Stealthily cultivating in the chaotic world of demons and martial artists
Chapter 1111 - 965: Fierce Might

Chapter 1111: Chapter 965: Fierce Might

"But the Evil Monarch himself, able to command a group of wicked beings, must possess exceptional magic power."

Fang Xi couldn’t help but remind the group of youngsters as he looked at them.

"Heh heh, we, as a group of Immortals, have gathered here; the Demon Path clowns are merely waiting to surrender... Mr. Fang, if you are afraid, it would be best to hide aside when the time comes and cheer us on," said Jian Caifei, the ’Flying Dragon Sword’, unable to restrain his mockery.

"Exactly... Look at that magic weapon in his hand, it’s so crude it’s not even worthy of being called a Flying Sword."

The young Prime Taoists of Ban Shan Dao, knowing that ’Flying Dragon Sword’ Jian Caifei was the most outstanding among their group of young Sword Immortals, already had the intention to curry favor and joined in the jeering.

"Hmph."

With a mocking heart, Fang Xi’s face suddenly turned serious as he said, "It’s you who are blind to treasures. This Flying Sword of mine is a Supreme Treasure from ancient times, known as ’Sky Demon Slayer Sword’. Engraved with one hundred and eight thousand Sky Demon Mysterious Seals, it can harness the power of the extra-domain Sky Demons for its own use. However, the sword damaged the harmony of heaven, which is why an Immortal of the past placed a Spirit Talisman seal on it, making the divine item conceal its brilliance."

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, even the Cold Mountain Sword guest Peng Xifan couldn’t help but chuckle: ’This Sir is quite the character, able to spout nonsense with such a straight face...’

Fang Xi didn’t bother to justify himself and went to one side to sit cross-legged on his own.

If he hadn’t faintly sensed that his fate was intertwined with this place, he wouldn’t have bothered mixing with these juniors.

’It’s just that this fate seems to have nothing to do with one’s martial strength...’

In a flash.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

With a howl from Jian Caifei, multicolored lights soared from atop the platform.

Among them were those who had become Sword Immortals, their Flying Swords traversing the blue sky, as well as those riding various colors of radiant light, flying carpets, and flower baskets.

There were also those at the swordsman level, unable to escape by flying, who could only rely on magic weapons to carry them forth.

As usual, Fang Xi controlled the Sky Demon Slayer Sword, turning into a sword light that was half-black and half-green, wrapping around himself as he moved forward.

"Mr. Fang, why don’t we see your Sky Demon Slayer Sword unleashing its power?"

Jian Caifei had merged with his sword, a small crystalline sword darting unpredictably, with a winding trace on its body that resembled a dragon. At this moment, the sword light of his Flying Sword was agile like a dragon, making his escape light incredibly fast.

He even took a round trip ahead and managed to reconvene with the main group, a smile showing on his face.

Fang Xi remained calm and did not say much.

Before long, a strange peak emerged in front, grand and imposing, like a giant palm.

Atop the middle finger of that palm-shaped mountain, there seemed to be some buildings, but at this moment they were all bloodstained and broken, clearly having gone through a major disaster.

’This place should be where the Martial Arts Conference is being held...’

’Judging by this scene, it’s likely that the Martial World of Central Shu has been wiped out...’

Seeing this scene, Fang Xi’s eyes flickered.

The many strong martial artists of the Martial World, with their physical bodies and Essence Souls far stronger than ordinary people, each could match ten or even a hundred people and were the best materials for the Demon Path to sacrificially refine Copper Armored Corpses, Flying Night Yakshas, and even the formless Evil Demons.

’It seems that this Evil Monarch’s purge is not just about defeating the righteous forces of the Martial World, there must be other motives...’

With this thought, Fang Xi looked at the surrounding Cultivators with a trace of pity.

Martial World middlemen were only suitable for refining the likes of Flying Night Yakshas, but Cultivators were sure to be even more gifted, making them excellent materials for refining Divine Demons!

