Chapter 471: Figuring on Fingers, the Netherworld Lacks a Scholar; My Three‑Five Advantage Lies with Li Che【Seek Monthly Votes】

Boom—

Terrifying explosions erupted!

It was as if countless stars simultaneously detonated at this moment, shooting out in all directions, rolling demonic qi sweeping aside myriad streams of air, surging and raging, intertwining like giant pythons and dragons!

The entire Ink City had already become utter ruins, not a single building intact, not even the Sovereign's Tower, which was crushed and shattered within the true form previously assumed by the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign, turning into debris scattered across the ground.

Rolling blood surged, black blood like a tide spreading in all directions, like rushing, furious river water.

Within that black river‑like water, the raging demonic qi continued to wildly surge.

"Roar——!!!"

The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign's roar kept exploding!

But this was merely the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign's physical body being blown apart, leaving only his demon soul still howling……

Shocked and angry, even a little fearful……

He, a mighty Demon God Sovereign of the Second Disaster Realm, held high status and great power among the demon clans' ten thousand great rivers in the mortal world, ruling over myriad demons, yet at this moment he was literally hammered to pieces by a person!

Pain, humiliation, terror, and other emotions instantly manifested within the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign's demon soul.

The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign never imagined he would meet such an end; he had even dreamed of obtaining the Three Pure Divine Weapons from the God of the Heaven Equal Temple, the Golden Hoop Rod of the Mixed Yuan Like‑Intention, to use as his bargaining chip among the ten thousand great rivers.

But now, forget about bargaining chips—his very self has been blown apart.

He is likely to perish within this Small Cave Heaven.

Such a powerhouse as the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign naturally has his own estimate of death; Ink City Fengdu is a Small Cave Heaven, shielding the outside world, untouched by the mortal world's heavenly will.

Therefore, with his body exploding inside the Small Cave Heaven, relying solely on his demon soul, he cannot tear open the Small Cave Heaven's barrier to escape.

Boom—

Countless streams of black blood surged wildly, as if hanging upside down the heavens, transforming into black mist rising, mingling with demonic qi, forming an enormous black ox silhouette!

Vast enough to seem to cover the sky and block the sun!

Its two scarlet eyes were like houses, the vague black ox shape amid the great mist roaring and howling.

Hiss—

Golden flames burned; Li Che, wearing the Monkey God mask, stood amidst the bloody wind and rain, his fists ablaze with fire.

"Exhale——"

"Inhale——"

One exhale, one inhale, like rolling thunder.

Li Che lifted his head, gazing at the immense, rolling black ox of mist.

A smirk involuntarily appeared in his eyes.

After countless schemes and various plots, success was finally achieved.

This great black ox has finally been slain by him!

The Second Disaster Demon God Sovereign is indeed strong; Li Che had set up so many schemes—backstabbing, poisoning, encircling, psychological attacks……

In the end he himself was forced to the extreme, exhausting all means, before finally slaying it!

Rumble……

Only the demon soul of the great black ox remains, posing no threat to Li Che anymore.

The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign's demon soul, entwined with towering blood waters, grieves furiously, on the brink of despair.

Li Che raised his head; behind him three blazing suns and five shining stars intertwined their light, like a star chart bursting forth.

His whole body erupted in golden radiance, golden light blazing, capturing the essence of the Martial Immortal Dao, which at this moment Li Che explosively unleashed.

In the instant his arms spread, he vanished and reappeared atop the great black ox's head, five fingers clutching, the Yin‑Yang Demon Blade landing in his hand; the blade's surface, billions of pores spraying out, as if transformed into billions of tiny vortices, frantically sucking and devouring the demonic qi.

Li Che gripped the blade with one hand; the demon blade trembled, demonic qi piercing the heavens; backed by Martial Immortal power, he swung down with a single strike!

Thousand Mountains Lone Walk Slash‑Void Blade!

Slash‑Void!

Slash‑Explode!

Slash‑Demon!

Boom——!!!

