I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 219 - 217: Southern Barbarians, Ten Thousand Miles of Great Mountains!

Chapter 219: Chapter 217: Southern Barbarians, Ten Thousand Miles of Great Mountains!

"Ha! You want to see my fist, come."

A low shout reverberated, shaking heaven and earth.

The golden Qi-Blood surged to the sky, filling the space above and below like a tide, everywhere in all directions.

The unparalleled Fistful Intent began to emerge, solidifying the very space around it.

The blood-stained palm lifted, changing nearly ten thousand times in the blink of an eye, each change representing the pinnacle of a technique, the crystallization of his boxing skill.

Beast roars burst forth from the Qi-Blood, leaping out with a golden radiance, landing on his arm.

Groaning, he exerted all his strength to push the punch forward.

The space within a hundred miles instantly shattered, revealing a deep, pitch-black abyss.

The radiant fist light, the only source of light in the void, smashed down upon the Barbarian Tribe with a thunderous impact.

Even before the fist could get close, the Barbarian Tribe died in droves.

The burly figure of a barbarian standing in the forefront, with cunning disappearing from his eyes, stared fixedly at the approaching punch.

His robust body was dissolving, his soul shattering.

He was dying!

"So, there truly are such powerful beings."

"Sorry, Yu Ru! My tribesmen..."

Before he could finish speaking, his consciousness had plunged into darkness.

But at this moment, no one cared about his death.

Under the fist light, thousands of the Barbarian Tribe flickered like candles in the wind, fires in the rain, on the verge of extinguishment.

At this moment, two robust silhouettes stood in the very front, blocking the fist light.

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, please forgive the sins of my tribe!"

"Your Majesty, we never bore any malice in coming here."

What met them in return was a more dazzling fist light, and a will that brooked no compromise.

Either catch this punch or die!

The two Barbarian leaders also felt the will within the punch.

Their expressions no longer held the initial fury, only despair, and a resolution to die.

Flames of blood burned on the body of each man.

Qi-Blood, True Qi erupted with full force.

They raised their fists towards the sky.

Strike!

Two crimson dragons howled in the void.

Head-on, they charged towards the fist light filling the void.

Getting closer! Getting closer!

Until they made contact!

Crack!

The two blood dragons, like eels, were squashed and burst apart instantly.

The fist light pressed forward, engulfing everything.

For a long while.

When the fist light dissipated, the figures of thousands of Barbarians had vanished.

Only a young barbarian clad in tiger beast hide stood bewildered, his eyes filled with nothing but dead, gray desolation.

Until he saw a lean figure stepping through the void to appear before him.

In the dead gray, fear and awe emerged, along with a body that trembled ceaselessly.

Thud!

Liang Hui’s footsteps stopped.

"With you alone, can you subdue the tribes on the lands of Manzhou?"

It was a question, a curiosity, perhaps even a benevolence.

At that moment, a glimmer of understanding flickered through the young man’s dull brain.

Thump!

He fell to his knees in the void, his cheeks streaming with tears.

"Your Majesty, I can definitely subdue the tribes, I am the only living Qi-bloodline."

His voice was hoarse and dry.

"One month’s time, bring your tribesmen to the Song Family of Jiaozhou."

"If you fail, take your own life!"

Liang Hui looked down at the young barbarian, stepping forward again towards the chariot.

With a wave of his arm, the young barbarian, who had departed the void, appeared on the earth below.

At this moment, the chariot, pulled by Hoo Bai, headed south once more.

Liang Hui, with his back to the battlefield behind, remained impassive and merciless.

Consider it a charity, success or failure, it mattered little.

Gathering his thoughts, he turned his gaze to the south, his eyes revealing an unusual solemnity.

The final destination to subdue the southern rivers and mountains — The South Barbarians.

The Barbarian Tribe to the south of Manzhou, the people of Chu Nation prefer to call them the Wild Barbarians.

The Wild Barbarians speak a language entirely different from the Fourteen States, and their customs, lives, and even beliefs are distinct from those of Zhou and Chu.

Moreover, they are exceptionally strong, having contended with the Zhongyuan Dynasty since ancient times yet never being defeated.

No one knows exactly how many powerful beings dwell or how many secrets are buried within the vast mountains that the South Barbarians inhabit.

And the Manzhou pioneered by successive dynasties is but a corner of those vast mountains.

Even Liang Hui found such an environment to be thorny, once he stepped into South Barbarian territory, countless major battles could very well ensue.

Among them, it is not impossible to encounter powerful beings like the Red Lotus Holy Mother.

If so, the delay could be lengthy.

Huff~

A breath of foul air was exhaled.

Determination and a murderous intent emerged in Liang Hui’s eyes, and his face grew even more ruthless.

Kill!

Slaughter them until the heavens turn and the earth overturns, kill until all beings cower in fear, then those Wild Barbarians will naturally submit.

After all, unlike the people of Zhongyuan, they too are living beings, who will fear death.

If that still doesn’t work, then let the millions of miles of vast mountains all turn to ash.

In the not-too-distant future, when clashing with the Heavenly Demon Realm.

He would not allow any power to exist outside of the Divine Court in this world.

The Flowing Light Bell in the young man’s hair trembled slightly, bursting forth with an aura capable of subduing all living beings.

Roar!

Hoo Bai roared, filled with a murderous spirit.

Clearly, he sensed his master’s mood.

Repressing the surging killing intent, he commanded the war chariot to continue southward.

He himself sat down cross-legged, immersing his consciousness into his abdomen.

A hazy seed, as if existing in another dimension, pulsated like a heart, non-stop.

The Qi-Blood condensed meridians, resembling a spider web, spread from the seed to every part of the body.

Greenish radiance surged forth with the seed’s pulsations.

Above the seed, the golden Nine-layered Altar stood silent.

Dense patterns twinkled upon it.

Indistinctly, one could see past sacrifices of flesh and blood, treasures turned to ash, and even elixirs cracking...

All kinds of images were scenes of past offerings.

Above the nine-tiered altar, a golden-red sun floated, radiating endless heat and sharpness.

Via the altar, Liang Hui’s consciousness glimpsed the Red Cloud Dao Sword.

The red sword body was mixed with golden patterns, and its dark hilt was exceptionally ancient.

At this moment, the Dao Sword took on a fluidity like that of a liquid.

’It’s close! So close!’ Liang Hui murmured to himself.

The Taoist, after nearly a month of cultivation in Chu Nation, had reached:

True Realization (76.35%)

Less than half a month’s time was enough to make a breakthrough.

At that time, with Martial Artist meridians and Taoist initiation, his strength would ascend anew.

Withdrawing his consciousness, he extended his hand.

The golden Nine-layered Altar hovered above it.

Simultaneously, streams of medicinal herbs and treasures, each glowing with different colors, surged from the storage space toward the altar.

In a flash of golden light, treasures shattered, herbs turned to powder.

The altar’s Dao Sword became increasingly brilliant and eye-catching.

Until an hour had passed.

The continuous surge of medicinal herbs and treasures finally ceased.

The Nine-layered Altar and the Red Cloud Dao Sword had reached their limit; further offerings would be a waste.

With the ending of the offerings, Liang Hui also took out some instruments from his bosom and began to dream.

Day after day, without any slack.

And the war chariot always continued slowly southward.

After thirteen days.

Liang Hui halted at the border of Manzhou, looking out upon one high mountain after another entering his field of view.

Some mountains soared straight into the clouds, while some stretched for hundreds of miles, their ends still unseen.

Various Exotic Beasts roared continually from the dense ancient forests.

"Is this South Barbarians, the millions of miles of vast mountains?"

"Precisely!"