The Demon Sect, adept at ’control demon with demons’, allows a Demon Cultivator, after refining their own Divine Demon, to refine and command other Divine Demons, with endless uses...

Such as the White Bone God Devil, Vajra God Devil with Distinct Features, Nine Sons Mother Evil Demon, and so on.

Each possessed boundless ferocity!

In Fang Xi’s view, this Evil Monarch certainly did not have good intentions, seemingly planning to capture all these righteous Sword Immortals and Swordsmen in one fell swoop, turning them into his own Divine Demons.

’Although people of the Demon Sect lay little emphasis on karma, slaying so many of the young and talented in one go would likely lead to relentless vendettas with their elders... This is something anyone can see regardless of their understanding of karma.’

’It seems this Evil Monarch plans to kill and then flee?’

’Or perhaps... he is just a pawn, and in the end, not only will he bear these sins, but the Divine Demons he refined, along with his own life-linked Divine Demon, will all be seized by his master... a true example of bringing one’s own provisions to the enemy, only to be sold out and still having to count the money for them.’

Such a conspiracy, even without divination art, was clear to Fang Xi with many checkpoints through.

However, Cultivators often become blinded by their Spirit Sense when their fate befalls them, and the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance arise. Without strong willpower and enlightenment, it is almost impossible to extract oneself from such a situation.

In this respect, transmigrators seem to have a bit more advantage.

"Haha! How tardy everyone is!"

A clear and hearty laugh sounded.

On the platform that had been built for martial contest in the past, there now appeared an extra person without anyone noticing—it was the Evil Monarch!

This man, appearing to be in his twenties or thirties, was incredibly handsome. He possessed the vigor of a young man combined perfectly with the mature steadiness of a middle-aged gentleman; indeed, he was a remarkably elegant man.

Behind the Evil Monarch stood a gang, some with disheveled hair holding black banners, others clad in beast skins with tattoos on their faces, indeed a bunch of bizarre and wicked beings.

"Evil Monarch, you have slaughtered mortals and will surely face heavenly punishment. Today, we shall enforce justice on behalf of heaven!"

Jian Cai flew above the crowd, with a flick of his Flying Dragon Sword in hand, he spoke in a deep voice, setting himself up as the leader of the immortals. The watching female cultivators’ hearts stirred secretly, as looks of admiration and respect surfaced in their eyes.

"Amitabha, I wonder what are the rules for today’s swordfighting competition?"

Monk Long Zen also brought his palms together and asked.

"Today’s swordfighting is very simple!"

Evil Monarch revealed a charmingly wicked smile, stepping forward, "You can all attack together or one by one... As long as you can defeat me, I will concede defeat, how about that?"

"Hmph, such arrogant talk!"

Hearing such boastfulness, Jian Cai burst into an angry laugh and exclaimed, "Let me be the first to take you on!"

He made a gesture with his sword talisman, and the Flying Dragon Sword transformed into a beam of light as it shot out, swift as lightning and aggressive as fire.

Any ordinary individual cultivator would lose their head if they weren’t careful enough to dodge the decapitating flying sword.

The Evil Monarch smiled and extended his pale, jade-like right hand, reaching forward as if plucking a flower.

A multicolored giant magic palm appeared out of thin air, and with a pinch of its index finger and thumb, it caught the sword light between them.

This kind of magic palm spell is almost not a spell, but a crude application of magic power that anyone who has cultivated magic power can perform.

One would often give it an impressive name, calling it ’Innate One Qi Great Capture’!

Of course, for those with profound Taoist cultivation, even a casually cast spell would possess endless might.

And there are many variations to this Innate One Qi Great Capture. For example, those who primarily cultivate Wood True Qi would see their magic palm turn green, known as ’Innate Wood One Qi Great Capture Hand’!

When capturing the enemy’s magical weapons or flying swords, there’s also a layer of binding power in effect.

The one used by the Evil Monarch is the ’Five Poison God Evil One Qi Capture Hand’.

