Chapter 376 - 10: Slaying Demons with a Beauty
The jet-black Demonic Light blazed like a raging fire. Wherever it passed, the Tier One and Tier Two Celestial Demons were instantly burned to ash.
The remaining dozen or so Tier Three Celestial Demons resisted the Demonic Light, their hearts filled with fear. They tried to bypass the chariot and flee to the sides.
Just then, a heaven-shaking streak of sword light shot across the sky.
The sword light was like a rainbow, as swift as lightning, gone in a flash.
The dozen or so Tier Three Celestial Demons, in the midst of their frantic escape, were instantly split in two and fell on the spot.
For the Tier Five Flying Sword, slaying these Tier Three Celestial Demons was as easy as slicing melons and chopping vegetables.
This was despite Fang Cheng not using much Magical Power to command the sword; he had achieved an instant kill relying solely on the blade’s inherent sharpness.
Afterward, the Demonic Light surged like a tide, washing over the firmament. Its demonic will was tyrannical and lofty, utterly soul-shaking.
Fang Cheng felt the Resentment Demon Bead in his Qi Sea finally express a hint of "satisfaction."
"Collect these Celestial Demon Relics. There will be more," Fang Cheng said faintly.
Yan Shutong hastily agreed, using a Divine Technique to draw the Celestial Demon Relics remaining in the sky into the chariot one by one.
Fang Cheng urged the chariot forward. Along the way, two more Demon Tides surged toward them, both of which he suppressed and annihilated with his Li Hen Demon Light.
When he encountered Tier Three Celestial Demons, he would unleash the Mountain-Slaying Flying Sword.
Beneath its incomparably sharp light, none could withstand a single blow.
He had killed to his heart’s content along the way, yet he had barely consumed any Magical Power.
After about an hour, another Demon Tide appeared ahead. Behind it stood a thousand-zhang giant with knotted, bulging muscles.
Black ash swirled around the giant’s body as it walked slowly behind the Demon Tide, as if treating the horde as its own personal rations.
It reached out, grabbed a handful of Celestial Demons, and stuffed them into its mouth.
It opened its massive maw, a mouth that stretched back past its neck, revealing terrifying, inverted fangs layered like mountain ridges. Countless Celestial Demons perished within that great mouth.
The magnificent chariot slowly came to a halt.
A surging, boundless Demonic Qi, like a towering mountain, blocked the path between heaven and earth.
The small chariot, shimmering with spiritual light, seemed like a speck of dust before this thousand-zhang Celestial Demon.
A Tier Four Celestial Demon.
This was the source of the previous Demon Tides.
Fang Cheng stood up, a look of excitement on his face. His eyes, like those of a predator that had spotted its prey, glinted with a sharp light.
This made Yan Shutong, who had just been thinking she could finally escape, feel her heart leap into her throat again.
"Young Master..."
Before she could finish, she saw Fang Cheng take out a foot-long paper figure. He cupped his hands toward it and said, "I beseech you, fellow Daoist, to act."
The paper figure’s facial features were vividly lifelike, its eyes and brows expressive, and its appearance was identical to Fang Cheng’s.
Without a word, the paper figure flew straight out of the chariot.
This Dream Spirit was the first incarnation Fang Cheng had devised after breaking through to the Life Soul Realm. Its Cultivation Realm was stuck at the Early Dharma Stage.
Later, Fang Cheng devised over ten more, but the strongest among them had only just barely reached the Mid-Dharma Stage.
He had vaguely deduced a pattern: the strength of a Dream Spirit Incarnation was inextricably linked to his own Cultivation Realm.
He would have to wait until he broke through to the Late-Mid Life Soul Stage to be able to devise a Late Dharma Stage or even a peak-level Dream Spirit.
At this moment, the Dream Spirit expanded wildly in the wind, in the blink of an eye transforming into a massive, hundred-zhang-tall paper figure. Its body was wreathed in Thunder Light, its aura spreading for a thousand li, like a Divine Spirit that commanded the thunder of heaven and earth.
The Tier Four Celestial Demon clearly noticed the Dream Spirit. Vaguely sensing danger, it unhesitatingly extended its muscle-bound arm and threw a punch toward the Dream Spirit.
The sky-filling black ash surged and roiled. Nearby Celestial Demons that touched the ash screamed miserably as their bodies disintegrated.
As the giant’s fist shot out, the void shattered and the colors of heaven and earth drained away.
The Dream Spirit let out a low shout, surged forward, and slammed its fist against the giant’s.
BOOM!
In an instant, Thunder Light burst forth.
The purple-black Demonic Qi and the Thunder Light intertwined, forming a circular shockwave that violently expanded outward!
The Demon Tide was caught in the blast, and countless Celestial Demons perished instantly.
The thousand-zhang giant’s right arm thunderously disintegrated amidst the Thunder Light.
The Dream Spirit’s figure appeared behind the giant. It turned and pointed, and a heaven-shaking streak of sword light suddenly slashed down from high in the firmament!
ZING!
A long, melodious sword cry rang out from above the Nine Heavens.
The sword cry was crisp and sonorous. Between heaven and earth, the tens of thousands of densely packed Celestial Demons slowed at the sound.
Only a single streak of sword light, descending with graceful yet powerful agility, circled in midair and swept across the thousand-zhang giant’s massive demonic body.
Under this sword light, the thousand-zhang giant’s hard, sturdy demonic body silently split open. Black ash billowed up from the fissure, drifting like ribbons.
A trace of shock and bewilderment flashed across the giant’s wooden expression.
Then, it let out a long howl to the heavens, its cry laced with fear and panic, as it struggled desperately, trying to flee.
"Let me borrow your Flying Sword."
The Dream Spirit glanced at Fang Cheng and made a beckoning gesture. The Mountain-Slaying Flying Sword instantly flew out of the chariot and erupted with a brilliant sword light, as dazzling as the scorching sun, before slashing down once more.
This strike was even more terrifying than the last. It carried a faint, world-bending pressure that caused the surging Demonic Qi between heaven and earth to gently freeze, as if obeying a king’s command.
The sword light passed through the thousand-zhang giant’s demonic body as if it were nothing, vanishing in a flash.
The thousand-zhang giant’s demonic body stiffened. A wisp of demonic will drifted out, then immediately dissipated into nothing.
The massive, mountain-like demonic body collapsed with a great crash.
Fang Cheng stepped out of the chariot and recalled his Flying Sword.
He watched as the Dream Spirit Incarnation dissolved into a flurry of snow-white paper, which then burned up and turned to ash.
In that last battle, the Demon Tide had been all but wiped out. The few remaining Tier Two and Tier Three Celestial Demons were now all fleeing in panic.
Fang Cheng stood on the mountain-like body of the Tier Four Celestial Demon and activated his Li Hen Demon Light, beginning the process of refining it.