Chapter 485: A Punch That Sparked a Heavenly Storm

The Demon-Imprisoning Continent, entrance to the Senluo Realm.

All demon-slaying masters on the Demon-Imprisoning Continent had gathered here at this moment.

The Supreme Realm experts formed separate formations, standing in strict readiness a hundred li beyond the Senluo Realm’s entrance.

The Earth Supreme Realm experts stood closer to the entrance, gazing at the several figures ahead—though their expressions were somewhat bewildered, their eyes burned with battle intent and resolve.

They did not know what had happened, but the fact that the Great Thousand Palace had deployed such a force clearly meant something had gone wrong in the Senluo Realm—most likely an invasion by the Outer Demonic Tribes.

Behind them lay countless lanterns of home; their families dwelled within the Great Thousand Realm, so no matter what, they would not flee without fighting.

At the position closest to the entrance, several figures stood shoulder to shoulder—all of them Earth Supreme Realm experts at the peak of their realm. Among them, an old woman with a hunched frame radiated an aura as immovable as a mountain and as profound as a deep abyss.

The only exception was that Miss Cheng.

She was merely a Lower Earth Supreme, yet she stood shoulder to shoulder with these mighty experts, even supporting the powerful old woman.

“Grandma, what exactly happened?” Miss Cheng asked, her face grave.

The old woman squinted at the entrance of the Senluo Realm and said gravely, “Half an hour ago, the entire Senluo Realm’s space suddenly trembled violently.”

“Since the Senluo Realm’s existence, such an event has only occurred when battles between Heaven Supreme Realm experts erupted within it.”

“Even a single Spirit-grade Heaven Supreme could not cause this.”

“There are only two possibilities: either a Divine-grade Heaven Supreme is unleashing full power within the Senluo Realm.”

“Or two Heaven Supreme experts are fighting within it.”

Hearing this, Miss Cheng widened her beautiful eyes and stammered, “How is that possible? The only Heaven Supreme experts our Great Thousand Palace has on the Demon-Imprisoning Continent are Itachi and Grandpa!”

The “Grandpa” she referred to was the elder who had once given Chu Yang an extremely high evaluation.

No wonder Mu Lei treated her with utmost respect—the Great Thousand Palace had only two Heaven Supreme experts on the Demon-Imprisoning Continent: her grandfather and her grandmother. With such a background, who would dare disrespect her on the Demon-Imprisoning Continent?

The old woman took a deep breath and said, “The problem lies here: we can now confirm that no Heaven Supreme expert from our Great Thousand Realm has entered the Senluo Realm.”

“Which means this is almost certainly the work of the Outer Demonic Tribes!”

………

In the center of the Senluo Realm.

Two figures stood facing each other: one a middle-aged man in black, his left half-face covered in grotesque crimson patterns.

The other was none other than the grandfather of the Cheng woman.

“Itachi say… this matter has nothing to do with Itachi?” Old Cheng frowned tightly.

The middle-aged man sneered, “If my clan truly wished to wage war, why would we resort to such underhanded methods?”

“Do Itachi really believe your couple alone could stop my clan’s army?”

Old Cheng ignored the provocation and asked again, “Where is the source of the Senluo Realm’s violent tremor?”

“I am not your Great Thousand Palace’s scout. Even if I knew, why should I tell Itachi?” The middle-aged man smirked mockingly.

Old Cheng said nothing more, only spoke calmly, “I have already asked the Great Thousand Palace elders to retrieve a sacred artifact from our treasury—one capable of locking onto the aura of every Heaven Supreme within the Senluo Realm.”

“From now on, Itachi will remain here with this old man.”

“If Itachi attempt to send a message, or if the sacred artifact detects any other Heaven Supreme of your clan within the Senluo Realm, the Great Thousand Palace will cross the Senluo Realm and annihilate your three outer continents!”

The middle-aged man’s smile slowly vanished; he narrowed his eyes. “Itachi are threatening me?”

“And if I am?” Old Cheng stood his ground, his gaze piercingly sharp.

The middle-aged man’s lips twitched—he knew well the depth of the Great Thousand Palace’s power.

Only his clan guarded the Senluo Realm’s entrance, and within his clan, there was only one Xuan Demon Emperor and three Itachi Demon Emperors, including himself.

If the Great Thousand Palace’s army advanced, his clan would be utterly defeated! Losing three continents and having the Great Thousand Realm seize back some territory would be minor; if his clan suffered devastating losses—or even annihilation—it would be no trivial matter.

Yet for a moment, the middle-aged man hesitated.

Judging by the old man’s demeanor, the earlier disturbance did not seem to be the work of the Great Thousand Palace?

But his own side had clearly sent no Heaven Supreme into the Senluo Realm!

Could it be another great clan, seeking to exploit the chaos to drive a tiger to devour a wolf and plot against his clan? As he thought this, his aura weakened slightly—he truly lacked the nerve to declare war on the Great Thousand Palace.

