Chapter 334: Chapter 85: Slaying the Demon King (Part 2)
BOOM!
With an earth-shattering crack, a column of lightning that stretched from the heavens to the earth erupted.
Thunder Light filled the sky, illuminating the entire region.
The eerie, violent lightning seemed to hail from the Nine Netherworld, shimmering with a terrifying halo.
Gui Water Yin Thunder!
A figure loomed within the Thunder Light.
Thousands of lightning bolts slithered across its body, constantly surging and radiating a terrifying pressure.
It was a Profound Turtle, a hundred zhang long.
The Profound Turtle bathed in the lightning, a deep growl rumbling from its maw. "Fellow Daoist Sun, this King has cultivated for a thousand years. Please, grant me your guidance."
Within the Thunder Light, a figure as sharp as a sword appeared.
Merely by standing still, he caused the surrounding chaos of rampaging lightning to fall silent, and the very void seemed to warp and dip.
It was none other than Sun Fuguo.
He said coldly, "Demon King, prepare to die!"
Sword light erupted between heaven and earth, a torrential wave that surged toward the Southern Mang Demon King.
The Profound Turtle spat out a blinding ball of Thunder Light containing a Treasure Bead, which it fearlessly sent to collide with the sword light.
The moment they clashed, man and demon shot up beyond the highest heavens, their battle raging with fierce intensity.
Above the mountain’s Ping Lake, Fang Cheng stood with his hands clasped behind him, surrounded by more than ten figures with surging demonic auras.
Ten Tier Two Great Demons had him surrounded, their malicious gazes and killing intent closing in on him.
Ren Yan stood behind the group of demons, looking at Fang Cheng with a puzzled expression.
They had been discussing matters inside the Demon King’s Pocket World Spiritual Building when, unexpectedly, several loud bangs were heard, and the Pocket World Spiritual Building was forcibly cleaved open.
Under the Demon King’s protection, they escaped the impact, but just as they came to their senses, they saw the Demon King fiercely battling a human.
And then, they saw Fang Cheng, who was also looking up at the battle.
The Great Demon, the Ox Demon, roared, "Hey, Yinluo Sect Cultivator! We have you surrounded. Surrender at once!"
With that, it prepared to strike.
The other Great Demons, however, remained motionless. They hesitated, seemingly waiting for the outcome of the battle between the Southern Mang Demon King and the Human Race Cultivator before deciding their next move.
If the Demon King won, they would join forces to kill this man to avoid being blamed by the Demon King.
If the Demon King lost, they would scatter and flee, hiding in the mountains and underground.
Fang Cheng looked up at the sky, watching for a moment before retracting his gaze. He scanned the crowd of demons, his eyes lingering on Ren Yan for a moment.
He smiled. "You haven’t surrounded me. I have surrounded you."
As soon as his voice fell, the Youhong Sword flashed out, roaming the sky. The sword light immediately multiplied, transforming into a Netherworld Sword Sea that completely enveloped the area a hundred zhang in radius.
The sword light was ethereal and endlessly vast.
The demons roared in anger, unleashing their Divine Techniques and Magical Artifacts to defend themselves.
However, a Tier Three Flying Sword was incomparably sharp. How could Tier Two Demon Cultivators possibly withstand it?
Wherever the sword light passed, the demons were cut down one by one. Not a single one could withstand even a single exchange.
「In the distance.」
Ji Jiuniang stared blankly at this scene, a feeling of relief welling up in her heart.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng had decisively slain all ten Tier Two Great Demons. He cut them down as easily as reaping wheat, extinguishing their life force.
’How did his power grow so fast!’
Seeing the situation was grim, Ren Yan quickly summoned his Blood Bead. His body flickered like a phantom and vanished in an instant.
The sword light struck the Blood Bead, and a terrifying spiritual explosion erupted.
The sound was so loud it threatened to shatter one’s eardrums.
A blinding ball of light appeared among the mountains, and the world suddenly lost its color.
The incomparably sharp sword light and the blood-colored light intertwined, collided, and annihilated each other.
This Blood Bead was indeed a Third-tier Magical Artifact, though it was somewhat damaged...
