[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - Chapter 27

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Chapter Two: The Right Chancellor's Conspiracy

Jun Tianxie's words immediately caused a stir among the crowd.

"He...he's one of the two chancellors of the Heavenly Palace's 'Ten Directions Annihilation'—the 'Right Chancellor,' Grand Tutor Wen?!"

Everyone present knew that Grand Tutor Wen was the most trusted right-hand man of "Heavenly King" Di Shitian, responsible for strategizing and planning, yet he himself was quite low-key and rarely acted personally.

Today, however, he suddenly appeared openly on this "Peak of Life and Death," and coupled with the man carrying explosives earlier, without any prompting, everyone knew that today's battle was heavily influenced by conspiracy.

Grand Tutor Wen slowly scanned the scene, his gaze finally settling on Jun Tianxie. He smiled and said, "I'd also like to know, how did you know this person was carrying explosives?"

A wise man doesn't shy away from asking questions. No plan is ever truly "perfect." For things that couldn't be predicted beforehand, remedial measures afterward are a good option, even serving as experience for future plans. He didn't find it so difficult to utter the words "I don't know," which are usually the most shameful for a wise man.

Jun Tianxie crossed his arms and said casually, "Want to know? That's not difficult. Just answer one question."

"Oh?" Grand Tutor Wen smiled slightly. "It has to be one I can answer." "

You can definitely answer it, and the question is very simple. You just need to answer yes or no." Jun Tianxie said to Grand Tutor Wen with ease and nonchalance, "So, deal?" Grand Tutor

Wen's phoenix eyes flashed with a strange light. He no longer regarded Jun Tianxie as an ordinary youth, but as a rival in a battle of wits. Because of this, he couldn't afford to be careless.

"I agree."

Without much hesitation, Grand Tutor Wen nodded in agreement to the deal. After all, knowing when to counter an enemy's moves was one way to understand them.

"Very good." Jun Tianxie smiled. "You certainly won't regret it. My question is simple. As the chief strategist of the 'Heavenly Palace,' you should know that your master's other identity is 'General' Tang Luanli, one of the 'Nine Extraordinary Men.' Don't you think so?"

Upon hearing this, Grand Tutor Wen's pupils contracted, and a murderous aura flashed across his face before disappearing. After all, this feeling of being outmaneuvered was something he had never experienced before.

Jun Tianxie smiled faintly. "What's wrong? Grand Strategist, everyone is waiting for your answer." Grand

Tutor Wen was, after all, a shrewd and calculating man. He quickly regained his composure and laughed heartily. "Revealing this now, I really don't see any benefit for you."

Grand Tutor Wen's words immediately caused a stir among those present. After all, very few people knew that the "Heavenly King" and the "General" shared the same identity, and Grand Tutor Wen's answer was tantamount to indirectly admitting the secret revealed by Jun Tianxie.

Jun Tianxie shook his head and said, "Grand Tutor, just answer yes or no. Whether there's any benefit or not is up to me to decide."

Grand Tutor Wen smiled frankly, "What is there to deny? Let's just say it is!"

Amidst the uproar, Jun Tianxie nodded and smiled, "Grand Tutor is indeed an honest man who doesn't do things in secret. Since you've been so frank, I should keep my promise. The one who exposed the identity of the assassin you planted is my old man."

Grand Tutor Wen's eyes revealed a look of both admiration and regret as he said, "Indeed... So what I just saw was Sect Master Jun's enlightenment of Alaya-vijnana, his primordial spirit appearing thousands of miles away." "A battle between father and son manifesting their astral projections?"

Jun Tianxie gave a thumbs-up and praised, "As expected of the Right Prime Minister Wen, hailed as the number one sage of the Demonic Sect, your knowledge is indeed profound. You can even see through the Alaya consciousness and the astral projection at a glance. Let's not beat around the bush. I know your purpose in being so humble is simply to extract information about the old man's life or death from me. Don't worry! My old man has indeed gone to the Western Paradise to see Buddha. This is an undeniable fact."

A glint flashed in Grand Tutor Wen's eyes, and he sneered, "If that's the case, what use do I have for you?"

Jun Tianxie crossed his arms and smiled faintly, "Finally going to turn on us? I've been waiting for you! Bring it on!"

"You won't even have time to feel your death!"

Grand Tutor Wen waved his hand, but unexpectedly nothing happened. An awkward silence fell under the iron mask. Then, not believing it, he tried again, but the result was the same. Grand Tutor Wen's eyes were different now.

"What's wrong? Not as much of a fireworks display as you expected? Surprised?"

Jun Tianxie glanced at Grand Tutor Wen with a mocking tone, his arrogant demeanor practically infuriating.

"You… how did you do that?!"

Grand Tutor Wen realized he had made a grave mistake. To confirm Jun Nitian's death, he had risked appearing before everyone, even exposing his master's identity as a condition. He believed that any price paid for uncovering the mystery of his greatest enemy's fate was worthwhile… but now he suddenly realized that the Son of Heaven's terror might not be inferior to that of the King of Hell!

Jun Tianxie sighed and said, "Grand Tutor, you only know one side of the story. 'Alaya Consciousness' is known as the ultimate realm. Those who comprehend the consciousness of the other shore 'know all dharmas.' There are no secrets in the world to them. The explosives you painstakingly buried under this mountain were all cut off by my old man without even a word. It's only natural that you feel resentful. I understand."

Resentful? No, Grand Tutor Wen did not feel resentful. Instead, a feeling of admiration and relief fermented in his chest. He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "What a 'King of Hell' Jun Nitian! Whether in life or in death, Grand Tutor is no match for the Sect Master. Please allow me to pay my highest respects to you, Sect Master!"

Grand Tutor Wen bowed deeply to the ground in Jun Tianxie's direction. The latter did not avoid it and accepted the bow calmly, because he knew that the person the other party was paying respect to was not him, but his biological father who was no longer present, or even anywhere in the world.

After bowing, Grand Tutor Wen straightened up, his phoenix eyes flashing with a sharp light, and said in a deep voice, "Sect Leader Jun is the person I admire most in my life, but today, I have no choice but to use every means to put the Sect Leader's only bloodline to death!"

Jun Tianxie smiled and said, "I was just about to see what Grand Tutor Wen can do. I also believe that the second-in-command of the Ten Directions Annihilation Sect has more to his plans than this. Please, Grand Tutor Wen, show us what you've got!" Before Grand

Tutor Wen could make his next move, a tall figure suddenly cut in between the two of them. His handsome face was filled with righteous indignation; it was none other than the one and only... The chivalrous Long Bufei faced Grand Tutor Wen, his palms outstretched, and coldly said, "Grand Tutor, if you intend to harm my sworn brother, did you even ask for my opinion first?"

Jun Tianxie raised his head slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips, and thought to himself, "Do you understand? This is what they call 'the wise speak, the fools act'! Even without that old man's invincible protective charm, I still have plenty of bodyguards. Get through this first before you come looking for me!"

Grand Tutor Wen, of course, couldn't hear Jun Tianxie's thoughts, but in his plan, he had naturally already prepared for any unforeseen circumstances.

Grand Tutor Wen gave Long Bufei a confident smile and said, "Brother Long, don't be impatient. Of course, I've already prepared an opponent for you."

Grand Tutor Wen raised his hand, and immediately another person flew out from the crowd and pounced on Long Bufei. Although the attack was swift, it was full of flaws in the hands of a master like "Natural Enemy." Just as Long Bufei was about to turn around and sweep the enemy away with a palm strike, he suddenly heard Jun Tianxie shout, "No! Brother, retreat quickly!"

Hearing Jun Tianxie's reminder, Long Bufei didn't have time to think. He gathered his energy and retreated rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the person exploded in mid-air with a "boom!" Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the explosion was extremely powerful. At least six or seven people in the crowd were either killed or injured in the explosion.

Long Bufei was secretly shocked and felt incredibly lucky. If he hadn't heeded Jun Tianxie's warning and stopped, even if he survived the explosion, he would at least have been injured.

Grand Tutor Wen had planted more than one "human bomb" in the crowd! No wonder he was so confident.

As the gunpowder smoke billowed, Grand Tutor Wen had already concealed himself and fled. Because the scene was so chaotic, almost no one noticed his actions. No! Actually, one person did notice, but those cunning eyes gleamed with knowing light. Grand Tutor Wen's

actions were his "protective charm" for remaining confident in his escape even after his identity was exposed. In short, he was taking advantage of the chaos; the more chaotic the situation, the more advantageous it was for him. Therefore, even though he knew there was more than one ambush, Jun Tianxie wouldn't be foolish enough to expose all of the "Right Prime Minister's" trump cards.

Now that the time was ripe, it was time for him to retire successfully... uh, to make a run for it.

Explosions and deafening roars echoed through the crowd, each one claiming the lives of dozens. How many assassins had Grand Tutor Wen brought to carry out these suicide attacks? The uncertainty and the threat of death further exacerbated the chaos.

Having made up his mind, Jun Tianxie activated his "Evil Path Nirvana," synchronizing his aura with the workings of heaven and earth, preparing to use "Dreamy Illusory Flowers" to escape. With his current cultivation, even if Long Bufei and the third-ranked martial artist in the world were more than ten feet away, they couldn't stop him.

Unfortunately! He had overlooked one person this time—someone inconspicuous but who had been secretly watching him!

—"Guanyin Heavenly Maiden" Fan Xin Di!

Without any warning, a celestial sword aura, like ten thousand rivers flowing into the sea, danced gracefully in the void, seemingly pleasing to the eye, yet as if foreseeing the future, completely sealing off Jun Tianxie's next escape route.

"You despicable wretch! I haven't even challenged you to a duel, and you've already come looking for trouble?"

Normally, Jun Tianxie would avoid pointless battles in this perilous situation, but this "opponent" is different. This is crucial to his ability to integrate his inner personality, and he absolutely cannot miss this opportunity to "test his skills"!

"Miss Fan, I have no past grievances or recent feuds with you. Why are you so persistent?"

Although he had already decided to accept the challenge, Jun Tianxie, habitually hypocritical, first adopted a conciliatory attitude to appease her, preventing Fan Xindi from psychologically committing a ruthless act.

