[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h":3,"chapter-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-114":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Devouring Evil, Exterminating Demons Across All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2267059,4426,"Chapter 114: March 15, Guanyin Kills","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-114",114,"\u003Cp>Om!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speed of the opponent’s movement startled Chu Tianshu slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the blade in his hand flickered, instantly shifting direction, the tip aimed at the opponent’s right rib.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A minor adjustment, yet striking straight at the core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhong’s right hand sought to thrust forward, but his right ribs were the most difficult spot for agile movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before that hand could reach Chu Tianshu, Chu Tianshu’s sword could already pierce through his ribs first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as Chu Tianshu’s strike took shape, he felt the figure before him unfold to his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhong’s robe bore many silver embroidery patterns, resembling a gray monk’s robe in style, yet elegant and luxurious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as his body tilted, all the embroidery, the gray-white fabric, even his sleeveless right arm, merged into a pale moonlit afterimage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the moonlight, this silent scene could only be described as “unfolding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, from directly before Chu Tianshu, it unfolded to his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What appeared to be a maximum-speed charge could still turn with such agility!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Chu Tianshu’s long sword shifted to guard his left shoulder, back, and right side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leftward block: sword tip downward; the rearward block: blade spine pressed against his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rightward block: blade horizontal, tip pointing backward, intercepting Duan Zhong’s strike aimed at his right ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand over his head, executing the sword-guarding motion in one seamless flow—a single technique with three variations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this single motion, he blocked three separate thrusts from three different angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he perfectly deflected the assault, yet it was also the opponent’s three consecutive moves that thwarted his counterattacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s motion could have instantly become a spinning slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to block the three sharp-angle attacks, the force collisions left him no time to rotate his body, and his sword could not swing outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the three parries, Chu Tianshu’s left foot leapt sideways like thunder, shifting his entire center of gravity leftward, giving his bent right arm room to extend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Three-Seven Divine Sword thrust straight forward; the air at its tip exploded into a faint circular aura, the blade piercing through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Duan Zhong’s figure had already retreated a step to the right in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thrust extended to its limit, yet failed to catch Duan Zhong, who had moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped between the two white bamboo coffins, suddenly reaching the square’s edge and snatching up a white banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The banner’s tail, lifted by the wind, was just beginning to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During Duan Zhong’s previous series of movements, the banner’s motion had appeared painfully slow, still not fully lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Duan Zhong seized the banner, its dynamic motion erupted into violent chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pole moved; the banner’s fabric tore through the air, and the air tore through the fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inch by inch, the cloth along the pole’s trajectory shattered into the open sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold, dark metallic sheen had spread across the entire pole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Duan Zhong twisted his waist and spun back, he thrust the spear to block Chu Tianshu’s follow-up strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword tip struck the spear’s tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though most of the Three-Seven Divine Sword’s mental force filled Chu Tianshu’s body, the remainder was enough to maintain its edge—cleaving iron like mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sword, driven by Chu Tianshu’s inner sage, outer king strength, failed to pierce the bamboo pole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhong’s eyes glowed crimson, standing out starkly against his entirely moon-white form and aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Duan Zhong’s Asura Path spirit weapon power spread thinner the longer or wider the object it enhanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, in prior battles, he had channeled it only into his arms and sleeves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, using the Hell Path to squeeze his potential, his spirit weapon’s power, mutually stimulated, subtly broke through its original boundaries, merging and transforming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Initially, the six portions of power each served only one effect, unable to shift to others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, all six portions tilted toward the Asura Path’s effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spear and sword, after colliding at the tip, immediately crossed, generating hundreds of afterimages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword’s patterns resembled wood; the spear naturally bore bamboo joints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, their collision spat only shocking steel sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between them, as if fireworks of gold and red exploded, one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword blooms and spear blooms had been competing in offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the spear’s tremors could far exceed the sword’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the spear was no longer merely attacking head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the spear blooms trembled, they nearly engulfed Chu Tianshu’s entire upper body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond retraction and thrust, it could strike from either side or descend from above to slash his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s offensive had to now incorporate defensive motions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his swordlight grew smoother and smoother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never systematically studied swordplay; his techniques were all borrowed from fist methods, embedded in the Backfist and Taiji Quan manuals—methods of channeling force through the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But truly, channeling force through external objects, no matter what, was far less fluid than channeling it through limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, though he often held a sword, he wielded it like a steel whip or iron rod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with his spirit weapon on the blade, it felt as intimate as his own palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fiercer the opponent, the more Chu Tianshu felt transported back to that bamboo grove in the Republic era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In early training, he had slammed his stiff arms, palms, and fingers violently against thick bamboo stalks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slammed with arms, struck with elbows, pounded with fists, chopped with palms, gripped with fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was through that pain and heat that he deeply understood what “force” truly meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shing!