Chapter 529: One Sword, One Demon Exterminated!

Wu Sanniang chuckled in a seductive voice.

"Old Man Duan, this boy's body is luminous, his blood qi like a dragon—perfect material for a poison cauldron. If refined into a 'human gu,' it will yield an extraordinary poison. His essence and blood are yours; his body belongs to me."

Their tones were casual, as if Chen Mu were already within their grasp, completely ignoring Ning Zhixi and Zhuying Daoist beside them.

As for Chen Mu's possible hidden strength?

In their eyes, at most he was a Land Altar realm cultivator with a manifested spirit—no match for the combined might of two veteran Ascended Soul Altar experts.

On the platform, Zhuying Daoist's face was ashen, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped the "Jia Mu Ling Xin."

Two Ascended Soul Altar experts!

This pressure far exceeded their prior expectations.

She looked at Chen Mu, her eyes already tinged with despair.

Ning Zhixi gripped her sword hilt tightly, knuckles white, yet her gaze remained resolute, standing half a step beside Chen Mu, showing not the slightest retreat.

Chen Mu acted as if he hadn't heard their words, not even glancing at the Blood River or the Mottled Poison Sea.

He merely slowly raised his head, gazing at the night sky, as if admiring the night, or perhaps waiting for something.

"Pretending to be divine!"

Duan Tianhe snorted, his patience exhausted, and waved his hand, "My sons, seize them! Keep the boy alive—the other two, dead or alive, doesn't matter!"

"Kill!"

"Seize them!"

Amidst fierce shouts, over twenty Land Altar realm demons, plus countless more Innate Realm demon disciples behind them, surged forward like beasts released from their cages, each unleashing their methods, transforming into streaks of varied, ferocious aura-light, engulfed in overwhelming demonic energy, bloodlight, and poison mist, rushing from all directions toward the tiny platform.

In an instant, demonic flames roared skyward, ghosts wailed and gods screamed, as if determined to erase Ting Lei Cliff entirely from the earth.

Facing this siege that would leave any Land Altar realm warrior hopeless, Chen Mu finally moved.

Hua~

A blade of light suddenly erupted.

The Xian Long Sword emerged from Chen Mu's palm, leaping automatically into his grip.

Shua!

The sword qi surged like a rainbow—supremely yang, supremely righteous, pure and unadulterated, as if containing a blazing sun, bearing the entirety of heaven and earth's righteous, unyielding will.

Where the sword light shone, the surging demonic energy, bloodlight, and poison mist shattered like they met their nemesis, hissing "chichi" as they rapidly dissolved and scattered.

A powerful, vast sword intent surged upward.

It was not merely sharpness, speed, or some elemental sword intent.

It was the pure, true martial intent of the True Martial Sword Art: to slay demons and purify the cosmos.

Beneath the encompassing might of this vast sword intent, every demon cultivator rushing forward—regardless of rank—felt their spirit violently shaken, as if crushed by an invisible divine mountain, their movements sluggish, their true qi and true origin sluggish and obstructed, even their thoughts stiffening.

Some Innate Realm demon disciples with weak wills screamed in agony and fell from midair, blood streaming from all seven orifices, their souls utterly extinguished by the pure sword intent.

Chen Mu stood with sword in hand, enveloped in blazing sword light and intent, not even glancing at the demon cultivators now paralyzed and weakened by the sword intent; his gaze locked directly onto the two most formidable figures ahead.

Duan Tianhe and Wu Sanniang.

Shula~!

A thick, barrel-sized, blindingly white sword qi erupted with the aura of supreme yang judgment.

No flashy techniques, no complex variations—just a simple, straight horizontal slash.

Where the sword qi passed, space was furrowed by a clearly visible black trail—the mark of space briefly severed.

Within the sword qi, the supreme yang True Martial sword intent, the fifth-layer demon-slaying will, and the Xian Long Sword's tearing force merged into one terrifying power, specifically designed to suppress and crush all yin and demonic energy.

"No good!"