Even the void seemed to twist, pierced by the blade qi, as if layer upon layer of mountains intertwined, split in two by a single blade, cut into dense fissures!

The blade light either twisted and inverted or leapt and jumped, carrying ultimate sharpness and chill, demonic qi coiling around the blade, as if possessed by a frenzied will, utterly slaying the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign's demon soul!

One blade strike seemed to become a thousand blades, ten thousand blades, endless blades!

Boom!!!

After all this, the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign's complex gaze swept over, finally vanishing completely.

A colossal demon core hovered between Li Che's outstretched five fingers.

On the demon core, disaster‑pattern lines intertwined; the surrounding disaster ring had already shattered, leaving only the intact demon core still beating like a heart.

Within the demon core lay immense, vast energy; the demon soul had been slain, leaving only pure energy.

"Not bad."

Li Che's eyes flickered, quite satisfied and delighted.

Roar——

In the distance.

Having devoured the four great demon gods, gained two extra heads, now possessing six heads, the Turbulent Sea Nine‑Infant roared wildly, its mighty aura shaking, ferocious qi surging heavenward!

However, it is clearly still incomplete in its refinement; although it devoured four demon gods, achieving a major breakthrough in cultivation, crossing from First Disaster Three Tribulations to the Second Disaster Realm.

Yet each head continues to thrash wildly, as if still digesting the demon souls' power.

The four demon gods, directly offered by Li Che as sacrifices to feed the Turbulent Sea Nine‑Infant, Li Che felt little regret.

Mainly, the Ink-Splatter Ten Ferocities like the Overturning Sea Nine Infants, just like the Captive God, are absolutely subservient to him, and are his most loyal subordinates.

The only difference is that the will of the Overturning Sea Nine Infants is more chaotic, possibly lacking the clear consciousness of the Captive God, and is more like a… domesticated little cute pet.

The Captive God can be transformed into the Ink-Splatter Ten Ferocities, so when Li Che faced the black ox's demon core, Li Che unhesitatingly chose the Captive God.

Now he, having entered the Heavenly Gate, with the guiding and deepening of the Martial Immortal's Dao essence, can be considered to have stepped into the Martial Immortal realm.

Martial Immortal, what is a Martial Immortal?

By following the pure martial path, surpassing the Martial Sage, crossing the Heavenly Gate, directly confronting the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, overcoming heaven with human strength—that is a Martial Immortal!

And the Martial God walks the divine martial path, opening the Heavenly Gate, drawing forth vast divinity to envelop the body, using divinity to oppose the will of heaven and earth, to resist the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations.

The two are different paths.

And the Martial Immortal's difficulty is naturally greater; a pure-martial Martial Immortal is extremely rare!

Even someone like Li Che, who has obtained the Dragon-Elephant Diamond Dao Fruit's blessing and gained enhanced martial comprehension as a martial prodigy, finds it extremely taxing; in his battle with the Second Calamity Black Ox, he was pushed to the limit before managing to tread this path.

"However, for now, I am merely borrowing the Martial Immortal's Dao essence temporarily..."

Li Che stood in place, golden light flowing, and with the Dao essence enveloping him, it seemed as if an overlapping shadow appeared outside his body.

His whole person seemed to have an extra afterimage.

He also knew that this breakthrough was not a true breakthrough, merely borrowing the Martial Immortal's Dao essence within the Heavenly Gate, briefly stepping into the Martial Immortal domain.

If one wishes to truly step into the Martial Immortal realm.

Li Che needs to organize his own martial path, and furthermore, the most important point…

One must directly confront the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, survive the tribulation, and only then can the power of calamity and tribulation be added to the body!

Undergoing tribulation is the most important kind of transformation!

Whooooo—

The howling gale surged violently.

Pitch-black blood splattered onto the ground, terrifying demonic qi rampaged, spreading and intertwining across the flat expanse like a silk ribbon on a wasteland, slowly weaving and flowing.

Time itself seemed to have completely solidified and frozen at this moment!