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When weapons met again, the sword’s hum drowned out the clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bright spark streaked along the spear, leaving a clear sword mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear’s faint vibration traveled instantly to Duan Zhong’s palm, half a foot ahead, then was smothered into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Chu Tianshu surged forward over three feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhong stepped back sharply, flicked the spear downward toward Chu Tianshu’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu swept his sword—this strike combined Taiji Whip Hand and Shaolin Long Fist Cross Punch force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this force was not channeled through his hand to move the sword, nor even through the entire blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It surged violently into one side of the blade, channeling straight to the tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The residual mental force on the sword was dragged along, causing one edge to glow like a red-hot iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Chu Tianshu held no longer seemed a blade with volume and thickness, but a razor-sharp, crimson arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As weapons crossed, no clash sounded—the spear was cleanly severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No good!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu roared inwardly, his hair standing on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That spear broke too easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhong had deliberately withdrawn the spirit weapon’s power from the spear’s tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu should have transmitted sufficient force into the remaining spear shaft upon severing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Duan Zhong’s move made the break too effortless, too fast—the rest of the shaft suffered no impact whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn bamboo spear!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were steel, even if its upper limit wasn’t higher than bamboo’s, it would have reacted far more violently when severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken spear’s tip instantly stabbed toward Chu Tianshu’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhong’s crimson gaze fixed entirely on the spear’s point, grinning with split teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharpest tip, cold and dark with metallic sheen, now seemed stained with a bloody, deadly red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s body couldn’t retreat in time; he nearly opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the spear had aimed for his throat, he might have had a chance to use Taiji’s neck-tuck technique and catch it with his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the heart was too far from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, he could only shift his body slightly, sinking half an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Useless!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, a slight shift had let him dodge Duan Rusu’s sword—but now, his shift was too small; he couldn’t dodge this spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chiiang!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken spear pierced flesh, entered the chest—but the sound of tearing flesh abruptly changed pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It became a harsh metallic scraping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear’s tip had scraped across something like a steel sphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it had entered Chu Tianshu’s chest, it did not pierce the thoracic cavity, but slid sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp point carved a long, bloody gash across his body, ending at his left armpit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s left hand yanked the broken spear free, his body surged forward, his right sword already sweeping out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moon-white afterimage sidestepped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dodged and shot over two zhang away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But half his arm fell to the ground, rolling twice from momentum toward Duan Zhong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his right arm; the five rings on his right hand all emitted the aura of martial souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Duan Zhong stopped, his face turned pale—his right arm severed at the elbow, blood spurting, a sword cut also gashed his right ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s slash had not cut him cleanly at the elbow, nor severed him in two, but it had crippled most of his combat power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Duan Zhong dared pause only a heartbeat before fleeing in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp bamboo pole was thrown, piercing his afterimage and embedding deep into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, Chu Tianshu’s figure crossed the pole’s position and chased after him furiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haidonglai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing he was already twenty zhang away, Chu Tianshu suddenly roared and hurled his long sword backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sanqi Divine Sword spun at high speed, flying toward Haidonglai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haidonglai reached out and caught the hilt perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not control the sword’s mental force, but Chu Tianshu had already unleashed all remaining mental energy upon throwing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Transparent flames flickered between Haidonglai’s fingers, a rich warmth flooding into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This misaligned physician’s mental force could not cure his illness, but it could suppress his injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sword… I seem to be poor with swordplay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haidonglai murmured softly, his gaze slowly turning away, toward the Maitreya Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Changling’s expression shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had felt his heart sink the moment Duan Zhong fled, but a cornered beast still fights—today might still offer a chance to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haidonglai, you think you can scare me again?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Changling raised his four-foot-long, broad, curved blade and growled, “You think I’m that easily intimidated?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His martial soul, Weishengmu, primarily enhanced his poison techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in battle, it could at least grant him extraordinary observational ability!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus he had developed a specialized evasive technique—even against peers, he could always barely dodge vital strikes while killing his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haidonglai’s half-dead state…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was dead meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Changling’s peripheral vision also flickered toward the blind man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blind man suddenly looked like he would vomit, his cheeks puffing out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puff!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blind Man’s Listening Wind Blade brushed lightly against a flint in his sleeve; the sprayed liquor instantly ignited into a burst of flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Changling’s eyes stung, and his ears suddenly caught two sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One arrogant, one low—different tones, yet layered together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Duan Zhong’s figure had already left the Protector Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sprinted through the wilderness, his last remaining martial soul keeping red light burning in his eyes, his speed still faster than tigers and leopards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lost, lost, lost…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victory and defeat are common in war—lost is lost!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could always fully defect to Tubo and become a general.