After this verbal probing, Jun Tianxie would also use his "unmoved evil heart" to sense her reaction, to see if this peerless successor of the "Bodhi Throne" had been influenced by him.

From Fan Xin Di's exquisitely beautiful and elegant face, there was absolutely no sign of her being affected. Her jade-like hand holding the sword was as steady as Mount Tai, exuding a transcendent aura. Her sword strikes were like a celestial waterfall, and despite her young age, her moves already possessed the grandeur of a master!

Jun Tian Xie had to admit that he had underestimated his opponent, but he hadn't originally thought he could get rid of "Guanyin Tian Nu" so easily. So far

, it was still within his expectations. The battle with Jun Ni Tian, who had broken through to the final realm of "Alaya Consciousness," had benefited him immensely, beyond what outsiders could imagine. Not to mention the mysterious power possessed by the Third Heavenly Evil, he was now at the highest point of his life, fearless even when facing "War Ghost" Rakshasa or "Heavenly King" Indra.

"As expected of the sole successor of the 'Bodhi Throne' in the last five hundred years, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of you!"

Jun Tianxie chuckled wickedly, secretly channeling his profound power. The "Evil Path Nirvana" technique circulated throughout his body, and the Nirvana True Qi caused his meridians to miraculously expand to twice their original size, like rivers surging with water. The increased "container" for storing Qi meant an increase in usable Qi—a principle as simple as one plus one equals two.

But how many people in the world can freely control the size of their meridians? Jun Tianxie could achieve this; could his cultivation have reached the "Manas Consciousness" realm of "I can control my body at will"?

Jun Tianxie waved his hands, and his figure suddenly multiplied from one to two, from two to three, from three to four… In the blink of an eye, eight Jun Tianxies appeared, seemingly real yet illusory, indistinguishable from the real, and each Jun Tianxie had a completely different posture and expression!

"A clone? No! Each one's 'qi' is so real that even my 'Enlightened Mirror Heart' cannot distinguish between them! This is no longer a clone, but..." "

Dreamlike Illusory Flower! Eight Heavenly Dragons!"

Jun Tianxie shouted, and his eight "clones" moved simultaneously, flashing out of the Brahma Heart Truth Sword Net in eight different directions, turning around to surround the latter from above and begin their counterattack.

Dragon King, Heavenly King, Asura, Yaksha, Gandharva, Kinnara, Garuda, and Maraka are the Eight Heavenly Fighting Gods of Buddhism, with the Dragon Clan and Heavenly Clan as their leaders, hence the name "Eight Heavenly Dragons"!

After Jun Tianxie comprehended the cultivation of "Manas Consciousness," his "Dreamlike Illusory Flower" movement technique broke through from the realm of "deceiving the real from the fake" to the level of "both real and illusory." The "clones" are the "original body," and the "original body" is also the "clones," multiplying from one to eight. Even with the power of Brahma Heart Truth, it is impossible to see through the truth and falsehood of this move.

However, as the only renounced worldly successor trained by the "Bodhi Throne" in the past five hundred years, Fan Xindi quickly regained his composure after a brief moment of surprise. He grasped that Jun Tianxie's "clone" attack couldn't be countered by mere intuition. Fan Xindi instantly devised a simple yet effective countermeasure, his reaction so swift it could only be described as astonishing.

With a flick of his wrist, the "Good Thoughts" sword leaped, and the space was suddenly filled with the brilliance of sword dance and the subtle sounds of Zen, weaving together a vast Buddhist net. The sword tip trembled, emitting countless starlight, rising and falling. This power transcended the reach of a single swordsman; it was as if countless gods and Buddhas had descended to earth, secretly blessing him, to unleash such an extraordinary sword strike!

"Mahayana Buddha Sword - Dance of the Tathagata!"

The Buddha-inspired sword dance unleashed sword energy that seemed to possess its own spirit, blasting outwards in all directions and instantly shattering Jun Tianxie's six clones. However, this was within the latter's expectations. The strongest members of the "Eight Heavenly Dragons" were the "Heavenly King" and the "Dragon King." Although six clones were destroyed, the two strongest remained, enough to give "Guanyin Heavenly Maiden" a good beating!

"As expected of 'Guanyin Heavenly Maiden'! Although you've destroyed six of my clones, you still have the two strongest left. That's enough for you to witness my power!"

The two Jun Tianxies shouted simultaneously, their voices coming from both ends at the same time. The two clones, one in front and one behind, threw punches at Fan Xindi, almost equal to the combined power of Jun Tianxie and Yu Tianxie, enough to blast Fan Xindi into a pulp!

"Trying to force me to compete in internal strength?"

Understanding Jun Tianxie's intentions, Fan Xindi's jade lips curved into a bright, carefree smile. With a flick of her wrist, she sheathed her sword, and with a sweeping motion of her arms, she created space, unleashing two large, luminous moons from between her fingers!

"Bodhi Mirror Moon!"

The two moons met the two Jun Tianxie clones in front and behind. Jun Tianxie ignored their tricks and threw a punch with the same style. Then, the most bizarre thing happened!

Where the two Jun Tianxie's fists struck, the moon-shaped energy spheres shattered. But from within the shattered energy spheres, an identical version of himself appeared, throwing a punch at him, as if he were punching a mirror. However, the image in the mirror had become a tangible "object"!

The two Jun Tianxie simultaneously saw two "selves" throwing punches at them head-on. This scene was utterly absurd, yet undeniably real!

"Bang!"

The two Heavenly Evil "clones" finally clashed head-on with Brahma's "mirror body," unleashing a deafening roar. The violent shock caused the two Heavenly Evils to merge back into one, staggering backward, their internal organs churning and their blood and qi in disarray. However, the shock in their hearts far exceeded their outward injuries, because what had injured them was actually their own "Evil Path Nirvana" fist force!

It was clear that the mirror reflection used by Brahma just now was not an illusion, but a real entity!

What kind of miraculous technique did she use to return the attack exactly as it was? Could this be the mystery of the "Bodhi Throne" martial arts?

Although her internal organs and meridians were not damaged, given the current situation, it was absolutely not advisable to continue fighting against a master of the level of Fan Xindi!

Moreover, Jun Tianxie had not yet figured out the mystery of the former's "Bodhi Mirror Moon" move. Fortunately, Fan Xindi seemed to have no intention of pressing his advantage, otherwise he would have been in great trouble.

Although it was a little different from the plan, and the "Guanyin Heavenly Maiden's" strength was even greater than expected, the goal had been achieved after all, so why not leave now?

Once "Dreamy Illusory Flower" was used, he left the scene in an instant.

Chapter 3 Women's War

Here, five miles away from "Life and Death Peak," in a forest, the protagonist of this book, Jun Tianxie, who had become the last member of the Jun family bloodline, leaned against a tree trunk, trying to circulate his internal energy to suppress the still churning blood energy in his body, while muttering to himself.

"Damn it! I never expected that the woman from the 'Bodhi Throne' would be so skilled in martial arts that she'd rebel! Is that move called 'Bodhi Mirror Moon'? It's an incredibly clever and subtle technique of using the opponent's force against them! In terms of internal strength, this woman couldn't possibly be as profound as Long Bufei or the third-best in the world, but this move is enough to make her invincible. If I don't find a way to counter it, it will be difficult to force out her 'Sword of Removing Troubles'!" Jun

Tianxie, who had already glimpsed the "Manas Consciousness" realm, understood the method by which Fan Xindi broke his "Eight Heavenly Dragons" clone after a little thought. It was similar to the "Cause and Effect Reversal Technique" of the Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills of the "Martial Arts Academy," or the "borrowing force to use force" technique of the "Tai Chi School," but hundreds of times more sophisticated.

In addition to the technique of "using the opponent's own methods against them," it was even more sophisticated to the point that it could influence not only the tangible but also intangible "consciousness," which caused Jun Tianxie to experience the illusion of "himself fighting himself"!

However, knowing the principle doesn't mean knowing how to counter it. He had no confidence that he could devise a way to break through Fan Xin Di's "Bodhi Mirror Moon" next time.

While pondering this, a sudden thought struck him, and a bitter smile appeared on his handsome face. He slowly stood up and said to the empty space not far away, "This is truly unexpected. I didn't expect you to catch up so quickly?"

"It did take me quite a bit of effort to find it. As expected of the son of Yama."

A melodious voice, like a gentle breeze carrying the sound of bells, reached his ears. Jun Tian Xie shook his head, stood up with a faint smile. Since he couldn't avoid the trouble, he would face the challenge with a smile!

After Jun Ni Tian's death, Jun Tian Xie truly achieved unprecedented breakthroughs and growth. When facing problems, he no longer adopted the attitude of avoiding them as before, but would step forward depending on the situation… depending on the situation…

A slender white figure appeared before Jun Tian Xie. The newcomer was none other than the reincarnated successor of the "Bodhi Throne"—"Guanyin Heavenly Maiden" Fan Xin Di!

Fan Xindi was like a jade Guanyin statue exuding a sacred aura, seemingly not of this mortal realm, yet forced to float and sink in the sea of dust, giving one a dreamlike and ethereal feeling.

Jun Tianxie blinked and smiled, "I didn't expect to see Miss Fan again so soon, and I certainly didn't expect Miss Fan to follow me all the way here. Does this mean that Miss Fan has fallen in love with me at first sight to the point of being deeply infatuated and unable to extricate herself?"

Fan Xindi was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then chuckled and said, "If we're talking about the sharpness of words, if Young Master Jun admits to being second, I'm afraid no one in the world would dare to claim to be first."

Fan Xindi's smile was like a radiant light shining in a dark room, or an orchid blooming in muddy water, instantly drawing even Jun Tianxie's attention, as if some kind of magic had been cast.

"Damn it! I never imagined that a woman trained by Buddhist methods could reach the legendary level of 'formless allure'! If she had stabbed me while I was distracted, I wouldn't be alive now!"

