Chapter 230: Judgment of the Chaos Demon King

"Are you sure this thing is something we can handle?"

Ma Erke Si pressed the trigger with a bitter expression, angling his fire toward the Chaos Demon King before him.

The Chaos Demon King—a massive, humanoid creature tens of meters tall.

It exuded an aura of rot and death, countless gray‑white and dark‑brown rotting masses intertwining to outline its twisted, grotesque body.

When they arrived, the Miaojiang tribe had already been utterly destroyed.

The surviving gu insects and tribal folk had all been devoured by the Chaos Demon King, and even the slain mountain spirit beasts were no exception—they too were swallowed whole.

The Chaos Demon King was holding up a half‑preserved corpse that still faintly retained its original shape.

Their arrival startled the Chaos Demon King.

"Mountain God's aura..."

The Chaos Demon King swallowed the corpse in one gulp, licked the blood from its mouth, then drew a massive axe from the ground and charged at Ma Erke Si and his companions.

"Hahaha, let me do it!"

Ma Erke Si let out an excited shout from within his mech.

Unit Form: Humanoid

Unit Type: Boss Unit

Estimated Energy Level: Level 12

Unit Danger: Moderate Threat

Seeing the data streamed to his tactical visor, Ma Erke Si laughed heartily and pulled the trigger.

The Chaos Demon King was slender, looking like a penniless scholar, yet it brandished a massive axe that dwarfed its frame.

But for Ma Erke Si, this chicken‑hearted boss was just a target for a big blast first.

From the mech, several missiles erupted instantly, homing in on the Chaos Demon King like they had eyes.

When the smoke cleared, the skinny, impoverished scholar vanished, replaced by an indescribable monstrous giant.

Unit Form: Humanoid

Unit Type: Boss Unit

Estimated Energy Level: Level 19

Unit Danger: Extremely Dangerous, Immediate Retreat Recommended

The data from the tactical visor made Ma Erke Si feel crushed; he swore that when he returned he would replace this damned visor—it was a huge trap.

His weapons weren't ordinary; they were alchemically enchanted, yet now guns and cannons roared together, unable to force the opponent to retreat even a step.

"Whether it works, I guess we'll have to try to find out!"

Qingxia's face grew heavy; she had already discerned what the Chaos Demon King was—a ghoul of sorts, and in some ways it wasn't much different from Xiangliu.

When the Chaos Demon King's form stabilized at about three meters, a fierce, cold aura that had accumulated for millennia seeped out from its body.

It was no longer a flesh‑and‑blood creature; the Chaos Demon King may have once been human, but now it harbored the ferocity and corpse‑qi of a hundred‑thousand‑mountain range—a monster of yin currents.

Xiangliu is a synonym for filth, and the Chaos Demon King before them epitomized coldness, decay, corpse‑qi, and darkness.

Qingxia now understood why the great deity of the hundred‑thousand‑mountain range had slumbered; a single such monster is already catastrophic, yet the Mountain God had suppressed at least two, perhaps more.

"I'll restrict its movements; Ma Erke Si keep attacking, Ke Er Mo Si prepare support, Wu Jian it's your turn!"

"Chì chì yáng yáng, the sun rises in the east, I bestow a spirit talisman, sweeping away misfortune, breathing fire of the mountain range, the talisman flies, the gate captures its light, raising monsters across the heavens to meet the ages, breaking pestilence with years to devour the vajra, subduing demons and the dead, turning them into auspiciousness, Taishang Laojun, I, Ji Ji, as the decree!"

Qingxia, the Daoist nun, clenched a talisman radiating a strange aura; intricate Daoist scriptures flickered upon it, fleeting in an instant, dozens of script lines flashing by until the complex scriptures merged into a single whole.

"Qingxia!" A clear radiance burst forth with the talisman, Qingxia's soul blazing like the sun, emitting a glare no one could stare at.

The clear radiance, fused with the talisman, solidified, possessing a silk‑like texture.

In an instant, the clear radiance enveloped the transformed Chaos Demon King, rendering it as immobile as a tiny insect sealed in amber.

"Slash!"

Wu Jian shouted a command, his great sword, a supreme divine weapon that cleaves seas and waves, effortlessly shredded everything before it, roaring violently as it struck down at the Chaos Demon King.

Amid the resonant boom, the sword's force tore the ground behind the Chaos Demon King as well, leaving a massive, unhealable fissure in the earth.

Frenzy pressure spread outward.

In an instant, like a raging storm, surging tide, and mountains cracking, unparalleled force drove a crushing roar, its expanding waves tearing everything around.

Under Wu Jian's control, the unmatched force precisely cleaved the Chaos Demon King, as if striking a barrel of explosives, causing its body to burst apart.

