Chapter 273: What Do You Think You Are?
Chapter 273: What Do You Think You Are?
The Fifth Peak collapsed with a thunderous crash. Every demon witnessing this opened their eyes wide in shock.
“De… destroyed…”
“The Fifth Peak… destroyed!”
For thousands of years, the thirty-six mountains stood firm. Yet, with one sword strike from the cultivator in the blue robe, a mountain was erased.
Beyond the Thirty-Six Caves, Lu Qishan trembled uncontrollably.
She stared at the collapsing mountain peak, her jaw slightly slack, unable to hide the profound shock in her eyes.
Just what kind of person had she provoked!
Was this gentle? Was this not vicious?
Probably never in her entire life had she encountered anyone as fearsome as this.
Thousands of demon souls soared upwards. They pierced through the barrier of the Demon Realm and vanished into the Heavenly Dao’s Reincarnation.
Like raindrops falling upwards, countless Wandering Spirits ascended. Many hadn’t even realized what was happening before they passed on silently.
The aura of the Eighth-Realm Great Demon on the Ninth Peak faded away completely.
Chen Changsheng pulled out his sword. He shook off the blood stains on the blade, then stepped forward, sweeping his gaze over the dozens of remaining Demon Kings before him.
Seeing this, the three Eighth-Realm Great Demons at the forefront felt a wave of fear.
They retreated several steps, their throats working, their hearts pounding.
The murderous intent in Chen Changsheng’s eyes grew sharper and sharper, completely unlike the usually amiable Gentleman Chen.
“Can’t stay!”
The Toad Demon King sensed the danger. Seeing how serious the situation was, he intended to slip away quietly.
Unexpectedly, Chen Changsheng glanced sideways and suddenly fixed his eyes on him.
The Toad Demon King jerked in surprise. Gritting his teeth, he released a cloud of poisonous fog around himself.
“Poof!”
The fog suddenly billowed out, obscuring his form.
The other demons were dumbfounded by this sight.
“Chan Du! You!!” the Demon Kings roared in anger.
But when the poisonous fog dispersed, the figure of the Toad Demon King was long gone.
At that moment, they all understood: if they didn’t run now, they wouldn’t have another chance.
“Go!”
Chen Changsheng did not try to stop him or question the Toad Demon King’s departure.
“Trying to escape?”
Chen Changsheng’s eyes flashed with ferocity as he commanded, “Thunder, come!”
A crack of thunder descended, blocking the retreating Seventh-Realm Demon King.
The demons inwardly groaned, their expressions turning grim as they stared at their adversary.
“Which mountain?”
Chen Changsheng held his sword horizontally at his side and spoke coldly, “Point the way!”
A sword cry resonated, shaking the dozen or so Demon Kings before him. Kings who had dominated the Demon Realm for countless ages now felt raw terror bubbling within. Yet, behind them, the path of retreat had vanished.
…
On the Great Demon Peak.
Tu Hu stood up, his movements wooden with shock.
He saw countless slashes of Sword Qi surge towards several peaks.
Each carried a devastating wave of killing intent.
The thunderous crashes echoed incessantly in his ears, making even him struggle to stay calm.
The Third Peak. The Eighth Peak. The Thirteenth Peak. The Nineteenth Peak…
“BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!”
Tu Hu’s lips trembled. A sudden dryness seized his throat, and his expression became numb with disbelief.
Thirteen mountains! Utterly flattened!
Tens of thousands of demon souls rose towards the heavens. The stench of blood saturated the entire Demon Realm.
The Thirty-Six Caves descended into utter chaos.
The aura emanating from the Ninth Peak filled them with dread, leaving only one thought in their hearts.
“RUN!!”
On the Ninth Peak, blood spatter dotted Chen Changsheng’s face.
‘Squelch.’
He pulled the Taiqing Sword free from the brow of the last Great Demon.
As life faded, the Ninth Peak fell silent.
“CRASH!!”
The heavens and earth darkened. A low rumble of thunder sounded.
