Chapter 189: A Wooden Chest
Long Jiaonan also hesitated for a moment. The vortex above Tianbo City had now become a passage connecting to another world. The celestial demons emerging from the vortex grew increasingly powerful, a dense, black mass of demonic beings surging down from the sky like a tide.
"Leave! My people of Dutian, leave our broken, dark world and head for the new world!"
The Dutian Demon King stood atop the altar, spreading his eight arms to welcome the celestial demons descending from the sky. His voice rumbled, shaking heaven and earth: "Come, my people. This new world is not as desolate as Dutian. This world has beautiful women, endless food, and those who guard it are all weaklings. Let us trample them!"
Long Jiaonan saw her own father crushed under the Demon King's foot. The flood dragon her father had raised also lay prostrate on the ground, unable to move.
Another sect leader-level existence had already been beheaded, his skull torn off by the Dutian Demon King and held high in one hand.
"Is the Dragon Gate Sect truly finished?" A sense of desolation filled her heart.
The celestial demons in the sky fell like rain, attacking the fleeing soldiers all around. Qin Mu was also blasted to the ground by several demons. With a few thuds, six or seven demons landed near him and slowly rose to their feet.
Qin Mu was no stranger to celestial demons. When he and the Village Chief had traveled through the Great Wasteland at night, searching for the Land of No Worries, they had encountered celestial demons and killed quite a few.
These celestial demons had powerful bodies, bizarre appearances, and were different from humans. They cultivated demonic energy, excelled in close combat and spells, and their techniques were strange, though not as refined as human magic arts.
As soon as these demons landed, Qin Mu flashed beside one, swung his blade, and decapitated it. He then dodged the scorpion tail sweeping toward him from another demon, its gleaming barb nearly hooking him.
Qin Mu pointed his fingers and thrust forward, the Shaobao Sword piercing through the demon that hadn't yet retracted its tail. With a reverse hand, he used the Demon Freedom Seal, pulling the soul of a demon approaching from behind out of its body and shattering it instantly!
"Yunala!"
A bull-headed demon in the distance pointed at him and shouted loudly, "Yunala, ma abu lu ji nu didi najia hum (Warrior, I challenge you)!"
"Come on, who's afraid of who!"
Qin Mu roared, his primordial energy exploding as he activated the Overlord Body Three Elixir Art. The bull-headed demon bellowed and charged forward, dragging a massive blade over three zhang long. The blade scraped the ground, trailing sparks and light as it came. With another roar, he swung the blade down at Qin Mu!
At that moment, a massive serpent crashed down from the sky, crushing the bull-headed demon into powder. Long Jiaonan landed on the ground atop the serpent, its tail sweeping like a rolling iron pillar, crushing dozens of charging demons.
Qin Mu flashed away. Long Jiaonan was about to attack when suddenly a dense, black mass of countless demons fell from the sky. Even though her cultivation surpassed Qin Mu's by two or three realms, she was soon trapped in a bitter struggle.
Qin Mu was also surrounded. Fox Lili quickly summoned a tornado that swirled around them, but some demons still broke through the wind and lunged at them.
More and more demons surged 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 have to clean it up yourself. This time, I can't clean it up."
Cold sweat broke out on Qin Mu's forehead. Suddenly, a bright light came from the south. The light moved across the sky, illuminating heaven and earth.
The light grew brighter and brighter, moving swiftly from the south. Wherever it passed, countless demons fell from the sky, their bodies and heads separated. Qin Mu looked up, his heart shaken.
The light was a sword swarm.
A swarm of countless flying swords!
How many flying swords were there? It was impossible to count.
Within the sword swarm, thousands of sword pellets spun rapidly, each like a bright moon. As they turned, flying swords shot out from the pellets, stabbing, slashing, cutting, slicing, clouding, or lifting, killing demons in the air one after another.
The sword swarm was vast beyond measure. Each sword emitted a dazzling light. There must have been millions of swords, and their combined radiance was truly magnificent.
Although the demons pouring from Dutian had blotted out the sky, the brilliant sword swarm swept through, quickly clearing the heavens, leaving only countless corpses falling from the sky.
In Tianbo City, the Dutian Demon King's face changed dramatically. He roared and intensified his summoning of his true body. The hundreds of demons around the altar chanted loudly in demonic language, using countless bones to call forth the Dutian Demon King's true form.
The sky shook violently. A giant foot reached over from the other world, surrounded by rolling demonic flames that burned the sky red.
The sword swarm in the air suddenly turned and howled toward Tianbo City, its scale nearly as large as the city itself.
Inside the city, the Dutian Demon King roared, raising his eight arms high. With a hum, a massive black barrier appeared above Tianbo City, covering the sky.