After the initial amazement, Jun Tianxie cursed himself for his lack of self-control, yet he couldn't help but admire her skill. Even with his high level of cultivation, which allowed him to "not be moved by evil thoughts," he was still almost unable to resist the allure of Fan Xindi's "Buddha's smile." One can only imagine what it would have

been like for anyone else. Jun Tianxie's eyes gleamed with a wicked light, and he smiled confidently, saying, "This is a misunderstanding that Miss Fan doesn't know me well enough. My good friends all know that I'm actually a resolute and taciturn person at heart!"

Fan Xindi looked both amused and annoyed, saying, "Resolute and taciturn? You're associated with those four words? Forgive my limited imagination, but I can't agree with that."

Jun Tianxie felt that continuing to chat and joke with this captivating fairy would be the most attractive thing in the world. But he knew perfectly well that this was exactly the effect the other party wanted to create. For some reason, he intuitively felt that the other party was targeting him, even setting aside their unfinished battle with the third-ranked player in the world. Whatever the reason, it wasn't something he could easily ignore.

Seeing Jun Tianxie staring intently at her, even with her profound mental cultivation, Fan Xindi felt a sense of unease. She understood that this was because the other party was testing her mind with the same level of "Manas consciousness." A mental duel more intense than a real sword fight had already begun the moment they met.

"Without attachment or delusion, the true nature is clearly seen..."

Jun Tianxie silently recited the mantra "Unmoved by evil thoughts," instantly building layers of barriers in his heart, preventing anyone from seeing through him. A strange

light flashed in Fan Xindi's eyes, and she nodded slightly, saying, "Young Master Jun, you are so young, yet you have already entered the Divine Assembly Hall of 'Manas Consciousness,' truly worthy of being a descendant of Yama."

Jun Tianxie revealed a fawning smile, saying, "How can I compare to Miss Fan's extraordinary talent and lineage as a descendant of immortals? At such a young age, you have already become the hope of the righteous path after my sworn brother."

Fan Xindi said calmly, "Young Master Jun, you must have misunderstood. I have come out of seclusion this time to handle an official matter on behalf of my sect, and I have no intention of getting involved in the power struggles of the martial world."

Jun Tianxie shook his head, saying, "Once you fall into the great dye vat of the martial world, whether you want to be involved or not is probably no longer up to you, Miss Fan."

Fan Xindi's bright eyes dimmed, clearly her thoughts had been touched by Jun Tianxie's words.

Seeing an opportunity, Jun Tianxie stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "May I ask Miss Fan, have you mastered your sect's secret technique—'The Thirty-Six Styles of the Sword to Eliminate Troubles'?"

Fan Xindi's body trembled. Although her appearance showed little change, the contraction of her pupils revealed her surprise: "How do you know this sword technique?"

Jun Tianxie smiled with satisfaction: "Miss Fan's expression has already given me the answer I wanted. Thank you, Miss Fan. Then I only have one question left."

"What question?"

Jun Tianxie smiled: "How many moves do you think it will take for Miss Fan to force you to use this sword technique against me?"

"You—"

Before Fan Xindi could finish speaking, Jun Tianxie had already pounced on her, pointing out Nirvana Sword Qi in mid-air. His movements were graceful and agile, like a black panther pouncing on its prey, yet there was no killing intent, only a kind of "harmony" in sync with heaven and earth.

Fan Xindi never expected that Jun Tianxie would take the initiative to attack her! But she possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, and her initial shock quickly subsided. She gracefully moved away with a light touch, seemingly unwilling to confront Jun Tianxie directly.

"Young Master Jun, please hold your hand and listen to Xin Di's words..."

"What is it? We'll talk after we're done!"

Jun Tianxie displayed a rare, almost ferocious, fighting spirit. He spun in mid-air, unleashing a torrent of Nirvana Sword Qi that sealed off the three-foot space around Fan Xin Di.

Fan Xin Di frowned, her entire body seemingly transforming into a wisp of smoke. Her movements were unpredictable, yet she escaped Jun Tianxie's sword net attack unscathed, creating distance once more.

"Don't just run! Show me your true skills and let's fight!"

If anyone familiar with Jun Tianxie were present, they would surely doubt their eyes. That man, with his overwhelming aura and unparalleled bravery, like a reincarnation of Lu Bu, could actually be the "Evil Star" we always avoided like the plague!

"I have no intention of fighting you, Young Master Jun, why are you pressing me so hard?"

"Pressing me so hard? Then who was it that kicked me when I was down on 'Life and Death Peak'? Is Miss Fan's memory that bad?"

Fan Xindi was taken aback. On "Life and Death Peak," he had indeed been testing Jun Tianxie, intervening when the latter could have escaped. Such an action would naturally be accused of kicking someone when they're down, but coming from the latter, it sounded like sophistry.

Regardless, these words achieved the effect Jun Tianxie wanted. As Fan Xindi hesitated, Jun Tianxie seized the opportunity to attack with all his might!

Her sword fingers trembled, forcing out one perfect sword circle after another. Large and small circles appeared one after another, covering Fan Xindi's body. Then, the sword circles moved inward, trapping Fan Xindi within them!

"Nirvana Sword Technique – Lesser Nirvana Stance!"

Fan Xindi was trapped by these strange sword circles, but she showed no surprise or panic. She simply flicked her jade-like arms, and crescent-shaped energy appeared out of thin air in her palms. With the movement of her palms, the large circle sliced through the small circle, dazzling light and shadow slicing through the void, yet it could not sever the "emptiness" carried within Jun Tianxie's sword energy! An "emptiness" beyond her "Compassionate Enlightenment" ethereal realm!

"Hey! Don't think the same trick will always work on me!"

Although he couldn't figure out the secret of Fan Xindi's "Bodhi Mirror Moon" technique of borrowing force, Jun Tianxie firmly believed that every method has a counter. As long as the opponent had no force to borrow, they wouldn't fall for the illusion of rebound. As for the application of "emptiness," Jun Tianxie believed that his "Evil Path Nirvana" was second to none!

Since her debut, Fan Xindi had never felt confused by an opponent other than "Yanhuang" Jun Nitian, whose level was far higher than hers. Using "emptiness" to break "emptiness"—the principle was simple, but how many people could actually do it in real combat? Besides, Jun Tianxie was more than five years younger than her.

From a young age, Fan Xindi's talent had already astonished the elders of the "White Path Alliance," who considered it a once-in-a-century talent. She was later recommended to the "Bodhi Throne," where the Throne's highest leader, the "Lord of Floating and Sinking," made an exception and accepted her as his closed-door disciple, teaching her the highest Buddhist art, the "Mysterious Truth Zen Sword." She even became the holder of the Throne's record for mastering the Zen Sword in the shortest time. Although she wasn't complacent about this, she had indeed assessed her peers in this generation of martial arts, and they were few and far between.

Jun Tianxie wasn't among their initial top five opponents.

However, now, Fan Xindi felt it necessary to re-examine this list.

Fan Xindi's expression hardened, and the "Good Thoughts" sword on her back suddenly "clanged!" and unsheathed itself without any control, shining brightly like a golden lamp, yet without being dazzling.

With a gentle stretch of her right hand, she caught the sword hilt, while her left hand formed a sword incantation. She unleashed the "Good Thoughts" sword, leaving behind a shadowy, illusory image of a sword-wielding figure with each movement in the air, unfolding beside her. Fan Xin Di drew a circle with her sword, conjuring twelve arms, like a thousand-armed Guanyin statue, only fewer in number. The twelve sword-wielding hands formed a flame pattern, emanating a vast, Buddhist-power-like sword aura that seemed to fill the entire world in an instant.

Jun Tian Xie's expression changed upon seeing this: "The Myriad Truths Zen Sword?!"

Fan Xin Di's face shone with a clear, Buddhist light as she softly chanted: "Giving! Discipline! Patience! Diligence! Concentration! Wisdom! The Six Vows of Expedient Means! The Twelve Aspects of Bodhi!"

Although it wasn't entirely clear what Fan Xin Di was chanting, it was absolutely certain that the omnipresent Buddhist power was sweeping towards him in the manner of encompassing all sentient beings!

The "emptiness" created by the "heretical Nirvana" was quickly filled, decomposed, and digested by the seemingly empty yet not empty power generated by the "Twelve Kalpas Sword" propelled by the "Six Expedient Powers" of Fan Xindi. The "emptiness" was no longer empty, and Jun Tianxie had to worry about his own life. It seemed he wouldn't even last until Fan Xindi used the "Sword to Eliminate Troubles," before he perished under the opponent's "Mysterious Truth Zen Sword," which comprehended the workings of creation.

Fan Xindi finally unleashed his true power! His opponent's cultivation was even higher than the third-ranked cultivator in the world and Long Bufei—something Jun Tianxie hadn't anticipated. This also demonstrated the terrifying power of the "Bodhi Seat"!

At this point, lamenting and panicking were useless; only strength could save his life. Jun Tianxie was about to activate the eighth technique of the Eight Methods of Nirvana Protection—Nirvana Nirvana! He would forcibly disintegrate his consciousness and body to escape this calamity, even though doing so would at least deplete 30% of his power. To save his life, he couldn't care less about that.

After all, skill can be regained through training, but once life is lost, everything is over.

Just as her opponent was about to be wounded by her sword, a sudden, dangerous premonition arose in Fan Xindi's mind. This feeling came without reason, yet it was clear and obvious—the result of her daily and nightly cultivation of "Clear Mirror Wisdom" since the age of seven, advancing her cultivation to the "Manas Consciousness" stage! Therefore, almost at the same moment the premonition appeared, she reacted.

Fan Xindi let out a soft shout and withdrew her sword, thrusting it with all her might to her left.

A strange, nightmarish energy, as her sword's momentum shifted, surged out like an octopus, threatening to devour her.

As the power of the Buddha's power spread, the attacker could no longer conceal himself and revealed his true form. A woman, exceptionally beautiful and alluring, dressed as a man, was shrouded in a misty black aura. Her long, phoenix-shaped eyes, while undeniably beautiful, also possessed a strange and sharp quality, as if she could see right through him, inside and out. Her clothes were utterly useless, and Fan Xindi, herself a woman, felt an even greater sense of unease.

Fan Xindi recalled a legendary figure, and her mind jolted.

