Chapter 667 Demon Lord, Take My Sword Strike

The ancient portal behind Fang Cheng devoured the deathly-gray Demonic Light, but it was also gradually infiltrated and corrupted. It warped and twisted, transforming into a massive, gaping maw that lunged down to swallow him whole.

He formed hand seals, and a hundred-zhang-wide Yin Yang Vortex materialized before him. From its center, a colossal Cyan Lotus began to grow.

The Cyan Lotus bloomed, and from its center erupted an axe-light powerful enough to split heaven and earth.

Primordial Light Division of the Mixed Element Seven Tribulations Diagram!

The axe-light tore through the gaping maw and, with unabated force, struck the withered, deathly-gray hand, slicing it in two.

The two exchanged blows, their array of powerful Divine Techniques a dazzling, chaotic display. Their battle warped the very fabric of the world, shattering the surrounding void into a chaotic emptiness that would take an unknown amount of time to heal.

To the Demon Lord’s astonishment, he had never dreamed that a once-obscure Dharma Cultivator could possess such incredible Divine Power.

Moreover, his Magical Power was so deep and vast that he showed no fear of a protracted, head-on battle.

’It completely shatters my understanding of a Tribulation Realm Cultivator’s power!’

At his peak, he had slain many Spirit Immortal Incarnations who had descended from the Upper Realm. Yet the strength Fang Cheng now displayed was even greater than theirs.

In his time, had several Spirit Immortals from the Upper Realm not paid a staggering price to personally descend, he would have been virtually invincible in the Lower Realm.

But now, as the Demon Lord looked at Fang Cheng, a profound sense of apprehension arose within him.

’If this boy is allowed to keep growing... the consequences will be unimaginable!’

After more than a hundred exchanges, the Demon Lord had exhausted his arsenal, yet he still couldn’t lay a single scratch on Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng stood tall in the sky and said coolly, "So, the Demon Lord’s Divine Techniques are nothing special after all."

The white-robed youth sneered and, with a flick of his hand, sent a large, swirling mass of eerie black wind hurtling toward the Taixu Cloud Tower.

The four women inside the tower had been watching the battle with rapt attention, marveling at the world-shaking power displayed by Fang Cheng and the Demon Lord. Although the Red Profound Realm was an obscure world among the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms, the strength of these two combatants was enough to crush all the top masters of Yuelang Heaven and Beiming Heaven.

Jia Yin, Feng Yan, even Beiming Cang Xue and Beiming Qingqiu—none of them had anticipated that the man they thought they knew, the one so close to them, possessed such terrifying strength.

As the eerie black wind, wreathed in heaven-scorching Demon Fire, rushed toward them, Venerable Jiayin was the first to act, summoning her Treasure Lotus Magical Artifact.

A Golden Lotus flew out of the Cloud Tower. With a quick spin, it expanded to a thousand zhang in size, bursting forth with boundless golden light.

Endless streams of Star Sand poured from the golden light, forming a celestial, waterfall-like canopy that shielded the Taixu Cloud Tower completely.

However, when the black wind and Demon Fire landed upon the Star Sand, countless grains of it were instantly vaporized into smoke.

Venerable Jiayin gasped, "Nine Nether Magnetic Wind and Fire!"

Beiming Cang Xue asked in astonishment, "What kind of Divine Technique is this? It’s so powerful that not even a Tier Six Fragmented Artifact can block it?"

An expanse of gray feathers materialized behind her, rippling with layers of peculiar light that also enveloped the Cloud Tower.

Venerable Jiayin channeled her Magical Power, and a beam of Five-Colored Zen Light descended to block the Demon Fire. She explained, "That is created by the fusion of Primordial Magnetic True Light from the Spiritual Sky Realm and an eternally condensed, inextinguishable Demon Fire from the Nine Netherworld. It’s incredibly potent. If refined to mastery, any Magical Artifact, regardless of its rank, will be drawn in and obliterated, so long as it is metallic in nature."

"If a cultivator’s physical body gets too close, it will also be vaporized, with no chance of survival."

Just then, an ancient portal materialized beside the Taixu Cloud Tower. With a single pull of its endless Devouring Power, it sucked the mass of black wind and Demon Fire inside, where it vanished without a trace.

After rescuing the four women, Fang Cheng looked at the white-robed youth and sneered, "The Demon Lord has run out of tricks. Now, face my sword!"

As his voice fell, he let out a long cry and leaped into the air. Man and sword merged into one, transforming into an immense, heavy, jet-black Sword Aura that tore through the void toward the Demon Lord.

The Sword Aura was unbelievably heavy, imbued with a sky-rending might. It was blindingly fast, like a bolt of lightning, its momentum fierce beyond measure. In an instant, it sliced the very sky in two.

The Demon Lord’s expression changed drastically. Before this Sword Aura, all of his defenses were utterly useless.

His body was instantly sliced in two, then dissolved into a boundless Demon Fog that spread across the sky.

Within the jet-black Demon Fog, Demonic Lights of every color danced and morphed into brilliant, resplendent sheens. The phenomenon was a dazzling, indescribable, and utterly bizarre spectacle.

With a flash of sword light, Fang Cheng reappeared, his hands clasped behind his back. Before him, the jet-black Ancient Divine Sword coiled like a living dragon.

From within the Demon Fog, boundless Demonic Light condensed into a hand large enough to blot out the sky. Its five fingers were long and powerful, and between them swirled the infinite Nine Nether Magnetic Wind and Fire as it lunged down to grab Fang Cheng.

With a flick of his Sword Technique, Fang Cheng sent the Ancient Divine Sword soaring into the heavens. A jet-black Sword Aura shot forth, swift as lightning, and circled the massive hand several times in an instant.

The jet-black Sword Aura’s movements were wide and sweeping, heavy and majestic. Its turns were swift and precise, its flashes like lightning. After circling and slashing at the sky-blotting hand a few times, it suddenly stopped, hovering silently in the void.

The sky-blotting hand froze for a moment, then erupted in a blinding Demonic Light before shattering into hundreds, then thousands of pieces, once again dissolving into boundless Demonic Qi.

Fang Cheng threw out a purple-black Talisman. It swelled in the wind to a thousand zhang in size and descended to suppress the strange, shimmering Demon Fog that had once been the hand.

A Sixth-rank Talisman: the Ten Thousand Demons Forbidden God Talisman.

But from within the Demon Fog, a disdainful sneer echoed.

Before the Ten Thousand Demons Forbidden God Talisman could even land, it was caught by a beam of deathly-gray Demonic Light. The light began to corrupt it, causing it to twist and distort.

Fang Cheng sighed inwardly. ’I know that with my current strength, I can’t seal the Demon Lord again.’

He couldn’t help but feel boundless respect for the Demon Buddha. That venerable predecessor had attempted to refine the Demon Lord’s left hand and, even after failing, still possessed the power to seal it at the bottom of the Abyssal Marsh. His Divine Techniques were truly immeasurable and awe-inspiring.