out the low-level soldiers first! Zhou Sheng, activate the array's core!"

With a flick of his whisk, the old Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain conjured up seven bright lamps out of thin air.

Master Qingfeng stared intently at the center of the battlefield, his voice hoarse.

"Not the True Martial Emperor... but what level of cultivation is this?"

In the center of the battlefield, Chen Qi finally looked up for the first time.

His pupils shimmered with the golden light of a galaxy, and the greatsword in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling brilliance.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple horizontal slash—

"Swish!"

A crescent-shaped curtain of swords swept out.

Wherever it passed, the black hair of the Yellow Springs Woman, the long tongue of the Bridge Princess, the bone spurs of the Hungry Ghost... all turned to ashes.

Further away, the Eight Banners soldiers who were fighting with the Taoists suddenly froze and then disappeared with the wind.

"This is impossible!"

Shuten-dōji retreated dozens of feet, a deep wound on his chest that exposed bone.

Black blood gushed out, but strangely solidified into blood beads in mid-air.

Zhou Sheng's pupils had turned into a circle shaped like the Bagua (eight trigrams).

In the vision of the Qimen Manifestation Technique, he saw something even more terrifying (Wang Lehao) – Chen Qi simply turned his wrist slightly, and the entire Qimen chart's solar terms regressed by three months!

"Changing the world..." The old Taoist's hands trembled uncontrollably.

"This is a world-changing event!"

Master Hutu knelt down with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly in the direction of the battlefield.

"A miracle! The True Martial Emperor has manifested!"

Zhang Shoucheng suddenly widened his eyes.

He recognized the sword move—it was clearly "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies," a basic sword technique from Longhu Mountain, only magnified ten thousand times.

What alarmed him even more was Chen Qi's sword-wielding posture, which was exactly the same as that of the boy who practiced swordsmanship in the back mountain twenty years ago.