"The 'Demon Spirit' Ye Meixie of the Nine Eccentrics?!"

Ye Meixie's charming laughter, like silver bells, reached her ears. She said cheerfully, "So you know my name, sister? That's truly an honor for me."

As Ye Meixie spoke, the aura of a hundred ghosts swirled and coalesced like wriggling jellyfish, causing her slender, alluring body to float in the void like a ghost. Seemingly frail, she was surprisingly able to contend with Fan Xindi's Zen sword power.

"You call yourself a senior master, yet you resort to such a sneak attack on a junior!"

These words wouldn't be surprising coming from Fan Xindi, but from an outsider, especially one doing the same thing, it's perplexing and infuriating.

Fan Xindi had practiced Zen since childhood; while her spiritual cultivation hadn't reached the state of utter emptiness, she was close to the "unmoved by the eight winds" realm of high-ranking Buddhist monks. But at this moment, she suddenly felt an urge to chop off Jun Tianxie's hands and feed them to the dogs.

Jun Tianxie's ten fingers trembled rapidly like plucking strings, his Nirvana Finger Force blooming like a hundred flowers, aimlessly enveloping Fan Xindi's acupoints. This illusory and unpredictable attack, while perhaps not able to penetrate Fan Xindi's protective aura, did have a certain restraining effect. Combined with Ye Meixie's attack, the latter's situation became precarious.

Fan Xindi gritted her teeth, her sword energy flowing back into her body like a thousand rivers returning to the sea. Then, with a tremor of her slender waist, something incredible happened.

Suddenly—empty—!

It was as if Fan Xin Di had been suddenly swallowed by the void, vanishing from this world without a trace. Even with Jun Tian Xie's "Manas Consciousness" cultivation and Ye Mei Xie's "Hundred Ghosts Tracking" technique, they completely lost control of the former's life force in an instant.

Ye Mei Xie's expression changed, and he exclaimed, "Originally, there was nothing?!"

Jun Tianxie hurriedly withdrew his attack, trying to avoid accidentally hitting the secondary vehicle with his Nirvana Sword Qi, which had lost its original target. Although this was impossible given Ye Meixie's cultivation level, this woman was known for her vindictiveness and ruthlessness, so it was best not to do anything that might anger her.

Fan Xindi's figure solidified again in the open space ten feet away from the two. His already pale face was now almost transparent. He stared at the two with a calm yet stormy gaze, and before they could make a move, he floated backward at lightning speed, disappearing from sight in an instant.

Leaving the two people, mutually suspicious and distrustful, standing motionless, the atmosphere became incredibly eerie.

Finally, it was Ye Meixie who broke the silence first, lightly tossing her hair and saying with infinite charm, "Good brother, why don't you go after your sweetheart?"

Jun Tianxie chuckled dryly, "Sister, you're joking! I'm trying to avoid her as fast as I can. It was only with your help that I managed to drive away this scoundrel. How could I possibly do something so self-inflicted?"

Ye Meixie covered her mouth and chuckled, "Oh, in that case, how will you repay your sister's kindness?"

Just a glance and a tone of voice were full of endless teasing and imagination. "Demon Spirit" Ye Meixie truly deserved to be called a natural beauty.

However, Jun Tianxie was no ordinary person. Having already glimpsed the seventh spiritual sense of "Manas," he was not likely to be bewitched by mere seductive arts. Yet, he slyly smiled, pretending to be a fool, and said, "Sister Ye, how do you want me to repay you? I will do my utmost to help

you." *Get lost!* "If I, this young master, didn't know you, this effeminate man, were only sent by that pretty boy Lou Xueyi to kill me, but then you unexpectedly discovered the celestial beauty Fan Xindi and, seeing her beauty, were so delighted that you shifted your primary target to capture her as your own. If I'm wrong about your intentions, may I change my name!"

Although Jun Tianxie's guess was not far from the truth, and he successfully staged a clever scheme of using one enemy to devour another, a new problem arose as Fan Xindi left.

How could he escape from the clutches of the troublesome woman, "Demon Spirit" Ye Meixie?

Chapter Four: The Underworld's Upheaval

"Deep Moon Valley"—the Underworld's main altar.

"Human Path"—the only way to reach the abode of the "Lord of the Underworld," the "Earth Treasury" Demon Buddha.

This seemingly wide and flat white stone road actually conceals thirty-three hidden outposts and seventy-two traps, thirty-nine of which are used to capture enemies alive, and thirty-three to kill them.

Before the gates leading to the main altar, disciples from the Underworld guarded and patrolled day and night to maintain its security. The

"Human Path" lay silent and serene under the setting moon, unlike the demonic realm. However, an impending bloodbath was already quietly brewing beneath the calm.

Suddenly, dark clouds obscured the starlight and moonlight, plunging the earth into darkness.

"Why did it suddenly turn dark? Fourth Brother, quickly light the lamps!"

The two Underworld disciples on guard, facing the near-impossible darkness, were surprised but not overly panicked, displaying their usual discipline. Just as the Underworld disciple now acting as "Fourth Brother" was about to grab a tinderbox to light the lamps, a figure suddenly appeared before them, almost scaring them out of their wits. But upon closer inspection, they both calmed down.

"Greetings, Second Demon Prince."

The man addressed as "Second Demon Prince" wore a spotless light blue robe, his tall, slender frame contrasting with a baby face. His eyes were a deep, amber-green, a result of practicing some kind of demonic art.

This man was none other than Binghe, the second-ranked of the Five Demon Princes of the Underworld, and the only one among them to have gained the favor of the Demon Buddha, who bestowed upon him the unique skill "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire." He was known as "Blood Rain" among the Five Demon Princes!

He earned the nickname "Blood Rain" because this seemingly gentle and mild-mannered man, once he engaged in combat, would not rest until his opponent lay dead in a pool of blood or a field strewn with corpses.

Among the Five Demon Princes, aside from Ziying, who was more easygoing, Binghe could kill with a smile, his indiscriminate killing spree earning him the utmost respect from the people of the Underworld, and secretly, he was nicknamed "Ghost's Bane."

Upon seeing the arrival of Binghe, known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, the two disciples dared not be negligent and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"Is it the Second Demon's turn to patrol the outpost today?"

Binghe merely smiled coldly, his feet never stopping, closing the distance between them even further. Before the two could sense anything amiss, he suddenly attacked!

His palms lashed out, unleashing a surge of both ice and fire energy. The two disciples had no chance to defend themselves, flying backward through the air, lifeless before even landing. A closer look at their wounds revealed that one's clothes were charred yellow, with faint sparks still emanating from the wound; the other's wound was covered in frost, radiating a chilling aura—the very characteristics of being struck by the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire"!

Everything happened so suddenly and quickly. Aside from two unseeing corpses lying on the ground, the entire incident went unnoticed by the other guards on the "Human Path." The murderer didn't even glance at his handiwork, letting out a few cold laughs before walking towards the next outpost.

Since returning to the "Underworld," Ziying had been ordered by the Demon Buddha to be confined for reflection, forbidden from contacting any of his fellow disciples!

The "Netherworld Courtyard" in the "Underworld," while not nourished by the extreme yin and darkness of the "Underworld Mountain Sect's" "Avici Hell," was still a prison where one could neither live nor die. The fact that the Demon Buddha would order his most beloved disciple imprisoned there greatly surprised the others in the Underworld.

Of course, a few guessed that the Demon Buddha's harsh treatment of Ziying had ulterior motives, as Ziying was already considered a leading candidate to succeed the Underworld's ruler.

Although Ziying's amiable nature was not tolerated by the power-hungry Demonic Sect, it was precisely this trait that earned him immense popularity among the younger generation of disciples, creating a power balance with the Second Demonic Disciple, Binghe, who enjoyed the favor and support of the elders.

In truth, Ziying himself had absolutely no interest in taking over the position of Underworld Lord; his pursuit of martial arts far outweighed his interest in prestige and status. This was what troubled his master, Mo Tuofo, the most.

Although Mo Tuofo was the head of the Underworld, he couldn't control everything. The opinions of the other elders were inevitably crucial in choosing the successor to the Underworld Lord. In fact, there was an element of compromise involved in accepting Binghe as a disciple.

Although Binghe's temperament was closer to the Demonic Sect's requirements of ruthlessness and loyalty, and his martial arts talent was also top-notch, for some reason, Mo Tuofo simply couldn't like him.

Even the seasoned and cunning Mo Tuofo couldn't see through Binghe's true nature, which was why he considered this second disciple a dangerous individual.

Although his eldest disciple, Ziying, often gave him a headache due to his personality, Ziying's innate talent was unparalleled in his life, and his hidden potential was almost immeasurable. If he could focus his playful and restless nature on cultivation, he believed that in time, even Long Bufei, the third-best in the world, and Jun Tianxie would have to step aside!

Precisely because Mo Tuofo placed such high hopes on this eldest disciple, his love was deep and his expectations were high. He could not tolerate any mistakes made in his beloved disciple, and any factor that might affect Ziying's progress in martial arts had to be eliminated.

Mo Tuofo opened the door of his room, descended dozens of stone steps, and entered a spacious stone chamber. The air inside was very dry, yet it did not feel stuffy, clearly indicating a secret ventilation system. The lighting in the stone chamber consisted of valuable luminous pearls embedded in the stone walls, bright but not glaring.

Upon entering the stone chamber, they found a person already kneeling in the middle of the chamber, head bowed and silent. This person was none other than Ziying, the leader of the Five Demons, who should be in confinement and reflecting in the water dungeon of the "Netherworld Courtyard" at this moment!

The Demon Buddha's gaze fell on Ziying, his face expressionless, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"You've knelt enough, get up and speak!"

Ziying, as if granted a pardon, stood up abruptly, but his face remained lowered, avoiding the Demon Buddha's gaze.

The Demon Buddha coldly snorted, "You dare to do it but not admit it? I, the Demon Buddha, don't remember ever teaching such a good-for-nothing disciple!"

Ziying immediately raised his head, but his expression was like someone caught cheating in class, making one doubt his resolve to change.

