Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Sword That Slays the Fiend

Only then did Qian Youyou realize how ignorant and foolish she had been.

For a long time, she had believed herself to be a singular being in this world, superior to all others, a true noble among men.

She had thought that no matter who it was, they ought to bow before her and obey gladly.

But when confronted with a true death crisis, and with some monster whose very identity she did not even know, she finally understood how fragile she was, how utterly vulnerable.

"Stay back! Don’t come near me! I’m telling you, I am Qian Youyou, the foremost mage of the South Seas! Liu Xingyun is my godfather! If you dare lay a finger on me, I—"

Before Qian Youyou could finish, Cao Rengui at her side slapped her hard across the face.

"You filthy bitch! You said you were coming to invest in Cloud Terrace City, but I think you came here to rob graves! This giant corpse is all because of you. And you’re still babbling here? You think you’re not dying fast enough? If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you!"

At the edge of life and death, Cao Rengui no longer cared who she was.

Master Guo raised a hand, intending to stop him.

Unfortunately, though he wished to, he lacked the power. He could only watch as the Qian Youyou he had been protecting was ravaged by Cao Rengui.

After slaughtering more than a dozen people and devouring several heads, the colossal demon finally quieted down. Sitting cross-legged on the blood-soaked ground, it began to gather spiritual energy around itself.

When Wang Jisheng saw that the giant demon was actually cultivating like a human being, he could not help asking, "Master Lin, what is that monster doing? It is sitting cross-legged on the ground just like a person. Is it actually cultivating the Dao?"

"Cultivating the Dao? No, no. It is cultivating the demonic path."

A faint smile appeared at the corners of Lin Feng's mouth. He slowly rose to his feet and drew the Kunwu Sword from his backpack.

Sword in hand, he strode toward the central altar of the underground palace.

"Master Lin! Don’t... come back! That monster..." Wang Jisheng cried out in both shock and fear, but Lin Feng paid him no mind.

Instead, Zheng Xuance stopped Wang Jisheng.

"Stop shouting. It is useless. A great formation has been laid throughout this underground palace to confine that fiend, and at every moment it is drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If we let it recover through that formation, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"So now is the best time to kill it!"

"Kill it? That monster is so powerful, how can we kill it? Even if Master Lin is formidable, he—"

Before Wang Jisheng could finish, he saw hundreds of jade talismans spill from Lin Feng's sleeve, one after another, twirling into the air. They faintly glowed as they hovered around him.

They formed a mysterious and profound array, with Lin Feng standing at its eye.

One step...

Two steps...

Three steps...

Lin Feng actually walked upon the talismans and rose slowly into the air, standing there in midair as he drew his sword, like a peerless immortal swordsman ascending beyond the heavens.

An ethereal, transcendent aura of astonishing purity radiated from him, outward from within.

With a clear ring, the treasured sword, after being sharpened from concealment, gave off a crisp sword cry that drifted down from the thirty-foot height above.

The sight was so breathtaking that it filled one with awe and longing.

"This... this is... has he ascended to immortality?" Wang Jisheng stared at the floating Lin Feng, his mouth agape, his jaw nearly dislocated.

Zheng Xuance wore a smile. Lin Feng's performance perfectly matched his conjecture. Lin Feng was absolutely not an ordinary mystic or martial artist, but a cultivator of immortality.

Luo Qiankun gazed up at Lin Feng in the air as though looking upon a god or Buddha. He pressed his palms together and offered devout prayers.

He had already completely taken Lin Feng to be his faith.

A roar rang out.

The murderous aura upon Lin Feng's sword awakened the giant demon. It suddenly opened its eyes and looked at him.

Those cold eyes, which had once looked down on all things and regarded every creature as no more than ants, flashed with a trace of shock and fear.

It stood up and spoke in a low voice, unexpectedly in the language of the Central Plains:

"Who are you? How do you know the blade intent of the demonic path?"