Nearly half its body was shattered by Wu Jian's great sword.

Ma Erke Si stared dumbfounded at the scene, suddenly realizing that perhaps he alone was a noob, while these guys were true heavyweights.

Can a monster of this caliber be slain with a single sword strike?

Instinctively, Ma Erke Si pulled the trigger, sending a special bullet hurling toward the Chaos Demon King's soaring head.

But the bullet did not shatter the Chaos Demon King's head as Ma Erke Si had expected.

A huge mouth clamped onto the bullet, halting it instantly.

"Crunch, crunch..."

Like munching a snack, the Chaos Demon King opened its maw and crushed the bullet, its body being battered to the point that a normal person would suffer dozens of fatal wounds—utterly ineffective against the monster.

A terrifying grin spread as the demon's body began to coalesce from all directions.

"Careful! It's about to launch an attack!"

Qingxia's complexion turned pale; her innate divine art was a burden too great for her body.

Before the words finished, an elongated black shadow appeared before Wu Jian, a massive axe suddenly materializing in its hand, the swift demon‑like figure raising the axe overhead before angrily cleaving down.

Wu Jian staggered back, instantly afflicted by several different negative statuses.

"Dispel! Purify! Bless!" The priest raised the sanctuary, instantly casting several holy spells that cleared Wu Jian's negative statuses.

Wu Jian's expression turned grim; its opponent was not human but the very embodiment of cold, decay, corpse‑qi, and darkness—having no vital points, yet a single strike would unleash countless waves of cold, rot, corpse‑qi, and darkness toward the point of impact.

For melee classes, this kind of enemy is literally a natural foe, completely different from previous opponents, and a thousand times harder to deal with.

Just as Wu Jian thought of this place, the Chaos Demon King attacked again, and Wu Jian could only lift his heavy sword and rush upward.

In an instant, the two figures fell into a Frenzy of mutual attacks.

The two silhouettes repeatedly separated and overlapped, clashed again, and the great sword and great axe continuously ravaged the environment of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

No object could survive the aftershocks of their battle; as if under the roar of a massive stone breaking the sky, everything was shattered by the colliding airflow.

Wu Jian's counterattacks grew fewer, and the frequency of swinging his massive sword slowed.

Even though his attacks could inflict conventional lethal damage on the Chaos Demon King, even slicing the king's body cleanly, in the next instant those severed parts would explode into cold, foul qi.

The Chaos Demon King continuously spewed foul qi from the wounds in his body, the foul qi enveloping Wu Jian and steadily corroding him.

Meanwhile, the Chaos Demon King's injuries regenerated as if time were flowing backward, repeatedly healing on his body.

The foul Yin‑vein aura kept emanating from the Chaos Demon King and accumulating on Wu Jian; even with a priest constantly dispersing and purifying it, it was ultimately a drop in the bucket.

"What good are these guns and cannons to me!"

Ma Erke Si at this moment wished he could toss his weapon away; his existence was like a clown, serving only to make noise with his burning rod for the battle's soundtrack, with no other purpose.

His proud guns and cannons couldn't even earn the Chaos Demon King a second glance; each of his attacks, though capable of blasting a huge hole in the opponent, only doomed the nearest Wu Jian, not the Chaos Demon King.

"Damn!" Qingxia thought, pulling out a talisman and beginning a spell, but she was still half a beat too slow.

The foul qi surrounding Wu Jian suddenly turned into a viscous airflow, tightly wrapping him; it was a malevolent energy capable of turning an entire town into a dead zone.

Holy light descended from the heavens, blocking the malevolent energy outside Wu Jian's body.

"Too late!"

The Chaos Demon King showed a mocking grin, his body seeming to become a spring endlessly spewing foul qi, with incalculable murderous aura and foul qi erupting from his shell.

The Chaos Demon King's size swelled, and his great axe came down with pressure as heavy as an entire mountain range.

"Break it for me!"

Accompanied by Wu Jian's roar, his massive body unleashed all its power to meet the endless foul qi being cleaved, and then, as if heaven and earth were cracking, the point of contact radiated force outward.

The ground beneath Wu Jian suddenly collapsed in a massive fissure, like a round boulder crashing down from the sky, with complex cracks spreading outward.

And that seemingly earth‑shattering slash was blocked by Wu Jian.

"Puff~"

Wu Jian vomited black blood in large gulps, his robust body gradually turning a grayish, defeated hue.

The priest, his face astonished, cast divine arts trying to save Wu Jian's life, yet the death aura continued to spread over Wu Jian's body bit by bit.

