Chapter 339

Xu Xiyue had not expected that Zhu Ziqian, the Holy Son of the Blood Demon Sect, would be forced to use the "Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Demon Art" so quickly.

In fact, given Zhu Ziqian's cultivation and the demonic arts he possessed, he was already in an invincible position by relying on the extreme speed of the "Blood Shadow Demon Art."

If he played it safe, Lu Chen would undoubtedly lose!

With Lu Chen's cultivation, he could not use Master Lianchi's "Surging Waves Buddha Hand" many times.

Yet, this was the situation they had reached.

Xu Xiyue always felt that the youth standing at the edge of the pit with a steady expression had been planning every step of the way.

He had anticipated that Zhu Ziqian would strike first, then used the opportunity to "taunt" him, step by step "luring" Zhu Ziqian into this predetermined situation.

This illegitimate son of the Xie family, who had not yet reached the age of capping, made her look at him with increasing admiration.

The three guards looked nervous; they had reached the critical moment of the battle.

No joy or sorrow could be seen on the Demon Master's face.

The lame old man quietly gathered his Qi; while his Ninth-Rank Martial Path cultivation appeared calm on the outside, his body was thundering like a storm within.

You held the bone whip, looked at the disheveled Zhu Ziqian, and smiled.

"I originally only intended to take your head and give you a quick end, out of respect for Yuzhi."

Your voice was not loud; you simply repeated what Zhu Ziqian had just said.

Zhu Ziqian, who had been somewhat hesitant, could finally endure no more, demonic Qi rolling in his hands.

"Yuzhi is not someone a piece of trash like you can call by name."

"Lu Chen, you are truly courting death!"

His entire body's blood boiled, and without any further hesitation, his previously wounded body healed in an instant as he pushed the Blood Shadow Demon Art to its limit.

He looked like a demon!

You gently let go, allowing Zhu Ziqian to retract the bone whip in his hand.

You looked at him indifferently.

On Zhu Ziqian's chest, a churning river of blood appeared, filled with demonic shadows, black clouds, and shrieking skulls; the shrill, incessant wailing sounded like fingers scraping against the ground.

The three guards felt it like demonic sounds, their eardrums swelling, and they hurriedly channeled their internal Qi to block their ears.

One of the guards who practiced the Martial Path was caught off guard; his primordial spirit shook, blood flowed from his nostrils, and his spirit withered.

You must know!

The three guards were, like Zhu Ziqian, martial artists in the middle three realms of the Martial Path, yet they were intimidated by the power radiating from this "Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Demon Art."

The old monk uttered, "Namo Amitabha!"

Although his voice was soft, a Buddhist Zen intent dispelled the demonic art.

The guard slowly regained consciousness and hurriedly said, "Many thanks, Master Lianchi."

Xu Xiyue, however, recognized this move as the "Heaven and Earth Wailing" from the Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Demon Art.

Not only could it attack the primordial spirit, but the ghostly skulls within it weighed nearly ten thousand jin; combined with the force of the impact, it could literally bore through a pavilion.

Moreover, the ghosts could be tracked by the primordial spirit, making them difficult to dodge.

Cultivators in the middle three realms could only flee; even she, having already ignited her divine fire, would likely find it difficult to resist.

Watching Zhu Ziqian summon over a hundred skulls, she couldn't help but feel her scalp tingle.

How would Lu Chen respond to this?

Xu Xiyue's eyes were filled with deep concern.

Zhu Ziqian waved his arms forward, the river of blood surged, and "skulls" flew out one after another, swarming toward you.

They roared toward you like demons leaving their nest, filled with ghostly shadows.

You formed a Buddha seal with your hands, unhurriedly.

Your hands slowly opened, your right palm facing upward, resting on your left palm, with the tips of both thumbs touching.

An aura of immovable stillness, sealing all realms, permeated the air.

You released the hand seal and pointed gently.

A void vortex formed in front of your fingertip, slowly rotating and expanding bit by bit, filled with the power of sealing and space.

The Demon Master frowned slightly at the sight of this void white hole.

The old monk pressed his palms together and grinned.

At this moment!

A strange scene occurred!

The demonic shadow skulls of the blood river, before even touching you, entered the white vortex in front of you like "dumplings being dropped into a pot."

Before long!

All the skulls in the entire sea of blood had been scooped into the vortex.

The ferocious grin on Zhu Ziqian's face came to an abrupt halt.

What was happening? He had lost his connection to this sea of blood.