Countless fragments of flesh and blood scattered throughout the Ink City Fengdu, while ink-black rain poured down in torrents, rumbling and shaking; countless streams rolled over the shattered ground, appearing to possess corrosive power, eating away at the flesh belonging uniquely to the Second Calamity Black Ox Demon God Sovereign on the earth.

These corroded bits of flesh and blood slowly merged into the city, helping Ink City Fengdu to recover anew.

Li Che gripped the demon core, and the aura on his body gradually returned to calm.

The Martial Immortal's Dao essence wove and fused within his body.

Not yet fully merged with his flesh, but having taken this step is like the sea vast and sky open, entering a different realm.

The path of the Martial Immortal has been completely opened.

Thud—thud—thud—

Within his chest, the heart beat, and the Dao fruit also pulsed, like the sound of rushing thunder, rumbling repeatedly!

All the blood in his body seemed to surge swiftly with the beating of the Dao fruit and heart, continually cleansing the newly formed flesh, the newly acquired elevated power.

A stir of heart and mind.

Li Che's eyes burst forth with brilliant radiance, Second Calamity Demon God Sovereign!

Second Calamity Divine Tribulation!

The first round of the Captive God's Second Calamity Divine Tribulation!

Li Che harbored myriad expectations; although the Overturning Sea Nine Infants had devoured four demon gods and also broken through to the Second Calamity realm, the meaning was different.

Captive God!

Soul, return!

The demon core floated upward, the black ox demon god sovereign's demonic qi surged in rolling waves, seeming to turn into a vast whirlpool tide, gathering around Li Che, continuously swirling.

A low, deep voice, like that of an elderly priest conducting a sacrificial rite upon the vast, boundless wilderness, leaping about, emitted a low chant.

From the netherworld, guiding and returning an immensely powerful spirit!

Rumble—

It seemed as if a rich deathly aura burst forth!

A bone‑chilling cold that pierced the heart enveloped his whole body; the icy chains clanged loudly, ringing in his ears, one after another enormous chains flailing wildly between heaven and earth.

Before Li Che, the space around the demon core seemed to collapse with a boom, linking with another space, forming an extremely profound black hole; a single glance showed it bottomless, like an abyss of the netherworld, with no end in sight!

One also did not know what sight lay on the other side of that darkness, nor where it led.

The frantically dancing black chains snapped apart with a boom, and then it felt as if some terrifying entity had been released.

Terrifying soul power, like a storm, continually swept over; although the demon soul power had already been extinguished, at this moment it revived and coalesced anew.

The demonic soul power that burst forth made the space appear distorted and rippled, waves rising and falling, the entire city violently shaking!

Roar—

A colossal bull's head thrust out from the black hole, countless black threads entwining it, roaring, bellowing, struggling, filled with a yearning for life!

Boom—

When the black ox demon god sovereign had completely struggled free from the netherworld, his pair of bronze‑bell‑like huge eyes instantly showed a hint of bewilderment.

Finally, his gaze fell upon Li Che wearing the divine monkey mask, and his expression became exceedingly complex.

"Old ox, I greet my lord!"

The great black ox transformed into a humanoid form, stalwart as if treading mountains, he clasped his fists in salute, his eyes blazing hot.

The demon race has always been a people who revere the strong.

Li Che slew him, then revived him from the netherworld; such means are nothing short of the strongest among the strong—even if Li Che's cultivation is weak, it does not prevent him from being a mighty figure admired by the great black ox!

He submitted without any psychological barrier.

Li Che laughed, looking satisfied at the great black ox.

However, Li Che did not instantly transform the great black ox into one of the Ink Splatter Ten Fiends; though he already had a spot reserved for the great black ox among them.

Translation: However, Li Che did not immediately turn the big black ox into one of the Ink-splatter Ten Ferocious, although Li Che was already among the Ink-splatter Ten Ferocious, having left a spot for the big black ox.

