Chapter 966: Ferocious Might
Chapter 966: Ferocious Might
“But that Evil Monarch himself, capable of commanding all these fiends, must possess no small amount of magical power. ” Fang Xi looked at the group of young people, unable to resist offering a reminder.
“Heh heh, with all us immortals gathered here, those demonic clowns are just waiting to be beheaded. . . Fellow Daoist Fang, if you’re afraid, you might as well just hide to the side and cheer us on. ”
‘Flying Dragon Sword’ Jian Caifei finally couldn’t hold back, scoffing.
“Indeed. . . look at that magic artifact in his hand, it’s simply crude and unsightly, it doesn’t even deserve to be called a flying sword. ”
Several young Daoists from the Mountain-Moving Dao, knowing that ‘Flying Dragon Sword’ Jian Caifei was the most outstanding among their group of young sword immortals, had long harbored a desire to curry favor, and at this moment joined in the clamor.
“Hmph. ”
Fang Xi felt playful inside, but his face dramatically changed color as he said, “This is your blindness! This flying sword of mine is an ancient supreme treasure, named ‘Heavenly Demon Beheading Immortal Sword’! Upon it are carved 108,000 secret demonic seals, capable of restraining and harnessing the power of outer-realm heavenly demons for my own use. It’s just that this sword harms heavenly harmony, which is why a senior immortal applied a spirit talisman seal to it, causing its divine nature to conceal itself. ”
“Hahaha! ”
Fang Xi didn’t bother to explain, and simply went to the side, sitting cross-legged.
If it wasn’t for the faint feeling that there was an opportunity for him here, he wouldn’t have bothered mingling with this group of juniors.
‘It’s just that this opportunity seems unrelated to cultivation level. . . ’
In a flash.
Three days passed in a flash.
Along with Jian Caifei’s whistle, streaks of iridescent light flew up from the platform.
Among them, there were those who had cultivated into sword immortals, their flying swords freely traversing the azure heavens, and also those who rode various colorful rays of light, flying carpets, or flower baskets.
Even more were sword knights, who found it difficult to fly and could only rely on magic artifacts to carry them through the air.
Fang Xi, as usual, controlled the Heavenly Demon Beheading Immortal Sword, transforming it into a half-black, half-green sword light, enveloping himself as he advanced.
“Fellow Daoist Fang, why don’t we see your Heavenly Demon Beheading Immortal Sword displaying its might? ”
Jian Caifei, with his body and sword merged as one, a crystal-clear small sword darting erratically, its blade marked with a winding pattern, resembling a dragon.
At this moment, the sword light of this flying sword was as agile as a dragon, making his escape light incredibly swift.
He even went for a round in front, and could still return to rendezvous with the main force, a faint smile on his face.
Fang Xi’s expression was calm, and he said nothing more.
Not long after, a strange peak suddenly jutted out ahead, its aura grand and majestic, like a giant palm.
On the middle finger of the palm-like mountain peak, there seemed to be some buildings, but at this moment, they were all stained with blood and dilapidated, clearly having experienced a great tragedy.
‘This place should be where the Martial Arts Assembly was held. . . ’
‘Looking at this situation, I’m afraid the martial arts world of Shu has been completely emptied. . . ’
Seeing this scene, Fang Xi’s eyes subtly shifted.
So many martial arts experts, their physiques and vital souls far stronger than ordinary people — one person could equal ten or even a hundred — making them the best materials for the demonic path to refine bronze-armored corpses, flying night-yakshas, or even formless yin demons.
‘It seems this time the Evil Monarch’s encirclement and suppression, besides merely defeating the righteous martial arts factions, might not have been without other intentions. . . ’
With this thought, his gaze towards the cultivators around him couldn’t help but carry a hint of pity.
Martial artists are only fit for refining into flying night-yakshas and the like, but cultivators’ aptitudes are only better than theirs, making them excellent materials for refining divine demons!
The demonic path refines life-bound divine demons and is proficient in the path of using demons to control demons. Therefore, after a demonic cultivator refines their life-bound divine demon, they can then refine and command other divine demons, with endless wondrous uses. . .
