One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

Chapter 78 Kill Kill Kill

Shen Chong's voice abruptly stopped, his expression frozen in endless fear and pleading. The next instant, his head, wearing shattered gold-rimmed glasses, was completely separated from his still slightly twitching body, tumbling and flying away, rolling into the dust. At the severed neck, blood did not gushed out, but was instead bound and drawn away by an invisible demonic force, turning into wisps of blood mist that merged into the dark red aura surrounding Nie Lingfeng, and also flowed into the increasingly solidified phantom of the character "Demon" above his head.

Gao Ning and Dou Mei felt a chill run through their bodies, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

With the death of Shen Chong, a crucial "foundation" of the formation, and the complete consolidation of Nie Lingfeng's demonic nature, the Twelve Labors Formation finally collapsed and dissipated completely.

However, the blood-red "Demon" character above Nie Lingfeng's head solidified completely at this moment! It was no longer illusory, but rather a physical imprint formed from the purest killing intent, negative emotions, and resentment of living beings, hovering three feet above Nie Lingfeng's head, radiating an overwhelming ferocity that made one's soul tremble! Under the reflection of the blood light, Nie Lingfeng's wildly dancing white hair gained even more of an eerie and tragic air.

He slowly turned around, his scarlet gaze, like two blood-stained swords, fixed on the only remaining Gao Ning and Dou Mei.

"roar--!!!"

He let out another long howl! This time, the howl was no longer filled with pain, but with catharsis, arrogance, and the exhilaration of destroying everything! The sound waves, like tangible demonic noise, rolled and spread, shaking the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain! In the distance, the fierce battles taking place in various parts of the mountains, whether it was the righteous path's valiant resistance or the Quanxing's frenzied destruction, all paused for a moment! Countless gazes stared in utter horror at this area shrouded in soaring demonic energy and blood-red light!

"What...what is that?!"

"Wow...what terrifying demonic energy! It's even more terrifying than the explosion just now!"

"A peerless demon has been born!!"

"Where is the Celestial Master?! Quickly, go and fetch him!"

"Is Longhu Mountain... about to suffer a great calamity?!"

Deep in the back mountain, Zhang Zhiwei, the old Celestial Master, who was being briefly entangled by several Quanxing masters with strange and powerful auras who were clearly not ordinary people, sensed the overwhelming demonic energy that was rising and filled with ominousness and destruction. His usually calm face suddenly changed color!

"This aura... it's a mixture of the ferocity of a Qilin, the demonic intent of the sword, and... the murderous aura! It's that brat Nie?! How could he..." The old Celestial Master's eyes flashed with a sharp light, no longer holding back, "Get out of the way!"

He let out a low shout, and without even making a move, the vast golden aura around him suddenly erupted! Those Quanxing experts, who were enough to make even the Ten Elders level masters feel troubled, were as if hit by an invisible giant wave, and were sent flying backward, spitting blood without any resistance, instantly losing their fighting ability.

The old celestial master's figure blurred, transforming into a dazzling golden rainbow that tore through the night sky. With an almost teleportation-like terrifying speed, he sped toward the source of the most intense demonic energy—the ruined platform area!

Only Xia He and Dou Mei remained, shivering like candles flickering in the wind.

Xia He watched as Nie Lingfeng approached step by step, like a demon god descending to earth. She gritted her teeth, a resolute glint in her eyes. She unleashed the alluring power of her "Bone-Scraping Knife" to an unprecedented extreme! The pink aura no longer merely stirred desire, but transformed into countless visible, incomparably alluring peach blossom petals, emitting seductive sounds and a captivating fragrance, sweeping towards Nie Lingfeng like a sea of ​​flowers! This was her trump card, an attempt to overwhelm his cold, murderous will with the most extreme illusion of desire.

However, this sea of ​​peach blossoms, which was enough to make most of the opposite sex, and even some of the same sex with weak wills, fall into a state of infatuation and delusion, was like snowflakes falling into a furnace the moment they touched the dark red demonic aura around Nie Lingfeng. They didn't even make a ripple before they hissed and quickly withered, dissipated, and were devoured and assimilated by the demonic aura.

Nie Lingfeng, who was deeply possessed by demons, had his heart filled with the true meaning of the "ruthless and heartless" demonic blade and the pure desire to kill. All his emotions and desires had been cut off, so what desires could be aroused?

His bloodshot eyes didn't even linger on Xia He's alluring figure for a moment; he simply raised the blood-drinking demonic blade in his hand once more.

A flicker of despair and resolve flashed in Dou Mei's eyes. She abruptly stepped forward, blocking Xia He's path, and with her last ounce of strength, screamed hoarsely, "Xia He! Go! Go quickly! Go find the sect leader! Tell him everything that happened here!"

