Chapter 1082: Chapter 457: Settling the Grudge (2)

Very well.

It saves him the trouble of searching further.

Today, here in this place, this centuries-old feud will be completely resolved.

Xu Ping cast an inquiring glance at Duan Shuang and gently nodded, then stood up tall.

Xu Ping’s figure moved slightly, without any Escape Light flashing, as if merely taking a usual step forward.

The next moment, he silently appeared outside Purple Bamboo Mountain, hovering in mid-air, his robes unmoved by the fierce winds stirred by the multiple Nascent Soul Cultivators’ auras, as if rooted in the void.

He maintained his ordinary appearance after transformation, with a calm aura. At first glance, he seemed like a low-level cultivator who had stumbled into this place.

Yet, it was precisely this excessive ordinariness that caused Blood Demon True Monarch’s pupils to suddenly contract.

With his Late-Stage Nascent Soul Divine Sense cultivation, looking across the entire Nanchuan Realm, there were few fellow cultivators of the same stage that he could not gauge at all.

Yet, the person before him appeared as an ancient well that was unfathomably deep, leaving him unable to see the bottom, undoubtedly setting off alarm bells in his heart, raising a strong sense of caution.

’This person... is peculiar!’

Blood Demon True Monarch’s thoughts raced. The renowned Late-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators in the Nanchuan Realm were all known to him, and he even had interactions with most.

However, the person before him, in both appearance and aura, was utterly unfamiliar.

Yet, caution was only caution.

After all, with many people on his side, there were thirteen Nascent Soul Cultivators present, including himself, this Late-Stage Cultivator.

Even if the opponent was also at the Late-Stage, could they still overturn heaven?

If he retreated, where would the face of Blood Demon True Monarch and Blood Demon Mountain remain?

How would he maintain a foothold in the Six Demon Countries Alliance in the future?

He would probably immediately become the laughingstock of both the righteous and demonic paths!

With this thought, Blood Demon True Monarch suppressed that trace of unease, his blood moon-like eyes firmly locking onto Xu Ping, his voice icy and bone-chilling, carrying the majesty of a Late-Stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, sternly questioning:

"Who are you, sir? Why do you slaughter my Blood Demon Mountain branch and oppose my Blood Demon Mountain for no reason?!"

He actually harbored a three-part conciliatory intent. If the opponent was sensible, provided a plausible excuse, and paid a sufficient price, it might be possible to temporarily overlook this incident and plot for revenge later.

However, Xu Ping’s response thoroughly ignited his fury and severed all avenues for compromise.

"Who I am is not important."

Xu Ping’s expression remained calm and unwavering, as if merely stating an established fact, his tone flat, without a ripple.

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze like millennia-old ice sweeping over Blood Demon True Monarch and the twelve imposing Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators behind him.

"You need only know that I came today to kill you and annihilate your Blood Demon Mountain people."

"Such audacity!"

Blood Demon True Monarch was utterly furious.

Having roamed Nanchuan for centuries, when had he ever endured such brazen and contemptuous provocation?

The overwhelming fury mixed with bloodthirstiness erupted like a crimson storm, sweeping heaven and earth, stirring the blood clouds in the sky endlessly!

He initially harbored some apprehension and considerations.

But now, the opponent’s statement was equivalent to stepping on his face in front of all his subordinates and distant observers.

If he withdrew now, his Late-Stage Cultivator prestige would be shattered.

"No matter your origins, today, I will show you the consequences of provoking my Blood Demon Mountain."

Blood Demon True Monarch’s voice was full of killing intent, "Even if you are Late-Stage Nascent Soul, I shall make you pay the price."

He hesitated no longer, barking furiously, a surge of blood-red light erupted around him.

A sinister-looking blood banner, seemingly pieced together from countless blood bones, appeared in his hand.

The blood banner expanded in the wind, reaching a hundred meters in size, countless vengeful souls on its surface shrieking, emitting a filthy blood glow that corroded Divine Souls.

The twelve Nascent Soul elders behind him similarly erupted, their demonic powers operating to the extreme.

In an instant, wails and howls of anguish echoed, Demonic Qi grew pervasive.

A joint strike from thirteen Nascent Soul Cultivators, led by one Late-Stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, was terrifying enough to flatten mountains and dry up rivers.

Distant observers were all dismayed and frantically retreated again, fearing to be caught in the aftermath and have their forms and souls destroyed.

Faced with this annihilating torrent that would make any Nascent Soul Cultivator pale and avoid its edge, Xu Ping’s expression remained terrifyingly calm.

He did not even adopt any defensive posture.

He merely slightly moved his mind.

Buzz!

A clear and crisp sword hum rang out as the Canghua Divine Wood Sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

Xu Ping held the sword single-handedly, facing the destructive torrent rushing forth, and simply, gently slashed forward.

There was no erupting earth-shattering force, no dazzlingly brilliant sword light.

Only a profound Sword Intent seemingly capable of bearing the birth and death of a world, the rotation of galaxies, surged forth with his sword swing.

The next moment, a scene that would be etched in everyone’s memory for eternity occurred!

That seemingly feeble, nearly invisible Sword Intent, upon contact with the raging demonic tide, sliced through like a hot knife through butter.

Hssss—hssss—hssss—

All demonic divine techniques, all Spirit Treasures, under that seemingly nonchalant slash, were as fragile as paper mâché, overwhelmed, shattered, and obliterated by the inexorable Sword Intent.

As if it was not a combined assault by thirteen Nascent Soul Cultivators, but merely an insignificant breeze dismissed casually.

Xu Ping hardly exerted more than one-tenth of his strength.

For him, suppressing this group of cultivators, at most at Late-Stage Nascent Soul, was no more than a trivial matter.