After a long silence, a figure rushed over, glanced at the middle-aged man, then leaned close to Old Cheng and whispered something.

Immediately, Old Cheng’s brow furrowed; he looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes filled with suspicion.

He had just received the result: under the sacred artifact’s scan, no other Heaven Supreme aura existed within the Senluo Realm—not even residual demonic energy of Heaven Supreme level.

In other words, the earlier disturbance was definitely not the work of the Outer Demonic Tribes! “Exit the Senluo Realm within one hour!”

“I advise Itachi not to play any tricks. The consequences of breaking the rules are beyond your clan’s capacity to bear!”

Helplessly, Old Cheng threw down a final threat and swept away with his companions.

The middle-aged man’s eyelid twitched slightly, as if suppressing fury—he had already decided this was the Great Thousand Palace’s doing, and now they were playing the victim.

He looked up toward a direction, clenched his fist, and gritted his teeth: “Whoever Itachi are… Itachi will die!”

………

Chu Yang did not know that his punch had nearly triggered a great war and stirred up a massive uproar.

At this moment, he continued hunting Outer Demonic Tribes; the nine demonic runes on his Yuanwu Dharma Body’s left arm glowed brighter, and a faint tenth rune had begun to surface.

He roughly estimated: if each demonic rune represented a progress bar,

then one Earth Supreme Realm peak Outer Demon could boost the bar by fifty percent.

An Upper Earth Supreme contributed about twenty percent; a Lower Earth Supreme, ten percent; a High-grade Supreme, one percent.

As for Low-grade Supremes, only a pitiful 0.5 percent.

The primordial essence of demons below Supreme Realm was still absorbed and refined by the Holy Heart, but the amount was negligible.

Only by accumulating vast numbers could it matter—but the Senluo Realm was too vast, and the Outer Demonic Tribes were never concentrated in one area; slaughtering low-rank demons en masse was exhausting and yielded little.

It wasted time and brought minimal returns.

Notably, as more Earth Supreme Realm Outer Demons fell to Chu Yang, his Demon-Slaying Points surged rapidly.

Through the Demon-Slaying Talisman, he could directly check his points—he had now accumulated over two thousand seven hundred!

In other words, measured by the points provided by Lower Earth Supreme demons, over fifty such demons had died by his hand. He had advanced from a Low-grade Demon-Slaying Master to a Mid-grade Demon-Slaying Master.

Chu Yang sensed that continuing this way made it hard to maximize the absorption of faith energy—he was about to ascend to High-grade Demon-Slaying Master, and even on the Demon-Slaying List, High-grade masters were few; he might attract unwanted attention.

Yet he did not know that the Demon-Imprisoning Continent was now in utter chaos, all powerful figures gathered at the Senluo Realm’s exit.

Even after confirming the disturbance was not caused by the Outer Demonic Tribes, the Great Thousand Palace dared not lower its guard. At this critical moment, no one paid attention to the Demon-Slaying List.

Chu Yang hesitated: should he pause his hunt and pass through the Senluo Realm to seek out and kill one or two Demon Emperors in the Outer Realm?

With the Heavenly Demon Force now in his possession, even facing a common Xuan Demon Emperor, he could at least escape unscathed.

If fortune favored him and he encountered a Spirit-grade Heaven Supreme Itachi Demon Emperor, he could strike it rich! As he thought this, his gaze suddenly sharpened—his ever-extending soul force had detected a powerful aura.

Heaven Supreme! Chu Yang frowned. Why would a Heaven Supreme appear in the Senluo Prison?

Was it a Great Thousand Palace expert—or from the Outer Demonic Tribes?

What was their purpose? Chu Yang narrowed his eyes and vanished in a flash, heading away.

Whether friend or foe, he did not wish to meet them.

If it were an enemy, fighting within the Senluo Prison would inevitably bring complications.

Yet after traveling a hundred li, Chu Yang suddenly stopped and turned, his eyes icy.

He realized—the other was coming straight for him!

No matter how he changed direction, the pursuer clung like a stubborn leech.

Since he could not evade, he would see what this person truly wanted!

Moments later, space trembled, and a figure slowly materialized.

Dressed in black, half his face covered in crimson patterns, radiating demonic aura.

Chu Yang raised an eyebrow; the moment the other saw him, he bared his teeth in a chilling grin: “Kid, why aren’t Itachi running anymore?”

Chu Yang raised an eyebrow. Even after killing countless Outer Demons, he had never drawn a Itachi Demon Emperor to break the rules and personally intervene.

Didn’t he fear the Great Thousand Palace’s retaliation?

“Ninth-grade Supreme? Clearly Itachi carry something precious—otherwise, how could Itachi have triggered the entire Senluo Realm’s tremor?”

