Chapter 60: One of the Three Terrifying Demon Kings

Cang Jing Shan Yi suddenly drew the Muramasa at his waist; the blade sliced the air, its cold light sharp and fierce.

At the hilt, a strong aura of killing surged, as if long‑sealed murderous qi burst forth instantly,

Countless scarlet qi ribbons floated in the air.

At this moment, under everyone's gaze.

Cang Jing Shan Yi abruptly pointed the Muramasa toward the heavens.

With a howl, a massive surge of blood qi coalesced into a single crimson blood bead, staining the previously pitch‑black sky with a veil of red.

Immediately after, under the impact of a blood pillar, the sky split open a huge fissure, from which poured an endless rain of blood.

Blood fell like a waterfall, cascading from the horizon.

The momentum was overwhelming, shockingly immense.

Bloodwater gathered on the arena, and in an instant the blood pool was several feet deep.

Meanwhile,

Behind Cang Jing Shan Yi, a massive silhouette stepped out from the blood waterfall.

It was clad in armor, standing nearly ten meters tall, with a huge wine gourd hanging from its back,

Its entire scarlet skin seemed stripped of surface, revealing raw, primal tissue.

A pair of bizarre horns crowned its head, and tangled crimson hair fell to its waist,

Covering its upper body like a trailing cloak, sharp fangs and keen claws.

With each step, the ground trembled!

Accompanying its appearance,

the surrounding space twisted at a visible speed, as if being rolled into a vortex.

As its crimson eyes opened, a forceful aura burst outward,

A single gaze, its contained power causing the high walls at the arena's edge to crack open.

At this moment,

the Great Hero Nation's spectators trembled with excitement,

"SSS‑Rank Sake‑Swallowing Great Demon, one of the three legendary terrifying demon kings, this time, our Great Hero Nation has hope!"

Hearing the crowd's discussion,

Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with disdain,

"SSS‑Rank? One of the three legendary terrifying demon kings?"

"It's just a slightly larger ant!"

The Sake‑Swallowing Great Demon, as massive as a small hill, gripped an iron club and advanced toward Zhang Cheng step by step.

Its sturdy massive foot pressed into the blood pool, stirring rippling waves.

The sky turned a vivid red.

The earth trembled.

Its aura gradually grew stronger.

The surrounding air collapsed, leaving everyone present nearly breathless.

However,

at this moment, the joy on the Great Hero Nation spectators' faces almost burst forth uncontrollably.

The Sake‑Swallowing Great Demon, one of the Great Hero Nation's three legendary demon kings, and also the leader of the Ghost Clan.

It is said that it once was so powerful that, single‑handedly, it shook the royal authority of the Heian era, even occupying vast lands, leaving rulers unable to move it a hair.

And now,

this childhood shadow in the Great Hero Nation's collective memory now enjoys the reverence and anticipation of all its spectators.

It advanced toward Zhang Cheng, the iron club in its hand transforming into a towering pillar dozens of meters high, crashing toward Zhang Cheng like an avalanche!

Crimson lightning coiled around the iron club, flashing with dazzling light, its power immense.

The massive power within tore the fabric of space, emitting repeated booms.

At a glance,

the iron club was only a foot away from Zhang Cheng.

Suddenly!

An ancient, timeless gong sound, shaking the nine heavens, rang out from somewhere unknown.

Dong—!

The gong reverberated as if from the depths of the universe, striking the heart, its momentum overwhelming,

even allowing every person on Lan Xing to hear it clearly!

With the gong sounding, aside from Dragon Nation and Mao Xiong Guo,

the souls of the on‑site spectators seemed severely wounded.

Their minds grew hazy, and specks of starlight flickered in their eyes.

Soul impact!

The Sake‑Swallowing Great Demon withdrew the iron club, its gaze becoming unusually solemn at that moment, even its breathing turning cautious.

Even for its great strength, it had never encountered such terrifying soul impact.

The boundless power within also wounded its own soul.

Moreover,

In that very instant, the Sake‑Swallowing Great Demon was surprised to find a hint of cowardice sprouting in its heart?

Without even having seen the opponent's form,

The soul began to feel fear?

This is very unusual!

Jiu Tun Da Gui clenched the iron staff with both hands, every pore of his body ready for battle at any moment.

Dong—

At this moment,

The gong sounded again.

This time, the gong's sound was like a ripple that could encompass heaven and earth, and wherever it reached, the firmament changed its appearance.

