Chapter 1319 |
Chapter 1319: How Dare You Hit Me!
When An Nu suddenly drew the demonic mirror, Su Jingzhen promptly stowed the Black Demon Lightning Warhammer he had initially brandished.
At the same time, demonic light flickered in both his hands.
In his left hand appeared the World-Suppressing Demonic Orb, a treasure obtained from the Heaven Slaying Demon Sect.
In his right hand materialized the Martial God Void Tower.
Both were foundational treasures of Demon General Realm-level forces, far surpassing ordinary spirit tools of that rank.
They even faintly approached the caliber of Demon King Realm treasures.
As the demonic light from An Nu’s mirror surged toward him, Su Jingzhen didn’t hesitate.
He hurled the World-Suppressing Demonic Orb forward.
The orb spun rapidly, its demonic light erupting as it expanded to a hundred feet in diameter. It directly intercepted the beam refracted from An Nu’s mirror.
With a wave of his right hand, the Martial God Void Tower also grew swiftly, soon looming over the Demon Battle Stage.
A vast, overwhelming pressure radiated from it, enveloping An Nu entirely.
Simultaneously, Su Jingzhen drew upon the full might of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
With the combined power of these two treasures, even An Nu—an Eighth Stage Demon Sage Realm cultivator—struggled to resist.
Initially, An Nu had been certain that his superior cultivation would easily crush Su Jingzhen.
Armed with the Heavenly Water Family’s treasure provided by Shui Ze, failure had seemed unthinkable.
But now, panic set in.
“How is this possible?!” he exclaimed, terror gripping his heart as his body momentarily froze.
Desperate, he unleashed the full force of his Eighth Stage Demon Sage Realm cultivation, frantically activating the demonic mirror. Its light flared anew. After all, this was a prized artifact of the Heavenly Water Family, and An Nu’s strength was formidable.
He managed to break free from Su Jingzhen’s suppression.
Su Jingzhen frowned slightly at this.
He mused inwardly that his raw power was still somewhat lacking.
If he couldn’t swiftly subdue An Nu now, it might tarnish his reputation as the seventh elder of the Demon Battle Guild. Without hesitation, he summoned his Body Cultivation sub-panel:
[Body Cultivation: Twenty Secret Repositories Unlocked!
Body Level: Immortal Lord (Demon Marquis Realm) (Second Stage)
Next Secret Repository to Unlock: Lingxu Point (0/3400)]
[Remaining Available Points: 58,978]
“After so many battles, it’s only natural I’ve broken through a few minor realms,” Su Jingzhen muttered to himself. “Besides, as the Envoy of the Demon God Walking the Mortal World, no one would dare question my rapid cultivation speed.”
He allocated points without delay:
[Body Cultivation: Twenty-One Secret Repositories Unlocked!
Body Level: Immortal Lord (Demon Marquis Realm) (Fourth Stage)
Next Secret Repository to Unlock: Yunmen Point (0/3600)]
[Remaining Available Points: 55,578]
After unlocking the Lingxu Point, his cultivation rose by two minor stages. Sensing the changes briefly, he continued allocating points:
[Body Cultivation: Twenty-Two Secret Repositories Unlocked!
Body Level: Immortal Lord (Demon Marquis Realm) (Sixth Stage)
Next Secret Repository to Unlock: Zhangmen Point (0/3800)]
[Remaining Available Points: 51,978]
The process took mere moments. As a Body Cultivator, his aura remained imperceptible to others unless he acted.
Su Jingzhen glanced at An Nu, a cold smile curling his lips.
Now at the Sixth Stage of the Demon Marquis Realm, he could channel even greater power.
Terrifying world energy coursed through his meridians, surging unrestrained into the Martial God Void Tower overhead.
As the tower spun, its suppressive force intensified, completely overpowering An Nu’s faltering demonic mirror.
An Nu’s expression shifted dramatically. The tower’s crushing pressure rendered him utterly immobile.
The countless spectators below watched in awe.
“Is this the true strength of the newly appointed seventh elder? He must have held back in all his previous fights. If he’d used this orb and tower against the Jade-Faced Scholar, the scholar wouldn’t have lasted a moment,” one remarked.
“Though this Heavenly Water Family guy is strong, and that demonic mirror is impressive, this battle’s clearly over,” another added.
The onlookers reveled in the spectacle.
At the arena’s edge, Man Qiong, manager of the Barbarian God Demon Battle Arena, observed with surprise. “His strength increased again in an instant. Was he feigning weakness all along?”
Amid the crowd’s chatter, Su Jingzhen let out a sinister laugh. “It’s over. I’m done toying with you.”
With those words, the Martial God Void Tower’s demonic light blazed brighter. The tower descended with crushing force.
“No!” An Nu screamed, despair in his eyes.
But even as an Eighth Stage Demon Sage Realm cultivator, he couldn’t escape. The tower pulverized him into dust.
As the blood mist cleared, only the faintly glowing demonic mirror remained on the ground.
Su Jingzhen felt a pang of reflection.
An Eighth Stage Demon Sage Realm cultivator was akin to an Eighth Stage Immortal King.
Back in the Immortal Realm, such figures had been untouchable to him. Yet now, he could dispatch them with a gesture.
In less than two years since his debut, he’d climbed to the upper echelons of this world, nearing its peak.
Lost in thought, his actions didn’t falter. He darted to the demonic mirror, seizing it and storing it in his Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. This was his spoil of war—he wouldn’t leave it behind.
Shui Wu and Shui Ze’s vision darkened at the sight. Their bodies trembled, on the verge of collapse.
“As expected, a one-sided thrashing,” a spectator noted. “But judging by their faces, the Heavenly Water Family duo must have wagered heavily with Huo Yang. Otherwise, they wouldn’t look so wrecked.”
“This show might not be over yet,” another chimed in.
As the crowd buzzed, Han Lin, manager of the Heavenly Water Demon Battle Arena, arrived in a fury.
Seeing Su Jingzhen claim the demonic mirror, his vision darkened. Enraged, he stormed toward Shui Ze and Shui Wu.
He already knew the situation. Before reaching them, he struck from afar.
Slap! Slap!
Shui Ze and Shui Wu spat blood.
“Han Lin, you old fool! How dare you hit me?!” Shui Ze roared.