The Demon Buddha sighed inwardly, "Is this what they mean by 'it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature'?"

The Demon Buddha remained silent, his expression ashen, while Ziying, who had been kneeling in the stone chamber for three days and three nights, suffered greatly. He was already drenched in cold sweat, and his back was soaked through, yet he dared not show any sign of distress, only silently lamenting his predicament.

Suddenly, the Demon Buddha turned around with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Did you use any of the techniques from the 'Infinite Path' to fight anyone this time you went out?"

Zi Ying hurriedly replied, "This disciple followed Master's instructions completely. Even when facing life and death, I dared not use the mental techniques from the 'Infinite Path' to save myself."

The Demon Buddha snorted, "You remember to listen to your master's instructions, but I also told you not to leave the manor without permission, and even more so not to provoke the mysterious masters in the 'Sea of Trees Without Entry.' How come you don't remember that?"

Zi Ying stared blankly, speechless, and could only stammer, "Uh... this is... because..."

The Demon Buddha grew angrier as he spoke, "You're lucky to have come back alive! You dared to challenge an opponent that even I couldn't defeat. How could I have taught such a reckless disciple like you?"

"Disciple knows his mistake."

"Know your mistake?" Demon Buddha snorted heavily. "Thinking you've achieved some skill, you arrogantly try to challenge those above your level. This is the quickest way for a young martial artist to die young. I just didn't expect that my eldest disciple, whom I, Demon Buddha, painstakingly trained, would be the kind of person who'd rather die than fall behind!"

Ziying broke out in a cold sweat, almost kneeling down again, saying, "Disciple knows his sins! Disciple deserves to die!"

Demon Buddha shook his head and sighed, "Besides dying and deserving to die, don't you have any other way to solve this problem?" "?"

Ziying asked blankly, "Disciple doesn't understand Master's meaning."

The Demon Buddha turned around and said in a deep voice, "Inflexible idiot! Retreat when the enemy is strong, advance when the enemy is weak. Have you forgotten everything I taught you?"

Ziying was startled by these words, then a flash of inspiration struck him, as if he had suddenly realized something. "That's it! Master wants me not to be bound by rules and limit myself. The rules of the sect are rigid, but people are flexible. That's why Master announced to the outside world that I was imprisoned in the 'Netherworld Courtyard,' but actually, he wanted me to stay in the Lord's secret chamber to reflect and understand."

"So you finally understand your master's intentions? You silly disciple!"

Ziying clasped his hands in a fist and said happily, "Disciple understands, thank you, Master!"

Mo Tuofo said, "Don't thank me too soon. The trouble you've caused this time could be big or small. Even though I wanted to protect you, I can't ignore the opinions of the other elders in the sect. Therefore, I want you to stay in this secret room. You are not allowed to step out of this secret room until you advance the 'Infinite Path' to the forty-ninth level!"

Ziying scratched his head in distress and said, "But Master, before I returned to the Underworld, I had already cultivated the 'Infinite Path' to the fifty-first level."

Mo Tuofo asked in surprise, "Are you sure?!"

Ziying said affirmatively, "Disciple..." "How dare I deceive my master!"

The Demon Buddha excitedly grabbed Ziying's shoulders, examining the state of his meridians through his true energy. After a moment, his face lit up with joy. "It really is the fifty-first level! Good lad, do you know that among all the successors of the 'Infinite Path' throughout history, no one has ever surpassed the fiftieth level at your age? I was right! You are a martial arts prodigy, one in a hundred years, and the only one fit to cultivate this ultimate technique!"

Ziying said embarrassedly, "I'm almost embarrassed by your praise, Master. Actually, the reason I was able to break through to the forty-ninth level was mainly due to Senior Ding Chenyi's help. Without his guidance, I wouldn't have been able to understand some of the difficult points.

" The Buddha statue stared at the monster for a long time, then sighed heavily and said, "I finally believe that there are such people as 'lucky generals' in this world! You were able to escape unscathed from the 'Sea of Trees' where even I was injured, and even received the favor of the Lord of the Sea of Trees to pass on his skills. Even if you are not as cunning and witty as others, you must have been able to turn danger into safety and escape unharmed."

Ziying was stunned for a moment and said, "Master, does that mean that the reason I have survived to this day is not because of strength and reaction, but because of luck?"

The Buddha statue rolled its eyes at Ziying and said, "You finally understand. That's what I meant." Ziying was

very embarrassed upon hearing this. He wanted to say something but did not know how to react. Just as he was in a dilemma... Suddenly, the Demon Buddha's expression changed. He raised his face and looked at the top of the stone chamber, saying, "There's something unusual going on up there!"

Zi Ying exclaimed in surprise, "How could that be?"

The Demon Buddha gestured for Zi Ying to be quiet. After confirming the situation above the stone chamber with his "Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing" technique, his narrow eyes flashed with lightning-like light, and he coldly snorted, "Something really isn't right! Who dares to disturb the Grand Duke Jupiter? Are they tired of living?"

Zi Ying said, "Could it be Yama?"

The only person in the world who could enter and leave the Underworld, one of the three great demonic sects, as if it were an uninhabited place was Yama Jun Nitian. Therefore, Zi Ying's first thought was Yama. However, the Demon Buddha quickly dismissed this possibility.

"Jun Nitian is barely able to protect himself. His scouts report that after killing Xiao Wentian, the leader of the Nine Extraordinary Men, he immediately rushed to the 'Sea of Trees Without Entry' and engaged in a fierce battle there. It seems he has a direct conflict with the Lord of the Sea of Trees. Jun Nitian's only fatal flaw is that he is too focused on the thrill of fighting to the death with experts and has neglected other factors! In terms of one-on-one combat, the King of Hell may truly be invincible, but this weakness is enough to make him fatal."

"Because no one can gain an advantage in a duel with a peerless expert like the Lord of the Sea of Trees after defeating a powerful enemy like Xiao Wentian."

Zi Ying already knew that the true identity of the Lord of the Sea of Trees was the number one expert from 150 years ago, "Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade" Ding Chenyi, who was also the "father" of his friend Ding Shenzhao.

Although he had already witnessed Ding Chenyi's celestial-like cultivation, the name "King of Hell" Jun Nitian was too resounding. It seemed that nothing in the world was impossible for him. Zi Ying couldn't help but worry about Ding Chenyi in his heart.

The kind and gentle expression on the Demon Buddha's face had vanished, replaced by the cold and ruthless majesty of a powerful overlord.

"Whoever dares to invade my Underworld, they will never leave!"

With that, he turned and walked towards the hidden door of the stone chamber. Ziying hurriedly called after him, "Master, your disciple wants to lend a hand!"

Unexpectedly, the Demon Buddha said in a cold, unyielding tone, "You stay here obediently. Do not step out without my order, or you will be killed without mercy!"

Ziying was stunned. Since he could remember, the Demon Buddha had never spoken to him so harshly. He was momentarily speechless, unsure how to react. By the time he came to his senses, the hidden door had already closed, and the Demon Buddha was far away.

Staring blankly at the closed hidden door, the unease in Ziying's heart piled higher and higher like sand in an hourglass.

The Demon Buddha returned to his room from the secret chamber, his obese body moving at an astonishing speed. He was like a taut bow, his murderous aura as intense as a ghost descending to earth to claim a life. It was as if at this moment he was truly one of the three great demon lords.

Several piercing hoots, like those of night owls, rang out, a warning signal from within the main altar. It seemed the enemy had abandoned their initial stealth and ambush tactics and begun their formal attack.

The enemy's movements were incredibly meticulous and organized; even the Demon Buddha could sense the flames hidden in the darkness being ignited one by one. Tonight would surely be a turbulent and bloody night.

"Those worthless traitors of the White Path Alliance have no such organizational ability or courage... The 'Bodhi Throne' or the 'Six Paths' are unlikely to emerge at this stage... So, tonight's ambush on my Underworld can only be by Indra and his subordinates... Well done, Grand Tutor Wen! I underestimated you after all!"

The Demon Buddha muttered with a gloomy face. After a moment, he had calmly assessed the current situation. As he listened intently to the outside world, a series of contingency plans took shape in his mind.

Unfortunately, these defense plans ultimately could not be implemented. Since the enemy dared to provoke them, they must have been absolutely certain of victory to launch this fatal attack. The swift and thunderous surprise attack gave the Demon Buddha and the Underworld no chance to turn the tide!

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the Demon Buddha's residence was completely reduced to flying debris. The explosive force was barely audible, demonstrating the immense power of the gunpowder. Those at the epicenter of the blast were certain to die.

Chapter Five: The Demon Buddha's Evil Power

While the Demon Buddha's residence was engulfed in the powerful gunpowder explosion, two people nearby were intently watching everything unfold, afraid of missing any detail. They understood that the most crucial element of tonight's battle lay here.

One of the two, clad in silver robes and wielding a silver spear, stood as imposing and upright as an iron tower, yet possessed a delicate and frail appearance, almost like a woman. He said, "The Right Prime Minister's calculations are indeed flawless. This 'Heavenly Thunder Fire,' secretly developed in the palace, is being used for the first time, and its power is astonishing. After all, Demon Buddha is made of flesh and blood; in such a powerful explosion, he will either die or be

seriously injured." The man beside him was of medium height, not very old, yet already had a full head of white hair. He had a gentle, handsome smiling face, and his eyes were so narrow that the pupils were almost invisible. One could hardly sense any killing intent emanating from him, only a calm and approachable aura that was like a gentle breeze.

If one were to rank the top five most dangerous people in the entire "Heavenly Palace," these two would certainly be on the list, for they were none other than Yu Wuqiu, the "Silver Spear General" of "Ten Directions Annihilation," and one of the Four Flying Heavens, "Weituo Tian"—"Cangxie" Bai Mo!

Bai Mo smiled calmly, sensing the heat and smoke of the explosion in the air. He said indifferently, "The Demon Buddha is on par with my master; his skills are not easily matched. In my opinion, such an explosion wouldn't harm him."

Yu Wuqiu didn't respond, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. After a moment, he said, "We'll know soon enough..."