We need to keep it concise but faithful. Let's produce: "However, Li Che did not immediately turn the big black ox into one of the Ink-splatter Ten Ferocious, although Li Che was already among the Ink-splatter Ten Ferocious, having left a spot for the big black ox."

But now Li Che can still make use of the great black ox.

Translation: But, Li Che can still make use of the big black ox now.

Better: "But Li Che can still use the big black ox now."

After all, the situation inside the Qitian Strange Temple remains extremely dire!

Translation: After all, the situation inside the Qitian Guiyi Miao remains extremely dire!

Gripping the Sui Xin Golden Iron Divine Rod with his five fingers, the great black ox lifted the Jiahai Purple Gold Beam; Li Che's heart moved and he clenched his fist.

Translation: Gripping the Sui Xin Golden Iron Divine Rod with his five fingers, the big black ox lifted the Jiahai Purple Gold Beam, Li Che's mind stirred, and he clenched his five fingers.

We need to keep the meaning: "Sui Xin Golden Iron Divine Rod" translates to "Sui Xin Golden Iron Divine Rod". "Jiahai Purple Gold Beam" translates to "Jiahai Purple Gold Beam". We'll translate.

Inside Mo City Fengdu, only a torrential downpour remained.

Translation: Within Mo City Fengdu, only a torrential downpour remained.

The term "Mo City Fengdu" maybe refers to "Mo City Fengdu". We'll translate it as "Mo City Fengdu". "torrential downpour" translates to "torrential downpour".

Li Che, like golden flowing fire, and the great black ox with demonic aura soaring to the heavens, both vanished without a trace.

Translation: Li Che, like golden flowing fire, and the big black ox, with monstrous aura soaring to the heavens, both vanished without a trace.

…… -> just output "……" as is? Probably keep the ellipsis. So translation: "……"

…… -> same.

Boom—!!

The whole Qitian inner city was continually shaking.

Above the firmament, ghostly mist roiled, black clouds obscured the sky, like an apocalyptic scene, causing all cultivators within Qitian Nei Cheng to feel boundless fear in their hearts.

Terrifying beyond compare, the pressure would at times pour down from where the ghostly mist shattered, a kind of pressure that left no room for any thought of resistance!

Supreme pressure!

The supreme techniques deployed by the major forces restrained the corpse king transformed from the Qitian Temple Patriarch, and thus abruptly erupted into the battle of the Three Calamities Divine Tribulation Supreme!

Crack—crack—

Countless profoundly deep lightning bolts intertwined, this was thunder condensed from a qi aura, the space above the ghostly palace seemed to tremble, affected by the clash of supreme qi.

And deep within Qitian Nei Cheng.

At the wide-open gates of the Qitian Miao.

Moreover, one after another, tangible tribulation light pillars burst forth from the Qitian Miao, as if seeking to shake the ghostly mist apart!

This is the move of the Second Calamity Divine Tribulation venerables who have stepped into Qitian Cheng!

The demon race's black ox demon god venerable was dragged away by the netherworld.

But there remained many Second Calamity Divine Tribulation venerables: the cicada-pattern ascetic monk of the Western Regions Buddhist Land, the former emperor of Dàjǐng, Lü Wénchāng, Zhang Wújí of the Purple Abyss Divine Sect, and other cultivators.

In total, there were five Second Calamity Realm venerables who joined forces, their deterrent power overwhelmingly strong.

Blocking the Qitian Miao was only a single figure: Fang Han Shu.

His Confucian robes fluttered, his handsome beard twisted, the Virtuous Long Spear condensed from virtuous righteous qi constantly trembled.

His complexion pale as paper, Fang Han Shu continually whipped his spear, darting like a dragon, virtuous qi raging and intertwining like silk, sword qi, and waves!

He exerted all his strength to repel the combined techniques of the five Second Calamity venerables.

Pfft—

Fang Han Shu's body shuddered, a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing his handsome beard red.

Gripping the spear with one hand horizontally, Fang Han Shu coldly regarded the five ascetic monks.

