Chapter 33: Golden Core Divine Might, Axe Splits Demon Immortal

He spat out a trident, entirely black and inscribed with strange runes, which appeared in his hand.

The moment the trident emerged, it released a thick stench of blood—clearly a demonic weapon steeped in slaughter.

“Black Water Surges Heavenward!”

The black-armored youth raised the trident high and slammed it downward.

“Boom!”

The sea below exploded instantly.

Tens of thousands of tons of seawater, as if manipulated by an invisible force, transformed into a monstrous black water dragon, roaring as it surged toward Su Chen atop the cliff.

Where the water dragon passed, even the air hissed as if being corroded—clearly, the seawater contained deadly poison.

Facing this devastating strike, Su Chen’s expression finally shifted slightly.

He did not choose to resist head-on, nor did he use the technique of shrinking distance to evade.

Instead, he raised his right hand into a sword finger and lightly slashed toward the roaring water dragon.

“Stop!”

A single word escaped his lips.

The voice was quiet, yet carried an uncanny power—words becoming law.

The once ferocious black water dragon, moments from swallowing the entire cliff, froze abruptly midair.

Time itself seemed paused at that instant.

The massive water dragon hung motionless in the air, jaws wide and claws outstretched, not a single droplet falling.

“This… this is impossible?”

The black-armored youth’s eyes bulged—he could feel his connection to the water dragon severed by an invisible force.

His prideful water-controlling technique appeared child’s play before his opponent.

As his spirit reeled, Su Chen struck again.

His form blurred and vanished from his original spot.

No!

The black-armored youth’s alarm bells rang wildly; without hesitation, he crossed the trident before his chest and unleashed every ounce of his demonic power, forming a thick layer of black defensive aura.

Almost the instant he completed this defense—

“Thud!”

A deep, bell-like boom erupted in his chest.

An indescribable force, transmitted through the trident, slammed into his defensive aura.

“Crack!”

The aura, capable of withstanding strikes from magic treasures, shattered like fragile glass in less than a breath.

“Spit!”

The black-armored youth was struck as if by lightning—he vomited a gout of black demonic blood and flew backward like a severed kite, crashing heavily into the sea below, stirring up towering waves.

Su Chen’s figure slowly materialized where the black-armored youth had stood.

In his hand, he now held an ordinary-looking axe.

It was the same iron axe he had once used to chop wood on Fangcun Mountain.

Yet now, infused with immortal energy, its blade glowed with a faint golden radiance, exuding an unstoppable, razor-sharp edge.

“Cough… cough…”

The sea erupted as the black-armored youth staggered out, battered and broken.

The black scales on his chest were completely caved in, riddled with cracks—clearly ruined.

His face was pale, his breath weak; staring at Su Chen hovering in midair, his eyes finally brimmed with genuine terror.

“Who are you? This isn’t the power of an ordinary Immortal!” His voice trembled.

One strike!

He had been defeated in a single strike, with no chance to fight back.

That seemingly ordinary axe blow contained a power so brutal it was overwhelming.

That force was not merely the depth of immortal energy—it carried an intent of invincibility, unyielding to all.

In his perception, his demonic power was as feeble as tofu before Su Chen’s immortal energy.

“Now you ask? Too late.”

Su Chen had no intention of wasting words.

Cut the grass but leave the roots, and the wind will bring it back.

Since he had already struck, he would never let a tiger return to the mountains.

He raised the Kai Shan Axe, and immortal energy surged into it once more.

“No! Immortal Master, spare me! Spare me!”

Seeing this, the black-armored youth was terrified beyond reason—he forgot all dignity of a demonic immortal, dropped to his knees on the water’s surface, and pounded his head in desperate pleas.

“This servant was blind to Mount Tai! I offended the Immortal! Please, Immortal, pity this servant’s hard-won cultivation and spare my life! I abandon the cave! I’ll leave at once and never dare show my face before you again!”

Yet Su Chen’s gaze remained unmoved.

He was no indiscriminate killer, but neither was he a soft-hearted saint.

This black-armored youth reeked of blood—he was no good soul, his hands surely stained with countless lives.

Moreover, he would never commit the foolish act of letting a tiger return to the wild.

“Next life, learn to open your eyes.”

As Su Chen spoke, he brought the axe down.

This strike used no flashy technique—only his purest, most concentrated power.

A golden axe-light, over ten zhang long, tore free from the blade, splitting the sky with a force of primordial creation, descending upon the kneeling, pleading black-armored youth.

“No!”

The black-armored youth let out a desperate scream, his eyes filled with endless regret and terror.

He tried to flee, but the axe-light locked onto his body—he could not escape, no matter how far he ran.

“Boom!”

The golden axe-light instantly engulfed the black-armored youth and the sea beneath him.

No cry. No struggle.

When the light faded, no trace of the black-armored youth remained—only a deep, bottomless fissure in the sea, slow to heal.

Seawater rushed in with a thunderous roar.

The black-armored youth had been utterly annihilated—his body and primordial spirit erased, not even a fragment of his soul left behind.

Su Chen slowly sheathed the axe, gazing at the churning sea below, his heart utterly still.

This was his first true killing of an equal since becoming an Immortal.

He realized his strength surpassed even his own expectations.

His “Supreme Golden Core True Explanation” was the supreme Dao passed down by Patriarch Bodhi—emphasizing slow accumulation, deep roots, and immense foundation.

The golden core immortal energy he cultivated was inherently superior in quality to that of his peers.

Moreover, he had acquired Yang Mei the Great Immortal’s discarded form, completing the Wood Dao pattern above the Golden Core and gaining an additional Space Dao pattern.

In truth, though he had only just entered Human Immortal realm, his true combat power likely rivaled even seasoned Human Immortals—and neared Earth Immortal territory.

“So this is the power of the Golden Core Dao…”

Su Chen murmured softly, his confidence in his future path deepening.

He calmed his spirit, ceased further thought, turned, and fixed his gaze once more on the cliff wall concealing the cave.