Their gazes returned to the pile of rubble. As the dust settled, they witnessed a shocking sight: the Demon Buddha was completely unharmed in the earth-shattering explosion!

His eyes were closed, his palms clasped together, and an invisible wall of energy seemed to exist around him, completely blocking the power of the gunpowder. This skill was truly astonishing!

Upon seeing this, even Yu Wuqiu was moved, exclaiming, "What terrifying power! To remain unscathed in such a massive explosion, truly worthy of being the Lord of the Underworld!"

Bai Mo remained indifferent, as if unmoved even before a mountain collapsed, saying, "Prepare yourselves! The real battle is about to begin."

As if echoing Bai Mo's prophecy, Mo Tuofo suddenly opened his eyes, unleashing an unprecedentedly sharp divine light, which then "shot" at the two men's faces like two sharp arrows—a gaze that completely broke through spatial barriers, as if it were tangible!

Even with the abilities of two great masters, Mo Tuofo's gaze sent a chill down their spines.

Then, Mo Tuofo launched his counterattack.

With a furious roar, the Demon Buddha's face turned half blue and half red. He then slashed out with both palms, making no sound, but Yu Wuqiu and Bai Mo simultaneously felt an overwhelming surge of ice (fire) energy engulfing them. In their haste, they could only defend themselves, but having lost the initiative, the residual force invaded their meridians, forcing them to retreat repeatedly to temporarily avoid its attack, all the while filled with horror. Even

after surviving a massive explosion, the Demon Buddha still possessed the power to force back two of the "Ten Directions Annihilation" masters in a single exchange. Just how high was his original cultivation level?

After forcing the two back, the Demon Buddha simply stood still, his gaze filled with an indescribable chill and killing intent, scrutinizing them back and forth.

After a long silence, Demon Buddha sneered, "Indra himself didn't come, so he sent you two as cannon fodder to your deaths?"

Yu Wuqiu took a deep breath to calm the surging blood in his body and said in a deep voice, "The Heavenly King wants us to convey a message to the Lord of the Palace: the history of the Heavenly Palace and the Underworld being equally famous ends tonight."

Upon hearing this, Demon Buddha sneered repeatedly, his contempt evident in his words.

"Just you few? Emperor Shitian sent you here to die!"

Bai Mo smiled and said, "The Lord of the Palace is a discerning person. He should be able to see that the situation is already decided tonight. The destruction of your palace is an unchangeable fact. Out of consideration for our shared membership in the Demonic Sect, as long as the Lord of the Palace is willing to surrender to me, the Heavenly King will guarantee the safety of all those below the Lord of the Palace who are willing to surrender."

Mo Tuofo laughed instead of being angry, "You can't even protect yourselves, yet you dare to spout nonsense here! If I let any of you go back alive today, I will write the name Mo Tuofo backwards!"

With a flash, Mo Tuofo disappeared from his place as if shrinking the earth to an inch. Then Yu Wuqiu and Bai Mo felt the wind rushing past their ears, and extremely cold and hot turbulent currents surged around them like invisible giant pythons. In just an instant, they were in an extremely dangerous situation.

Demon Buddha knew, of course, that the enemy's surprise attack was intended to uproot the entire "Underworld." Having lost the initiative, his forces were clearly at a disadvantage, and the enemy's strongest experts had not yet appeared. He had to seize this opportunity to quickly and decisively eliminate several key enemy generals and turn the tide.

Therefore, he immediately unleashed the power of the ninth level of the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire," aiming to simultaneously subdue the two within a few exchanges.

Yu Wuqiu and Bai Mo were already first-rate experts, but facing Demon Buddha's all-out attack, they could only struggle and drift like small boats in a raging sea. Only then did they realize that the true strength of the three Demon Lords was far beyond their expectations.

"Ice and Fire Dance!"

With a fierce shout from the Demon Buddha, the ice and fire energy scattered in the void turned into reality, lashing out at the two like heavy whips. The attack was incredibly fierce, and the force was even heavier and more powerful. Moreover, each "whip" contained an extreme point of ice and fire energy that could not be neutralized, leaving the two completely unable to resist, causing them to suffer internal injuries and vomit blood repeatedly.

"Damn it! How could I be powerless to even fight back? I am the dignified leader of the three great generals of the Heavenly Palace—'Silver Spear General' Yu Wuqiu!"

His pride as a top-tier expert wouldn't allow him to be humiliated. Yu Wuqiu roared, unleashing his full power to the limit, and thrust out his spear. The highly concentrated spiraling energy struck the turbulent ice and fire like a raging torrent. He then shouted, "White Demon!"

"Received."

Even though he was covered in wounds, White Demon still smiled easily. He didn't let go of the only opportunity Yu Wuqiu had created for him. He instantly moved to the gap created by the clash between the spear's energy and the energy barrier, and with all his might, "Cang Xie" slashed down, finally cutting a gap in the ice and fire barrier, breaking the Demon Buddha's killing move.

"Well done! Now watch me!"

Yu Wuqiu, who had been holding back his anger, finally found a chance to retaliate. He flipped his hands, and the spear tip transformed into specks of silver light, thrusting towards the Demon Buddha who had revealed his true form.

The Demon Buddha snorted coldly, and instead of confronting Yu Wuqiu directly, he shifted his fat body and retreated.

"As expected, you're running out of breath! Demon Buddha! Your era is over. This day next year will be your death anniversary!"

As the enemy retreats, we advance. Guided by the flow of energy, Yu Wuqiu's silver spear moved even more fiercely, its dazzling silver light sweeping towards Demon Buddha's chest. Just as the latter was about to be splattered with blood, Bai Mo cried out in alarm, "Not good! General Yu, stop your attack!"

Demon Buddha laughed loudly, "Too late!" Demon

Buddha flipped his right hand, grabbing the spear tip. Ice and fire energy erupted like a torrent, piercing through the spear and striking Yu Wuqiu. The latter was instantly plunged into an icy furnace, his face half red and half blue, his meridians throbbing with excruciating pain.

"Not good!"

Having gained a deeper understanding of Demon Buddha's hidden strength through "Unmoved Evil Heart," he wasn't deceived by the opponent's feigned attack, but he couldn't stop his companion's impulsive act. Although he and Yu Wuqiu weren't enemies, their fates were intertwined. At this moment, Yu Wuqiu's fighting strength was still crucial, and he couldn't stand by and watch him die.

"Snow-Covered Blade Technique—One Storm, Ten Freezes!"

The White Demon, wielding his blades in both hands, leaped forward and slashed, unleashing a torrent of icy energy like dark clouds obscuring the sun. His blade, imbued with ten powerful strikes, aimed directly at the Demon Buddha!

The Demon Buddha laughed loudly, "Excellent blade technique! As expected of Emperor Shitian's disciple, why did you conceal your strength earlier?"

The Demon Buddha remained unhurried, as if the White Demon's movements were entirely within his expectations. His free left hand flew upwards, demonstrating that even while confronting Yu Wuqiu, he still had the strength to spare for other matters. The icy and fiery energy spread through the space in a fine, sticky pattern, like a spiderweb, resilient and enduring, absorbing the White Demon's blade energy. No matter how powerfully the White Demon struck, he couldn't budge an inch!

"What?! He still has this much strength left!"

The White Demon, who had thought his plan to defend his friend would succeed, was once again misled by the Demon Buddha's unfathomable strength. Even while clashing with Yu Wuqiu's silver spear, the Demon Buddha still had the strength to block his "Snow-Covered Blade Technique"!

This greatly worsened the latter's situation.

A cold, murderous sneer flashed across Demon Buddha's face. His icy energy countered White Demon's Snow-Clad Blade Qi, while his fiery energy erupted. Yu Wuqiu's entire body trembled violently; his chest felt as if countless scorching iron filings were filling his lungs. He screamed in agony, his entire body engulfed in flames, and he was sent flying backward, lifeless before even hitting the ground.

Yu Wuqiu, one of the Heavenly Palace's fierce generals, "Ten Directions Annihilation," and the leader of the "Three Great Generals"—"Silver Spear General"—was not even a match for the three generals under the full power of the "Evil Buddha" Demon Buddha!

Because Demon Buddha had always been the most low-key among the three demon lords, everyone had a preconceived notion that he was the weakest of the three, an impression he himself intentionally cultivated.

However, everyone forgot one thing: even if the aforementioned assumption were true, an eagle is still an eagle, not something that can be defeated by a few pigeons combined.

And this misjudgment would cost Yu Wuqiu his life.

"That idiot Yu Wuqiu! He couldn't even see such an obvious trap. All that advice from the Grand Tutor before we set out!

This short-sighted guy, so eager for credit, deserved to die!" Bai Mo cursed inwardly at the deceased, a man whose strength was said to be on par with his own. It was clear that rumors in the martial world were often exaggerated and untrue. In Bai Mo's mind, there was no such thing as respecting the dead or speaking ill of them.

Although Yu Wuqiu had been unexpectedly killed, and the strength of the Demon Buddha was still above expectations, this did not affect Bai Mo's confidence in winning the battle. The outcome had already been decided before the fight even began; any unexpected events would only delay the final moment.

Bai Mo held his sword horizontally, not even glancing at the corpse of his companion on the ground, as if they were merely passersby unrelated to him.

"The Lord of the Underworld is indeed formidable, worthy of being one of the three great Demon Lords! I admit we underestimated your strength before, but fortunately, the error is still within a correctable range."

Demon Buddha frowned, before he could react to White Demon's words, a strong wind arose again, and six black shadows, carrying killing intent, attacked Demon Buddha in the center with overwhelming force. Among them were the only two remaining of his "Four Unfettered Beauties"—Wu Fa and Wu Tian!

Demon Buddha's expression remained cold and indifferent, as if the two beauties' betrayal was entirely within his expectations. In fact, from the explosion just now, he already knew about their betrayal, because no one else could have had the opportunity to plant and detonate the explosives without his knowledge.

Each of the "Four Unfettered Beauties" had followed Demon Buddha for over ten years. Apart from Wu Hua and Wu Guo, who died in the "Sea of Trees Without Entry," Wu Fa and Wu Tian were the women he trusted most in the entire Underworld. He never expected them to betray him in the end!

