Chapter 1185

In their eyes, since Wei Zhuang's powerful move had been nullified by a single glance from the Soldier Demon God,

it was clear Wei Zhuang was no match for the Soldier Demon God.

Asking them to help in times of need was not their style.

But if it came to kicking someone when they were down, every one of these experts who had defected to Cheng Jiao was a master at it.

After a shout, the entire group of experts from Despair Shanzhuang immediately charged toward Wei Zhuang.

"Hmph! Petty fools!"

Seeing the experts rush at him, Wei Zhuang sneered, raising the Shark Tooth Sword and striking back without mercy.

In his view, except for the Soldier Demon God, none of these experts could stand against him for a single blow.

The Shark Tooth Sword was razor-sharp, its swordplay vast and sweeping.

With just one strike, the experts who had been preparing to take advantage were instantly swept away—seven or eight of them flying through the air.

With another slash, five or six more were severely wounded, spitting blood as they staggered back.

"What the hell? Isn't Wei Zhuang supposed to be crippled by the Soldier Demon God?"

"Crippled my ass—if this is what crippled looks like, how strong would the uncrippled Wei Zhuang be?"

"Wind's picking up—let's split!"

These opportunistic experts could only fight when the odds were in their favor.

As soon as things turned bad, without waiting for anyone else's reaction, most of the experts scattered like birds and beasts.

Wei Zhuang's main goal was to enter the stone chamber and stop Cheng Jiao from further activating the Soldier Demon God.

Seeing that only two strikes had shattered Cheng Jiao's subordinates, he turned toward the stone chamber and said,

"Cheng Jiao, your underlings are worthless—pathetically dull."

Why not come out yourself and duel me with your sword?"

I've heard that when my senior brother, Gai Nie, challenged you at your Despair Shanzhuang, he actually defeated you!"

Gai Nie had challenged Cheng Jiao at Despair Shanzhuang, but ultimately lost in defeat due to a mysterious mark left in Cheng Jiao's soul core.

Wei Zhuang had long learned of this from Hearing Ying Zheng.

But inside the stone chamber, the enemy was hidden while he was exposed.

As long as he could avoid entering, Wei Zhuang would not enter.

Perfectly using Cheng Jiao's men's rout, Wei Zhuang brought up the past incident, deliberately twisting the truth to provoke Cheng Jiao into coming out.

"Wei Zhuang, do you really think provoking me will lead to a good outcome?"

The stone chamber remained silent.

But the Soldier Demon God opened its eyes and slowly opened its mouth to speak to Wei Zhuang.

Though its head was already as large as a small mountain,

its voice was identical to Cheng Jiao's.

"You succeeded?"

Wei Zhuang's heart sank straight down.

In his mind, since the Soldier Demon God had opened its eyes and spoken in Cheng Jiao's voice, Cheng Jiao had almost certainly succeeded.

"Hah! What? Afraid?"

Cheng Jiao, controlling the Soldier Demon God, said with triumph.

"Afraid? Since I began training in martial arts, I have never known what 'fear' means!"

Wei Zhuang raised the Shark Tooth Sword and pointed it at the Soldier Demon God,

"Cheng Jiao, take this!"

In an instant, countless sword qi surged upward from Wei Zhuang like dragons.

Though he did not know the Soldier Demon God's true strength, Wei Zhuang was ready to unleash his strongest technique!

Zongheng Hebi!

The ultimate technique of Zong Sword Art—Hundred Steps Flying Sword!

Countless dragon-shaped white sword qi spiraled upward rapidly.

The ultimate technique of Heng Sword Art—Hengguan Bafang.

Countless dragon-shaped black sword qi appeared swiftly, mirroring the white dragon qi.

Under Wei Zhuang's control, the two colors of dragon sword qi gradually merged!

A gray dragon sword qi, superior to both the black and white, slowly took shape!

This was the technique Wei Zhuang had just comprehended—his ultimate killing move!

"Heh! Do you really think your petty tricks can harm the Soldier Demon God?"

Cheng Jiao's arrogant voice came again.

He watched through the Soldier Demon God as Wei Zhuang unleashed this supreme technique.

He made no move to interrupt, only mocked aloud.

"Whether it works or not—you'll only know once you try!

Go!"

Wei Zhuang reached the peak of his buildup and launched the gray dragon sword qi river straight at the Soldier Demon God's head.

"Come!"

Cheng Jiao suddenly spoke.

Ten or more streaks of light shot in from afar.

In the blink of an eye, they stood before the Soldier Demon God's head.

Wei Zhuang's Grey Dragon Sword Qi Changhe struck those ten-plus streams of light, splashing up endless Thunder Gang Qi.

In an instant, the violent Thunder Gang Qi whipped up a wild dragon tornado.

This stretch of heaven and earth was entirely filled with this Thunder Gang Qi, making it nearly impossible for ordinary people to sense anything.

But Wei Zhuang, as one of the combatants, could sense it clearly.

The sword momentum of his Grey Dragon Sword Qi Changhe was being constantly worn down within that endless Thunder Gang wind.

Wei Zhuang was utterly shocked!

This Grey Dragon Sword Qi Changhe was truly the ultimate killing move of the Guigu Sect.

It was also the very essence of Wei Zhuang's lifetime of cultivation.

Previously, when dealing with the Demon Soldiers, Wei Zhuang had been unstoppable.

Yet now, facing this Soldier Demon God, it had lost its effect?

How could Wei Zhuang be willing to accept that? He kept driving his Sword Heart, pouring true essence into the Grey Dragon Sword Qi Changhe.

In Wei Zhuang's heart, as a heir of Guigu, he absolutely could not retreat even half a step.

But this Soldier Demon God was clearly not something human strength could oppose.

No matter how Wei Zhuang drove his Sword Heart and poured in true essence,

the Grey Dragon Sword Qi Changhe still kept declining.

In the end, Wei Zhuang's Sword Heart was on the verge of shattering, and his true essence was nearly exhausted.

The Grey Dragon Sword Qi Changhe let out a wretched howl and crumbled apart on the spot.

"Puh—…"

With the collapse of the Grey Dragon Sword Qi Changhe, Wei Zhuang also suffered a tremendous backlash; after spitting out a mouthful of black blood, his entire person sagged in utter exhaustion.

He could only barely stay standing on the spot, leaning on the Sharktooth Sword.

At the same time, the sky-blotting Thunder Gang wind also gradually subsided.

Only then did Wei Zhuang discover, to his astonishment, that those ten-plus streams of light had actually been more than ten people.

It was just that these people wore strange armor, and even their faces could not be made out.

Looking at their faceplates, they were no different from the Soldier Demon God's face.

"Haha! Wei Zhuang, how about it? Are these Soldier Gods I summoned enough to give you a taste?"

Perhaps seeing that Wei Zhuang's injuries were considerable, Cheng Jiao, borrowing the Soldier Demon God's presence, laughed wildly once more.

So it turned out these miniature versions of the Soldier Demon God were called Soldier Gods, summoned by Cheng Jiao.

"Hmph! Cheng Jiao, I am nothing more than a single insignificant person within Great Qin.