For example, White Bone Divine Demon, Vajra Manifested Divine Demon, Nine Children Mother Yin Demon, and so on.
Each one possesses boundless ferocious might!
In Fang Xi’s view, this Evil Monarch’s actions were far from benevolent, quite intent on catching all these righteous sword immortals and sword knights in one net and refining them all into his own divine demons.
‘Although those of the demonic sect don’t pay much attention to karma, killing so many young talents at once would likely immediately lead to an endless vendetta with their elders behind them. . . This is something one can see even without understanding karma. ’
‘It seems this Evil Monarch intends to kill and then flee? ’
‘Or perhaps. . . he is merely a chess piece, at which point he would not only bear these crimes, but even the divine demons he ultimately refined, along with his own life-bound divine demon, would have to be taken by his master. . . He would be a prime example of someone bringing their own dry rations, only to be sold off and then counting the money for their seller. ’
This kind of conspiracy, even without using divination arts, Fang Xi could figure out many key points.
But cultivators, when calamity is about to strike, often have their spiritual senses clouded by heavenly fate and then give rise to the three poisons of greed, anger, and delusion. Unless they are individuals of great willpower and great enlightenment, it is extremely difficult for them to extricate themselves.
In this regard, transmigrators seemed to have an advantage.
“Hahaha! How late you all are! ”
A clear laugh came.
On the high platform built in the past for the martial arts contest, at some unknown point, an extra person had appeared. It was none other than the Evil Monarch!
This person appeared to be at most twenty or thirty years old, his appearance extremely handsome. He possessed both the vibrant energy of youth and the mature steadiness of a middle-aged man, two temperaments perfectly blended, truly a dashingly handsome man.
Behind the Evil Monarch followed a group of individuals, some with disheveled hair holding black banners, others dressed in animal skins with tattooed faces. Indeed, they were all a bunch of freaks and monsters.
“Evil Monarch, you slaughter mortals, you will surely suffer divine retribution! Today, we shall enforce justice on behalf of Heaven! ”
Jian Caifei stepped out from the crowd, flicking the Flying Dragon Sword in his hand, and shouted in a deep voice, subtly taking the lead among the immortals. This made the hearts of several female cultivators subtly stir, with expressions of admiration, respect, and so on appearing in their eyes.
“Amitabha, may I ask, what is the procedure for today’s sword contest? ”
The Dragon Zen Monk also put his hands together and asked.
“Today’s sword contest is very simple! ”
A wicked, charming smile appeared on the Evil Monarch’s lips. He took a step forward: “You can all come at me at once, or take turns. . . As long as you can defeat me, what if I admit defeat? ”
“Hmph, what arrogance! ”
Jian Caifei heard this person speak with such immense arrogance, and couldn’t help but laugh out of extreme anger, shouting, “Let me be the first to meet you! ”
He formed a sword seal, and the Flying Dragon Sword transformed into a stream of light and flew out, truly swift as lightning, aggressive as fire.
If it were an ordinary rogue cultivator, they would be beheaded by the flying sword if they weren’t careful.
The Evil Monarch’s lips held a smile. He extended his right hand, as white as jade, and lightly reached forward as if plucking a flower.
A five-colored magical power giant hand appeared out of thin air, and with his index finger and thumb pressed together, he pinched that streak of sword light between his fingers.
This kind of magical power giant hand spell could hardly be called a spell; it was rather a crude application of magical power. Anyone who had refined magical power could perform it.
Often, it would even be given a fancy name, such as ‘Innate One Qi Great Grasp’!
Of course, for those with profound cultivation, even a casually cast spell possessed boundless power.
And this Innate One Qi Great Grasp had many variations. For example, those who primarily cultivated Wood-attribute True Qi, the magical power giant hand they conjured would be green, known as the ‘Innate Wood-Attribute One Qi Great Grasping Hand’!
Often, when grabbing enemy magic artifacts or flying swords, it would also have a layer of entanglement effect.
The Evil Monarch’s, however, was the ‘Five Poisons Demonic Qi One Qi Grasping Hand’!
