Long Jiaonan also hesitated for a moment. The vortex above Tianbo City had already become a passage connecting to another world, and the Heavenly Demons emerging from the vortex were growing stronger and stronger. The black mass of Heavenly Demon crowds surged from the sky like a tide.
"Leave, my people of Dutian! Leave our collapsed dark world and head for the new world!" the Dutian Demon King stood atop the altar, spreading his eight arms to greet the Heavenly Demons descending from the sky. His voice boomed like thunder, shaking heaven and earth. "Come, my people. This new world is not as desolate as Dutian. In this world, there are beautiful women, endless food, and the guardians of this world are all weaklings. Let us trample them!"
Long Jiaonan saw that her father had already been stepped on by this Demon King. The flood dragon her father had raised was also pinned to the ground, unable to move.
Another existence at the level of a Cult Master had already met his end. His head had been plucked off by the Dutian Demon King, held high in one of his hands.
"Is the Yulong Gate truly doomed?" she felt a sense of desolation in her heart.
Heavenly Demons rained down from the sky, attacking the fleeing warriors in all directions. Qin Mu was also blasted from the air by several Heavenly Demons, crashing to the ground with a thud. Six or seven Heavenly Demons landed near him, slowly getting to their feet.
Qin Mu was no stranger to the Heavenly Demons. He had encountered them while traveling with the Village Chief through the Great Ruins at night, searching for the Land of Carefree, and had killed quite a few.
These Heavenly Demons were powerful, with strange and varied appearances different from humans. They cultivated demonic energy, excelled in close combat and spells, and possessed strange magical abilities, though their spells lacked the refinement of human arts.
The moment these Heavenly Demons landed, Qin Mu flashed to one of them, his blade descending and beheading it. He then dodged the scorpion tail sweeping from another Heavenly Demon. The dark, gleaming barb nearly hooked him.
Qin Mu thrust forward with his fingers. The Shao Bao Sword pierced the Heavenly Demon that hadn't yet retracted its scorpion tail. With a backhand, he used the Heavenly Demon Freedom Seal to pull the soul from a Heavenly Demon approaching from behind, shattering it directly!
"Yuna!" a bull-headed Heavenly Demon in the distance pointed at him, shouting loudly, "Yuna, mai a pu lu ji nuo di di na jia hong (warrior, I challenge you)!"
"Bring it on! Who's afraid of whom?" Qin Mu roared, his qi erupting as he activated the Overlord Body Triple Origin Art. The bull-headed Heavenly Demon roared back and charged forward, dragging a massive saber over three zhang long behind it. The blade scraped along the ground, leaving a trail of sparks and lightning. With a sudden roar, he swung the saber at Qin Mu!
At that moment, a giant serpent crashed from the sky, crushing the bull-headed Heavenly Demon to dust. Long Jiaonan controlled the serpent as it landed, its tail sweeping like a rolling iron pillar, crushing dozens of attacking Heavenly Demons in its path.
Qin Mu flashed away just as Long Jiaonan was about to attack. Suddenly, a black mass of countless Heavenly Demons fell from the sky. Even though her cultivation was two or three realms higher than Qin Mu's, she was forced into a bitter fight.
Qin Mu was also surrounded. Hu Ling'er immediately summoned a tornado, spinning around them, but Heavenly Demons still broke through, lunging at them.
More and more Heavenly Demons poured from the other world. From a distance, they looked like countless flies flying from Dutian, blotting out the sky.
"The Ancestor said that if you cause trouble, you must be able to handle it yourself. This time, I can't handle it," Qin Mu muttered, cold sweat forming on his forehead.
Suddenly, a brilliant light came from the south, moving through the air and illuminating heaven and earth completely.
The light grew brighter, moving rapidly from the south. Wherever it passed, countless Heavenly Demons fell from the sky, headless. Qin Mu looked up, his heart pounding.
That light was a sword swarm.
A sword swarm formed by countless flying swords!
There was no way to count how many flying swords there were.
Within the sword swarm, thousands of sword pills spun rapidly. The sword pills were like bright moons, and as they rotated, flying swords continuously flew out—thrusting, slashing, hacking, cutting, clouding, or lifting—cutting down Heavenly Demons one after another in the sky.
The sword swarm was truly vast. Every sword emitted a dazzling light. There must have been several million swords, their combined light creating an utterly spectacular sight.
Although the Heavenly Demons pouring from Dutian blotted out the sky, once the dazzling sword swarm swept through, the sky was quickly cleared again, leaving only countless corpses falling from the heavens.
In Tianbo City, the Dutian Demon King's face changed dramatically. He roared, intensifying the summoning of his true body to descend. Hundreds of Heavenly Demons around the altar chanted loudly, using demonic language and countless bones to call forth the Dutian Demon King's true form.
The sky shook violently as a giant foot reached through from the other world. Raging demonic flames burned around this foot, turning that section of the sky a blazing crimson.
The sword swarm in the air suddenly changed direction, whistling toward Tianbo City. The scale of the sword swarm was almost as massive as the city itself.