Perhaps even with the combined strength of six people plus the lurking White Demon, they still couldn't deliver a fatal blow to Demon Buddha. However, the betrayal of the two beauties, Wufa and Wutian, would certainly deal a psychological blow to the latter. This was also one of Grand Tutor Wen's plans. Grand

Tutor Wen's elaborate scheme was undeniably vicious. However, Demon Buddha's ability to climb to his current position in the Demonic Sect and remain steadfast was not solely due to martial arts skills. "Buddha's face, demon's heart" was the best description of him!

"Wufa, Wutian! You two have followed me for so long, you should know the only consequence of betraying me—death!"

Demon Buddha roared, his palms transforming like a thousand-armed Buddha, unleashing a torrent of icy and fiery energy that swept across hundreds of miles, like autumn leaves dancing wildly in the wind. The killing intent was hidden within the incredibly swift changes. No one could see how he made his moves or how he changed his tactics. They only knew that in a flash, countless palm prints were already imprinted on their bodies.

"Boom!"

The combined attack was fleeting, and Demon Buddha once again overwhelmed the enemy with astonishing strength. He showed no mercy to his former concubines, Wufa and Wutian. One was engulfed in flames, the other frozen in ice, both falling heavily to the ground as corpses. From beginning

to end, Demon Buddha hadn't asked a single question about their betrayal. War was dangerous, and now was not the time for questions, but for killing!

The six who had attacked him, including the two concubines, Wufa and Wutian, were all killed in a single move by Demon Buddha!

White Demon seemed stunned by Demon Buddha's ruthless and brutal methods, forgetting to join the attack.

Just then, a long, mournful howl echoed from the backyard.

"Binghe!"

Demon Buddha's heart skipped a beat. He abandoned the motionless White Demon and rushed into the backyard. Under the moonlight, dozens of men in black surrounded a young man in a blue robe with disheveled hair—it was none other than "Blood Rain" Binghe, the second of the Five Demon Princes!

His bare hands deflected all kinds of weapons as he leaped and slashed, leaving several corpses lying around him. One of them, however, made the Demon Buddha's eyes widen in fury – it was none other than his prized disciple, "Absolute Slash" Kuang Yun!

"Kuang Yun! Damn you, you damned bastards!"

The death of his beloved disciple made the Demon Buddha unable to suppress his rage any longer. He descended upon the battlefield like a celestial being, unleashing both ice and fire, routing the enemies besieging Binghe and sending them fleeing in disarray, simultaneously relieving Binghe from his peril.

"Master!"

Binghe, finally getting a chance to catch his breath, burst into tears, but before he could speak, he coughed up blood.

"Master... these thieves... these thieves killed Third Brother..."

The Demon Buddha felt a pang of pain in his heart, but outwardly maintained his composure, saying, "Calm down! How did Kuangyun die? What's the situation now?"

Binghe choked back tears, "About half an hour ago, the thieves from the Heavenly Palace suddenly launched a surprise attack on us. Because it happened so suddenly, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, and I had to each lead a team to fight the enemy separately. Unfortunately, the enemy was numerous, and we were in the dark while they were in the light. Our disciples were killed one by one, leaving only Third Brother and me to fight together. In the fierce battle, Third Brother was momentarily distracted... and was..."

As he spoke, he broke down in tears.

The Demon Buddha was deeply grieved, yet he had to press, "Where is Xie Lan? Where is your fourth junior brother? Isn't he with you?"

Binghe's face was deathly pale, tears streaming down his face, choking out, "Fourth...fourth junior brother...he..." He seemed too grief-stricken to speak, only able to point forward.

The Demon Buddha looked in the direction Binghe was pointing and indeed saw a gray-clad corpse on the ground, face down. The figure vaguely resembled Xie Lan, the fourth of the Five Demon Princes, known as "Phantom."

Even though the Demon Buddha was somewhat prepared, seeing his beloved disciples die one by one, his heart was still filled with overwhelming emotion. His blood rushed to his head, his vision blurred, and he nearly fainted.

Just then, Binghe's eyes turned cold, and a short sword slid from his sleeve into his hand, then plunged it into the Demon Buddha's abdomen!

Chapter Six: The Ultimate

Transformation of Nine Yang Unexpectedly! Binghe Turns Against His Master at the Crucial Moment! Given the close proximity between the two and the suddenness of the attack, there should have been no reason for it to fail.

However, the reality was far from what Binghe had expected. The short sword barely showed its edge before it was firmly gripped by the two fingers of the Demon Buddha, unable to even pierce the thick layer of fat on the opponent's belly, and thus unable to advance even half an inch further!

Binghe's face was deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down his face. He forced a trembling voice and asked, "I thought I had concealed it flawlessly, Master. How did you see through it?"

"I didn't expect you to still remember to call me Master?" The Demon Buddha's expression was icy, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. He coldly said, "Kuangyun's fatal wound was a direct, close-range stab to the heart. Who could have done such a thing unless they were extremely close to him and trusted him completely? And wasn't it you who fought alongside him then?!" "

Furthermore, these past few days you've been secretly having affairs with the Four Beauties. Did you really think your master was unaware?"

As the Demon Buddha spoke, he used the power of the top-level ninth level of the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire" technique to continuously send ice and fire energy into Binghe's body through the blade of his short sword.

This was a real hardship for the latter. He had only reached the seventh level of the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire." How could he possibly contend with a master whose power was more than two levels higher than his? His meridians throbbed with excruciating pain; the shadow of death had already loomed over him.

Demon Buddha hated Binghe for betraying him. The betrayal of the two beauties was likely also related to him, and he had even caused the death of his fellow disciple, Kuangyun. Even Xie Lan, who hadn't been seen yet, was probably in grave danger. Even tearing him to pieces wouldn't quell Demon Buddha's rage!

If he unleashed his full power, Binghe would explode into a bloody mess in the blink of an eye, but he didn't want this traitor to die so quickly; that would be too easy for him.

At that moment, a scorching palm silently pressed against his back.

Demon Buddha wasn't entirely unprepared, but the attacker's skill was on par with his own. The domineering and unparalleled Yang Flame Palm easily broke through his remaining 70% of protective energy, as if a sun had been planted within him, evaporating all the blood and moisture from his body. He was almost completely drained of his true energy by this palm strike!

The attacker possessed such terrifying palm power! The identity of the newcomer was becoming increasingly clear.

With a loud "Wah!", Demon Buddha spat out a mouthful of blood, some of it landing on Binghe, who couldn't dodge in time. Each drop of blood was like a scorching hot iron bullet, corroding his clothes and melting his skin, emitting puffs of white smoke. Fortunately, Binghe retreated in time and used the seventh level of the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire" to defend himself, suffering only minor burns and escaping serious injury.

Demon Buddha endured the agony of his dissipating power and the burning flames, and swung his palm in a backhand strike. However, the person who had ambushed him from behind had already eaten and fled, rendering his attempt at a mutually destructive blow futile.

Demon Buddha turned around to face the attacker, only to see a sea of light. Within the vast waves of light, a figure could be vaguely seen. Although his true face was unclear, he exuded an aura of dominance over the world and a disdain for all living beings, as if the Great Sun Tathagata had descended upon the earth!

The demon Buddha coughed violently a few times, blood foam constantly dripping from his mouth, and said in an extremely hateful tone: "Indra..."

The voice emanating from the figure in the light seemed to be some kind of divine will, majestic and resounding, echoing in all directions.

"Demon Buddha... the long-standing struggle between Heaven and the Underworld will end today. Do you have any last words to say?"

Demon Buddha's eyes were filled with resentment as he said, "Emperor Shitian! Even if you win using such despicable means, it won't be glorious!"

Emperor Shitian sneered, "Demon Buddha, you're truly old! You deserve to be eliminated by the times. We, the people of the Holy Sect, always seek only results, not methods. The victor is king, the loser is villain. Who dares to question the victory of the overlord?" Demon

Buddha looked at Emperor Shitian, then turned to Binghe, and said with a bitter smile, "Very well! It seems that Grand Tutor Wen's plan to overthrow this palace has been brewing for a long time, with a far-reaching scheme. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't refuse! I just want to know, when did my 'good disciple' betray us and turn to Heaven?"

Binghe smiled, "So that Master can rest in peace. Your disciple has not betrayed you. I have always been loyal to Heaven." "A person."

Demon Buddha trembled, and said miserably, "So that's how it is! You were able to conceal it so well that even I didn't notice! The dignified Underworld has been overthrown by a villain. I have no face to face my ancestors in the netherworld..."

Ice River, still oblivious to the sharp killing intent in Demon Buddha's words, said smugly, "Master, although you are one of the three great demon lords, you are ambitious and abuse your confidants. Just look at the Underworld's territory under your leadership; in recent years, it has regressed instead of progressed. The experts in the Underworld have suffered heavy losses, and its strength has been repeatedly reduced. It can only hold onto one side and live a life of ignominy. Today's defeat is your own fault!"

Demon Buddha smiled bitterly, "If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a reason. The victor is king, and the loser is villain. I have nothing more to say. However, I still feel very regretful that I cannot determine the superiority of the two lords of heaven and earth in a fair battle with you, Emperor Shitian."

"Heh! Master, you're getting old. Stop clinging to past glories. Even the Heavenly King doesn't need to lift a finger to deal with you. Let your disciple send you on your final journey!"

Binghe grinned maliciously, his fists radiating the power of "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire" as he charged towards Mo Tuofo like lightning, showing no mercy. Besides believing his opponent was already a dying man and no threat, he also wanted to steal credit from Di Shitian. If he could truly kill Mo Tuofo himself, it would not only be a great achievement but also boost his own reputation in the martial world.

From any perspective, Mo Tuofo was doomed!

Just as his two fists, brimming with the killing intent of ice and fire, were about to shatter Mo Tuofo's head, the opponent suddenly raised his head, a cunning look like a fox hunting its prey appearing in his eyes—a look Binghe was very familiar with.

"I've been tricked!"

