Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Jiang Shu stood in the void.

All around him were countless broken spaces, and streams of space turbulence tearing through them.

Even some ordinary Daoist Monarchs and Demon Monarchs, if they flew into the sky, could be caught up in it and face life-threatening danger.

But Jiang Shu calmly took a step forward, his expression serene, while the Primordial Power, fused with various Great Daos within him, surged like a great wave beneath the ocean. That recent strike, the Qi Swallowing Vientiane Fist, though astonishing, was also a considerable burden on him, as coordinating and mobilizing the overwhelming Daoist Rules all at once was too immense.

He lifted his gaze, looking down calmly at the completely collapsed Split Stone City.

He slowly spat out a word.

"Kill."

This word "kill" contained endless Slaughter Dao.

The Dao Yun disseminated downwards, empowering the human cultivators underground.

On the city walls, the demoralized and scattered Demon Race members still instinctively used bone spears or inferior demon arts to resist the probing attack of the human race, but it was futile.

The city defense array had been broken, one powerful Demon Venerable was dead, and the other was missing. The Green Wind Demon Eagle had been severely injured by a space rift and fell, its life or death unknown.

The city head had no strong defenses and no powerful support.

The last mainstay of the Demon Race in this city, the Golden Horn Demon Antelope, had been struck into nothingness by his punch, dealing a devastating psychological blow to the Demon Race.

Jiang Shu’s gaze shifted towards the direction of the Human Race Alliance Army, giving a barely noticeable nod towards where Lu Chong was.

Then, his figure wavered slightly, and the space beneath him rippled like water.

He did not strike again.

The city was doomed, and the rest was no longer needed of him.

Rather than staying here and increasing the variables, it was better to find a quiet place first to recover from his internal injuries.

After battling the three Demon Venerables, Jiang Shu had some new insights into the Space Dao.

Combat has always been the best way to improve oneself.

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The moment Jiang Shu’s figure quietly disappeared amid the space fluctuations, the Human Race Alliance Army erupted with an even fiercer wave of attack!

"Break the city!"

Lu Chong suddenly stood up, ignoring his injuries, and roared hoarsely!

"Daoist Venerable, cut down the generals!"

"Brothers! Follow me to break the enemy!"

A disciple of the True Martial Sect roared, personally carrying a huge armor-piercing cone battle flag, leading the charge toward the Split Stone City with its broken city shield and crumbling Demon Race morale!

"Kill!!"

The endless shouts merged into a torrent of steel, crashing down on the unprotected Split Stone City like the sky was falling!

War drums beat, horns sounded, and all kinds of siege weapons unleashed their full power. The powerhouses no longer worried about the Demon Venerable’s interception, attacking the city walls and interiors with powerful magic gleams!

The morale of the human cultivators ignited like a prairie fire, breaking through all the darkness!

And the defeat of the Demon Race had become inevitable.

Jiang Shu appeared again on a hillside area a hundred miles away from Split Stone City.

From here, he could overlook the entire battlefield, but he was already out of that noisy and bloody vortex center.

The mountain wind howled, blowing his tattered green robe.

He did not rush to leave, needing a breath and time to sort out the incredibly taxing "Qi Swallowing Vientiane Fist" and the realm he had broken through not long ago, needing to settle after the actual combat.

This battle, killing the Golden Horn Demon Antelope, was more about verifying and perfecting his method of Great Dao fusion.

The 256-fold acceleration inside the Eternal Tower was, after all, a simulation. Only a real bloody battle could fully stabilize the realm and allow him to wield power effortlessly.

He quietly sat cross-legged on a piece of Qing Shi, eyes slightly closed, as if already in meditation.

But his divine sense was like an invisible radar, meticulously scanning for any subtle fluctuations in the battlefield space within tens of miles, to guard against unexpected situations.

Inside him, in the Venerable Space fused with Black Stone Core Chaos Dao Patterns, nourished by the rich life force emanating from the World Tree Seedling, it was slowly absorbing the last remaining law fragments devoured and decomposed from the Golden Horn Demon Antelope, making subtle adjustments and consolidations.

The multiple law fusion paths of the Qi Swallowing Vientiane Fist were also being reenacted in his mind, striving to make the next time more harmonious and natural.

In the extreme distance, the shouts and explosions from the direction of Split Stone City were still ongoing but had evidently become a one-sided massacre. The city had fallen. The overall situation was set.

However, under Jiang Shu’s slightly closed eyelids, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Just a moment’s rest after his full exertion, his divine sense caught a trace of an extremely concealed, almost imperceptible thought wave, seemingly from an infinitely distant place.

That wave carried a trace of anger, a hint of coldness, a touch of violated majesty, like the shadow of clouds hanging low in the sky, fleeting and swift enough to make one think it was an illusion.

If he had not just completed a full-force battle, with his divine sense at a highly sensitive reactive state, he wouldn’t have detected it at all.

Was it that his excessively domineering action had alarmed some ancient beings of the Demon Race?

The figure sitting cross-legged remained as steady as a mountain, but in Jiang Shu’s heart, a string had quietly tightened.

He slowly opened his eyes, casting his gaze towards the vague direction of the Demon Domain’s core Emperor Palace, unfathomable.

Jiang Shu had never harbored any underestimations towards the Demon Race.

It seems that in some long-forgotten ages, the Demon Race had amazing figures, leaving behind tremendous inheritances, like the Ten Thousand Spirits Casting Venerable Array, unheard of before.

He himself stepped into the Chaos Hole Realm, naturally knowing how rare this realm is.

That the Demon Race could create a Demon Venerable simply with an array could only indicate the profound heritage of the Demon Race.

What’s more horrifying is, this is only the apparent array.