Seeing this, Fang Cheng changed his Sword Technique. He sought to emulate Sun Fuguo by causing the sky full of sword light to freeze in place, then merge into a single, sky-shattering white rainbow aimed at the Blood Bead.
This Blood Bead was already damaged and no longer possessed the true power of a Third-tier Magical Artifact at its peak, which was why it had been gifted to Ren Yan.
Furthermore, the bead had already been cracked by Cai Li’s sword light before. Now, Fang Cheng’s Magical Power, Swordsmanship, and Flying Sword were all superior to Cai Li’s at that time.
How could the Blood Bead possibly block this strike?
Ren Yan seemed to realize this as well. The Blood Bead spun rapidly, shattered the void, and disappeared.
Defense was not this Blood Bead’s true purpose. The Blood Void Escape and another Divine Technique were!
As expected.
In an instant, the Blood Bead appeared in the distant sky, almost escaping the lock of Fang Cheng’s Sword Intent.
Fang Cheng smiled faintly. "Fellow Daoist Ren, please stay!"
As he spoke, countless Bronze Small Swords appeared around him. These small swords flew nimbly, both flexible and sharp, and quickly gathered on Fang Cheng’s body, forming a suit of Bronze Battle Armor.
Fang Cheng’s aura surged, and in the blink of an eye, he broke through to the Life Soul Realm.
The world suddenly fell silent.
The Bronze Swordsman gazed into the distance, his Sword Intent still locked onto the rapidly fleeing Blood Bead.
He gave a soft shout.
The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a Baili radius converged, condensing behind the Bronze Swordsman before being focused into beams of fiery light that shot out from his back.
The next instant!
The world trembled silently.
The Bronze Swordsman’s metal body suddenly shot into the sky, transforming into a dense, brilliant white streak of Geng Metal Qi that sliced through the firmament, traversed the heavens, and vanished in a flash.
「In the void.」
The Blood Bead was grazed by an incomparably fast streak of sword light.
Ren Yan’s figure stumbled out. He clutched his chest and took a few steps back, a look of terror on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but his body suddenly split in two and tumbled downwards.
Below was nothing but mist and miasma. After Ren Yan’s corpse fell, it vanished in an instant.
The man still had an Early-stage Life Talisman Cultivation. Fang Cheng only took his storage pouch and didn’t refine the corpse.
He stood in the sky for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to see Ren Yan’s figure appear a hundred zhang away.
The young scholar had an expression of lament as he sighed, "Fellow Daoist Fang, your Sword Technique is truly sharp. My only regret is that I failed to strangle you in your cradle back then."
Fang Cheng pointed a finger. Seeing things were bad, Ren Yan turned and fled. But he didn’t get far before the sword light caught up. With a cry of alarm, his body was sliced in half. His remains were then swept over by the Li Hen Demon Light and instantly refined into nothingness.
Fang Cheng waited for a moment. Seeing no movement, he couldn’t help but think more highly of the Demon Buddha’s legacy.
"The Demon Buddha’s Divine Techniques are truly extraordinary."
He couldn’t find Ren Yan’s aura, so he decided to head in the direction where Sun Fuguo and the Demon King were fighting.
After traveling for several li, he suddenly saw a scholar standing on a distant mountain peak. The scholar smiled at him and said, "Fellow Daoist Fang, how did you manage to cultivate such Divine Techniques in just over twenty years?"
His voice had barely faded when an invisible streak of sword light flashed past, cutting him in two.
Fang Cheng’s figure appeared beside Ren Yan’s remains, and he looked down to examine them closely.
At that moment, the two halves of the corpse on the ground abruptly transformed into two streaks of blood-red light and shot towards his face.
’So it was that Blood Bead Magical Artifact playing tricks!’
Fang Cheng understood instantly. Sword light surrounded his body, and killing intent billowed as he tried to block the blood-red light.
Too late!
From the void, a cold snort was heard.
The blood-red light ignored the Sword Aura and abruptly vanished into the space between Fang Cheng’s eyebrows.
The next moment.
