Chapter 79: 79 – Demon‑Subduing Formation (4K Subscription Request)

"Wu Lang, is something happening over there?"

Zhu San Niang, of course, wouldn't be as easy to fool as Shu Niang; she instantly detected something off in Wang Wu's voice and asked at once.

"There's nothing much—just that I encountered demon activity outside a human town, quite close by, but it was already dealt with by the human army. I was worried something might happen on your side, so I called back."

"There's truly nothing here, rest assured; this is a human town."

Wang Wu gripped his sword, scanning the surroundings with heightened alertness; now the world in his eyes was completely different, black demon qi suffusing everything.

This demon qi felt remarkably comfortable to Wang Wu, who possessed a Heavenly Demon Body; tracing its source, he found it leaking from the air several hundred meters beyond the city wall.

The whole city should have been enveloped by a hemispherical invisible force field—or protective shield—to block external demon qi. But now the field had a breach, and outside demon qi was pouring in wildly.

What Wang Wu couldn't comprehend was that even though he lived in Wang Gu Lin, he had never seen such dense demon qi. This place is a plain far from the forest, so why would demon qi leak in?

But now is not the time to worry about that; for Wang Wu, the only thing he needs to do is protect himself. As for protecting others, a glance shows there are no living people on the wall.

Demons possess countless bizarre abilities; some have bodies incredibly strong, others are strangely grotesque and hard to fathom.

Broadly speaking, monsters usually specialize in physical forms, while humans tend toward the "cunning" aspect.

"Sss—"

At this moment, even though the demon's trace was still unseen, Wang Wu could feel a stinging sensation on his skin, as if scalding water were splashed on him; every inch of his skin tingled.

Wang Wu's eyes widened; despite the intense pain, he kept searching for the thing's trace.

Though painful, he suffered no real injury; it was merely akin to the feeling when he previously touched a powerful demon‑repelling stone, perhaps even milder.

His divine sense swept repeatedly, and finally, in a corner of the wall, Wang Wu spotted the silhouette he had seen earlier.

In an instant, he activated the Extreme Sky Leap Technique, his body surging forward like a cannonball. Having already entered the True Realm by local standards, the technique allowed him to instantly reach a speed of three hundred meters per second.

Even without transforming into a Heavenly Demon, he hadn't broken the sound barrier, yet this speed was extraordinarily fast—beyond what most beginners in the True Realm could achieve.

Only True Realm warriors specialized in speed, famed for swiftness, could attain such velocity at this stage.

But the Extreme Sky Vajra Sect is not specialized in a single attribute; it is a well‑rounded, multifaceted school.

It boasts overwhelming destructive power, extreme speed, top‑tier stamina, as well as indestructible defense and superb agility.

Of course, asking a question like "attack with his spear against his shield" would be pointless.

"Slash the Moon!!!"

Wang Wu let out a roar, his long sword slashing at the demon's face, cleaving it in one blow, just as before. Immediately after, he didn't pause; his left knuckles surged, delivering a punch backward.

"Sss—!"

A sharp sound, like a boiling kettle's lid being lifted, rang out as Wang Wu's fist slammed into the air behind him. A burst of golden light erupted from his knuckles, striking the air ahead.

Then Wang Wu twisted his body, his long sword slashing toward the spot his fist had struck.

The blade cut down, and a straight, tidy golden line appeared in the air. The line expanded, and the severed body split into two pieces that fell to the ground.

His internal true qi surged wildly, replenishing the spent Geng Metal qi. Wang Wu's chest heaved dramatically as he looked at the object on the ground.

He couldn't see a form, only a humanoid shape wholly cloaked in golden light. At its dantian, a demon core split in two was the only color differing from the golden glow.

"Damn it, damn it…"

Wang Wu gasped heavily, looking at the demon torso now truly divided in two; his mood steadied a bit, and a hint of relief appeared on his face.

However, when he glanced back at the breach where demon qi leaked outside the wall, his face instantly hardened.

And…

Yeah, Wang Wu thought at that moment.

Since the shield ruptured, how could only one have leaked in?

"You bastards!! I see they're courting death!!!!"

At that moment, an angry roar rang in Wang Wu's ear, and before he could turn, a figure shot toward the shield like a rocket.

"Die for me!!!!"