The Demon Emperor squinted, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes—excited, yet also relieved.

The artifact capable of shaking the entire Senluo Realm must be extraordinary—possibly even a peerless sacred treasure!

And this human boy, carrying such a treasure, was merely a Ninth-grade Supreme. He had stumbled upon a tremendous windfall.

“The entire Senluo Realm tremored?” Chu Yang blinked, then realized—it must have been the punch from his Yuanwu Dharma Body.

It seemed…

This Demon Emperor had imagined wildly that the tremor was caused by some supreme treasure, and now saw Chu Yang as a fat target. Chu Yang couldn’t help but feel both amused and irritated—and his eyes flickered with excitement.

The two locked gazes. When the Demon Emperor saw the excitement in Chu Yang’s eyes, he froze.

What’s going on? This guy is about to die, yet he shows no fear?

I’m a Demon Emperor! Even a Itachi Demon Emperor is a true Heaven Supreme!

A mere Ninth-grade Supreme… and he looks eager? As if…

He wants to test his strength against me? “If all humans were as foolish as Itachi, my clan would have already conquered the entire Great Thousand Realm!”

The Demon Emperor sneered and raised his hand to grasp the void at Chu Yang.

Vast demonic energy surged forth, pressing in from all directions.

Unlike the humans of the Great Thousand Realm, the Outer Demonic Tribes cultivated demonic energy, not spiritual energy—thus within the Senluo Realm, they were far more at home.

“Is this all Itachi’ve got? Itachi dare call yourselves the Sacred Clan?”

Chu Yang smiled faintly; the Five Elemental Forces erupted from his body, the Five Heavenly Extremes sweeping outward—surrounding demonic energy instantly shattered, even space cracking inch by inch.

In the Demon Emperor’s moment of shock, his pupils contracted violently as he recoiled in haste.

Something’s off! This kid is incredibly sinister! Just now, the power he unleashed approached the level of a Heaven Supreme!

Chu Yang’s figure vanished instantly from his spot and reappeared right before the Demon Emperor.

At the same time, the Source Wu Manifestation appeared behind him, and the ten demonic runes on his left arm erupted with demonic light.

The Demon Emperor no longer underestimated him; a blood-colored battle axe materialized in his hand as he slashed down at Chu Yang with full force.

“Boom!!”

The battle axe collided with the Source Wu Manifestation’s fist, producing a dull, heavy sound.

The Demon Emperor’s pupils contracted—he felt his arm go numb, his right arm flung high, the battle axe nearly slipping from his grasp.

All that remained in his mind now was one thought…

Is this guy really a Ninth-Rank Supreme!?

Even a mid-stage Spirit-Rank Heaven Supreme wouldn’t be this strong, would he?

Feeling the entire heavens and earth tremble, Chu Yang knew he had to end this swiftly—otherwise, he would once again draw attention from outside.

With this thought, Chu Yang no longer held back; six demonic runes on the Source Wu Manifestation’s arm slithered, and the spectral images of a dragon and an elephant emerged, each swallowing one of the two runes whole.

Then the Source Wu Manifestation punched forward—the demonic dragon and demonic elephant merged into his arm!

Demonic Heaven Force! Even with only six demonic runes activated, its power was more than enough to crush this Demon Emperor, who was barely at Spirit-Rank initial stage! “Let’s die together!”

Knowing he could not withstand this blow, the Demon Emperor’s face twisted into a grotesque snarl as his body rapidly swelled—he intended to self-destruct! But the instant the Source Wu Manifestation’s fist struck him, his body, already inflated to its limit, suddenly began deflating like a leaking balloon.

The Demon Emperor’s eyes widened, so stunned he was almost numb.

His primordial demonic energy was being rapidly consumed! “Boom!!”

The fist slammed down heavily—the Demon Emperor’s body shattered, the Manifestation’s Sacred Heart frantically devouring his primordial demonic energy.

On the Manifestation’s left arm, the previously faintest tenth demonic rune rapidly grew clearer and brighter.

In mere moments, the tenth rune reached perfection, and then the eleventh demonic rune appeared.

As the Manifestation devoured and refined the Demon Emperor’s primordial energy, the Demon Emperor’s soul body abruptly abandoned its primordial essence and fled toward the distance.

Chu Yang narrowed his eyes; black light coiled around his right arm as [Fengdu] materialized in his hand.

He gently extended [Fengdu], and the longsword transformed into a bridge, instantly enveloping the fleeing Demon Emperor’s soul.

By the time the Source Wu Manifestation had fully devoured and absorbed the Demon Emperor, the number of demonic runes on its left arm had reached fifteen!

Chu Yang smiled in satisfaction, retracted the Source Wu Manifestation, and entered the independent space of Naihe Bridge.

He still had some questions he wanted to ask this “little white rabbit” who had come right to him… (End of Chapter)