The Chaos Demon King, whose body had also been shattered by the heavy force, recovered his original form, ignored Ma Erke Si's attacks, and stepped before Wu Jian, looking down from above.

"Hahaha!"

The Chaos Demon King seemed to have seen something extremely funny, emitting a mocking laugh that sounded like steel grinding.

He looked at Wu Jian, who could no longer stand and lay on the ground.

"Once, I too seemed as weak as you are? How nostalgic!" the Chaos Demon King bent over, cackling wildly as he raised his great axe to strike down.

The three grew anxious, but none of them were the type to fight head‑on; even if they charged, they'd only add another corpse.

Ignoring the damage from guns and cannons, the Chaos Demon King's great axe easily sliced through the protection upheld by talismans and holy light.

The great axe struck the ground, and Wu Jian, who had been lying there, vanished.

"Is that so? Then perhaps you can reminisce a bit longer!" Mu Yi lifted Wu Jian, his face calm as he replied to the Chaos Demon King.

"I'll give him to you first! I have a way to save him!" Mu Yi tossed Wu Jian to Qingxia, then instantly turned into a phantom and rushed toward the Chaos Demon King.

"Careful, he bears the Yin‑vein..."

Qingxia hadn't finished speaking when she was surprised to find that the foul qi released by the Chaos Demon King seemed unable to affect Mu Yi at all.

"Never expected to run into something like you!" Mu Yi mused.

After Xiang Liu, the human waste pit, another trash hole appeared; Mu Yi thought this Dungeon was downright poisonous—if the next boss turned out to be some emotion‑devouring monster, he wouldn't be surprised at all.

The formation blade, with a sharp whistling sound, easily tore the Chaos Demon King apart; compared with the massive, destruction‑capable Xiang Liu, the Chaos Demon King's combat power was weak.

Aside from the power of the foul Yin‑vein, the Chaos Demon King's strength, constitution, and speed were all mediocre; the only disgusting aspect was his ability to resurrect endlessly via the foul Yin‑vein and its corrosive effect on living beings.

However…

For Mu Yi, that was no problem at all.

Even a Seventh‑rank Yin‑commander, no matter how lowly, is a proper celestial deity of Heaven and Earth, wielding the authority of the Underworld.

A monster like the Chaos Demon King that devours Fengshui Yin‑veins is a trivial matter for an Underworld deity—like pinching a hand.

Fengshui Yin‑vein… the Underworld has an abundance of them.

"Give the Mountain God's Treasure to Chu Yi!" Mu Yi shouted at Qingxia.

Qingxia didn't understand the reason, but upon seeing Chu Yi appear before her, she instinctively obeyed Mu Yi's command.

After all, from the current perspective, Mu Yi was undoubtedly the strongest among the five.

The four of them were one step away from a total party wipe against the Chaos Demon King, yet Mu Yi solo‑killed Xiang Liu, making the disparity clear.

Chu Yi, holding the Mountain God's Treasure, slapped the ground with both claws; the earth instantly split open, swallowing Mu Yi and the Chaos Demon King whole.

During the descent, Mu Yi wielded sword and blade in tandem, crazily slashing at the Chaos Demon King.

The death aura swirled; it might have killed others, but using death aura against an Underworld deity was downright comical.

Mu Yi completely ignored the Chaos Demon King's tactics, sword and blade dancing, launching a brutally irrational assault.

When both fell into the deep underground, Mu Yi sneered and activated the authority of his Seventh‑rank Yin‑commander.

With the Mountain God's power interfering, he couldn't directly reach the Underworld of this realm, but Chu Yi cleared away the Mountain God's power from the Ten Thousand Great Mountains for him.

Now, it's time to pronounce judgment on the Chaos Demon King.

— Ten Thousand Armies Take Head!

Mu Yi summoned all his strength, cleaving the Chaos Demon King in two with a single slash; the continuously spewing foul Yin‑evil and myriad Underworld auras rose skyward, and all the helpless auras of Wu Jian and the others were sent by Mu Yi into the Underworld.

Felt the threat of death.

Hidden in the endless Yin Sha, a faint black shadow shot upward, frantically trying to leave this place.

The nether realm is truly a place of death; the Mountain God cannot kill him, but the Yin God killing him would be far too easy.

Amid the surging black mist, Mu Yi reached out, gripping the ethereal black shadow tightly, and showed a cold smile.

"Are you underestimating me, the Lord of the Cycle, or what!"

"You are guilty; you shall suffer the agony of being burned by raging fire!"

With naked malice, Mu Yi directly thrust the soul of the Chaos Demon King into the Hell Path.

The Hell Path, suffused with foul aura, has become a forbidden realm for all living beings, and the Chaos Demon King will here endure the most hellish tortures.

(End of chapter)