[{"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-45":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},2266990,4426,"Chapter 45: One After Another","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-45",45,"\u003Cp>After knocking Xiao Hu flying, two legs suddenly shot out from behind the shield and landed on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned out that when the shield had flown toward them just now, a whole person had curled up behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder the impact was so fierce—even after being dampened by the bullet’s counterforce, it still sent Xiao Hu flying, life or death unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the shield, another man revealed half his face, flashing a glance at Cai Shanjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man was Meng Daizong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of the men sent to hunt down Cai Shanjun were timid or afraid of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They only feared they wouldn’t get the chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing Cai Shanjun was a golden opportunity to rise swiftly in rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, when Meng Daizong dispatched the ninjas, he didn’t just let them charge ahead while he hid behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the ninjas moved forward, he had already set motion himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His weapon was a shield hidden behind the car—shaped like an iron pot, dull black and lusterless, heavy and substantial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ninjas entered the forest, confirmed the approximate location of their target, and drew attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Daizong took advantage of the distraction to circle around and sneak into the forest via another route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, at last, he came face-to-face with the target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just from the half-smile of triumph visible on Meng Daizong’s face, one could tell he had at least twenty or thirty fiery, triumphant words ready to spill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cai Shanjun, you’ve finally fallen into my hands!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You rebel, blind to the times—your death is upon you now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll take your head, Cai, to forge my future glory and advancement!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he said not a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very instant he peered out and showed that expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body lunged forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cai Shanjun’s gaze suddenly shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Cai Shanjun’s hand still gripped the flute; the most convenient, fastest-moving part of his body—faster even than Meng Daizong’s—was his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gaze did not fix on the man, but on the donkey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heeiiiiiiiiiiii!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The large-eared, short-shouldered, noisy donkey suddenly reared up and kicked its front hooves straight into Meng Daizong’s shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a donkey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when it kicked, the bray it let out, the power exploding beneath its hooves—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It bore no resemblance to a donkey at all, but to a majestic wild stallion over eight feet tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its hooves, the size of bowls, struck with force enough to shatter a bull’s skull!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Daizong was blasted backward over a meter, leaves shattered underfoot, soil indented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cai Shanjun had cultivated the Military School’s arts, and among them, the crucial secret was the “Yù” technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Chu Tianshu had suppressed his poison and the Caiyun Flute had eased its effects, he had regained partial cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely by projecting will through his gaze, he could awaken the donkey’s latent potential and unleash such a strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after this blow, the donkey’s legs bent, its head swayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if it had been grinding for three days and nights straight, on the verge of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Meng Daizong drew a knife with a sharp *clink* from behind his shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, when closing in on Xiao Hu, the marksman, he had focused entirely on the shield and hadn’t drawn his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, blocked by the donkey, he revealed his full skill: shield and blade in perfect tandem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the donkey took another hit from his shield, it would die instantly—let alone with a knife now in play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he drew the blade, the hairs on his nape bristled—he spun around with his fastest motion and thrust the shield outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoom!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s bare palm slammed into the shield, producing a low, heavy sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brute strength of Dragon-Wrapping Body and the penetrating force of Palm Thunder were fused into this single palm strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Daizong’s left forearm trembled slightly, neutralizing the penetrating force—but the brute strength numbed his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More shocking still: in that instant of collision, he saw the corpses of the ninjas scattered behind Chu Tianshu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only primary target was Cai Shanjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as Cai Shanjun died, even if all the ninjas perished, it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these ninjas had died far too quickly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Daizong’s stealth speed should have matched the ninjas’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since entering this area, he had launched only two attacks—barely two blinks’ worth of time by his standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that short span, nearly all the ninjas were dead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they died the moment they arrived?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shock and fury surged in Meng Daizong’s mind—but his body moved without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His abdomen and chest contracted instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internal organs surged, the shield retracted then thrust forward, slamming into Chu Tianshu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu raised a hand to block—his palm touched the shield, and instantly, it veered sideways as a blade slashed up from below, aimed at his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s brows lifted, and he drew back his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against this man, he had no confidence to control the blade’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade’s flash vanished—swallowed by the dark, heavy shield, which now charged forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Daizong advanced low, black shield and white blade flowing like art in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shield struck—blade followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blade missed—shield was already in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu retreated continuously, realizing he found not a single opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t avoid blocking the shield—but the moment he did, he had to dodge the blade the next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rapid alternation of black and white spun like a two-colored top flashing before his eyes, heart-stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu had heard Zhong Jinqiu speak of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chenjiagou Taiji had the spirit of battlefield and peasant life; the battlefield portion evolved into the techniques of sword-and-shield warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same man who had cultivated the Food Immortal path. Same Taiji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this man’s fighting style, his murderous intensity, far surpassed Zhong Jinqiu’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To defend too long invites defeat. To keep retreating drains all momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must counterattack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu clenched his teeth, exhaled a heavy grunt through his nose, and his belly emitted a low *gurgle*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound wasn’t particularly violent—it was merely the internal organs’ resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment this sound echoed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s feet sank straight into the ground, without deliberate lifting or stepping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if everything around him had suddenly grown weaker, more insubstantial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limbs moved in perfect unison, though his feet’s motion was so slight as to be negligible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, as his ankles sank, both palms thrust forward with maximum force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air before him cracked with a *pop*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the thunderous clash of palm against shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom-Kaang!