Chen Changsheng’s expression was ice-cold as he lifted his gaze to the heavens.
Within the layers of dark clouds, the Heavenly Might rumbled menacingly. But at Chen Changsheng’s harsh yell, the expected Lightning Tribulation stubbornly refused to descend.
A gale erupted. The heavens and earth were enraged.
Chen Changsheng’s robes whipped wildly in the wind. Drops of crimson blood fell from his sword tip.
His icy voice rang out again.
“Even if I slaughtered this entire Demon Realm today, what could you possibly do about it?”
Chen Changsheng stared defiantly at the thunder clouds.
At that moment, he almost wished the heavens and earth would dare confront him directly. That way, he wouldn’t need to waste any more effort.
“Rumble…”
Several low thunderclaps roared from within the dark clouds.
The fury of heaven and earth intensified. The crushing weight of the Heavenly Might felt poised to strike the earth.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng spoke once more. “What do you think you are? Daring to judge my sword?!”
“If you have the guts, bring down this tribulation thunder!!”
These words hammered into Tu Hu’s ears. He gasped, his breath stuttering. Such a thing he would never dare to say.
He glanced fearfully at the Heavenly Might gathering above.
In that instant, terror seized him, driving a desperate urge to flee.
In a flash, Tu Hu decided. He fled the Great Demon Peak at top speed.
If that Lightning Tribulation truly fell, the Thirty-Six Caves would likely be erased entirely.
It meant certain doom!
Fighting for breath against the wind and snow, Bai Ziqiu was suddenly startled by the commotion behind him.
He looked back towards the direction of the Thirty-Six Caves.
Seeing the thickening layers of thunder clouds, his figure froze amidst the snowdrifts.
“Heaven’s Fury Tribulation…”
Bai Ziqiu murmured, unable to process it for a good while.
“What has he done?”
Bai Ziqiu couldn’t fathom an answer. A biting cold wind sliced across his face, but he remained lost in shock for a long time.
Far away in the Divine Domain, cultivators sensed the tremors and jolted awake.
They looked towards the distance, bewildered by what could be happening.
“What’s happening?”
Song Gudao frowned deeply, his own gaze catching the mass of dark clouds far on the horizon.
“Lightning Tribulation!”
Song Gudao tightened his brow further.
Beside him, Mazi took a swig of wine and asked, “Trouble brews in the Demon Realm, huh? What act of depravity, loathed by both gods and men, has angered even heaven and earth?”
For the cultivators of the Divine Realm, such a Heavenly Tribulation was welcome news. Some shouted encouragement: “Strike more down! The more the better!”
…
In barely an instant, the Thirty-Six Caves fell utterly silent. No demon dared to remain there.
Within the dungeon, the Azure Eagle, roused by the tremors shaking the outside world, stirred.
Zhu Wuneng guarding the dungeon had slipped away to who knows where at some point, leaving only the prisoners locked behind bars.
Chen Changsheng stood upon the Ninth Peak for a long time.
“Hmmmmm…”
The Taiqing Sword vibrated, as if excited.
Once upon a time, a million lives had fallen beneath its edge. Rivers of blood had flowed; it had sundered mountains and rivers; it had slain Flood Dragons. But it had never before sought to challenge the heavens.
“Such Heavenly Might…”
Tu Hu managed to catch his breath, a terrible premonition washing over him. “Could it be…”
He suddenly regretted ever boarding this dangerous ship.
If Chen Changsheng truly died, his own fate would doubtless be disastrous.
“Please, don’t die!” Tu Hu silently prayed in his heart.
Like a steadfast green pine, Chen Changsheng stood tall upon the Ninth Peak. Not a trace of fear flickered in his eyes; the defiant gaze he leveled at the sky was pure contempt.
It seemed the notion of bowing to heaven and earth never even crossed his mind.
He was that arrogant!
But then, unbelievably, a quarter-hour passed.
The Heavenly Might overhead showed no signs of weakening, yet the thunder within the clouds stubbornly refused to strike.
Chen Changsheng frowned and offered one last word.
“It’s laughable.”