"By relying on the heaven-and-earth power granted by the Grand Supervisor, it truly aligns well with your virtuous righteous qi, allowing you, though only a First Calamity Divine Tribulation, to erupt with Second Calamity power—this is the strength of the Second Calamity, Second Tribulation realm."

"But this is ultimately not your own power; facing five alone, you have already exhausted all your strength."

The ascetic monk's body burned with golden flowing fire, behind him, golden cicada wings flapped at high speed, leaving countless afterimages.

"The corpse of the Fighting Buddha, this poor monk will surely bring back to the Western Regions Buddhist Land; the Buddha ought to return to his rightful place."

The ascetic monk clenched his five fingers, and a crimson monk's staff instantly fell into his hand; a flick, terrifying power lashed out.

Fang Han Shu shook his spear, virtuous qi intertwining like a white python, colliding with the monk's staff, shattering space and forming rippling turbulence.

And Dàjǐng's former emperor Lü Wénchāng, Zhang Wújí of the Purple Abyss Divine Sect, and other powerhouses also did not cease, launching successive attacks; one-on-one combat held no meaning whatsoever.

In the face of seizing opportunity, joining forces to clear away the obstacles ahead is the key.

Boom—

With a point of the monk's staff, space seemed to collapse, fissures bursting forth one after another, the cicada patterns in his eyes fluttering like cicada wings, as if fully revived!

On the other side, Dàjǐng's former emperor Lü Wénchāng was enveloped in golden light of fortune, his long blade continually slashing out blade light.

Various means bore down upon him, all unleashed toward Fang Han Shu.

Since forcibly breaking through to get past Fang Han Shu's obstruction was impossible, unable to directly approach the quiet stone coffin placed at the center of the Qitian Guiyi Miao to investigate and see whether the coffin truly held the corpse of a great sage.

Then kill!

Kill Fang Han Shu, then continue contending for the opportunity—it will be every person for themselves!

Zhang Wújí gave a light sigh, flicked his whisk, and instantly a huge elixir furnace appeared, flames burning within, smashing toward Fang Han Shu!

Fang Han Shu's complexion turned deathly pale, as if his blood had been burned away, his virtuous qi beginning to grow thin.

Please... you.... collect_(!)

The Virtuous Long Spear in his hand traced a blinding white light, rending the void, horizontally smashing into the elixir furnace, sending its flames flying sideways.

But the next moment, Zhang Wújí struck again, opening his palm to reveal a silver chisel.

Iridescent gleam, the silver light shone like a mirror.

He blasted it forth, spinning rapidly, wrapped in terrifying divinity, and slammed it into Fang Han Shu.

Fang Han Shu's expression shifted slightly; the might and mystery of the Purple Abyss Divine Sect far exceeded his imagination, yet at this moment Fang Han Shu refused to retreat.

He exhaled, his beard whipping wildly, and thrust his Virtuous Long Spear fiercely at the silver chisel.

Thud—

With a dull thud, space seemed like a blanket violently shaken, continually rippling with wrinkles!

Fang Han Shu coughed up a mouthful of blood, his arms' flesh and blood nearly breaking apart, his body trembling, as if utterly exhausted, on the verge of shuddering.

Not only did his eyes grow ever brighter, the power of conviction rooted in his heart made the virtuous qi behind him ever more majestic, as heaven-and-earth power continually drew upon him.

His aura rose step by step!

The Fang family's ancestral precepts are now upheld by him, Fang Hanshu; the Fang family, an age-old clan, has by now completely deteriorated and is no longer the Fang family of Qitian Temple that upholds the belief of protecting Qitian.

Nowadays, they even compete for the opportunity of Equal Heaven Nei Cheng.

When Fang Hanshu saw the Jiangnan Circuit's Fang Clan Divine Tribulation arrive to vie for resources, his eyes were filled with endless disappointment.

Boom—

Clashes keep colliding!

Fang Hanshu's fighting spirit surged; without regard for anything, he frantically leveraged the Grand Supervisor's methods, drawing upon heaven and earth's power to bless his own breath, rising steadily!

