Wielding the Thunders Across Two Worlds

"Hahaha!"

"Hehehe!"

"Kekeke... Hahaha!"

The old Daoists all burst into laughter.

"Of all people to pick a fight with, he just had to choose Senior Brother Yu Zhang."

"Does he really think the Immortal Dharma Aspect summoned by his Celestial Pig Great Curse is just for show?"

"He’s from the orthodox lineage of the Beiji Exorcism Institute! He excels at expelling evil spirits, capturing ghosts, suppressing fierce demons, and annihilating filth. When it comes to pure destructive power and warfare, he’s even better than the rest of us!"

Taoist Yu Zhang was also all smiles, and he decided to press his advantage.

"Five with the celestials to dispel all calamities, transforming into a Dharma King in the mortal realm. A body a thousand zhang tall with a square mouth, four heads and eight arms displaying divine light."

[Celestial Pig True Form Ghost Killing Spell]

"Repel corpses and drive them back, none dare approach. A sky-pick to slay ghosts, Yan Emperor and the Northern Dipper. The four bright Marshals, a divine saber for ten thousand ghosts. Purple Qi and Cinnabar Cloud, devour demons and traverse the body."

[Marshal Demon Suppressing and Ghost Extinguishing Spell]

"Profound vistas scatter across the celestial shore, the clear river and purple clouds return. Wondrous Qi illuminates the three dawns, Cinnabar Cloud dazzles Ziwei."

[Three Days Demon Destruction Divine Spell]

Taoist Yu Zhang presided over the Qian Position of the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams Array. He forcefully turned what should have been a gate of life into a Death Gate. With the Array’s support, the Immortal Dharma Aspects and Demon-Slaying Divine Curses relentlessly pursued Yun Fei’ang.

A supreme expert? A Golden-Winged Roc bloodline? A cultivator of Demon Techniques?

Sorry, but those are exactly the things I’m here to beat down!

Yun Fei’ang was incandescent with rage!

He was the master of the Mountain State Cloud Heaven Divine Palace, a descendant of the Spirit Realm’s Golden-Winged Roc, and the inheritor of the Demon Ancestor’s legacy. In this day and age, he was a top-tier expert. Yet here he was, trapped in an array, getting beaten by an ordinary Elder from Daluo Palace who was far weaker than him!

Where was his dignity?

Yun Fei’ang calmed himself, knowing that continuing to evade would only delay the inevitable. With a great beat of his wings, he began to charge left and right, coordinating with his Sword Qi Torrent to launch a counterattack.

Once he made his decision, the true power of a Great Demon of his generation was unleashed.

A streak of golden light and black energy crisscrossed within the array, a Sword Qi Torrent swirling around him. He exuded the domineering aura of a Demon Saint and the intimidating might of a Demon God.

In the end, the Immortal Dharma Aspects manifested by the Celestial Pig Divine Curse were merely illusory and were shattered one by one under Yun Fei’ang’s counterattack.

However, Taoist Yu Zhang had already achieved his goal. First, he had prevented Yun Fei’ang from breaking out of the array in one fell swoop. Second, he had drained a significant amount of his Magical Power reserves.

After these Immortal Dharma Aspects were shattered, Taoist Yu Zhang once again rode the clouds and paced the stars. He formed a Seal Technique with his hands and chanted a Spell, and a new batch of Dharma Aspects coalesced, their majestic might guarding the Qian Position.

Then, he extended his right hand, palm up. He loosely curled four of his fingers, leaving only his index finger pointing at Yun Fei’ang. He then hooked his finger backward three times.

"Come and get me!"

Seeing Taoist Yu Zhang’s brazen taunt, the other old Daoists laughed and cursed in jest.

But Yun Fei’ang did not laugh. With a flash, his figure shot toward the Shock Gate in the Dui position, manned by Taoist Yi Hong and Taoist Yuan He.

Taoist Yi Hong wielded his Yanyue Saber, while Taoist Yuan He controlled his Pure Yang Sword. Their visible attack method was a sky-blotting torrent of Sword and Saber Qi, sharp, piercing, and utterly unstoppable.

However, the Origin of Yun Fei’ang’s Demon Power was also a sharp, golden light. Moreover, he had taken all the feathers he had molted over several centuries and refined them with the Five Metals Elite, forging them into sharp Flying Swords.