Before she finished speaking, Dou Mei formed an unprecedented hand seal with her hands, burning the very essence of her life! The "Qi" aura around her, which had been so languishing and eroding one's will, was no longer gentle. Instead, it became incredibly dense and viscous, like the deepest twilight or a mother's most reluctant embrace before her death. It carried an ultimate temptation that brought peace to the soul and even a longing for eternal sleep, enveloping Nie Lingfeng!

This was her ultimate technique, "Eternal Slumber," unleashed at the cost of her entire life force and soul! She hoped to use this final "gentleness" to hold off this demon god for even a blink of an eye, giving Xia He a glimmer of hope.

Nie Lingfeng's steps faltered slightly.

In his scarlet eyes, there seemed to be a very subtle trace of confusion and struggle belonging to the "Nie Lingfeng" self, as if the thought of "sleep" had touched a long-lost and weary memory.

But it was only for one meal.

In the next instant, the crimson light in his eyes blazed like enraged flames! The will of the demonic blade roared, completely crushing and burning that trace of touch!

"cut!"

The words were uttered in a cold, icy tone.

The Snow Drinking Blade, imbued with an even more intense crimson demonic aura, transformed into a blood-red ray of light that seemed to cleave the heavens and earth, and mercilessly slashed down at Dou Mei, who was blocking its path!

"clang--!!!"

A clear and melodious sound, yet seemingly containing supreme majesty and power, resounded through the night sky!

A broad, thick hand, covered with a refined, almost tangible golden light, firmly grasped the blade of the Snow Drinking Blade, which was about to sever Dou Mei, at the critical moment!

The golden light and the bloodlust collided, producing a violent annihilation sound, and scattering countless tiny specks of light and sparks.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei finally arrived.

He stood tall and straight, like a pine tree, blocking Dou Mei (and Xia He behind her) from the demon-possessed Nie Lingfeng. His simple gray Taoist robe fluttered slightly in the night wind, his hair and beard were all white, and his face was solemn. He stared at the pair of scarlet demonic eyes so close to his face, at Nie Lingfeng's glaring white hair, felt the violent and chaotic yet terrifying demonic aura within him, and at the faint but still menacing Qilin tattoo on his chest. After a long while, he let out a deep and complex sigh.

In that sigh, there was regret, heartache, remorse, and an indescribable heaviness.

"child……"

The old master's voice remained calm, yet it seemed to contain a power that went straight to the heart, attempting to penetrate that thick barrier of demonic influence.

Why be so obsessed?

"roar--!!!"

In response, Nie Lingfeng let out a low growl filled with violence and hostility! In those scarlet eyes, there was no reverence for his elders, only a cold killing intent towards the "obstacle"! He exerted his strength, trying to pull back the Snow Drinking Blade, but his hand, covered in glazed golden light, was as solid as the most solid divine iron, not moving an inch! No matter how much the blood and evil energy eroded the blade, the golden light remained as firm as ever.

"snort!"

The possessed Nie Lingfeng let out a muffled groan of dissatisfaction. His left hand instantly transformed into a fist, devoid of any specific moves. He simply poured all the boiling demonic power and remaining brute force around him into his fist and unleashed a punch straight at the Old Celestial Master's face! Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed into a visible white shockwave, emitting a sharp explosion!

The old master remained expressionless, not even loosening his grip on the blade with his right hand. He simply raised his free left hand, palm facing outward, and seemingly casually pushed it forward without any hint of irritation.

"Bang--!!!"

Their fists and palms clashed once more!

This time the sound wasn't particularly loud, but it was unusually deep and heavy, like two mountains colliding!

An invisible, highly concentrated shockwave spread out from the point of impact, leveling the already ravaged ground once more. No dust rose, but a clear ring mark was left on the ground.

Nie Lingfeng felt an irresistible yet balanced and peaceful force, seemingly containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, travel through his fist! The force was not violent, but it was overwhelming and unstoppable, as if the entire earth was rejecting him! He groaned, as if he had been hit by an invisible giant wave, and was involuntarily sent flying backward, crashing into the remaining half of a thick stone wall behind him before finally stopping amidst a cloud of dust and rubble.

He struggled, using his knife for support, and staggered to his feet again. More blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his already cracked right arm throbbed with excruciating pain. But in his crimson demonic eyes, the madness and fighting spirit not only didn't diminish, but were ignited by this attack, burning even more fiercely! Demonic nature is most vulnerable to suppression; the more it's suppressed, the more frenzied it becomes!

"Demon Blade - Final Form - Blood Blade - Burial of Gods and Demons!"