CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 60: JUST A FATAL WOUND, NOT WORTH MENTIONING!_1

"Second Brother!"

"Third Brother!"

"Junior Brother Ji!"

At this moment, Li Longhao wore a look of grim resolve, seemingly ready to sacrifice himself for his cause. "The phenomena during the Malicious Ghost’s breakthrough were apocalyptic, a clear sign of its world-shocking potential."

"If this demon subdues the red-robed Malicious Ghost and turns it into an Artifact Spirit for a demonic weapon, it will surely unleash calamity upon the world and commit countless massacres."

"Since the reinforcements from our Sect are about to arrive, we absolutely cannot let this fiend escape!"

"Even if it means death, we have to hold him back!"

BOOM!

Li Longhao’s face was ashen as his Essence Blood, rich to the extreme, surged ferociously toward the heavy sword. In an instant, it condensed into a forty-meter-long giant sword that hewed down with immense force.

Despite Daimon Qianmian’s Cultivation Level at the sixth layer of the Golden Core Stage, he did not dare to ignore Li Longhao’s desperate strike.

"Ignorant junior, do you really think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?"

Fury and humiliation crossed Daimon Qianmian’s face. He, a dignified Golden Core Stage Demon Cultivator, had already decided to spare these youngsters, yet they had the gall to pursue him. This was an intolerable insult!

BOOM!

Daimon Qianmian waved the Banner of a Myriad Souls. In an instant, countless ghostly auras transformed into shields, layering themselves in front of the giant sword to dissolve its energy.

HUM...

As the sword energy scattered the ghostly aura, the Banner of a Myriad Souls twisted continuously, radiating streaks of red light as if Nie Linglan was struggling within it.

Obviously, Nie Linglan had not yet been completely refined. Because of this, the Banner of a Myriad Souls was not only unamplified but actually had to divert a portion of its power to keep her suppressed.

"Eldest Brother, be careful!"

Li Longji and Li Longyou exchanged a look, a shared resolve blazing in their eyes as they shot toward Li Longhao. The three brothers’ minds connected, and their sword energies merged. No words were needed; in a mere instant, the Three Talents Sword Formation took shape once more as endless Mana poured madly into the Formation.

Haotian Sword Aura!

Li Longhao let out a heavenward roar, his giant sword pointed skyward. The Sword Sect’s ultimate technique, Haotian Sword Aura, slashed out, transforming into a nearly hundred-meter-long beam of light with the power to seemingly split the heavens and sunder the earth.

Madman!

Even Daimon Qianmian could not help but show fear in his eyes when faced with such an attack.

This single sword strike made it clear that the Li brothers were fighting with their lives on the line. Their Mana overloaded the sword formation, and they even burned their Essence Blood to push their combined power to the Golden Core Stage. One could only imagine the might of Golden Core Stage Sword Cultivators, using a Golden Core Stage sword formation, enhanced by the Sword Sect’s ultimate technique.

Even an existence like Daimon Qianmian, at the sixth layer of the Golden Core Stage, dared not be careless. After all, his techniques focused on deceit and unpredictability, not direct combat.

"Since you seek death, don’t blame me for being heartless!"

A trace of venom surfaced in Daimon Qianmian’s eyes as he withdrew a red statue of the Fierce Beast Qiong Qi from his sleeve.

SPURT!

He spat another mouthful of Essence Blood onto the Qiong Qi statue. Instantly, an endless, malevolent energy churned forth, transforming into a colossal, crimson Qiong Qi that loomed before Daimon Qianmian.

ROAR!

Facing the heaven-splitting sword aura, the crimson Qiong Qi roared at the sky. Its malevolent energy surged and shot out as a solid beam of light.

The sword aura and Qiong Qi’s Roar collided, each canceling the other out.

But with a Golden Core Stage Cultivation Level, Daimon Qianmian’s Mana was clearly more profound. Soon, Qiong Qi’s Roar shattered the gigantic Haotian Sword Aura and boomed toward its targets.

In an instant, the deafening roar of the Fierce Beast echoed for hundreds of miles, completely drowning out all other sounds.

BOOM!

