Chapter 112: True Demon Calamity Wave Illusion Divine Path!

"Who?"

"Get out!"

Just as the eighteen Blood Shadow Demon Sect cultivators were angrily berating Chen Zheng, a cold, eerie voice sounded overhead, startling them.

Swish swish swish!

The eighteen reacted instantly; various magical treasures flew from their bodies, all of them flying swords, each bristling with sword qi, slashing wildly toward the source of the voice overhead.

But at that moment, a silhouette appeared in the sky.

The figure's features were indistinct, towering as if holding up the heavens; its massive stature blocked all the sun, moon, and starlight, plunging the world into an indescribable darkness.

The silhouette was Chen Zheng.

He made no obvious move, yet centered on him, the ambient qi within hundreds of miles began to collapse continuously, as if the very heavens were being smashed down by his single hand—an awe‑inspiring, terrifying sight.

Seeing this scene, the members of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect were horrified, realizing they faced a dreadful foe and tried to flee.

But the collapsing qi instantly reduced them to nothingness, not even a scream could be uttered.

All eighteen were annihilated.

Swish!

Chen Zheng flicked his hand, and all the magical treasures the others had left behind flew into his sleeves.

Eighteen black gourds hovered before him.

"Not bad, enough for me to condense one hundred and eight battle‑soul relics," Chen Zheng said after a brief glance, a smile appearing on his face.

Each black gourd was specially crafted, containing its own pocket space equipped with a Soul‑Swallowing Formation that stored vast war‑fury qi; a slight shake emitted the sounds of ten thousand armies clashing, stirring one's blood.

This war‑fury qi had been collected over time by the Blood Shadow Demon Sect members to be handed over to the Young Master they spoke of.

Unfortunately, they left without checking the almanac; upon meeting Chen Zheng, everything was seized.

Chen Zheng was rather drowsy, and someone gave him a pillow; with little effort, it could create a magical energy source.

"How dare you kill my people and snatch the war‑fury qi I painstakingly gathered! You're courting death; your whole family will die!"

Just as he was about to cultivate with the war‑fury qi inside the gourd, a desperate, raging shout echoed from afar.

It was a young man in green attire, his hair standing on end with fury, his eyes vicious; he brandished a wholly jade‑green sword as if forged from emerald, its tip aimed at Chen Zheng, spewing hundreds of thousands of cyan beams like poisonous dragons bursting from a cave, raining down and blasting toward Chen Zheng.

"The Azure Blood Soul‑Erasing Sword, another priceless treasure. Seems my luck is truly great—stepping out of the sect and immediately hitting a big dupe,"

Chen Zheng was not startled but delighted; he extended his hand, and a faint 'Great' character shimmered in his palm.

In an instant, his hand seemed infused with a terrifying power, expanding continuously until it became a sky‑covering demonic palm, which swept away all those hundred‑thousand cyan beams in a single motion.

The demonic palm then captured the young man's Azure Blood Soul‑Erasing Sword in its palm.

No matter how he slashed or cut, the sword qi surged for hundreds of miles yet could not pierce the skin at all.

"How can this be possible!"

The green‑clad young man's eyes bulged, unable to believe what he saw.

If he wasn't mistaken, Chen Zheng's massive hand showed no magical aura, no divine skill—just his own flesh and blood.

Yet a divine‑skill cultivator primarily trains magical power, life‑seal talismans and Golden Core, even magical forms, not the mortal body.

Even though a cultivator's body grows stronger with higher realms, compared to magical treasures it remains fragile; how could one, like Chen Zheng, grip a priceless artifact without a single hair of damage?

Not even a speck of skin could be cut. Even a cultivator with Tenfold divine skill could not achieve this!

It's terrifying.

Could Chen Zheng be an ancient colossus?

At that thought, the green‑clad youth felt a desire to retreat, gritted his teeth, and turned to flee opposite Chen Zheng, neglecting even his own priceless treasure.

He turned into a teal shadow, his surrounding yang‑qi flickering like phosphorescent fire, crackling and popping, moving at blinding speed.

Simultaneously, a large dark thunder resembling a jade‑green celestial peach shot from his bosom, shaking the air as if tens of millions of catties of gunpowder exploded, raising a cloud of smoke to hide his escape route from Chen Zheng.

Bang!

But before he could get far, Chen Zheng's massive hand broke through the smoke, pinching him like a chick.

"Senior, don't kill me; I am a descendant of the Azure Blood Old Monster…"

The green‑clad youth let out a terrified shout, but before he could finish, the massive hand crushed him into a blood mist, dead beyond death.

"Azure Blood Old Monster?"

Chen Zheng withdrew his palm, placing the Azure Blood Soul‑Erasing Sword into a chaotic void, a hint of contemplation flashing across his brows.

Information on the Azure Blood Old Monster is recorded across worlds: he is a senior elder of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect, notorious for vindictive retribution and lacking any venerable demeanor.

Reading the original text!

It is said that once you offend him, or your slander reaches his ears, even if you hide within your sect, he will watch you from outside daily, devising every method to kill you until you and your nine clans are eradicated.

Even a minor warrior of the Mortal Secret Realm cannot escape; death is inevitable.

Legend has it that when the Yellow Springs Emperor ruled, he once tried to eliminate the Azure Blood Old Monster, but the monster escaped.

He is truly slippery.

But Chen Zheng cared not.

He has already offended the Taiyi Gate to death and slain a son of the Nine‑Yin Demon God; why would he care about some damn Azure Blood Old Monster?

Swish!

He shifted his form, and his steps staggered as if drunk, swaying left and right, as if he might plunge headfirst from the sky at any moment.

Strangely, he did not fall; instead he became ethereal, as if not walking among mortals but a true demon strolling the heavens.

Each step seemed to shift through void, far faster than the supreme Taiyi Flying Sky Illusion Great Method.

This is the supreme body technique he grasped within the character "Speed," called the True Demon Calamity Wave Illusion Divine Path.

While moving, not only is his speed extreme, but it is like an apocalyptic wind sweeping all sides; wherever it blows, that world collapses and people turn to disaster ash.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Chen Zheng was about to use the killing qi he had just obtained to condense the warrior soul relic, but inside the chaotic space, the five-colored jade talisman that communicated with the Forty Great Bandits suddenly trembled slightly.

And a divine sense message was transmitted, containing the location of Shadow Island, ordering the Absolute Command Island Lord to gather on the island early tomorrow morning to act together.

Normally, any communication device placed inside the chaotic space could be isolated and shielded by Chen Zheng.

But he did not do that; he was waiting for Fan Qingying's message.

Now it has finally arrived.

"I wonder if it's to plunder the Black Tortoise Pavilion?"

Chen Zheng's eyes flickered, and he headed toward the direction of the Great Northern Ocean.

Although the business of the Black Tortoise Pavilion was not as large as that of the World's Three Major Merchant Guilds, it was still considerable; surely there were abundant resources stored inside.

(End of Chapter)