"Lu Chen, what did you do..."

You pointed gently at the void again, and the vortex in front of you closed up like a seam being pulled shut.

The skull blood demons released by the "Heaven and Earth Wailing" that Zhu Ziqian had just used were all tossed into the vortex.

The three guards were dumbfounded, a river of blood having suddenly vanished right before their eyes.

The previously arrogant Zhu Ziqian was left with a blank expression.

Xu Xiyue was also stunned; the "Heaven and Earth Wailing" from the Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Demon Art had actually been completely "swallowed."

What kind of technique was this?

Xu Xiyue suddenly remembered that just now, in the Five-Colored Glazed Realm, Lu Chen had formed a hand seal that radiated supreme Zen intent.

It was one of the three supreme hand seals of Buddhism—the "Dharma Realm Seal."

It possessed the power to return all to the void and seal all realms.

Zhu Ziqian's expression was blank, unwilling to believe the scene before him.

After using the "Heaven and Earth Wailing," he had already exhausted more than half of his internal power and was now both physically and energetically drained.

He licked his lips, his eyes scanning the surroundings, passing over the lame old man and finally landing on Shen Kuan.

In an instant!

A trail of blood stretched straight toward Shen Kuan's feet.

Before Shen Kuan could react, a blood hand arrived, tightly gripping his throat; a scorching blood poison entered his internal organs, and his heart palpitated instantly.

"What are you doing..."

"Ugh..."

Zhu Ziqian exhaled warm air onto Shen Kuan's face, opened his fine teeth, and bit down hard on his neck.

"Save—"

"Save—me!"

Zhu Ziqian bit down tightly on his neck, Shen Kuan's arms spread wide, struggling helplessly.

Shen Kuan's final gaze turned toward Lu Chen, who stood not far away with a calm expression.

He had come today because of Lu Chen, and he died because of him.

What was most hateful was that this person seemed never to have looked at him more than once from beginning to end.

Shen Kuan tried to break free, but a large hand shattered his ribs and reached directly into his chest; Zhu Ziqian pressed his entire face into it, sucking greedily.

Shen Kuan perished!

The Demon Master turned a blind eye to it.

The lame old man merely watched coldly; what qualifications did a primordial spirit cultivator at the "Star-Opening" stage of the Sixth Realm have to get involved?

It was destined from the start that the innocent bystander would surely die.

The three guards gasped; the scene was truly brutal, Shen Kuan having been sucked into a husk.

The three of them were of similar cultivation to Shen Kuan.

Practicing the "Blood Shadow Demon Art" gave one an almost crushing advantage over cultivators of the same realm.

If caught unprepared, one might not even be able to withstand a single move.

Zhu Ziqian wiped the blood from his mouth and casually discarded the now skin-and-bones Shen Kuan.

His complexion was rosy, the blood and Qi he had lost having been replenished.

"Old and frail, the blood is old too... sticks to the teeth."

Zhu Ziqian looked at you again, his eyes regaining their luster.

Xu Xiyue looked at Zhu Ziqian, who had recovered most of his cultivation, and her expression darkened.

Could Lu Chen still use the Buddha sound?

Zhu Ziqian could still launch another "Heaven and Earth Wailing."

"What was that just now?"

Zhu Ziqian did not believe that the miracle just now had come from an illegitimate son of the Xie family.

He channeled the "Heaven and Earth Wailing" again, this move of the Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Demon Art.

The surrounding demonic Qi was sinister, a river of blood on his chest, within which ghostly shadows swarmed, once again condensing over a hundred skulls.

You formed a Buddha seal with your hands and traced your fingers gently.

Another vortex similar to the previous one appeared, though the previous one had been white.

This time, it was a black vortex, filled with sinister demonic Qi.

Zhu Ziqian's expression froze, "You know demonic arts."

A river of blood appeared within the vortex, identical to the demonic art Zhu Ziqian was channeling.

Zhu Ziqian's face was filled with disbelief, "This is..."

How could this be possible!

The strange phenomenon flowing from the vortex was none other than the "Heaven and Earth Wailing" of the Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Demon Art he had just performed.

"How do you also know the Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Demon Art..."

The three guards watched the demonic Qi surging within the vortex in the youth's hand, a river of blood about to burst forth.

The three looked at each other, "Young Master Chen, how do you know demonic arts..."

Seeing this, the old monk uttered, "Good!"

PS: The word count is a bit low, I will make up for it tomorrow!

(End of chapter)