Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 493 - 433: Heaven’s Execution!

Buzz—

Above the celestial dome, a massive vortex quietly emerged, slowly rotating amidst the dark clouds, with sporadic flashes of cold light appearing and disappearing.

The next instant!

A deafening sound of something breaking through the air suddenly echoed from the depths of the cloud vortex, as if something was descending rapidly.

It’s here!

Pupils constricting, Zhao Qianqiu’s gaze shifted slightly, glancing toward the composed young Daoist across from him. He then lowered his right hand, and a five-colored divine light flowed along the edge of his palm, resembling a divine blade intent on cleaving the chaotic heavens.

Swish—

The object descending from within the cloud layers approached, revealing its true form.

A pitch-black spear, ancient and unadorned without a trace of decoration, pierced through the void, descending with an unstoppable momentum.

That is...

His gaze fell upon the black spear, and the five-colored divine light in Zhao Qianqiu’s eyes swirled, instantly capturing several gloomy marks at the spear’s tail.

One, two, three... eight!

Eight-Marks Slaughter Dao Soldier!

This lad can actually summon an Eight-Marks Slaughter Dao Soldier?

His eyes slightly narrowing, Zhao Qianqiu’s expression turned serious. He formed a Daoist incantation with one hand and shouted solemnly:

"Woodfall Vajra King!"

Suddenly, an overwhelming vitality began to spread throughout the void, countless blades of grass sprouting from the battered earth beneath his feet, transforming the war-torn land into a paradise of life.

Towering trees pierced through the soil, soaring skyward, like something out of a dream.

Life conquers death!

Faced with the assault of the Eight-Marks Slaughter Dao Soldier, Zhao Qianqiu directly employed the methods of the Wood Element to try and counter.

Bam!

An ear-splitting collision erupted into visible waves in the air.

The Tianzhu Spear, capable of traversing the universe, was caught in the grasp of two massive hands made of countless dragon-python-like roots!

Boom—

An immense and boundless destructive force exploded, causing the terrifying figure, as if a tree god, that towered over mountains and rivers, bearing sun and moon on its shoulders, to crack incessantly, the ground beneath it collapsing as if it were being forcibly pressed into the earth.

Unstoppable?!

Seeing that the Woodfall Vajra King could not withstand the crushing force of the Tianzhu Spear, Zhao Qianqiu quickly flipped his palm, changing hand signs, and brilliant golden flames suddenly erupted from the tree god’s visage standing between heaven and earth.

Wood generates fire!

Ninefold golden flames!

The radiant golden flames surged, gushing upward, enveloping everything, scorching the void and creating countless terrifying burns.

This unbelievably brilliant, almost gold-like flame contained a ceaseless power, continuously expanding, relentlessly spreading, aiming to incinerate the entire universe.

Break!

Yet, even the ultimate golden flames that ordinary Dao Body magical treasures couldn’t withstand left not the slightest trace on the Tianzhu Spear, not even a hint of being scorched.

Eight-Marks Dao Soldier.

A presence infinitely close to a Nine-Marks Dao Soldier, rumored to be only attainable by the most core disciples of the Ancient Sect Nobility.

These individuals are usually candidates for succession to the position of the Supreme Sect Leader or even seeds for future True Venerable seats, holding immense potential.

It is said that during the great disaster in Dianchuan, this individual displayed a myriad of peculiar methods, earning the title of Six Arts Dao Idiot.

Seeing him today, he indeed has some depth, despite lacking the Path of Slaughter’s Dao markings on his body, yet able to summon an Eight-Marks Slaughter Dao Soldier.

Is there such a secret technique in this world?

With scattered thoughts, Zhao Qianqiu was ready to employ more Dharma Gate methods to block the Tianzhu Spear.

Yet, after consecutive blockings, the Eight-Marks Dao Soldier seemed to grow irritated.

Mysteriously, it was as if a Deity of Slaughter had gripped the Tianzhu Spear, thrusting it down fiercely!

Boom boom boom!

The celestial dome was collapsing madly, the descending Tianzhu Spear like a cascading galaxy, its flaming tail slicing the world apart!

"Save me, Prince!"

Facing the spear that pierced through heaven and earth, even Zhao He was terrified. Having reached the True Monarch of the Dao Body Realm, all his endured hardships and today’s glory made him reluctant to succumb to death.

Yet at this moment, Zhao Qianqiu couldn’t save him—or even himself.

For it was only now he realized.

The target of the Tianzhu Spear was not just Zhao He alone.

It included him too!

If it were his true self present, even the Eight-Marks Dao Soldier would pose no fear, but now he was merely a thought, with very limited power.

"Limitless Golden Body!"

Clasping his hands together, a continuous clashing of divine iron echoed from within Zhao Qianqiu, strands of an indestructible, eternal aura enveloping his form.

Swish!

As it neared Zhao He and Zhao Qianqiu, the unstoppable Tianzhu Spear suddenly split into two, forming into two shadows, charging directly at them.

Swoosh—

Having exhausted his Dao Yuan and gravely injured, Zhao He could only watch helplessly as the pitch-black, coldly menacing spear pierced through his skull, pinning him alive to the ground.

"I cannot die..."

The vigorous vitality of a Dao Expert allowed Zhao He to continue struggling, even with the spear through his head, his entire body surging like waves, still attempting to invoke his last power to protect his life.

But the Tianzhu Spear is an Eight Marks Slaughter Dao Soldier!

The moment it pierced through Zhao He’s head, wisps of black energy spread all over his body, transforming into countless invisible Tianzhu Spears, extinguishing all his life force.