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he lost five martial souls, Duan Zhong’s cultivation level remained; with half a year, he could split and cultivate six new forms from the one soul left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then, five fingers wearing six rings—his middle finger might have to wear two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhong clenched his teeth, dashed through the forest, snapping banana leaves, vines, and branches with his speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the green hues even hit the ground, another figure crashed through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s rushing wind scattered them again, leaves drifting farther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhong was grievously wounded, but Chu Tianshu was far from unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing that death-dealing spear, Chu Tianshu’s movement was not blind panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deliberately let his ribs meet the spearhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human ribs exist to protect internal organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s ribs were as hard as iron, yet still could not fully block the spear’s force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the special trait of the Guanyin Bones was to disperse impact force across the entire skeletal frame the instant it struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s Guanyin Bones had reached seventy percent mastery; combined with exploiting the ribs’ natural curvature and bone resonance, he deflected the spearhead—avoiding damage to his heart and lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His current agony came precisely from that deflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain of broken bones he could endure, but the sensation of the spearhead scraping directly along the bone surface was beyond expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The farther he ran, the worse he felt; the worse he felt, the angrier he grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter where Duan Zhong ran today, he would beat him to death alive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two raced through hills and forests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they crossed another range, faint bonfires appeared in the right front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was also a hill with no large trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cuiyan Slope!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhong’s target was not the slope, but the Green Jade River, not far ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he jumped into the rushing water, churning mud and turbulent currents,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a good chance of shaking off Chu Tianshu, surfacing elsewhere, and escaping alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu had chosen this battleground precisely because he knew the area—he recalled the Green Jade River in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No… you… don’t!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu gritted his teeth and spat out two words, using the Luo Han Trembling Step, mixing palm thunder as he stomped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong dong dong dong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those waiting below Cuiyan Slope were mostly martial artists—either awake or light sleepers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They suddenly heard drumming from the nearby slope and rose to their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the rear of this group stood a golden-decorated, white-silk palanquin, guarded by over a hundred men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white silk was lifted, and Yimouxun looked toward the slope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this a Tang person… or someone from the Duan family beating drums for encouragement?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yimouxun took this duel extremely seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In today’s world, a ruler need not be the supreme expert, but he must have solid martial foundation—otherwise, relying solely on bodyguards would never let him hold his throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yimouxun himself had led troops into battle, excelled in swordplay, and had deep ties with the Diancang Sect—his strength surpassed even the combined power of Diancang’s Three Elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But precisely because he was so strong, he knew better than anyone how enviable Duan Zhong’s level truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To touch the true wisdom of Blood Refinement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yimouxun hoped Duan Zhong would not win—but also did not truly wish him to lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong dong dong!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drumming, once begun, never paused, rapidly approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yimouxun snapped from his conflicted thoughts and sensed something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This area was all hills and forest—how could a drummer move so fast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this wasn’t drumming at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the neighboring forest, a moon-white figure shot forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a few breaths, he crossed the entire valley, ascending Cuiyan Slope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Duan Zhong!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only Yimouxun—many here had sharp eyes and recognized the figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone nearly shouted “Righteous King,” but the louder drumming drowned him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw clearly: behind Duan Zhong, rocks along the path were exploding in rapid succession, shards flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “drumming” was the sound of rocks shattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed as if a giant demonic shadow, trailing smoke and thunder, with flying debris, had caught up to Duan Zhong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhong turned for one final strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone saw the pursuer also thrust out a palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The palms collided—Duan Zhong lost balance, his power uneven, his arm visibly snapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pursuer’s advance faltered slightly, then suddenly seized Duan Zhong’s head, spinning around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhong’s head was twisted off; blood spurted from his neck, splattering outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You set an ambush at the Protector Temple? Is this what you call the Righteous King?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man, drenched in blood, carried Duan Zhong’s head and turned to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His head will be placed before the Buddha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let the world know who won this battle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mountains echoed with the words left by that man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From loud, they grew ethereal, the final syllables seeming to rise straight to the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head shall be placed before the Buddha!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tell the world—who won this battle!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All below the mountain stared at the headless corpse still standing on the slope, unable to speak for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had not yet reeled from the meaning of those words—only from Duan Zhong’s defeat, from the actions of that man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When walking alone, rocks across the mountainside shattered in explosions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he departed, the echoes had not yet faded, yet he was already beyond sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of power is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yi Muxun gazed at the corpse on the slope, at the moon above, and after a long while, sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Tang’s Wu Gong...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2782,"2026-06-19T20:45:51.976Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0b8e194e42e2f4b48ad000399c38d36a5000929211dffa846e299dc7e819323c","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-115","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-113",155,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdevouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-cover.jpg"]