A spear thrust out, and in an instant, a flash of intense light exploded, illuminating the whole city as if daylight had arrived.

What was pierced was a pair of eyes, a blood‑red eyeball. When Wang Wu, after cutting the demon, looked again at the shield's breach, that was what he saw.

"Eek—!!!!"

In the darkness beyond the city, a wail sounded like both a baby and an old man. A heavy object slammed onto the ground, and Si Tu Jin's voice rang out again:

"A squad! Demon‑Subduing Great Formation!!!"

"Yes!!!"

Over a dozen voices shouted in unison, and a contingent of the Demon‑Subduing Army rode their horses over the wall, charging into the darkness outside the city.

Their long spears now radiated dazzling light; sixteen gleaming spears dispersed in the darkness beyond the city, and then, deep, ancient‑sounding roars echoed from the void:

"I set out my carriage, to that pasture."

"From the Son of Heaven's domain, it declares my arrival."

"Mighty is my Zhou, demons haunt Xiang."

"Mighty is my Zhou, we strike down demons and evils."

"Mighty is my Zhou, strange and bizarre in Yi."

It seemed like a verse or chant, spoken from the mouths of those Demon‑Subduing cavalry charging into the darkness. After each stanza, a massive pressure surged, suppressing an area spanning several thousand meters.

Everyone could feel that oppressive weight, that authority.

It was the majesty of the Zhou Emperor.

Grand, solemn, and cold.

Wang Wu naturally sensed that pressure too, but he was not a target, so he could only perceive the authority.

"This is…" At this moment, with the Demon‑Subduing Army and Si Tu Jin appearing, Wang Wu's previously worried mood gradually eased.

He glanced at the shattered corpses on the wall, sighed, and shook his head. Then his gaze returned to the darkness ahead, observing its condition.

In fact, he could see clearly; the darkness did not hinder his sight.

As time passed, the surrounding sense of oppression grew stronger, constantly gathering and condensing until it reached a peak.

"Kill!!"

All the Demon‑Subduing Fierce Cavalry, including Si Tu Jin in the heavens, shouted simultaneously.

With that single cry, a fierce killing aura surged outward in all directions. Even though Wang Wu, a Direct Transmission Disciple of the Extreme Heaven Vajra Sect, possessed extremely high all‑attribute resistance, his spirit still trembled at hearing that "Kill."

"Kill!!!"

Another "Kill" sounded, this one even more powerful; with that cry, Wang Wu could already see blood Qi permeating the surrounding air.

"Kill!!!!"

Then came the third cry. At that moment, the accumulated murderous intent and oppression materialized into substance.

In the darkness, countless "threads" tangled around a gigantic infant in the gloom. It was a giant infant over forty meters tall, half baby, half old man.

The two halves were incongruously sewn together, yet you could still see it was a single person—one being both youthful and aged.

Blood‑colored threads sank into the demon infant's body, tightening it. In less than half a second, the threads fully entered its flesh, and the infant's body instantly burst apart with a roar.

No splattering blood, no explosion.

Only countless chunks of flesh fell from the sky, but those pieces vanished completely before touching the ground.

The oppressive pressure that had covered the area dissipated at that moment; the knights turned toward the city, their long spears no longer glowing.

They leapt from the ground, vaulted over the city wall, and their hooves struck the county road with little sound. Though massive, they were incredibly light.

Warhorses passed over Wang Wu's head, making him a bit embarrassed. Mainly because when he looked up he could see those horses, um…

How are the horses still there? Weren't they supposed to be cut off? If I'd known, I wouldn't have looked up.

Wang Wu, of course, didn't know that castrating animals usually just removes the testicles; otherwise why call it a "cutting basket"? He can only say he's severely lacking common sense.

However, these warhorses indeed still have their baskets intact, not cut off.

He lowered his head again, preparing to leave the wall and return to the inn to rest, when a voice from behind came from Si Tu Jin.

"Your technique is impressive."

Wang Wu turned his head and saw Si Tu Jin squatting on the corpse of the demon he had chopped down, looking at the still‑glimmering humanoid silhouette.

She lifted her head toward Wang Wu, pointed at the corpse on the ground: "Brother Wang's true Qi is quite unique."

"Majestic and lofty, yet also violent and wicked—truly sinister."

