Chapter 547: Exterminate Demons, Uphold the Way!

The old man glared at Jiang Feng with vicious hatred and howled hysterically.

"You've ruined my decades of cultivation! Kunlun Disciple, I will not rest until you die!"

His voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in the night sky, shaking the surrounding leaves into a rustling sound.

His body struggled on the ground, trying to get up, but he failed twice. Each attempt, more black blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling sound, like sulfuric acid corroding the earth.

Jiang Feng merely raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression calm, and said lightly.

"Only now have I dragged you out; I feel sorry for those you have harmed!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chill.

Heavenly Demon Grand Sect—Jiang Feng had heard of this group before.

He had seen it in the old records of the Scripture Repository on Kunlun Mountain.

Legend says this group is extremely secretive in origin, their veins carry demon blood, and for cultivation they will stop at nothing.

They refine magical artifacts from living people, cultivate vessels with children's blood, control ordinary people with grudge curses—methods so cruel they make one's hair stand on end.

And as the orthodox cultivators of Kunlun, exterminating demons and upholding the Way is our duty!

Even if Rui Rui's mother hadn't found him today, as soon as he learned of this, he would not allow such a thing to happen!

A little girl who knows nothing—what right does anyone have to make her a sacrifice for their cultivation?

The old man's expression grew even more ferocious upon hearing Jiang Feng's words.

His cultivation had dissipated by more than half; the black mist within him was nearly gone, revealing his withered body. His skin was as rough as bark, his veins clearly visible—he looked like a desiccated corpse.

At this moment he could barely maintain his state; his black robe had torn into rags hanging from him, making him look miserable.

He also knew that today's affair would likely not end well.

He had thought his strength was more than enough to deal with a young doctor, but he never expected this youngster to be a Kunlun Disciple, with strength far beyond his imagination.

Not only did he break his grudge curse, but he also knocked him from his peak state down to the valley bottom.

Decades of cultivation vanished in an instant.

The old man's eyes were full of reluctance.

He looked at Jiang Feng, his eyes filled with endless hatred, and said viciously.

"I never intended to fight you to the death, but you're truly despicable!"

His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed from deep within his throat.

"If that's the case, then let none of us live!"

As soon as his words fell, the old man spat out countless obscure, unintelligible sounds.

That sound was not human language, but an ancient, desolate incantation bearing endless evil power.

Each syllable felt like a hammer striking the heart, making the scalp tingle and the body break out in gooseflesh.

Immediately, Jiang Feng's expression changed slightly.

For at that moment he felt the heavens and earth undergo a tremendous change!

The originally clear night sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds. The moon was covered, the stars vanished, and the whole sky seemed shrouded in a huge black cloth—you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

An incredibly terrifying evil power surged forth instantly, from the old man's body, from beneath the ground, from the air, from all directions.

It was like an invisible giant hand pressing down from the sky onto Jiang Feng's body, making him involuntarily shudder.

The temperature in the courtyard plummeted, feeling as cold as winter.

The already-withered flowers and plants, under the impact of the evil power, turned to powder and blew away in the wind. The green stone slabs in the courtyard began to crack, the fissures widening and deepening, as if something were about to burst up from underground.

The man inside collapsed on the ground, trembling all over, his lips turning purple, his eyes rolling back—he was on the verge of passing out.

From the inner room came Rui Rui's weeping, along with the frightened cries of a beautiful woman.

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, his cultivation method running wildly, golden light bursting from within him to block that evil power from outside.

But his expression remained grave.

This power was far stronger than he had imagined.

At that moment, Kun Long's voice began to echo in his mind.

"Be careful, Jiang Feng kid!"

Kun Long's voice carried a rare solemnity.

"This old thing—if we can't beat him, we'll have to call for outside help!"

Jiang Feng said in a deep voice.

"I know."

Kun Long continued.

"I can sense a very powerful force approaching from afar. It's not this old man's power, but something far stronger than him—at least at the peak of half-step Martial Sovereign, possibly even a Martial Sovereign!"

Jiang Feng's brows furrowed tightly.

"A Martial Sovereign?"

Kun Long said.

"Not necessarily, but he's definitely not weak. This old man is burning his own life essence, using his last strength to summon his comrades. If you don't want to die, you'd better run!"

Jiang Feng looked at the dying old man on the ground, then glanced toward the inner room, and shook his head.

"I can't leave."

Kun Long grew anxious.

"You won't go? You're staying here to wait for death?"

Jiang Feng said.

"If I go, what will happen to this family?"

Kun Long fell silent for a moment, then sighed.

"You're too righteous. Fine, I'll help you. But remember, after this, you owe me a favor."

Jiang Feng didn't speak, his gaze fixed on the night sky.

That evil force grew stronger and thicker, like a pot of boiling water, ready to explode at any moment.

The old man lay on the ground, black blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, his face showing a mad smile.

"It's coming…… it's coming…… you all will die…… you all will die……"

His voice grew weaker and softer, until it disappeared completely.

The old man's eyes slowly closed, his body turned into a wisp of black smoke, dissipating in the air.

But the power he summoned did not dissipate.

On the contrary, that force grew stronger and clearer.

In the sky, dark clouds began to spin, forming a huge vortex. At the center of the vortex, a black dot slowly enlarged, as if something was drilling out from inside.

A terrifying pressure surged from the vortex, pressing down on Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng's body shuddered, he gritted his teeth, and steadied his stance.

Kun Long's voice sounded again.

"Here it comes. Be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, a black light shot from the vortex, landing on the ground and blasting a large pit in the surface.

The dust settled, and a figure stood in the pit.

That person wore a full set of black armor, with a black helmet on his head, only a pair of eyes exposed.

Those eyes were purple, emitting an eerie light, like two purple gems.

His stature was tall, at least two meters, standing there like a mountain. His body exuded a strong evil aura, that aura was stronger than the old man's by an unknown multiple.

That person raised his head, looking at Jiang Feng, a hint of coldness flashing in his purple eyes.

"It's you, who destroyed my younger brother's vessel?"

His voice was low and deep, as if coming from underground, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

Jiang Feng looked at him, his expression calm, and said lightly.

"Our Heavenly Demon Great Sect has cultivated for decades just to nurture a perfect vessel. You destroyed my younger brother, and also destroyed my decades of painstaking effort."

His voice grew colder.

"Today, you will pay the price."

Jiang Feng looked at him and said lightly.

"Your younger brother attacked a little girl; that was his just deserts. As for you, if you want to avenge him, come at will."

A flash of anger passed through that person's eyes.

"Arrogance!"

He took a step, and his body appeared like a ghost before Jiang Feng.

He clenched his right fist, black light swirling around it, and smashed it toward Jiang Feng's face.

Jiang Feng did not retreat, raised his right hand, and threw a punch to meet it.

The golden fist and the black fist collided, producing a huge roar.

Boom!

A terrifying shockwave spread in all directions, the green stone slabs in the courtyard were flung up several pieces, and the bricks and stones on the wall began to loosen.

Jiang Feng's body retreated three steps, his arm went numb.

That person's body swayed slightly, but he did not retreat.

He looked at Jiang Feng, a hint of surprise flashing in his purple eyes.

"Kunlun Disciple, you indeed have some skill."

He paused, then continued speaking.

"But this bit of skill is not enough."

As soon as his words fell, a greater evil power erupted from his body, like a great mountain pressing toward Jiang Feng.