In an instant, a cacophony of harsh, piercing sounds erupted, causing countless people's eardrums to bleed. It was the sound of flying swords colliding with the Dutian Demon King's black barrier. The clanging sounds erupted almost simultaneously, overwhelming everyone's ears.
Qin Mu's ears went deaf. He couldn't hear anything else. Around him, countless demons covered their ears and crouched on the ground, in agony.
On the opposite bank of Tianbo City in Wuding Commandery, countless Yan Kang soldiers were fighting against the invading demons, the battle turning the world upside down. The harsh noise from the collision of sword light and the black barrier also tormented these soldiers, but being farther away, they could bear it.
Splashes sounded on the river as demons flying toward the opposite bank were shaken from the air and fell into the water.
On the city wall of Wuding Commandery, a white-haired old general looked surprised and said, "National Teacher, a great expert has arrived on the opposite shore!"
"Duke Wei, this person is more than just a great expert."
The Yan Kang National Teacher stood ahead, gazing at the scene across the river, and said, "His strength is not far from mine, and he is even a bit stronger than those three old monsters who once besieged me."
Duke Wei looked puzzled, studying the Dutian Demon King who was resisting the sword swarm, then looked up at the sky. Half of the Dutian Demon King's true leg had already stepped into this world. He asked in confusion, "Who summoned this demon king? Isn't that too ruthless? Have the southern border factions lost all restraint to win?"
The Yan Kang National Teacher shook his head and said, "With me here, the Dutian Demon King cannot descend into this world. On the contrary, the one who summoned this demon god has done a great service to Yan Kang. Isn't Tianbo City already broken? That saves our soldiers from bleeding. If it were me, to protect our soldiers' lives, I would have chosen to do the same."
Duke Wei sighed, "National Teacher, this is why they don't understand you and call you a demonic path."
The Yan Kang National Teacher stepped out of the city tower and walked toward the opposite Tianbo City, smiling, "They say that only because I have touched their interests. My merits and faults cannot be judged by the people of today. It will take people a thousand years to assess my achievements and mistakes! Besides, in my eyes, they are already dead."
In Tianbo City, the Dutian Demon King grunted. His eight palms were bloody and mangled. The onslaught of countless sharp swords was terrifying, and the force transmitted was too much for this body to bear.
If his true body had come, he could have withstood it. But this body was merely a transformation from a wooden fetus. Qin Mu had summoned him with demonic sound, but Qin Mu's strength was too weak, allowing only a low amount of energy to be transmitted through him, insufficient to contend with the master of countless flying swords.
Just then, he saw a middle-aged man walking from the river. The Dutian Demon King's heart tightened. He was about to divert some power when he saw a sword light rushing toward his face.
What an astonishingly peerless sword strike!
This sword contained the most profound principles of the sword path, expressing the changes and killing intent of the sword path to the fullest. It was as if the most exquisite painting was unfolding before his eyes. Seeing this painting, dying was worth it.
And so he died.
His head, with four faces and twelve eyes, was severed by that sword light and rolled from his neck.
The Yan Kang National Teacher sheathed his sword and stepped into Tianbo City. The demons in the city were still presiding over the altar. Seeing this middle-aged man, countless demons swarmed toward him.
Then, the Dutian Demon King's massive corpse fell, and the black barrier collapsed, dissolving in the air.
The countless flying swords that had been attacking the black barrier suddenly retracted, drilling back into the sword pellets. Thousands of finger-sized sword pellets floated in the air, spinning.
At that moment, a chest flew over from the distance. The lid of the wooden chest opened, and countless sword pellets clinked and clattered as they drilled into it.
The Yan Kang National Teacher looked at the wooden chest, lost in thought, and did not move. Behind him, the Yan Kang army was crossing the river, charging into Tianbo City, slaughtering the demons and engaging them in battle.
Without anyone presiding over the altar, the shocking summoning abruptly stopped. The ever-growing vortex in the sky ceased expanding and began to shrink slowly.
The Dutian Demon King's true body had already stepped one leg in but was forced to withdraw it. A roar of frustration echoed from deep in the sky, filled with unwillingness.
Outside Tianbo City, Qin Mu also looked up at the wooden chest in midair, a puzzled expression on his face. "That chest looks very familiar. It seems to be the one from the blacksmith's shop in the village. That wooden chest was also full of silver pellets. Granny Si told me they weren't sword pellets, just ordinary silver pellets, and said that Grandpa Mute couldn't possibly be that rich..."
He saw that all the sword pellets had entered the wooden chest, which was slowly descending. He immediately sprinted toward where it was falling.
The wooden chest landed 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 and holding a wooden chest in his hand. His face was weathered, etched with the wrinkles of time.
The old man in plain clothes saw him running over and grinned, his mouth empty of a tongue.
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