Chapter 600: The Dharma-Defining Seal—How Do You Know Demon Art!

Xu Xiyue hadn't expected Zhu Zhiqian, the Holy Son of the Blood Demon Sect, to be forced into using the "Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Demon Art" so soon.

In truth, with Zhu Zhiqian's cultivation and the demonic arts he controlled, the Blood Shadow Demon Art's ultra-fast blood-dash technique already rendered him invincible.

If he played it safe, Xie Guan would surely lose.

Master Lianchi's "Tidal Buddha Hand" could not be used more than a few times by Xie Guan's current cultivation level.

Yet here they were, in this situation.

Xu Xiyue always felt the young boy standing calmly at the edge of the pit had been plotting every step.

He had anticipated Zhu Zhiqian would strike first, then used mockery to lure him step by step into this exact scenario.

This underage bastard son of the Xie family was growing increasingly impressive to her.

The three guards looked tense—it was the critical moment of the battle.

The Demon Master's expression revealed no joy or sorrow.

The lame old man quietly gathered his qi; externally calm, his body churned like thunder with ninth-rank martial cultivation.

You held the bone whip, smiling at Zhu Zhiqian, whose hair hung wild and disheveled.

"I only meant to take your head and give you a quick death—for the sake of Zhang Yuzhi."

Your voice was quiet, merely repeating Zhu Zhiqian's own words.

Zhu Zhiqian, who had hesitated moments before, could no longer contain himself—demonic qi surged from his hands.

"Zhang Yuzhi? You're not even worthy to speak her name."

"Xie Guan, you're asking for death!"

His blood boiled—he abandoned all hesitation. His wounded body healed instantly as he unleashed the Blood Shadow Demon Art.

He became a demon incarnate!

You released your grip, letting Zhu Zhiqian reclaim the bone whip.

You gazed at him calmly.

Before Zhu Zhiqian's chest, a churning river of blood swarmed with demonic shadows, black clouds of screaming skulls, their wails scraping like fingernails on stone.

The three guards heard it as demonic sound—their eardrums swelled; they immediately channeled internal qi to block their ears.

One guard, a martial cultivator, failed to guard his spirit—he trembled internally, blood trickled from his nostrils, and his spirit withered.

Remember this!

The three guards, like Zhu Zhiqian, were all mid-tier martial cultivators—and yet they were shaken by the aura of the "Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Demon Art."

The old monk murmured, "Namo Amitabha Buddha."

Though soft, the voice carried Buddhist tranquility that dispelled the demonic art.

The guard slowly woke and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Master Lianchi."

Xu Xiyue recognized this move—it was the "Heaven and Earth Weeping" from the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Demon Art.

It could attack the primordial spirit, and the ghostly skulls weighed nearly ten thousand jin each; combined with their momentum, they could pierce straight through a pavilion.

Moreover, the spirits could be controlled by the primordial spirit to track targets—nearly impossible to evade.

Mid-tier cultivators could only flee; even she, who had ignited her spiritual flame, feared she could not resist.

She watched as Zhu Zhiqian summoned over a hundred skulls and felt her scalp tighten.

How would Xie Guan respond?

Xu Xiyue's eyes brimmed with deep concern.

Zhu Zhiqian swung his arms forward—the blood river surged, and skull after skull flew out, swarming toward you.

Like demons bursting from their nest, roaring at you, thick with ghostly shadows.

You slowly formed a Buddha seal in your hands.

Your palms gently opened, right palm up, resting atop the left, thumbs touching.

An aura of immovable stillness, sealing all realms, spread outward.

You unclasped your hands and lightly pointed.

Before your fingertip, a void vortex formed, slowly rotating and expanding, filled with sealing and spatial power.

The Demon Master frowned slightly at the white void.

The old monk clasped his hands and smiled.

At that moment!

A strange sight appeared!

The demonic skulls from the blood river, before even reaching you, fell into the white vortex like dumplings into boiling water.

In no time!

Every skull within the entire blood sea was swallowed by the vortex.

Zhu Zhiqian's sneer froze on his face.

What was happening? He lost all sense of connection to his blood river.

