Chapter 114: Do Itachi Even Deserve to Be Called a Saint?

The kusanagi sword, fused with black flame and lightning cut, effortlessly shattered the spirit monkey’s protective barrier, piercing it clean through!

“Aaaah!!!”

The spirit monkey let out a deafening scream, its massive body stiffening instantly as black flame raged through its wound, devouring its life force.

It struggled to turn, but Jiang Xia twisted his wrist, unleashing a burst of sword qi that instantly shredded its internal organs!

“Boom!”

The giant ape crashed to the ground, its fierce glow fading rapidly. The surrounding horde of beasts plunged into chaos, losing unified command and halting their assault.

“Target eliminated. Transmitting next position!” Jiang Xia’s voice echoed through the squad channel.

“Well done!” Wang Teng cheered from the wall, swinging his Soul Devouring Scythe faster, “Brothers, Lao Xia got it! Push harder—drive these beasts back!”

As he spoke, dense beams of energy and spiritual projectiles rained down from the wall to cover Jiang Xia.

But before they could launch another attack, a terrifying pressure erupted from deep within the beast horde!

“Roar!!!”

Amidst a deafening roar, over twenty massive figures tore through the smoke and dust, appearing behind the battlefield.

Each differed in form—some towering like mountains, others swift as ghosts—but all radiated a spiritual pressure far beyond Wang Jie, reaching catastrophic levels!

Over twenty catastrophic-level beasts appeared at once! This was nearly their entire force unleashed!

“Catastrophic-level? So many?!” Wang Teng’s scalp prickled as he watched from the wall.

Two or three catastrophic-level beasts Jiang Xia’s group could still hold off—but twenty? Even the Heavenly Prodigies protected by the Shanhai Order were powerless.

Yet, almost simultaneously with the appearance of these twenty beasts, dozens of overwhelming auras erupted from Shanhai Pass, Tianmen Pass, Disha Pass, and Renyuan Pass!

“Venerable Realm, follow me to meet the enemy!” A veteran of the Beast Suppression Army roared, blasting forward as a streak of light.

Immediately after, over thirty Venerable Realm experts from the Ye, Su, Qin, and Akatsuki clans, the Underworld, the Burning Heaven Pavilion, and the Sword Tomb, along with the Wu Alliance, unleashed their full auras and charged headlong toward the twenty catastrophic-level beasts!

In an instant, the air and earth before the wall became a bloody battleground between Venerable Realm experts and catastrophic-level beasts. The clashes of energy roared like endless thunder; dazzling spiritual light and explosive arcane flashes blinded the eye; shockwaves ripped through, tearing apart lower-level beasts and the ground alike.

A Ye clan Venerable wielded a long spear, thrusting like a dragon, locked in combat with a catastrophic eight-armed stone ape; spear shadows clashed with stone fists, sparks flying everywhere.

The Underworld’s top assassins moved like phantoms through shadows, their daggers flashing to draw crimson blooms from the bodies of catastrophic beasts.

The Burning Heaven Pavilion’s Venerable commanded torrents of flame, shaping them into fire dragons and phoenixes, locked in fierce stalemate with a freezing ice serpent spewing dark primordial water.

The Sword Tomb’s Sword Venerable merged with his blade, sword qi stretching a thousand li, shattering the armored scales of a gold-plated earth dragon famed for its defense!

The scene fell into temporary stalemate; human Venerables, relying on numbers and coordination, barely held back the first wave of catastrophic beasts.

But every heart sank. Because this was only the beginning.

Indeed, as the Venerable battlefield grew desperate, five even more terrifying auras—

carrying a hint of Saint-level pressure—awoke like ancient beasts slumbering for ten thousand years, racing across the distant horizon.

Half-Saints! Five half-Saint-level Shanhai beasts!

Even before fully revealing themselves, their spreading pressure froze the air, severely suppressing even Venerable Realm movements.

“Filthy beasts! Itachi seek death!”

At this critical moment, from within Shanhai Pass, several auras brimming with law fluctuations—stronger, denser—shot skyward!

The human Saints who had been holding the pass finally moved!

General Ye Ting gripped his dragon-patterned spear, stepped forward, and appeared instantly at the horizon, spear tip aimed deep into the beast horde, his voice thundering: “Yinglong! Taotie! Since Itachi’ve come, step forth and fight!”

Commander Lu Wujiu was wreathed in purple lightning, golden greatsword in hand like a thunder god descending, coldly facing another direction: “Hiding in shadows, do Itachi even deserve to call yourselves Saints?”

War God Ye Qing’s battle aura surged wildly, his dharma form solidifying behind him, staring straight into the depths of the beast horde!

Yet, almost simultaneously with the human Saints’ appearance, a vast rift tore open behind the beast horde.

A dragon’s roar shook the heavens; Yinglong’s massive body, covered in blue dragon scales and entwined with wind, clouds, lightning, and thunder, slithered forth, radiating Saintly pressure like an abyss.

Black mist churned; Taotie’s ravenous maw, capable of swallowing heaven and earth, emitted a soul-shaking aura.

Not only that—three more monstrous Saint-level beasts appeared, each with unique forms but equally terrifying auras.

Di Jiang, shaped like a yellow sack, glowing red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings; Qiongqi, entirely crimson, tiger-like, with wings on its back; and Zhu Huai, human-faced, leopard-bodied, with ox-like ears and a single eye on its forehead!

Five demonic Saints! Facing three human Saints on the surface!

“Hmph. Three Saints? Itachi think Itachi can block our army?” Yinglong’s voice was icy, radiating undeniable authority.

“Where’s Mo Yuan? Afraid to show himself?”

“What about us?”

At that moment, two more powerful Saint-level auras erupted from within Shanhai Pass! Though slightly raw and less refined than veteran Saints, they were undeniably Saint Realm!

These were two newly ascended Saints, empowered by the resurgence of human destiny—one from the Beast Suppression Army, one from the Burning Heaven Pavilion!

Five against five! The Saint battlefield settled into tense stalemate—the clash of Saint-level combat was moments away!

And precisely as Saint pressure filled the air, suppressing all life into near suffocation, the five half-Saint-level Shanhai beasts seized the chance to charge the wall defenses!

Their target: destroy the wall, shatter human defense!

“No!” Everyone’s faces turned ashen. Saints were tied up by their demonic counterparts; Venerables were locked in combat with catastrophic beasts—who could stop the half-Saints?

At this critical instant!

“Whir!” “Whir!” “Whir!”…

From sealed chambers across Shanhai Pass, powerful figures shattered their seals and burst forth!

From the Ye clan, an elderly man with snow-white hair but a posture as straight as a pine stepped forward, his blood qi blazing like a furnace—he was a half-Saint!

He was Ye Cangqiong, brother of Ye Ting and one of the Ye clan’s hidden pillars!

From the back mountain of the Sword Tomb, a piercing sword intent shot skyward; a middle-aged swordsman, holding an ancient blade, his face weathered and solemn, appeared—he was Sword Tomb’s Grand Elder, Jian Wuhen!