[{"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-131":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},2267076,4426,"Chapter 131: Storm and Rain, Stepping Through Air","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-131",131,"\u003Cp>Crack!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu moved both hands simultaneously: his left hand rose upward, touching the wall above the window, five fingers already embedded into the concrete, gripping tightly; his right hand shot forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crouching posture on the windowsill had many disadvantages, but once his left hand dug into the wall above, it became a fulcrum alongside his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With three points of support, the force of his right arm thrusting forward became brutally powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His extended arm pierced the room like a thick, heavy iron spearhead suddenly striking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sides had never been far apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bo lunged forward Zhudong , as if deliberately crashing into the “spearhead,” with no time to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the very moment before contact, Wang Bo’s body flashed backward with a swift whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His feet had not even pushed off the ground to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if an immensely strong ox-hide rope, anchored at his original position, had suddenly tugged his feet back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turtle floating on water—free to advance or retreat in any direction!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wang Bo had first intended to lunge forward, he had already bound a thread of internal force to the spot beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the slightest thought, that internal force could vanish instantly—or snap taut, yanking him back to his original position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s strike missed; his expression flickered, and his body surged inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crouched, slightly curled posture on the windowsill suddenly blossomed open the instant he entered the room, limbs extending fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s feet touched the floor at maximum speed, heels nearly brushing the base of the wall, securing firm footing before he lunged forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment his feet made contact with the ground—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bo swept his hand across his waist, drawing a bright streak of silver light that stabbed toward Chu Tianshu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a genuine soft sword, forged from alloy, thinner than a cicada’s wing, hidden within his belt, its hilt integrated into the belt’s clasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bo unleashed his internal force instantly; the soft sword straightened, cleaving the air like a razor slit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of the blade moved faster than sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fine blade—but even finer was the timing of his strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That initial lunge and retreat had been nothing but a ruse, designed to lure the opponent into instinctively chasing him indoors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant Chu Tianshu’s body slipped through the window, his feet touched the ground—his style swift yet steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone else, suspended mid-air with no support, would have been caught by this strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Chu Tianshu himself, with his feet just touching the ground, had a moment of transition—from ground to upward force—akin to a vulnerability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made the threat of the blade greater than normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the span of a blink, it was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This bandit, regardless of other qualities, possessed combat wisdom far superior to Li Guangzong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Chu Tianshu anticipated the strike; his fingers flickered like an illusion, and a small mist of water vapor appeared beside his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ren Wang Hu Guo Jing says: within one finger snap, there are sixty moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s finger snap was even shorter than a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His powerful fingertip force shattered the moisture in the air into visible droplets, launching a silver needle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The needle struck the middle of the blade, exploding into powder and causing the sword to hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s left hand, hanging loosely beside him, flipped—and a dozen silver needles shot toward Wang Bo’s head, face, and chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bo hastily retracted his arm and flicked a sword flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He channeled his Turtle Internal Force to its fullest, maximizing its adhesive power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that single flick of the sword, all dozen needles were intercepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not cut or deflected—but stuck fast to the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the instant the flourish ended, he would use the blade’s momentum to fling the needles back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, needle and sword together, he would strike Chu Tianshu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he flicked the sword, Chu Tianshu’s hand closed upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To block the needles, Wang Bo’s sword path was restricted, slower than a full slash or thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s move was like a phantom emerging from a cold, damp world, untouched by moisture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bone-dry fingers, heated by instantaneous friction and piercing the air, pinched the blade’s tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bo instinctively tried to flood the blade with internal force to resist—but his nape twitched, his fingers automatically released the hilt, snatching his hand back at top speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vibration from Chu Tianshu’s grip on the blade’s tip resonated through every bone in his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, his tendons and bones were transparent and immensely strong; his internal organs could now transmit force the instant he willed it, unlocking the full essence of the Toad Palm Thunder Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the room, it was as if a small hand grenade had detonated midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire soft sword, along with the needles stuck to it, shattered into fragments and broken needles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks of silver light exploded outward in a wide fan shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Wang Bo not released the blade, his internal force surging forward would have been too late to protect it—only accelerating the explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A split in his tiger’s mouth and injured palm were minor; he would have faced the shrapnel at point-blank range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he rolled away swiftly, yanking the quilt off the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fragments and broken needles struck the thick quilt, as if hitting a solid wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single shard pierced through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, the quilt stood upright like a wall, already showing signs of rebounding force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bo hid behind the quilt, both palms thrust forward, pouring internal force into it, intending to crush Chu Tianshu beneath a tidal wave of embedded metal shards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the quilt shattered, he would have his chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Tianshu’s eyes gleamed; he kicked off the floor and leapt onto the bed, both hands reaching