He struggled for less than a breath.

Zhao He’s eyes completely lost their light, becoming dim and dull, utterly lifeless.

Clang——

With Zhao He killed by the Tianzhu Spear, another Tianzhu Spear fiercely pierced towards Zhao Qianqiu. Amidst the earth-shaking collision, the spear tip pressed firmly against Zhao Qianqiu’s forehead, and a massive shockwave erupted in a circular pattern, obliterating everything in its path into nothingness.

Clap clap clap!

Under the overwhelming power of the Tianzhu Spear, the Vajra aura on Zhao Qianqiu’s body continuously shattered, his entire form covered in cracks like a broken porcelain.

Finally!

After resisting for three breaths, with a massive explosion, Zhao Qianqiu’s defenses were completely destroyed by the Tianzhu Spear, and the body formed from a mere thought was instantly smashed apart, leaving only a third of his face.

"This match, it seems I’ve lost. I hope the next time we meet, I can fight you on equal terms."

Silently watching Qi Xiu, Zhao Qianqiu’s words seemed to mock him for only defeating a mere thought.

When his real body descends next time, the outcome will not be the same.

Facing Zhao Qianqiu, who was still boasting after his defeat, Qi Xiu smiled and nodded:

"Alright, but Prince Zhao, since I’ve been cultivating, I’ve encountered quite a few True Monarchs of the Dao Body.

But someone who loses and still boasts like you.

Is truly one of a kind."

Upon hearing Qi Xiu’s assessment, Zhao Qianqiu sneered:

"Sharp-tongued indeed, truly a disciple taught by that Eastern scoundrel. Whether I’m boasting or not, you’ll find out next time."

"Alright."

Unfazed, Qi Xiu remained unafraid of Zhao Qianqiu’s threat.

Whether it was because of Dongfang Qing or his own future path of the Five Elements, Zhao Qianqiu was his sworn enemy.

Since they were mortal enemies, there was no need for politeness.

Taking a long last look at Qi Xiu, as if to imprint his image, Zhao Qianqiu’s shattered incarnation suddenly exploded, transforming into a Five-Colored Divine Light, swiftly sweeping towards the body of Zhao He, nailed by the Tianzhu Spear.

"Hah, I knew you wouldn’t leave so obediently."

With a flicker, Qi Xiu, already prepared, transformed into a cloud and instantly pounced towards Zhao He’s body.

Innate Primal Unity Qi Great Handprint!

Colors swirling, a grand hand appeared, stroking the sun and moon, its five fingers spreading, a terrifying suction force erupted from the palm, forcibly grabbing the Five-Colored Divine Light sweeping towards Zhao He’s body.

Suppression Talisman

Golden light gleamed in his eyes, ancient, dignified, and overbearing Suppression Talismans continuously appeared, slowly weaving into a large net that firmly locked the Five-Colored Divine Light, then gradually shrank, finally transforming into a piece of golden amber containing five-colored light!

With a gulp, Qi Xiu swallowed back the Suppression Talisman Amber containing the suppressed Five-Colored Divine Light.

Qi Xiu lowered his gaze to examine the Five-Colored Divine Light still struggling within the amber.

Sooner or later, he would have a battle with Zhao Qianqiu.

This person embodies the Five Elements Dao, wielding the divine skill of the Five-Colored Divine Light, said to brush away all things.

In today’s brief encounter with his thought incarnation, the Five-Colored Divine Light showed its formidable strength.

If he hadn’t had the protection of the Innate Primal Unity Qi, it would have been difficult to contend with this extremely domineering Five-Colored Divine Light.

Now that he had sealed this Divine Light, he could study it in detail, perhaps finding a method to counteract it.

Putting away the amber that suppressed the Five-Colored Divine Light, Qi Xiu turned to look at Zhao He’s body nailed by the Tianzhu Spear.

He then waved his hand, and from his sleeve, a grayish, dim white divine light swiftly flew into the body.

White Bone Demonic Dao!

Since mastering this blending of Buddhist and demonic dharma, Qi Xiu used it for the first time on a Dao Expert.

Flesh faded, bones emerged.

Zhao He’s corpse constantly convulsed, struggling to stand.

At the same time, at his back, the Blood Fiend Sword Worshipper appeared again, and like Zhao He, upon reappearing, its original form became bony and emaciated, with its skin peeled away.

The transformation of the White Bone Demonic Dao lasted for a full three hours.

The reborn Zhao He knelt before Qi Xiu, bloodfire flickering in his hollow eye sockets.

Even a White Bone Devil God of the Dao Body Realm couldn’t be sustained for long...

Gazing down at the kneeling Zhao He, Qi Xiu’s eyes slightly narrowed.

Only after Zhao He was transformed into a White Bone Devil God did he realize that with his current mastery of the White Bone Demonic Dao, he couldn’t maintain its existence for long.

With a slight thought, Qi Xiu spread his five fingers, drawing fine colored threads from Zhao He’s eyebrow ancestral aperture.

These were all his memories.

Perfect for understanding the details of that Prince Zhao.

After extracting useful memories from Zhao He’s mind, Qi Xiu looked up at the towering icy pillars not far away.

These ice pillars were entwined with the resentment of the Mystic Monarch. Whoever broke them would be bound by the resentment.

And if external objects like puppets were used, they too would be traced back to the original source by the Mystic Monarch’s resentment.

But a White Bone Devil God, seemingly a separate existence, didn’t require the support of the caster.

Only such a special existence could isolate itself from the tracing of the Mystic Monarch’s resentment.

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