It was formed by condensing his hard-cultivated ‘Five Poisons Demonic Qi’; its color was five-hued, dazzling and vibrant, quite beautiful, yet it carried a faint, fishy stench, and its surface teemed with countless scorpions, centipedes, spiders, and other five-poison creatures scurrying about.
“Sever! ”
Originally, when Jian Caifei saw the Evil Monarch perform the magical power grasping hand, a hint of disdain still lingered on his face.
One should know that what he wielded was not a sword-shaped magic artifact like Fang Xi’s, but a true flying sword!
Immortal flying swords are incredibly sharp, capable of slicing through any spell with a single strike, their power far exceeding ordinary magic treasures!
He immediately changed his sword seal, preparing to cleave this magical power giant hand apart with one sword stroke and incidentally take the Evil Monarch’s life, resolving the fight in one move.
Historically, sword immortals possessing a flying sword were always invincible in combat.
He had also somewhat underestimated his opponent.
Unexpectedly, even after changing his sword seal, that ‘Flying Dragon Sword’ still couldn’t break free, as if it were a small snake grasped by its vital point.
This time, Jian Caifei was truly greatly alarmed.
The smile on the Evil Monarch’s lips expanded further. Above the five-colored giant hand, streaks of black qi crisscrossed, manifesting various venomous creatures such as ancient venomous pythons, nether-cold yin scorpions, and twelve-winged heavenly centipedes, strand by strand, intertwining with the flying sword.
The Flying Dragon Sword let out a mournful cry, and was actually corroded by the poisonous qi, turning into a piece of scrap iron, and fell to the ground.
Jian Caifei saw this scene and felt such unbearable heartache that he spat out a mouthful of heart’s blood.
This flying sword of his was bestowed by his master, a treasured inheritance of his sect, and he had been repeatedly admonished that it was to be passed down to his disciples in the future.
Now that it was destroyed, he would certainly be severely punished upon his return, perhaps even have his magical power abolished and be expelled from the sect!
In reality, although this ‘Flying Dragon Sword’ was indeed a flying sword, it was merely a low-grade flying sword.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so easily corroded by the ‘Five Poisons Demonic Qi’!
The Evil Monarch, having gained the upper hand, showed no mercy. A nether-cold yin scorpion emanated a chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing eternity. With just one pounce, Jian Caifei turned into an ice sculpture, even his soul frozen along with him.
Such frozen corpses of cultivators, if some cold-attribute materials were added later, would make excellent material for refining ‘Lunar Divine Demons’ or ‘Moon Palace Divine Demons’.
“Brother Jian? ”
A group of sword immortals and sword knights saw this scene and couldn’t help but turn pale with fright. Many of the young female immortals even turned ghostly pale.
Most of them had trained within their sects since childhood, growing up under the protection of their masters’ wings. This was still their first time emerging from the mountains, and they fully believed that with all the immortals present, the demons would surely surrender.
Who could have imagined such a vast difference between ideals and reality?
The Evil Monarch was, after all, a martial artist; his ability to seize opportunities was unparalleled, even capable of defeating the strong with the weak, seeking victory in defeat. At this moment, he let out a cold laugh: “Who’s next? ”
“Everyone, let’s go together! Against such fiendish outsiders, there’s no need to observe martial arts rules. ”
Cold Mountain Sword Guest Peng Xifan raised his arm and shouted, causing Fang Xi to glance at him.
As expected of the righteous path, they picked up this trick without needing a teacher.
But then the Evil Monarch let out a long howl, his entire body enveloped in a layer of exceedingly sinister five-colored baleful qi. No matter how many spells or magic artifacts struck it, none had the slightest effect, and some magic artifacts were even corroded, losing much of their spirituality.
And with one palm strike, he displayed the path of immortal-martial integration. A giant palm print pressed down on Peng Xifan’s flying sword.
The quality of the ‘Cold Mountain Sword’ was still above the Flying Dragon Sword; although it was entwined by five-colored venomous threads, it still shone with silver light, struggling fiercely.
A figure flickered!
The Evil Monarch had already plunged into the midst of the young men and women, and with one downward slap of a five-colored palm, several female immortals, their faces pale with fright and frozen like quails, were instantly crushed into meat paste by an immense force!
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