The entire Guiyi Miao seemed to be shaking.

Touching down with the tip of his foot, swift as a sudden flash of lightning, he swept his Magnanimous Long Spear and struck at the five.

The clash between the few was so fast it dazzled the eyes, spatial rifts continually appearing and then healing, forming a storm that raged and struck!

Thump thump thump thump—

The ground tiles of the Qiti Temple kept shattering, then quickly healed.

Fang Hanshu gasped heavily, his Confucian robe already dyed crimson.

One Confucian robe can wield a brush to write poetry, or equally wield a spear to slay bandits!

But the bandits……

There are too many of them.

Fang Hanshu felt that his oil was exhausted and his lamp dried up, but he did not mind; having relied on the Grand Supervisor's power to draw upon the strength of heaven and earth, he had already made his choice—to sacrifice his life for righteousness.

"His oil is exhausted and his lamp dried up."

"Don't delay any longer."

The silver chisel he threw returned to his hand; Zhang Wují frowned slightly and said lightly.

Above the firmament, the aura of the clashing supreme beings seemed to gradually calm, no longer so fierce, indicating that the battle of the supreme beings was likely about to end.

In fact, these powerhouses all knew that the supreme techniques of the major factions were not meant to suppress the temple-guarding spell corpse king.

After all, if it is not a true supreme descent, how could one possibly suppress a true supreme being?

But they still had to seize every moment.

As Zhang Wují chanted, in the next instant a divine shrine appeared behind him.

Within the shrine, surging divinity and Daoic essence burst forth; the silver chisel began to vibrate violently, emitting a humming tone, then shot out once more, shattering space and hurtling toward the oil-exhausted, lamp-dry Fang Hanshu.

Fang Hanshu sat withered on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Facing five opponents alone, he was ultimately not a true Two Disaster Divine Tribulation Venerable, but had reached that level only through external aid.

He had now reached his limit.

"I'm going to die……"

Fang Hanshu exhaled a breath, his face nonetheless calm.

It is merely death; for a scholar, fulfilling one's inner obsession, what is there to fear?

Moreover……

"Elder Li should be able to save me, right?"

"I've done the math—the netherworld lacks a scholar."

He lightly coughed up fresh blood.

Gazing at the several venerables coming to kill him, he shook his head; behind him, magnanimous aura arose, and his entire spirit burned.

"Come again!"

The magnanimous long spear in his hand instantly exploded, transforming into a magnanimous long river, like a silk sash stretching before him, forming his final delaying measure.

Having done all that.

Fang Hanshu then became completely empty.

His beautiful beard became dry and brittle, stuck together with bloodstains.

He sat withered on the ground, his flowing sleeves constantly trembling; beyond the river, attacks thundered down, the magnanimous long river trembling, this makeshift moat likely soon to be breached and torn apart.

But Fang Hanshu had already done his utmost.

"Scholar, fight without regret, die without remorse."

He let out a light sigh.

Fang Hanshu drew from his wide sleeve a blood-stained sage's book.

His spine stood straight.

With trembling fingers, he licked his lips, then began to turn the pages with trembling hands.

This book, how many pages remain to be read?

The ancient sages indeed possessed great wisdom.

Boom——!!!

The magnanimous long river was shattered.

Figures emerged one after another, like terrifying radiance bursting forth, tearing through the river; there was Buddha-light shining everywhere, an ascetic monk wielding a monk's staff, cicada-patterned furious eyes.

There was a Daoist with robes fluttering, holding the silver chisel, ethereal as an immortal.

There was one whose imperial aura coiled around him, majestic and massive.

The five powerhouses coldly gazed at the withered figure sitting on the ground, spine straight, calmly turning the pages of the sage's book.

"Why bother?"

"The Fang family nowadays is no longer what it once was; even if you did not do this, no one would speak ill of you."

"In this world, who would know of your righteousness and perseverance?"

Zhang Wují held the silver chisel, letting out a light sigh.