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the dull thud of before—but a sharp, shattering explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Daizong’s shield had clashed with his opponent many times—he never expected this strike to be so far beyond his estimate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left forearm burned with pain, threatening to lose grip of the shield; his whole body felt ready to fly backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Palm Thunder was a method that used internal organs as a trigger, mobilizing the entire body, then transmitting force outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s previous balance of hardness and softness meant internal organs and limbs generated force simultaneously, two forces flowing together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he redirected the Palm Thunder’s force at the stage of reaching his own muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Palm Thunder’s stimulation acted on his own acupoints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Dragon-Wrapping Body’s physical constitution absorbed it, then unleashed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This technique resembled Ghost Gate Reverse Needle—but achieved purely through martial principles, his bodily control now far beyond his former self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster effect, greater power, smaller side effects!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s palm strike aimed to shatter the shield—or at least slam it back into Meng Daizong’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment, Meng Daizong revealed the Taiji’s most essential skill: “Lightning’s Shock, Instant Response.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chenjiagou Taiji’s understanding of hardness and softness demanded absolute sensitivity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the flash of lightning must be reacted to instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though exaggerated, one must imagine it to one hundred and twenty percent to achieve even three percent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The martial artist must hold this extreme, exaggerated mental image—only then can the body barely approach three percent of its potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant the shield recoiled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Daizong shifted his center backward, channeling all force into his right foot, driving it deep into the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his body spun with all the strength he had ever possessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using his right foot as the pivot, he flung the shield, bearing immense force, backward and outward, while flinging the knife in his right hand forward and outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, his knife and shield had always been held tight against his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he forced his weapons as far away from his body as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An extreme, blindingly fast full rotation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could even hear the sound of his right ankle dislocating as the pivot point, and the tendons in his leg tearing under the violent spin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it bought him the fastest possible slash, aimed at Chu Tianshu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s left eye corner was already filled with the silver glow of the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only had time to catch a glimpse of that flash of light with his peripheral vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his arms had been extended forward all along—his left arm was actually closer to the swing than his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s left arm jerked up as if a needle had pierced a nerve, his forearm rising vertically to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver light had arrived!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light exploded!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade’s edge, near the guard, struck Chu Tianshu’s forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s left sleeve shattered instantly, revealing golden light along his forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his wrist to just below his elbow, it was wrapped in ropes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Daishao’s cultivation level was actually lower than Chu Tianshu’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only been able to force Chu Tianshu into constant retreat by exploiting the advantage of his weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But who said Chu Tianshu had no weapon of his own?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a protective rope, woven with iron wire, copper thread, even a trace of gold thread, mixed with fine tendons from mountain grasses, crafted by special methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One long rope wrapped one arm, covered in numerous knots, each knot a lump of copper and iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient people tied knots to record events, using knots as characters; specific weaves represented different symbols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wu Family Village meticulously crafted these knots into talismans—each rope was a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s Qi surged through his entire body and reached the copper rope talisman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the blade met the knots, a resonant ring rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire blade shattered like ice, breaking into a dozen irregular shards of iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu tilted his head, his gaze unnervingly calm—only a few strands of hair at his temples were severed by the flying fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Daishao lost the balance of his long knife, his right foot pushed beyond its limit, and his whole body toppled sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a giant log, he rolled rapidly across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chu Tianshu!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Lin Zi’s direction came a long roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavily armored general with fire-cloud ear guards was sprinting forward, dragging his blade, but another figure was already dozens of steps ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Jinqiu and Lao Yu had just finished their opponents and had no time to intercept that faster figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deputy Officer Zhou’s roar was meant to seize the initiative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Chu Tianshu so much as reacted, Xu Youjiang would already be there—Meng Daishao would not die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This battle had evolved to this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were no longer just protecting a special envoy—they were fighting to preserve one of their own top combatants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu turned his head to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Daishao rolled to the side of a tree, his body stopping—but he made no move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During his roll, a thick silver needle had pierced the back of his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight thrust—pierced the brain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1940,"2026-06-19T20:45:51.976Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","73171fd3c5b52645a14ef49091f478a7645094aa1032b4b5a8730d212178e879","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-46","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-44",155,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdevouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-cover.jpg"]