Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 440 - 391: I, Am the Heaven!_2

Engaging with the Daoist for less than ten breaths, they were directly nailed to the ground by the colorful Sword Light. The potent vitality of their bloodline not only failed to provide them with unmatched endurance but instead became a supplement for the colorful Sword Light. They could even hear the sound of the Sword Light sucking away the essence of their flesh and blood up close.

Humiliation! Agony!

They had always been the ones devouring humans, yet to their astonishment, today they themselves were to be devoured.

"Heh, is that so? Since you’re so confident, I might as well tell you. This time, my aim is to wipe out all the Demonic Evil Cultivators in the valley. No matter what you try to do, you’re doomed to fail." Standing proudly among the clouds, his sleeves billowing, Qi Xiu looked down with a gaze that carried a chill it never had before.

"Ridiculous! A mere Bloodstain like you; wait until you’ve become a Primordial Spirit before making such grand claims. A mere mortal, truly believing yourself to be invincible in this world!"

Doubting Qi Xiu possessed such ability, the hairy Great Demon howled miserably, spewing blood that sprayed meters high.

"Invincible under the heavens?"

Hearing the demon’s ranting, Qi Xiu suddenly laughed lightly, his green robe fluttering. The sound of his hearty laughter echoed endlessly, shaking the surrounding heavens and earth violently for a moment.

"Believe it or not, here in the Valley of Deceased Gods... I am the heavens!"

As his words fell, Qi Xiu’s robes snapped in the wind. His profound and limitless Cultivation was brazenly displayed.

The colorful divine light dyed the sky for thousands of miles! The Tribulation of Ascension—a fight to the death!

Knowing that if he couldn’t flatten the Valley of Deceased Gods that day, he would surely perish in this Great Tribulation of the Dao Body.

At this moment, Qi Xiu’s determination had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.

Victory means life; defeat means death.

Since it had come to this, there was no need to hide his skills or hold back. Unleash everything, release it all, stake it all.

With the diligent efforts he dared not slacken in for a hundred years, he would strike at fate, seizing the elusive opportunity of ascension firmly in his hands!

Ambition! Valor! Pride!

These deepest aspects hidden within Qi Xiu were now fully vented.

The way of the king had quietly transformed into the way of the overlord!

The originally ferocious faces of the demons, in a mere instant, changed to inexplicable horror. They widened their eyes at the sight of the young Daoist before them, and as they watched in terror, his form underwent an incredible transformation.

The once slender figure of the Daoist seemed to be bolstered by a mystic force, holding up the heavens and piercing the earth, every motion exerting a force that could shake the world.

An endless and powerful oppressive aura bore down. With the impact of this force, several demons’ pupils shattered instantly like glass, their souls suffering intense shocks, with blood spurting out of all their orifices.

With a sweep of his sleeves, he brought forth several demons. Qi Xiu reached out, and three pieces of Divine Fragmented Iron suddenly fell into his palm.

Meanwhile, the demons, who had already suffered severe injuries to both body and soul, were thrown into the Primordial Sword Gourd.

Their physical Cultivations served as nourishment for polishing the Sword Light, and their souls were drawn into Yama’s Palace, becoming some of the thousands of souls kneeling there.

"Twenty-one pieces now. It seems the number of Demonic Evil Cultivators entering the Valley of Deceased Gods is greater than I expected." Qi Xiu’s eyes flickered as he gazed at the Divine Fragmented Iron in his palm, which was gradually being suppressed and sealed by the [Zhen Fu].

Almost every one of these Demonic Evil Cultivators hid a piece of Divine Fragmented Iron within them. As he collected more and more, he vaguely sensed that these fragments must all originate from one singular marvel.

It was as if someone had deliberately shattered this object into these pieces of iron.

And once all the fragments were gathered, the object could be reassembled and revived.

Moreover, as soon as the Divine Fragmented Iron was removed from the Demonic Evil Cultivators, it would immediately fly away, presumably returning to the hands of some mastermind Great Demon.

Such a tactic must be to ensure that if these Demonic Evil Cultivators couldn’t withstand the Human Cultivators within the Valley of Deceased Gods, they could rely on the marvel formed by the recombined Divine Fragmented Iron to turn the tide in adverse situations.

Unfortunately, such a meticulous and careful plan happened to encounter Qi Xiu, an unpredictable factor.

The never-failing [Zhen Fu] could even suppress Outer Realm Evil Gods.

The power attached to this Divine Fragmented Iron, though formidable, was also unable to break free from the suppression of a vast number of [Zhen Fu].

Clasping his fist until it creaked, Qi Xiu looked into the distance, his pupils surging with a purple intent that illuminated thousands of miles of land, his next target clearly forming in his mind.

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"Not there yet?"

Following behind the Bone Staff Elder, the Flesh Demon Buddha blinked impatiently. The swollen blood vessels on his skin throbbed with a gurgling sound, as if some living thing was writhing beneath.

