I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 224 - 222: Worldly Fist, Time Gu!

Chapter 224: Chapter 222: Worldly Fist, Time Gu!

The sword light was fierce, carrying the will to annihilate everything.

Gua...

With each cry of the time toad, time at the place where the sword light struck began to reverse once more.

However, it was exceptionally slow and stagnant, and one could faintly hear peculiar sounds.

Liang Hui remained composed and serene, determining the extent of the time reversal, and the outcome was already destined.

Such sword light, he could wield for an entire day.

But he did not have such a leisurely interest.

"The next punch, will end this playtime."

Clang!

The Taoist Sword returned to its scabbard.

His arm stretched forward, his fingers and palm changing instantaneously four times, each change accompanied by a majestic roar.

Four sacred beast phantoms materialized behind the young man, then all surged into the outstretched arm.

At this moment, the spirit to create worlds emerged upon his figure.

"Time? Come see my Worldly Fist."

The unparalleled fist, infused with the will to create worlds, thundered forward.

Following the sword light, in one hundredth of an instant, it was already within a kilometer of the emaciated man.

Crackle!

The fist’s edge turned into a palm, effortlessly slicing open the mysterious realm and resting against the emaciated man’s abdomen.

Under his horrified gaze, it pierced him.

"My Time Toad." The emaciated man cried out hoarsely.

In his voice, there was an indescribable despair.

Bang!

Before he could say more, his body exploded violently, blood mixed with bones scattering everywhere.

Liang Hui’s extended hand then retracted.

A toad, quiet as a topaz, lay in his palm, its breath weak, ready to dissipate at any moment.

Liang Hui gazed down at the toad in his palm, feeling its profound Qi.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"I should say, my Time Toad.

"Die!"

An angry roar came from beside him.

Amidst surging Qi-Blood, a towering figure threw a punch at him.

"Annoying rodent, lucky to have survived, why seek death again?"

Liang Hui’s mouth curled up, his gaze still fixed on the toad in his palm.

His other empty hand struck forward directly.

Slap!

The enormous Qi-Blood burst, popped easily like a bubble.

The fair hand crossed space and landed on the towering figure’s head.

Then it slowly retracted, without a second glance.

"No matter... who you are, you shall... fall within... a thousand miles..."

The sturdy man spoke intermittently.

Before he could finish, his body, like quicksand, turned to dust.

Liang Hui’s hand gently stroked the toad, feeling its utmost profound breath, his smile deeper on his face.

To him, the sturdy man’s words were nothing more than the lament of a loser.

They could not shake his heart in the slightest.

True Qi burst forth, a layer of green light appeared on his hand, slowly enveloping the toad.

Maintaining its vitality from within and attempting to heal its wounds.

He turned and transformed into a sword light, vanishing into the sky.

He planned to find a secluded place to closely study this rare Gu insect.

This was the power of time!

In comparison, even the conquest of the savages was of no importance.

Minutes later, Liang Hui had completely left the battlefield.

He arrived at the foot of a mountain, concealed his presence, and created a space inside the mountain.

The luminous stones were embedded into the cave walls, bringing light to the dark space.

The young man sat cross-legged on the soft gravel, letting the Time Toad hover in front of him.

At this moment, the Time Toad, compared to when it was retrieved from the enemy’s belly, was in a slightly worse condition.

Under such circumstances, the smile on Liang Hui’s face also faded slightly.

He began to attentively feel the trace of mystery within it.

...

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, four days had gone by.

Where Liang Hui once fought with the Black Flame Cave.

Four men and one woman, five figures stood side by side, hovering in the sky, looking down at a deep pit that stretched for hundreds of miles.

Each person’s face bore a serious expression.

"The Black Flame Cave Master should truly be dead," said a voluptuous woman with a fiery figure.

She was draped in several pieces of beast skin, with a large amount of skin exposed, exceptionally tempting.

However, the remaining four figures were not in the mood to appreciate it.

Their brows were tightly furrowed as they had rushed over with all their might after receiving the message from the Black Flame Cave Master.

They didn’t expect to still be too late, and by quite a lot.

"The man who entered the vast mountain range must be extremely powerful, otherwise he would not have turned hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers to dust."

"How could we not know that the Black Flame Cave Master’s Gu, while perhaps not the strongest in attack, is definitely the most tricky among the thirty-six caves?"

The figure wrapped in a black robe spoke in a low voice.

The robed one tilted his head slightly, looking towards the always silent elder beside him.

"Old Feng, your Machine Gu, is it possible to deduce that person’s exact location?"

"Do we really want to provoke, that fierce person?"

The elder did not immediately agree, hesitant in his words.

"Old Feng, we have no choice, when one cave is in trouble, the powers within a million miles must lend full support."

"This is the rule set by the Witch God Sect, and no one is willing to accept the consequences of violating it. Moreover, judging by the route taken by that man from Chu, his target is very likely the Witch God Sect itself," the robed figure said in a hoarse voice.

Turn around!

He looked in the direction of the Witch God Sect, wondering who would willingly fight against such a deadly foe.

But other than that, there was no other choice.

If that man from Chu truly offended the Witch God Sect, they had to provide a reasonable explanation to avoid being held accountable.

Old Feng had pondered this possibility as well.

His face bitter, he couldn’t help but sigh softly.

His gaunt arm slowly extended, beginning to collect the aura of the battlefield.

Soon, a gleam of crimson gold appeared between his fingers.

At the same time, black and white halos began to emerge around the elder’s body, pouring into the crimson gold light, filled with an air of mystery.

Old Feng’s eyes were tightly closed as he fully mobilized the Gu insects in his abdomen.

The Taoist Sword, unmatched fists, a young man in blue robes—these blurry scenes flashed continuously through his mind.

The elder strived to discern the true face of the young man in blue robes.

And at that moment, the Gu insects let out a piercing scream, breaking through the fog around the young man’s body.

’Soon! Soon! I’m about to see his face.’

The elder murmured in his heart.

Suddenly, the fog dispersed on its own, revealing a familiar and handsome face.

A pair of indifferent and cold eyes, the corners of his mouth wearing a playful smile, slowly opened:

"Die!"

A low shout, transcending cause and effect, aimed to Curse Kill the elder.

At the same time, in his palm, the crimson gold light that should have been covered suddenly transformed into a short sword, piercing through the black and white halos.

In an instant, it entered the elder’s head.

In a flash, the elder’s face stiffened, his head turning towards the last four people, his mouth desperately gaping.

"God...."

Crack!

Before the words were finished, his head was already split in two, blood mixed with white fluid splattered onto the bodies of the four standing by.

The four figures stood there dazedly watching the scene unfold, not because they had poor resilience.

But rather, the Curse Kill that transpired in an instant was too swift and terrifying.