Fang Hanshu also sighed, closed the book: "You guys are so noisy…… I can't bear to watch."

Facing life and death, my heart, after all, is still a little chaotic.

Zhang Wují shook his head: "When you chose to draw upon the power of the Grand Overseer and mobilize the power of heaven and earth, you were already surely doomed; you had already chosen death, and your heart is confused only because there are still people you cannot let go of."

Fang Hanshu slightly raised his head, and the scroll of the Sage's Book he held was placed on his lap.

His gaze swept past the five strong ones, peacefully looking into the distance.

"Yes..."

"Old Lü, I can no longer fight side by side with you, nor can I help you manage the Divine Sect..."

"And Xixi, from now on no one will supervise your studies—how can a study hall be called a demon's den? Little girl, you still need to study well; you're too mischievous, for reading cultivates qi, enables you to know books and understand reason, and makes you more likable..."

"And Li Che..."

Fang Hanshu's complexion was terrifyingly pale.

Yet his eyes were very calm, without fear of facing death, only regret at being unable to bid farewell to old friends.

"This world is beautiful, mortal life is rich..."

"Such a mortal world should not be destroyed under the divine tide."

Fang Hanshu spoke softly.

Zhang Wují shook his head: "It is the prevailing trend; all gods will fall, let alone the mortal realm."

Fang Hanshu no longer had a trace of powerful aura on him, weak as an old scholar who cannot even truss a chicken.

However, his spine remained straight.

The five strong ones no longer cared for him, moving past his body and rushing toward that stone coffin.

Suddenly.

Zhang Wují's expression changed slightly; he rolled up his wide sleeve and thrust out the silver chisel in his hand.

But then space rippled!

Then a colossal pillar smashed through space and fell down, its terrifying force like that of uprooting mountains instantly causing space to crack like a spiderweb, intertwining into a net.

Dong—

The silver chisel flew back and landed in Zhang Wují's hand.

Rich demonic aura poured forth, rampantly intertwining!

The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign shouldered the Sea-Spanning Purple Gold Beam, stepped out of space, and flaunted himself wildly.

Zhang Wují froze, his brows involuntarily knitting as he stared at the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign.

"You..."

And beside the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign, space burst open again, violent ferocious energy, rampant roaring demonic aura, surging impact, shaking the void!

Six swaying heads danced wildly, flesh wings grew on their backs, limbs slammed hard onto the ground, and tails like divine whips lashed out, striking the rupturing space.

A peerless ferocious beast, violently emerging into the world!

An aura of second-disaster level spread out.

It caused those who had just passed Fang Hanshu to involuntarily change their expressions slightly.

"The demon tribe of the Hundred Thousand Great Rivers... actually still hiding this trick?!"

"A second-disaster-level demon god sovereign, and the Hundred Thousand Great Rivers still has a newly risen demon god sovereign?!"

Ascetic monks, shaman god priests, the former emperor of Dàjǐng and other strong ones were all astonished.

Demon tribe...

"It turns out they were hiding the deepest?!"

Fang Hanshu also stared blankly at this scene; on his pale face, he suddenly thought of something and revealed a faint smile.

"Grand Elder... why go to such extremes?"

A somewhat helpless voice echoed beside Fang Hanshu's ears.

Fang Hanshu turned his head.

He saw Li Che wearing a Monkey God mask, shouldering a treasure staff, crouching beside him.

"Did you succeed?"

Fang Hanshu's eyes lit up, and he said.

Li Che nodded, knowing what Fang Hanshu was asking.

But he did not conceal it; he had indeed succeeded, having dealt with the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign.

Fang Hanshu burst into laughter.

"Finally I can read in peace."

When Fang Hanshu's laughter faded, he spoke softly.

A palm patted Fang Hanshu's shoulder; with a stir of mind, he sent Fang Hanshu to Mo City Fengdu.

"Hmm, let's change places to read."

"Next, leave it to me."

"Three against five..."

"The advantage is with me."

(End of chapter)