"This is the Valley of Deceased Gods, with innumerable divine corpses lying dormant underground. The qi here is complex and ever-changing, not as easy as you think." Holding a compass carved from strange Bone Armor, the Bone Staff Elder’s thin, withered fingers fiddled unceasingly, as if calculating something.

In the face of the Flesh Demon Buddha’s repeated urging, he remained calm, simply offering an explanation without turning his head.

A flash of angry contempt crossed the Flesh Demon Buddha’s face. Just as he was about to retort, a blood rainbow suddenly dashed from the distance. It arrived before them in an instant, transforming into a sprightly, handsome boy covered in bloodstains, his face twisted with loathing and savagery.

"Buddha, I’ve checked. There is a young Daoist currently roaming the Valley of Deceased Gods. His Cultivation is formidable, and his control of the Sword Gourd technique is unparalleled and terrifying. None who have encountered him have been lucky enough to survive.

Furthermore, this Daoist acts with extreme ruthlessness. He leaves no survivors, taking away corpses and souls alike. Half of the Demonic Evil Cultivators have already been killed by him."

BANG!

A terrifying aura rose from the ground, causing a thousand-mile radius to violently shake for a moment, as if it would collapse under the pressure of this energy.

Within the surging and roaring thick demonic aura, the Flesh Demon Buddha’s form swelled continuously, as if about to pierce through this world, his bloodthirsty, crazed eyes like an endless Blood Sea where countless corpses sank and floated, a sight no one dared to witness directly.

Grasping the blood-stained boy in his palm, the Flesh Demon Buddha roared like thunder, "Where is that person!"

"Evil Luo, what are you planning to do? We haven’t completed the task given by our master yet. Those Demonic Evil Cultivators died, so be it. Their purpose was to hold back and entangle the Human Cultivators."

Seeing the Flesh Demon Buddha, Evil Luo, losing control, the Bone Staff Elder shouted sternly. With a fierce wave of the bone staff in his hand, a pitch-black Devilish Fire like the inferno of hell instantly ignited the Flesh Demon Buddha, bringing him back to his senses.

"To hell with you! Who the hell do you think you are to order me around, Buddha?"

Pointing at the Bone Staff Elder and cursing loudly, the Flesh Demon Buddha’s aura burst out once again, frenzied and chaotic black Buddha Light instantly shattering and exploding the void in all directions.

"Take me to that beast! I’ll tear him to shreds alive!"

Raising the blood-stained boy in his hand, who was close to being crushed to death, the Flesh Demon Buddha rotated his enormous and dreadful pupils, bellowing.

"No need to search. Am I not right here?"

Just as the Bone Staff Elder was about to take harsh measures to stop the Flesh Demon Buddha, his expression suddenly changed. The two leading Great Demons turned to follow the sound.

They saw a young Daoist with a tall figure and a handsome face, who had quietly arrived above their heads at some unknown time. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

His eyes, black and white distinct, with Divine Luster Inward Concealment, calmly watched them.

In the Daoist’s right hand, a gourd shimmering with colors vibrated madly, like a flood on the verge of bursting its dam.

"No..."

Before the word ’good’ could leave the Bone Staff Elder’s mouth, the young Daoist standing tall in the sky had already formed a Sword Seal with his fingers and softly exclaimed, "Cut!"

BOOM—

The tumultuous Primordial Sword Mang whistled out. Its divine light, accompanied by the roaring sound of the Great Dao, tore apart space and time. It was like a terrifying pulse of light heading straight for the Flesh Demon Buddha, whose body was so immense it seemed capable of rending this very world.

"Presumptuous!"

"Hmph!"

The two Great Demons simultaneously revealed killing intent in their eyes. But just as they mobilized the powerful Cultivation within their bodies in an attempt to counter-attack, the young Daoist then slowly extended his right hand. In his palm, an ancient and mysterious Talisman Seal suddenly burst forth with a brilliance that illuminated the sky.

The next instant!

A voice echoing through heaven and earth resounded.

"I command! All things come to rest!"

HUM—

Qi Xiu’s voice, like a morning bell or an evening drum, was gentle yet shook the heart.

With his soft cry, an invisible ripple spread out from him as its center, like ripples on water, quickly enveloping the vast region within a thousand miles.

This wave was silent and invisible, but faster than thunder and more ferocious than a storm.

Under the influence of this power, everything within a thousand miles was firmly fixed in place.

Birds stopped in mid-air, unable to flap their wings; rivers stood still like mirrors, undisturbed by any wave; the rushing wind halted, leaving leaves suspended in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the two Great Demons were also frozen in place, their actions halted, their eyes filled with shock, as if an invisible giant hand had tightly gripped their throats.

The air around seemed to solidify, making even breathing difficult.

Only that soft cry resonated in the empty world, its echo lingering, refusing to fade away.

Standing tall in the sky, Qi Xiu had his hands behind his back, his eyes cast down upon the two Great Demons frozen in time. "I told you," he stated, his voice resonating. "Within this Valley of Deceased Gods... I am the heavens!"

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