It was formed from the ’Five Poison God Evil Qi’ that he had painstakingly cultivated, vibrant with colors, glistening and dazzling to the eye, albeit tinged with a scent of blood, with numerous scorpions, centipedes, spiders, and other such venomous creatures scurrying across its surface.

"Slash!"

Jian Cai originally looked down on the Evil Monarch’s use of the magic capture hand, expressing disdain on his face.

After all, what he was wielding was not merely Fang Xi’s sword-shaped magical weapon, but a genuine flying sword!

The Immortals’ flying sword’s sharpness was unmatched, capable of slicing through any spell and far more powerful than ordinary magical treasures!

He immediately altered his sword table, preparing to slash through the giant magic hand and claim the Evil Monarch’s life, resolving the duel in one move.

Historically, as long as a Sword Immortal possessed a flying sword, they were unrivaled in magical duels.

He had indeed underestimated his opponent.

Yet, even after changing his sword table, the ’Flying Dragon Sword’ still couldn’t break free, as if it were a serpent being strangled at its weakest point.

This time, Jian Cai was truly shocked.

The Evil Monarch’s smile grew even wider as black smoke twisted and twined on top of the multicolored hand, manifesting primordial venomous serpents, cold scorpions, twelve-winged celestial centipedes, and other deadliest creatures, binding the flying sword with threads and strands.

With a piteous cry, the Flying Dragon Sword was corroded by the poison and turned into a piece of scrap iron, falling to the ground.

Upon witnessing this scene, Jian Cai felt heartbroken beyond consolation, spitting out a mouthful of blood from anguish.

This flying sword was a gift from his master and a treasured legacy of his sect. He had been repeatedly reminded it was to be passed on to his disciples in the future.

Now that it was destroyed, he would certainly face severe punishment upon his return, possibly even stripped of his magic power and expelled from the sect!

In fact, this ’Flying Dragon Sword’, although also a flying sword, was of inferior quality within its category.

Otherwise, it would not have been so easily eroded by the ’Five Poison God Evil Qi’!

The Evil Monarch, seizing the advantage, did not relent. A cold scorpion exuded a chill that seemed to freeze the ages, and with just one pounce, Jian Cai became an ice sculpture, his soul frozen within.

The frozen corpses of such cultivators, upon adding some materials of cold attribute in the future, would make excellent offerings for refining ’Tai Yin Divine Demons’ or ’Cold Divine Demons’.

"Brother Jian?"

Seeing this, the group of swordsmen and Sword Immortals turned pale with fright, and many of the young immortals changed color.

Most of them had been practicing in their sects since childhood, growing under the protection of their mentors’ wings. This was supposed to be their first outing, confidently expecting to easily best demonic beasts when together.

Who would have imagined the gap between ideal and reality to be so wide?

The Evil Monarch, a figure of the Martial World, unmatched in seizing the moment and even able to turn weakness into strength or victory from defeat, sneered and said, "Who’s next?"

"Everybody together, there’s no need to follow the rules of the Martial World with such a demon and heretic,"

Cold Mountain Swordsman Peng Xifan shouted while raising his arm, catching Fang Xi’s sidelong glance.

The Righteous Path indeed, these tactics came naturally without a mentor.

But the Evil Monarch let out a long howl as he was surrounded by a layer of bizarre, colorful Evil Qi. Regardless of the magic spells and magical weapons that struck him, none had the slightest effect, and the magical weapons themselves would even corrode, greatly diminished in spirit.

As he struck out with his palm, following the path of Unity of Immortal and Martial Arts, his large handprint pinned down Peng Xifan’s flying sword.

The ’Cold Mountain Sword’ was superior to the Flying Dragon Sword. Though entangled with the colorful, poisonous threads, it still glimmered with silver light, managing to resist.

In a flash of movement!

The Evil Monarch had already charged into the group of young men and women. As his multicolored palm struck down, several terror-stricken, quail-like immobile female immortals were smashed into a bloody pulp by an overwhelming force!