out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the quilt, four palms struck each other with perfect precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bo’s face changed; he felt a heavy, bell-like force crash through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quilt had not yet torn—but his own bones, reinforced by internal force, had already trembled; his body flew backward, slamming into the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wallpaper and plaster cracked; thick dust rained down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But darkness fell as the quilt dropped, covering all cracks and engulfing Wang Bo entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bo’s heart lurched; a strange sensation—pain or chill—shot up his nape, triggering his internal force as he unleashed a flurry of palm shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quilt covering one man looked like it wrapped a monster with five heads and ten arms, lurching and surging in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Chu Tianshu unleashed a storm of attacks upon the quilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant any part of the quilt bulged, Chu Tianshu’s palm struck it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every attempt to break through the quilt was suppressed by Chu Tianshu’s blows through the fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both men’s vision was blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Chu Tianshu seemed to know Wang Bo’s every attack intention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterimages stretched endlessly, wild and violent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the span of a breath, Chu Tianshu struck the quilt dozens of times with muffled impacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the final palm strike drove forward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He changed his palm to a grip, yanked the quilt backward, and stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the quilt was torn open, the man embedded in the wall was revealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel rebar and concrete beneath the plaster were now exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bo was fused into the wall, blood oozing from nose and mouth, limbs twisted, only his head able to move slightly, face filled with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who… are… you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he spoke, fabric on his coat and pants—seemingly intact—suddenly fell away like fluttering butterflies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s assault was seamless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the Arhat Bell-Strike technique to suppress all attacks, he then pressed six or seven times along Wang Bo’s limbs and torso.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The later strikes carried Immortal Force, meant to capture alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Wang Bo’s muscles were bruised, bones displaced, and his clothing bore palm-shaped rips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu did not answer; instead, he pinched a handful of needles and flung them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bo’s chest and forehead were instantly pierced by numerous silver needles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You see now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu flicked the needle tails forward. “I’m the campus medic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Wang Bo was a man of deep internal cultivation,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu could not guarantee that a standard knockout method would subdue him—too much force might kill him outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by pinning his limbs like this, hanging him on the wall,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And adding medical acupuncture to block his heart and brain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no chance to commit suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bo truly could not kill himself—his tongue was numb, speech impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his trembling eyes screamed his desperate desire to shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck the school nurse!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All faculty and staff at Jin Dao Wu Xiao have documented records.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were such a skilled expert inside, Wang Bo would have flagged them during his inquiry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the students, due to their large numbers and complex origins, are difficult to investigate thoroughly; their actual strength is also negligible, so their records are incomplete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, when Wang Bo first scanned Chu Tianshu and saw he was unfamiliar and so young, he categorized him as a student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu ignored him, darted back to the window, and gazed outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Wang Bo’s infiltration route, and he was on the third floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this vantage, Chu Tianshu could see beyond the martial school’s wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no gates or shops over there; the street was piled high with snow, empty—yet a car was parked there, most likely meant to rendezvous with the robbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Chu Tianshu leaned forward to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the snow on the wall’s edge, a small white box seemed to twitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, the car suddenly accelerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu shot through the window, his feet slamming hard against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-clad figure with golden embroidery surged like a massive eagle battling wind and snow, leaping directly from the third-floor air toward the wall’s crest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his left foot landed on the wall’s edge, he swept away the snow and crushed the shards of glass originally placed there to deter climbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using his left foot as a pivot, Chu Tianshu twisted his body and kicked the small white box with his right foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kick delivered force with a cunning angle, combining hardness and softness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white box accelerated sharply but did not break, emitting a piercing shriek as it struck the left rear tire of the black business car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The box’s sharp edges sank deep into the tire’s interior, dragged downward by the spinning wheel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a crack and explosion, sparks flew as the tire burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire car lost control, spinning wildly in the middle of the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver instinctively slammed on the brakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The occupants inside tumbled and swayed, equipment rattling everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car roof suddenly sank, as if something heavy had crashed onto it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu landed on the roof, his pant legs snapping in the wind, fingers forming a lotus-wheel motion before suddenly coalescing into a sword seal, pointing downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Bing Dou Zhe, Jie Zhen Lie Qian Xing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, like a white horse passing a crevice, his mental force transformed into a grid of four vertical and five horizontal lines, pressing down through the roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone inside the car suddenly felt their hearts pound and flesh tremble, unable to resist—they rolled their eyes back and fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1903,"2026-06-19T20:45:51.976Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b7df053b19aea041449a9da6df7110d99195ff3db373211336b7b9c57aadbc43","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-132","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-130",155,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdevouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-cover.jpg"]