Inside Fang Cheng’s Sea of Consciousness, a ferocious, enormous blood-red giant suddenly appeared.
The giant’s face bore some resemblance to Ren Yan’s.
Fang Cheng’s divine soul looked at the giant and said calmly, "A divine soul fused with a Third-tier Magical Artifact... Fellow Daoist Ren, is this your final trump card?"
The blood-red giant said in a deep voice, "Fang Cheng, the physical body and Magical Power are mere external objects. The divine soul is the foundation. Didn’t you also use a treasure to boost your combat strength? A pity that you only have the strength of the Life Soul Realm, while your divine soul is still at the Life Talisman Realm."
"Today, you destroyed my body. So I will extinguish your divine soul. An eye for an eye!"
At this moment, Ren Yan had only one thought: to destroy Fang Cheng’s divine soul, seize his body, and possess this Yinluo Cultivator who clearly possessed a heaven-defying immortal destiny.
He wasted no more words. The blood-red giant, radiating a vast pressure, reached out with a giant hand to grab Fang Cheng’s divine soul.
Just then, a brilliantly golden Talisman appeared silently.
The Golden Talisman trembled lightly, and the blood-red giant’s large hand shattered inch by inch.
Then, the entire giant began to crumble and dissipate.
The giant’s eyes were wide with terror, confusion, and unwillingness. It stared intently at the Creation Golden Talisman, as if trying to see it clearly.
The Sea of Consciousness churned. The blood-red giant dissipated, leaving only two quiet clusters of blood-red light hovering above.
Fang Cheng’s divine soul drifted over and grasped the two clusters of blood-red light, causing them to slowly shrink.
In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had completely devoured the remnants of Ren Yan’s divine soul.
All of Ren Yan’s life memories were now known to Fang Cheng.
「Outside.」
Fang Cheng stood on the mountain peak, looking at the two halves of the Blood Bead on the ground with a grave expression.
After this Magical Artifact was shattered by him, Ren Yan had fused his Spiritual Mechanism into it in an attempt to possess Fang Cheng, a plot that ultimately ended in failure.
Now, the remains of this Third-tier Demonic Dao Magical Artifact had lost all its spirituality, leaving only the mysterious, broken material.
Fang Cheng collected the fragments of the Blood Bead and sighed softly.
After devouring Ren Yan’s divine soul, he had learned many things that were enough to subvert his understanding of this world. His heart was now far from calm.
’First, I should go help Master kill the Southern Mang Demon King.’
He let out a long breath, cutting away the distracting thoughts in his mind. His body transformed into a sharp streak of sword light, shot into the sky, and vanished in a flash.
「A moment later.」
An earth-shattering boom echoed from the distant sky. Thunder Light flashed wildly, illuminating more than half the heavens.
「Shortly after.」
The fluctuations of aura between heaven and earth returned to calm.
Ten thousand li high in the sky, the sea of clouds was thin, and astral winds raged.
A mass of Demonic Light, black as flame, enveloped a giant Profound Turtle, slowly refining it.
Fang Cheng and Sun Fuguo sat cross-legged in the sky, each meditating to regulate their breathing and recover their Magical Power.
Within the Li Hen Demon Light, the Profound Turtle’s hard shell was covered in shocking Sword Marks. The most fatal of them had nearly split the entire shell in two.
That one was left by Sun Fuguo.
The grade of the Flying Sword in his hand was even higher than Fang Cheng’s Youhong Sword. It was also the Yinluo Sect’s only Third-rank top-grade flying sword to date.
If not for this sword, it would have been difficult to cut through the Southern Mang Demon King’s shell.
Not long after, the Demonic Light slowly receded.
Only a clean turtle shell remained in the air.
Although it was covered in Sword Marks, it was still a fine piece of Artifact Refining Material.
After the master and disciple duo joined forces to slay the Demon King, they agreed on a plan for dividing the spoils.
—The master would take the shell, and the disciple would take the rest.
Now that the division was complete, the two of them cleaned up and returned to the Abyssal Marsh.
Along the way, Fang Cheng’s expression was normal again, no longer showing the heavily preoccupied look he had before.
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