Pitting metal against metal, Yun Fei’ang was confident that with his millennia of Power, he couldn’t possibly lose to these two ordinary Daluo Palace Elders.

As it turned out, Yun Fei’ang lived up to his reputation as a thousand-year-old Great Demon. His choice was not wrong. Even though the Sword and Saber Qi from Taoist Yi Hong and Taoist Yuan He was like a vast, overwhelming ocean, Yun Fei’ang was like a heaven-rending streak of Sword Qi, surging against the tide!

The razor-sharp auras collided. The piercing, tearing sound that echoed through the void made even the watching old Daoists grimace and frown.

When they looked, they saw Yun Fei’ang, wrapped in his Sword Qi Torrent, tear a gap in the curtain of light formed by the swords and sabers in the Dui position, charging straight for Taoist Yi Hong and Taoist Yuan He.

"Senior Brothers, be careful!"

"Eight Trigrams Flowing!"

A few of the old Daoists were about to rush to their aid when they saw Taoist Yi Hong’s eyes fly wide with fury as he strode forward through the void.

With every step Taoist Yi Hong took, his body grew larger.

He grew taller with each stride.

After nine steps, he had transformed into a giant nearly two zhang tall. The Cyan Dragon Crescent Saber in his hand had also grown with him, now measuring two zhang and seven chi long, its blade depicting a cyan dragon spitting a pearl.

However, even though Taoist Yi Hong had grown, he still seemed small and frail before the Golden-Winged Roc with its seven to eight zhang wingspan.

But neither Yun Fei’ang nor the old Daoists watching from a distance dared to underestimate Taoist Yi Hong.

This was the man who had followed Gu Zhao from the very beginning, slaying demons and devils, building Daluo Palace, and who was the first Daoist to preside over a Daluo branch temple. Though his body was only two zhang tall, his aura felt ten thousand zhang high!

His eyes blazed with fury, his aura was like a rainbow, and he dragged his long saber back before swinging it out like a full moon, all in one fluid motion.

"You condemned fool! Taste my saber!"

Taoist Yi Hong did not unleash his Saber Qi. Instead, he achieved Man-Sword Unity. Using Shrinking Inches with a single step, he appeared right in front of Yun Fei’ang. Catching his opponent off guard, he brought his fully charged Saber Momentum down in a powerful slash.

Yun Fei’ang’s pupils shrank. He saw the Yanyue Saber instantly shatter his Sword Qi Torrent, the blade about to cleave his head open in the blink of an eye. Without a moment’s hesitation, he met the attack with his own sharp beak.

"CLANG—"

With a crisp sound of impact, Taoist Yi Hong was sent flying backward. His long saber was knocked away, and his body flew back with it. The hand gripping the Yanyue Saber trembled continuously to dissipate the force, and his body steadily shrank back to its normal size.

At the same time, a shower of scattered feathers rained down. Yun Fei’ang was also thrown backward. The great roc’s body seemed to suddenly lose all its strength as it spiraled downward.

Then, just as two streaks of Sword Qi, one black and one white, formed a Tai Chi and were about to engulf him, he let out a sharp cry. He adjusted his posture and barely managed to skim past the Tai Chi diagram.

Even so, Sword Qi lashed out from the Tai Chi Diagram, stripping away a portion of the protective demon power and demon energy around him. A final flash of Sword Light shot out from the diagram, its tip swirling with black and white, and sliced off one of Yun Fei’ang’s fingers.

"SCREEEE—"

Yun Fei’ang shrieked in pain, spread his wings, and shot back into the sky.

Taoist Qingyuan shook his head in regret. "I was hoping to chop off one of his claws, but I only managed to get a finger."

Taoist Qingwei laughed heartily. "’Better to sever one finger than to injure all ten.’ That was already excellent!"

All the old Daoists stroked their beards, smiled, and nodded.

This was Taoist Qingyuan’s style: low-key and reserved, never showing off. But when he struck, he was steady, accurate, and ruthless, achieving results with a single move.

As Yun Fei’ang endured the searing pain and soared back into the air, he suddenly saw two more old Daoists in another direction aiming their Thunderwood Swords at him.

Yun Fei’ang shuddered and was about to change direction, but a multi-colored light suddenly flashed before his eyes, surrounded by a dazzling golden glow and purple lightning.

"BOOM!"

A Thunderbolt as thick as a water bucket struck Yun Fei’ang squarely on the head.