Binghe, being a cunning man, knew the situation was dire the moment he met Mo Tuofo's gaze. He gritted his teeth, abruptly stopping his movement and simultaneously channeling his energy to protect his entire body.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The Demon Buddha laughed loudly, "Binghe! I always teach you not to act rashly, why do you always ignore my advice?"

The Demon Buddha circled his palms, drawing red and blue flames in mid-air. The opposing forces of ice and fire created an explosive cloud that instantly engulfed Binghe.

"Boom!"

The Demon Buddha's palms moved in a seemingly simple motion, yet it was a strike condensed from his life's work—Endless Ice and Fire!

Even experts of Jun Nitian's and Ding Chenyi's caliber would have to temporarily avoid this self-sacrificing attack, let alone Binghe, whose power was more than one level below.

After the explosion, Binghe, his clothes torn to shreds, was sent flying eight zhang away, almost unrecognizable, certainly beyond saving.

The Demon Buddha withdrew his palms and coldly said, "I will not depart easily until I have dealt with you, this heinous traitor..."

Having said that, he looked at Indra and said, "You clearly had the ability to stop my attack just now... The reason you didn't is because this traitor has lost his usefulness to you?"

Indra remained noncommittal and said, "After all, we've been friends for many years. If killing Ice River is your last wish, I should grant it to you no matter what."

Demon Buddha laughed and said, "That's very sweet! Then I have another wish: that you die with me. Would you grant that wish too?"

Indra said calmly, "I'll give you a chance to attack me. Consider it a token of our long-standing friendship!"

Demon Buddha sneered, "Should I thank you for your generosity?"

Indra said, "You have no choice. Do you want to die gloriously in battle or suffer the humiliation of dying from your wounds? Decide now!"

"The answer is obvious..." Demon Buddha said coldly, "Indra, let's fight..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Demon Buddha seemed to transform into a clay Buddha, a withered tree, his brows lowered, all life force withdrawn, resembling the scene of a high monk passing away, without fear of life or death.

Therefore, he had no flaws.

The highest realm of "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire" is the complete fusion of the two extreme energies of ice and fire, reaching the "two polarities" of "formless fire, wondrous ice," where fire is ice, and ice is fire. Ice and fire are both destructive forces and creative miracles; when ice and fire are united, offense and defense are seamless, invincible!

This highest realm of "formless ice and fire" was something Demon Buddha had never been able to reach, no matter how hard he practiced. Although his cultivation at the ninth level was among the top three of all the past underworld lords, he simply couldn't find the way to take that final step beyond the nine-foot-high mountain!

Unexpectedly, in the very end, when he was abandoned by all, his power waned, and he believed he was doomed, a profound sense of despondency and a return to simplicity allowed him to break through the "Formless" realm he had never been able to comprehend.

Although he knew that with his injuries, he could only unleash one last attack, and that this attack would exhaust all his potential, even if it defeated Di Shitian, he himself would perish with it.

However, to perish together with Di Shitian was precisely his only wish now.

Di Shitian's tone held a hint of surprise as he said, "I didn't expect that in the end, you would finally comprehend the highest realm of 'Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire'—the Formless Realm of Ice and Fire! Very good, this battle will be even more interesting now."

"Di Shitian, this is the consequence of your arrogance and pride. You will come

to hell with me!" Di Shitian laughed gleefully, "You're not the only one who can reach the pinnacle! Mo Tuo! Let me show you how, after being defeated by Jun Nitian's 'God-Slaying Seal,' I have turned misfortune into fortune and comprehended the highest realm of 'Heavenly Bright Fire'—'Nine Yang Ultimate'!" As soon as

Di Shitian finished speaking, the light emanating from his body suddenly returned to his body like a whale sucking in water, revealing his majestic true form, like a celestial deity. Then, scorching hot orbs of light appeared around him.

One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine… There were nine fireballs, each the size of a human head, orbiting around Indra in the zodiac. The magnificent and wondrous sight was unbelievable unless witnessed firsthand!

“This is…”

Witnessing this once-in-a-century spectacle of nine suns appearing on the earth, even the Demon Buddha, who had resigned himself to certain death, couldn’t help but be moved. “The ultimate Nine Suns! You have actually mastered the legendary ‘Great Sun Tathagata’ realm of ‘Heavenly Light Fire,’ a realm that no one can reach?”

The color of the fireballs around Indra changed continuously as they swirled and rolled, and the intense golden light illuminated his entire face, revealing an extremely powerful and domineering countenance.

"Demon Buddha, defeated by 'Nine Yang Ultimate,' you can die in peace!"

"Bullshit! Your 'Nine Yang Ultimate' might not be a match for my 'Ice and Fire Formless'! Let strength prove who is the true second-best in the Demonic Sect!"

"Second-best in the Demonic Sect? Is that all your ambition is?" Di Shitianhong laughed, "Demon Buddha, you're truly old! This day next year will be your death anniversary."

"Go to hell and keep dreaming your pipe dream!"

"Nonsense!"

Both shouted simultaneously, then unleashed their final, most powerful attacks.

"Ice and Fire Formless" clashed head-on with "Nine Yang Ultimate"! The perfect fusion of ice and fire met the supremely powerful and domineering force of Yang!

These were two peak powers, second only to the ultimate three-strike battle between Jun Nitian and Ding Chenyi!

The powerful, raging air currents shook the surroundings, causing the ground beneath their feet to crack and crack repeatedly. Even the invisible space seemed to be affected by these two unparalleled forces, with everything within a ten-zhang radius of the two figures appearing distorted, deformed, and tilting as if about to topple over!

The two extremely powerful air currents were locked in a stalemate in the air, seemingly evenly matched at first glance. However, for the two combatants, the outcome of this battle was clear from the very beginning.

"Demon Buddha! You are severely injured and have only managed to hold on by sheer willpower. How can you possibly defeat my 'Nine Suns Ultimate' when I am in perfect condition?"

The golden sphere of flame devoured the red and white striped air column, roaring as if the sun were descending upon the earth, and charged towards Demon Buddha. Before the defeated man could even show a trace of panic, the scorching sphere of light had already surrounded and engulfed him, carving a ten-zhang-long crater in the ground. With a

deafening

roar, a blinding white light illuminated the entire night. The Demon Buddha, once one of the three great demon lords and the ruler of the Underworld, was finally defeated by the "Nine Yang Ultimate" of the Heavenly King, Indra. He vanished without a trace, leaving not even bones behind, ending his extraordinary life.

The ultimate victor of this battle—Indra—after defeating his former equal, stood proudly with an aura of supreme dominance!

His imposing presence was no less than that of the former Yama King, Jun Nitian. It was as if the entire world was about to be under his control!

Indra coldly swept his gaze across the battlefield, where victory and defeat were already decided. The smoke, blood, and corpses could not shake his cold, domineering expression in the slightest. The path of a hegemon is always paved with countless lives and blood!

"Pass down the order: exterminate every single person from the 'Underworld' present tonight, leave no one alive."

Coldly, Indra gave the approaching White Demon the swift and merciless command, showing neither pity nor excitement, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Having broken through to the highest level of the "Heavenly Flame of Light," his spiritual cultivation seemed to have reached an even more ruthless and ethereal level.

"Disciple obeys."

White Demon clasped his hands and bowed, accepting the order. When he looked up again, Indra had already vanished into thin air. Even with White Demon's abilities, he couldn't detect when or how the latter had left the scene!

After defeating a master of the same caliber as Demon Buddha, to still possess such unparalleled strength and agility—just how terrifyingly powerful had Indra's cultivation truly become?

"Now, Di Shitian's power is almost comparable to Jun Nitian's, and perhaps even surpasses 'Yan Huang' (the King of Hell). But is such extraordinary strength truly without any flaws?"

Behind his narrow, needle-like smiling eyes, a deep, calculating light gleamed. Bai Mo concealed all his thoughts on that harmless smiling face, drew his long sword "Cang Xie" from his back, and walked towards the remaining battlefield to begin the cleanup.

On the seventh day of the fifth month of the Xuanwu calendar, several major events that would affect the future of the entire martial arts world occurred.

From the initial battle between "Guanyin Tiannv" Fan Xindi and the third-ranked warrior of the world, Life and Death Peak, to the eventual intervention of "natural enemy" Long Bufei

, the story takes a dramatic turn. The "Number One Ruler Under Heaven"—"Yama Emperor" Jun Nitian—is reportedly killed in front of the assembled heroes by his own son, Jun Tianxie (though this is not the actual story)!

Then, the "Right Prime Minister" of the "Heavenly Palace," Grand Tutor Wen, is forced to reveal his true identity by Jun Tianxie, who exposes his plot to plant countless explosives on Life and Death Peak, intending to wipe out thousands of people from both the righteous and evil sides, excluding those from the "Heavenly Palace." If Jun Nitian hadn't used his supreme spiritual power of "Alaya Consciousness" to cut the fuse before his death, perhaps less than ten percent of those present would have survived.

As if testing the hearts of the assembled heroes and future historians, those who survived the night on Life and Death Peak, after a night of terror, received even more shocking news the next morning

—the "Heavenly Palace" had launched a surprise attack on the "Underworld" headquarters! With the death of Demon Buddha, all 1,700 disciples of the "Underworld" headquarters perished, and the "Underworld," one of the three major demonic sects, became a thing of the past!

After the initial shock, wise individuals began to analyze the rapidly changing times, recognizing Wen Taishi, the "Right Prime Minister," as the greatest contributor to this upheaval.

His ability to simultaneously plan and launch two massive attacks within a single day, with meticulous and virtually flawless strategies, was remarkable. Had it not been for the extraordinary intervention of "Yan Huang" Jun Nitian on the Peak of Life and Death, "Tiangong" might very well have become the supreme ruler of the martial world within a single day!

Even if only one side achieved its expected victory, it significantly elevated "Tiangong's" status in the martial world. Coupled with the demise of "Yan Huang" Jun Nitian, Emperor Shitian had already become the new number one figure in the martial world, leading many to believe that the decline of the righteous and the rise of the demonic were an irresistible destiny of the times.

The greatest contributor behind all this, Grand Tutor Wen, the "Right Chancellor," became widely known in the martial arts world as the "wisest man under heaven" after this battle.

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