"Retreat quickly!"

Duan Tianhe and Wu Sanniang's faces turned ashen; the instant the horrifying sword qi appeared, their Ascended Soul Altar spiritual senses screamed warnings—a lethal threat like icy water poured over their heads.

They finally understood: they had grossly underestimated this seemingly young opponent.

Duan Tianhe roared, his Blood River violently reversing, forming a shield dozens of zhang thick, shimmering with light—the "Ten Thousand Evil Blood Shield"—before him, while he himself retreated in a flash.

Wu Sanniang shrieked, her Mottled Poison Sea boiling, coalescing into the spectral image of a nine-headed, monstrous "Ten Thousand Poison Heavenly Centipede," lunging toward the sword qi, while she herself transformed into an invisible wisp of poison smoke and fled afar.

Yet all was in vain.

The sword qi swept across.

The "Ten Thousand Evil Blood Shield" shattered like paper, instantly pierced and torn apart; Duan Tianhe's protective blood gang and defensive treasures, the moment they touched the sword qi, melted and vaporized like snow beneath the sun.

His Land Altar realm flesh defense lasted but an instant before being split open, severed into two halves, blood spraying midair.

The spectral "Ten Thousand Poison Heavenly Centipede" couldn't even delay the sword qi for a heartbeat—upon contact, it was purified into nothingness by the sword qi's supreme yang force and demon-slaying intent.

The fleeing invisible poison smoke was struck by the sword qi's residual waves, emitting an ear-splitting, agonized scream, then dissolving into mist; Wu Sanniang's body was cleaved into two pieces midair, falling to the ground amid a rain of blood.

The two veteran demon lords of the Ascended Soul Altar realm, under Chen Mu's True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword Art, infused with five layers of sword intent and wielded with the Xian Long Sword, couldn't even block a single strike—they were slain midair!

And this was only the beginning.

The hundred-zhang-wide sword qi, after slaying the two elder demons, did not slow—like the scythe of death—it continued sweeping toward the stunned, soul-shattered Land Altar demons and Innate Realm disciples behind them.

"No—"

Terrified, desperate screams rose.

The sword qi swept past!

The twenty-plus Land Altar demons, like straw men in a gale, had their protective gang qi shattered, their bodies severed into halves or torn into pieces.

Thick bloodstains, mingled with severed limbs, splattered the ground and drifted through the night air.

【Corpse detected. Collect?】

"Yes!"

……

One sword, only one sword.

From Duan Tianhe and Wu Sanniang downward, all the Mo Sect elite who had attacked were utterly exterminated.

The thick, brilliant sword qi finally struck the distant cliff face, leaving behind a deep, bottomless, mirror-smooth gash, as if a celestial deity had carved a judgment seal into the mountain with a sword as pen.

The sword qi dissipated; the Xian Long Sword emitted a satisfied, clear chime, its aura retracting.

Chen Mu's own aura likewise quietly receded, as if it had never been.

He remained in that unremarkable blue robe, standing calmly upon the platform, his long sword alone glowing with contained radiance, revealing its extraordinariness.

The wind from the deep ravine, carrying moisture, brushed past, stirring the blood-laden air and awakening Ning Zhi Xi and Zhuqing Daoren from their stunned silence.

Zhuqing Daoren drew a deep breath, suppressing the tumultuous shock within him; his gaze toward Chen Mu had shifted from initial equal cooperation to profound reverence.

One sword wiped out the Mo Sect elite led by two Great Ascension Soul Altar elders… such power…

She stepped forward and bowed deeply: "Young Master Chen, your sword art is peerless, your slaughter of the demons—this Daoist thanks you, Young Master."

Chen Mu gave a slight nod in acknowledgment, his gaze already turning toward the region above the ravine where spatial fluctuations were most active.

With the Mo Sect forces destroyed, the aura here had grown considerably purer; the resonance at that node had become clearer and more stable on the Jia Mu Ling Xin.

"The Mo Sect intruders are gone. Next, we open the entrance."