In the city, the Dutian Demon King roared in fury, raising all eight arms. With a hum, a massive black curtain barrier appeared above Tianbo City, shielding the sky.
In an instant, countless ear-splitting sounds erupted, causing many people's eardrums to bleed. This was the sound of flying swords colliding with the Dutian Demon King's black barrier. The clanging sounds burst forth almost simultaneously, overwhelming everyone's ears.
Qin Mu's ears went deaf; he couldn't hear anything else. Countless Heavenly Demons around him clutched their ears and crouched on the ground, in extreme discomfort.
On the opposite bank in Wuding Prefecture, countless Yankang soldiers were fighting the Heavenly Demon invasion before the city, battling fiercely. The cacophonous sounds of sword light clashing against the black barrier also made these soldiers extremely uncomfortable, though the greater distance made it more bearable.
Plop, plop sounds came from the river surface—Heavenly Demons that had flown toward the opposite bank were shaken from the sky, falling into the river.
On the tower of Wuding Prefecture, a white-haired old general looked surprised. "State Preceptor, a great expert has come from the other side!"
"Duke Wei, this person is more than just a great expert." The State Preceptor of Yankang stood in front, gazing at the scene across the river. "His strength is not far from mine, a notch above those three old monsters who besieged me back then."
Duke Wei looked puzzled as he studied the Dutian Demon King fighting the sword swarm, then looked up at the sky where half of the Dutian Demon King's true body had already stepped into this world. "Who summoned this Demon King? Isn't this too ruthless? Have these fellows from the Southern Borderlands stopped at nothing to win?"
The State Preceptor of Yankang shook his head. "With me here, the Dutian Demon King cannot descend into this world. On the contrary, whoever summoned this demon god has done a great service for our Yankang. Tianbo City has fallen just like that, sparing our warriors from shedding blood. If it were me, for the lives of our soldiers, I would have chosen to do the same."
Duke Wei sighed. "State Preceptor, this is why they don't understand you, why they say you follow the demonic path."
The State Preceptor of Yankang stepped out of the tower and walked toward Tianbo City across the way, smiling. "They say that only because I've threatened their interests. My merits and faults cannot be judged by the people of this time, but must wait for the people of a thousand years hence to weigh my deeds! Besides, in my eyes, they are already dead."
In Tianbo City, the Dutian Demon King grunted. His eight palms were torn and bloody. The onslaught of those countless sharp swords was truly terrifying, and the force transmitted through them was more than this body could withstand.
If his true body had come, he could have withstood it naturally. But this body was merely a wooden shell given form. Qin Mu had summoned him using demonic sound, and Qin Mu's strength was too weak. The energy he could transmit through Qin Mu was too low to contend with this expert who commanded countless flying swords.
At that moment, he saw the middle-aged man walking from across the river. The Dutian Demon King's heart sank. Just as he was about to free up some strength, he suddenly saw sword light rushing toward him.
What a breathtakingly beautiful sword strike!
This strike contained the most profound mysteries of the sword path, displaying the sword's transformations and killing intent to their fullest. It was like revealing the most exquisite picture before his very eyes. Having seen this picture, dying was worth it.
And so he died.
His head was severed by this sword light. The head, with four faces and twelve eyes, rolled from his neck.
The State Preceptor of Yankang sheathed his sword and stepped into Tianbo City. The Heavenly Demons in the city were presiding over the altar. Upon seeing this middle-aged man, countless Heavenly Demons swarmed toward him.
Then, the Dutian Demon King's massive corpse toppled. The black curtain barrier disintegrated and collapsed in midair.
The countless flying swords attacking the black barrier suddenly withdrew, diving into their respective sword pills. Thousands of sword pills, each only the size of a finger, floated in the air, spinning.
At this moment, a chest flew from the distance. The lid of the wooden chest opened, and countless sword pills clinked their way inside.
The State Preceptor of Yankang watched the wooden chest, lost in thought, unmoving. Behind him, the Yankang army was crossing the river, charging into Tianbo City and launching a massacre against the Heavenly Demons.
With no one to preside over the altar, that heart-stopping summoning came to an abrupt halt. The vortex in the sky, which had been growing larger, immediately stopped expanding, then slowly shrank.
The Dutian Demon King's true body had already stepped one leg through. Forced to withdraw, a faint roar of unwillingness echoed from deep within the sky.
Outside Tianbo City, Qin Mu also looked up at the wooden chest in midair, a puzzled expression on his face. "This chest looks familiar. It seems like the one in the village blacksmith's shop. That wooden chest was also full of silver pills. Grandma Si even told me those weren't sword pills, just ordinary silver pellets. She said Grandpa Mute couldn't possibly be that wealthy..."
He saw that all the sword pills in midair had entered the wooden chest, which was slowly descending. He immediately broke into a sprint toward where the chest was falling.
The wooden chest settled down and disappeared into a patch of forest. Qin Mu rushed over and saw an old man in plain clothes, carrying a blacksmith's furnace on his back, holding the wooden chest in his hand. His face was weathered, marked with the wrinkles of time.
The old man in plain clothes saw him coming and grinned. He had no tongue in his mouth.
——Second update! Third update at eight o'clock tonight!