"This is called the Furious Golden Vajra," Wang Wu said, "The Buddha's compassionate image is only for the righteous, but when facing such a monster, it is naturally the Vajra's furious gaze."

This explanation was directly taken from the Extreme Heaven Vajra Sect's introduction; although the name sounds like a Buddhist sect and its promotion indeed borrows from Buddhism.

In reality, aside from some cultivation concepts, this sect has little to do with the Buddhist school; it's completely unrelated.

"Ha…" Si Tu Jin chuckled lightly, shook her head, then rose and flew toward the sky.

At that moment, a group of cultivators arrived at the city wall, among them two faces familiar to Wang Wu: one was that crush—though not really a crush, since they've shown affection many times, but the fallen flower has intent while the flowing water is indifferent.

A cultivator surnamed Lu, and his master. Both were stunned when they saw Wang Wu; although the Demon‑Subduing Army had caused a big commotion in the city today, only a few knew Wang Wu had come to the county town.

"Lord Wang." The white‑bearded Dragon Immortal bowed to Wang Wu, and the Lu cultivator, seeing his master's gesture, also immediately bowed.

"I'm no lord; Dragon Immortal has bested me," Wang Wu returned the bow, "I merely happened to enter the city with the Demon‑Subduing Army for some business; I'm not an official, I'm not even one of your Zhou people."

"I have some matters, so I will depart first."

After speaking, Wang Wu walked to the edge of the wall and jumped down. He still couldn't fly; though annoyed, in his human form he truly cannot fly.

Unless he activates an incomplete transformation, letting wings grow.

To fly, one must be at least a Seventh Rank Warrior; someone like him, just entering the Eighth Rank as a novice, cannot achieve this.

Damn it, Si Tu Jin is basically at the same transformation level, so why can she fly?

This is unfair!!

But unfairness doesn't matter; at least my cultivated power system is still stronger than theirs, though theirs also looks clearly not weak.

Yet Wang Wu isn't greedy; one is enough, no need for more.

That night back in the inn's room, Wang Wu called home to confirm they had no safety issues; after that, he sighed in relief, lay on the bed, and fell into deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, the city was noisy, full of shouts. Wang Wu didn't mind and slept through until dawn.

At nine o'clock the next morning, after breakfast, Wang Wu left the inn onto the main street, only to find He Dong Xian's streets even more deserted than yesterday, with almost no people.

Not far away, the city gate was tightly shut, guarded by two Demon‑Subduing Army soldiers. Everywhere on the street, fully armed local troops could be seen.

Perhaps because of yesterday's events, the whole county town was under martial law today. No vendors were visible outside, few pedestrians hurried by, all with rushed expressions.

The county's streets remained brightly lit; Wang Wu glanced at the distant road, checked the space within his ring, then decided not to buy anything and headed straight for the city gate.

"Young Hero Wang."

Though Wang Wu didn't know these two soldiers, they recognized him and greeted him.

"Good morning, both of you." Wang Wu returned the greeting, then asked, "May I leave the city today?"

"Of course, but Young Hero Wang, do you wish to go out?" a female Demon‑Subduing Army soldier asked.

"Yes, I have business elsewhere." Wang Wu nodded.

The two didn't press further; another male Demon‑Subduing Army soldier lifted his head, about to call someone above to open the gate, but Wang Wu stopped him:

"No need, since I can leave, I'll just jump over."

"Then safe travels, Young Hero." the male soldier nodded and halted his action.

He powered his legs, leapt onto the wall, then jumped again, and Wang Wu's figure vanished into the darkness beyond the city.

"Colonel Si Tu, Wang Wu has already left."

Half a minute later, in the He Dong Xian garrison camp, within the main tent, Si Tu Jin received the news.

"Hmm."

Si Tu Jin sipped tea, ate dessert, looked at the map on the table, and responded casually.

"Should we send someone to accompany him?" someone beside her asked.

"No need; their strength is not weak, and their sect must be extremely extraordinary, that technique is not something a minor sect could have," Si Tu Jin said without even turning their head.

"Whether it's escorting or tracking and probing, do not go interfere."

"Yes." The person beside them nodded, then left the big tent.

"Heh." Looking at the map on the table, Si Tu Jin chuckled lightly.

"He's actually a demonic cultivator, how rare."

(End of chapter)