Indeed, it recognized at once that the blade intent on Lin Feng's Kunwu Sword was precisely the blade intent of the Three Blades of Avici.

Such an evil and sinister blade intent was rare even among the pure-blooded demonic race and demonic cultivators. A blade intent of this level, if even slightly mismanaged, would backfire upon its owner and turn them into a puppet of slaughter.

Lin Feng glanced at the giant demon and answered in the language of the demon race:

"Blade intent of the demonic path? No. This is my blade intent—the supreme blade intent that once severed the Great Demon Klos!"

"What!"

The giant demon could scarcely believe its ears. A human actually spoke the language of the demon race, and from the sound of it, this person had even slain Klos!

Klos was a lord-level existence among the demon race, a resplendent figure who had once withstood the assaults of the entire Heavenly Court by his own power and then led the demon race to a victorious counterattack against Heaven.

Was this man truly so extraordinary?

The giant demon did not believe it. It raised its right arm, and its entire body burst into raging purple flames.

"Roar!"

With a lift of its hand, it was about to smash Lin Feng into dust with a single punch. Yet Lin Feng flicked his long sword in his right hand, unleashing a surge of blade intent. In the blink of an eye, a blade aura met the furious giant fist that came crashing down.

On one side was the giant demon's fist, as huge as a car, tearing through the air as it thundered forward.

On the other was the tiny human, floating in the air like a drifting fallen leaf.

Almost everyone shut their eyes. The difference in strength was far too great; none of them dared watch the bloody scene to come.

Yet reality proved astonishing beyond belief, stirring the blood and surging the heart.

"Ah—"

The moment the blade aura met the giant fist, it was like slicing through tofu. With a sharp crack, it cut through with unstoppable force and in an instant severed the giant demon's entire right arm.

Purple blood splashed everywhere, and at last the giant demon let out a scream.

It could never have imagined that a mere human, a lowly worm, could truly wound it with a single sword strike.

Could it be... that he had truly been the one to cut down the Great Demon Klos, just as he said?

"I don't believe it!"

Sensing the threat of death, the giant demon roared. Demonic runes appeared on its spine:

Slay all under heaven; I am the demonic path.

These were the runes by which lower demons pledged allegiance to higher demons. At the same time, in moments of crisis, they could also borrow the strength of a higher demon for their own use.

Blazing purple demonic flames erupted and soon enveloped the giant demon, forming a complete suit of demonic armor.

A purple flame demon blade also appeared in its hand.

"The War of Kris!"

The giant demon bellowed these five words in the demon language. The runes behind it instantly spread across its entire body, and in its eyes and brows there gleamed a ferocious thirst for blood and cruelty.

"Die, you filthy inferior insect!"

In a flash, the giant demon seemed to enter a berserk state, its strength and physical toughness rising by several levels.

The purple flame demon blade in its hand came down straight and plain toward Lin Feng's waist, without the slightest flourish.

There was no doubt about this strike. It was the full-force blow of the giant demon.

Heat rolled and roared as the blazing blade aura whipped up a thundering wind that sent Lin Feng's robes billowing.

Faced with the giant demon's all-out power and this killing strike bearing down upon him, Lin Feng stood as steady as a mountain over an abyss, still floating in midair upon the jade talismans.

His face was calm as frost, unmoved as an ancient well.

He only spat out six cold words:

"Blue Netherworld of Karmic Sin, Sever!"

A hush fell.

Lin Feng seemed to stand above the River of the Dead, the Kunwu Sword in his hand resonating with a true sword cry, like a distant hymn of death.

Blade intent infused with the boundless, inescapable hellscape transformed into an exceedingly thin streak of remnant light, slashing out with blinding speed. Wherever it passed, nothing could withstand it.

In an instant, it severed the purple flame demon blade that the giant demon had condensed with a thousand years of its own life. A diagonal slash, a flash of silver light.

The giant demon never imagined that it would be so utterly helpless, decapitated with a single strike.