The ripple surged from the endless distance, spreading at a speed surpassing thunder and lightning; wherever it passed, the scarlet sky instantly grew dim.

Sheets of black clouds rose without warning,

gathering above the Divine Ghost Killing Arena.

As if a gigantic net hung in the sky, covering everything of the arena.

The temperature dropped sharply at this moment,

falling from the original 26 degrees to an extremely terrifying cold,

the scene resembled an endless winter beneath the Nine Netherworld, with frost flowers forming in the air.

Even the blood‑water waterfall within Jiu Tun Da Gui's domain began to freeze at a visibly rapid pace!

"What a powerful aura,"

"This opponent is a formidable foe!"

Cang Jing Shan Yi furrowed his brow.

At this moment, the breath of every spectator grew faint.

They gasped, and their exhaled breath instantly turned into white mist.

Tension, anticipation, worry, fear and other emotions surfaced on their faces.

Dong—

Now,

another bronze gong rang!

But this time, accompanying the gong was a river of water towering ten thousand zhang, seeming to devour everything in the world.

The surging river churned massive waves, rushing toward Jiu Tun Da Gui.

Seeing this, Jiu Tun Da Gui's eyes widened, and he drove the iron staff into the ground, forming an all‑round protective barrier,

the river water struck the barrier, splashing into torrents that obscured Jiu Tun Da Gui's vision.

When everything settled,

the spectators and Jiu Tun Da Gui were shocked to discover that

the arena, which had originally turned into a blood pool,

at an unknown time,

had somehow become a river surface.

The river's source was indistinct, like an abyss from hell—deep, pitch‑black, indescribable.

The river's end was unfathomable, stretching endlessly as if spanning the entire sky!

This…

Jiu Tun Da Gui horrifiedly realized his body was slowly sinking.

He instantly mobilized energy to levitate his body, thereby avoiding being swallowed by the river.

At this moment, his gaze was filled with deep apprehension.

Compared with the vast, magnificent scene before him, the blood pool he created was utterly insignificant!

"Look, the river surface is fogging up!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

Everyone's gaze focused on the river surface.

The dim sky,

covered by dark clouds over the firmament,

on the boundless river surface, mist rolled in, shrouding everything.

If anyone's sight were obstructed and they stepped into the void, falling into the river, they would be torn apart instantly.

Jiu Tun Da Gui stared at the mist ahead.

At this moment, he discovered,

within the mist, a gaunt old man slowly emerged.

The old man wore a purple Dao robe underneath, a straw raincoat over it, a conical hat on his head, and walked step by step on the river surface,

as if walking on flat ground; his body seemed weightless, never sinking.

He wore a simple pair of grass shoes.

A black belt was tied around his waist.

His two withered, pale hands,

one grasping a bronze yin gong, the other holding a Soul‑Capturing Bell and a gong mallet.

Dong!

The gong sounded again.

Immediately after, the old man shook the Soul‑Capturing Bell in his hand.

Ding‑ling‑ling—ding‑ling‑ling—

In the quiet environment, the Soul-Capturing Bell's sound was especially jarring, making people's hairs stand up involuntarily.

Then, the old man drew a deep breath, and determination instantly appeared on his lofty skull.

Exerting all his strength, he shouted loudly toward the sky,

"Rise——!"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Instantly,

Behind the old man, in the hazy mist, one silhouette after another actually appeared.

These silhouettes closely followed behind the old man,

As they approached, everything around seemed to be filled with a sudden force, on the verge of bursting.

The river surface, which had finally calmed, surged again at this moment, its momentum even more grand.

When fifty-six black shadows passed through the mist and appeared behind the old man,

When they were only three meters away, they actually stopped in perfect unison.

Then,

The old man again struck the gong and shook the bell, continuing forward.

Only then did these black shadows continue to move slowly; the mist cleared wherever they passed,

The rivers opened a path for them, and even the air was twisted by the terrifying killing intent they exuded.

The audience from other countries watched this scene before them, their hearts trembling.

However!

Just when they thought everything was over!

Suddenly!

In the indistinct mist, thousands of black shadows actually appeared again.

Each black shadow represented a corpse; though they were dead, their gazes remained resolute,

the killing intent emanating from their whole bodies seemed capable of tearing apart all darkness in the world…

At this moment!

The audience from other countries were so shocked their jaws almost dropped, unable to utter a word.