"Xie Guan, what did you do…?"

You lightly tapped the void again—the vortex collapsed, like a slit being stitched shut.

All the skull-demons summoned by Zhu Zhiqian's "Heaven and Earth Weeping" were swallowed into the vortex.

The three guards stared, dumbfounded—the blood river had vanished before their eyes.

Zhu Zhiqian, who had been so arrogant moments before, now wore only confusion.

Xu Xiyue's face stiffened—the "Heaven and Earth Weeping" of the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Demon Art had been entirely swallowed.

What technique was this?

Xu Xiyue suddenly recalled: just now, in the Five-Colored Liuli Realm, Xie Guan had formed a seal radiating supreme Buddhist intent.

The "Dharma-Defining Seal"—one of the three supreme Buddha seals.

Capable of anchoring the Void and sealing all realms.

Zhu Zhiqian's face was blank—he refused to believe what he saw.

After using the "Heaven and Earth Weeping," he had drained over half his internal power; now his qi and blood were both depleted.

He licked his lips, glanced around—his gaze swept over the lame old man, then settled on Shen Kui.

Instantly!

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

Before Shen Kui could react, a blood hand appeared, gripping his throat—fiery blood poison surged into his organs, his heart spasmed instantly.

"What are you—"

"Ugh…"

Zhu Zhiqian exhaled warm breath onto Shen Kui's face, opened his sharp teeth, and bit down hard on his neck.

"Help—"

"Help—me!"

Zhu Zhiqian bit down hard; Shen Kui flailed helplessly, arms outstretched.

Shen Kui's final gaze fell on Xie Guan, calm and distant across the way.

He had come here because of Xie Guan—and now he died because of him.

Most hateful of all: this man had never once looked at him.

Shen Kui struggled to break free—a massive hand crushed his ribs, plunged into his chest; Zhu Zhiqian pressed his face against the wound, sucking greedily.

Shen Kui was dead!

The Demon Master ignored him.

The lame old man merely watched coldly—a primordial spirit cultivator at the Sixth Stage, "Opening Stars," had no right to meddle.

From the start, it was certain: collateral damage meant certain death.

The three guards drew a sharp breath—this scene was brutally gruesome; Shen Kui had been drained into a skeleton.

Their cultivation levels were similar to Shen Kui's.

The Blood Shadow Demon Art granted near-total dominance over cultivators of the same tier.

Without preparation, they might not survive a single strike.

Zhu Zhiqian wiped the blood from his lips and casually tossed aside Shen Kui's desiccated corpse.

His face flushed red—half his lost qi and blood had been restored.

"Old men grow weak, their blood grows stale… sticky to the teeth."

Zhu Zhiqian turned back to you, his eyes regaining their luster.

Xu Xiyue watched Zhu Zhiqian's cultivation nearly restored—her expression darkened.

Could Xie Guan still summon the Buddha's voice?

Zhu Zhiqian could still unleash the "Heaven and Earth Weeping" once more.

"What just happened?"

Zhu Zhiqian refused to believe such a marvel came from a bastard son of the Xie family.

He channeled the "Heaven and Earth Weeping" again—the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Demon Art.

Demonic qi filled the air; a blood river reformed on his chest, teeming with ghostly shadows, a hundred skulls coalescing anew.

You formed a seal with both hands, fingers moving gently.

Another vortex appeared, similar to before—but previously white.

Now it was black, thick with seething demonic qi.

Zhu Zhiqian's face hardened. "You know demonic arts."

From the vortex emerged a river of blood, identical to the demonic art Zhu Zhiqian had just summoned.

Zhu Zhiqian's face twisted with disbelief. "This is..."

How is this possible!

The strange phenomenon emerging from the vortex was none other than his own recently cast demonic art: "Heaven and Earth Weep."

"How do you know the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Crushing Demonic Art..."

The three guards stared at the vortex in the boy's hand, where demonic energy churned and a river of blood was about to surge forth.

The three exchanged glances. "Young Master Xie, how do you know demonic arts..."

The old monk saw this and said, "Good."

PS: The word count is a bit short—I'll add more tomorrow!

(End of Chapter)