The entire Zhao Residence turned to dust under the violent impact, and the ground caved in, forming a shockingly large crater.

If Wang Xiu hadn’t had the foresight to set up the Four Divine Beasts Evil-Suppressing Formation around the Zhao Residence, and if the nearby civilians hadn’t already been evacuated, that roar alone would have shattered the eardrums of thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people.

SPURT!

The three Li Family brothers coughed up blood in unison as they were sent flying backward.

Li Longyou’s face was as pale as paper. Responsible for the Three Talents Sword Formation’s defense, he had borne the brunt of the attack and was knocked unconscious.

Li Longji lay on the ground spitting blood, yet he was snoring softly. It was unclear if he had been knocked unconscious or simply knocked asleep again.

As for Li Longhao, his towering eight-foot frame was covered in wounds left by the savage sonic waves, looking as though he had suffered a gruesome death by a thousand cuts. Yet, even so, the man still stood tall and proud.

"Merely..."

Li Longhao spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes lifted defiantly toward Daimon Qianmian. "Merely a fatal wound. Hardly worth mentioning!"

With that said, his furious eyes went vacant as he lost consciousness.

Until the moment he fainted, he remained standing tall, his posture screaming defiance.

「」

"Ignorant little brats!"

"I will flay you, pull out your tendons, crush your bones, and scatter your ashes!"

Amidst the thick dust, Daimon Qianmian’s face was deathly pale, his eyes brimming with venomous spite. Clearly, spitting two mouthfuls of Essence Blood had severely drained his vitality, to the point he might even suffer a regression in his Cultivation Level.

Indeed. The rumors within the Demon Cult were true. One could provoke the Longhu Immortal Sect or the Great Vajra Temple, but one must never, ever provoke a Taoist from the Sanqing Immortal Sect. These Taoists... every last one of them is a goddamn lunatic! Lunatics!!!

But since I’ve dealt with those three, there’s no rush to escape. The Li brothers are unconscious, nothing more than lambs for the slaughter. All that’s left is that kid from the Thunder Sect, a mere first-level Core Formation Stage cultivator. What can he possibly do, even fighting with all his might? Today, I will ensure the Sanqing Immortal Sect grieves the loss of four of its prodigies!

Yin Sha Great Handprint!

Killing intent surged in Daimon Qianmian’s eyes. He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a boundless Yin Sha Qi instantly transformed into countless blades that shot toward Wang Xiu.

CLANG!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

However, contrary to Daimon Qianmian’s expectations, his attack—powerful enough to annihilate an ordinary early-stage Golden Core practitioner—did not crush his opponent with ease.

BOOM!

A colossal suit of Black Tortoise armor materialized a few feet from Wang Xiu’s body, continuously drawing power from the Four Divine Beasts Formation.

He sat cross-legged within the great Formation, his five centers facing heaven, hands forming daoist seals. His lips moved rapidly as if he were chanting an incantation.

Although Wang Xiu’s face grew somewhat pale as the Black Tortoise armor took repeated hits, the incantation he was reciting never ceased.

"Of the sky’s Three Wonders, the sun, moon, and stars."

"They pierce heaven and earth, startling ghosts and gods."

"All deities bow their heads in their presence."

"And wicked spirits flee without pause."

...

"Still putting up a futile resistance?"

A vicious smile spread across Daimon Qianmian’s face. On any other day, he would have toyed with them for a while before killing them.

However, his condition was far too poor. Coupled with Wang Xiu’s mention of "Sanqing Immortal Sect" reinforcements, he felt a genuine fear and dared not waste another moment.

SPURT!

The effort of gathering the dense Yin Sha Qi aggravated his internal injuries, causing Daimon Qianmian to spit up another mouthful of blood.

But the Yin Sha Qi that he reconverged was even more violent and terrifying than before, condensing into a black demon blade nearly a hundred meters long, aimed directly at the chanting Wang Xiu.

Daimon Qianmian was confident that if this strike landed, no matter how tough the young man before him was, death would be his only end.

...

However, that strike was never unleashed. Just as he aimed the demon blade at Wang Xiu...

The heavens grew furious.