Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Night fell.

Niu Dali carried a giant axe, gazing towards the nameless mountain peak.

There, many killing arrays were laid in layers, causing heavy casualties to the Demon Race who charged to probe the arrays.

Ding Chunhua giggled and said, "Commander Niu, why not wait until daylight tomorrow to attack?"

In the darkness, it was more difficult to command the low-intelligence demon soldiers.

In contrast, the Human Race cultivators were more disciplined, with organized battle formations.

"Forget it, no more waiting. I’ll go up first and capture their commander."

Just then, a commotion was heard from the nameless mountain peak.

"Not good. They’ve split their forces to break through!"

Two Fake Pill True Masters from Cyan Cloud Sect split into two teams, breaking through towards the south and west.

Niu Dali leaped into the air to intercept.

A dazzling blue light appeared in front of him, carrying a violent thunderous aura, blocking his path.

It was none other than Celestial Thunder True Master, the central army commander of Cyan Cloud Sect.

"Demon Race, do not be arrogant!"

Celestial Thunder True Master pinched a spell, summoning his lifebound spiritual artifact, the Celestial Thunder Sword, which suddenly appeared, gathering thunder spiritual qi from heaven and earth, transforming into a purple thunderbolt as thick as a barrel, tearing through space, and striking towards Niu Dali’s body.

Where the lightning passed, the air exploded, and the demonic qi dispersed.

Celestial Thunder True Master did not hold back, directly displaying his most skilled thunder technique divine power: Purple Sky Thunder Sword.

"Trivial trick!"

Niu Dali grinned fiercely, not dodging, as demonic qi exploded all over his body.

With a roar, Niu Dali’s body expanded, instantly transforming into a nine-zhang tall giant, muscles knotted.

Not only that.

A black light flashed.

Niu Dali’s entire body turned pitch-black, covered in heavy armor engraved with complex demonic runes, with a helmet featuring two huge horns, making him particularly striking.

In the blink of an eye, this demon commander turned into an armored and helmeted war general, exuding a terrifying presence.

What was more alarming was the apparition of an Iron-Eating Demon Bull behind him, towering over the heavens and stepping onto the earth, roaring towards the sky.

The apparition was as solid as reality, with twin horns emitting a piercing cold light, as if they could pierce the firmament.

This was the characteristic of a Dharma Realm Body Refiner.

"Moo!"

The giant axe swung through the air.

Niu Dali wielded the giant axe, slashing towards the Purple Sky Thunder Sword.

Simultaneously.

The Iron-Eating Demon Bull apparition behind him raised its head and rammed heavily with its horns.

"Boom!"

The Purple Sky Thunder Sword, which was specifically designed to counter demons, was struck away by Niu Dali’s axe.

The Celestial Thunder Sword let out a mournful cry, retracting its lightning as it flew back.

The scattered thunder that fell on Niu Dali was blocked by the pitch-black demonic armor, producing only a small noise before quietly dying out.

Celestial Thunder True Master’s thunder technique divine power had no effect on Niu Dali.

Seeing this scene, the seven direct disciples behind Celestial Thunder True Master turned pale.

They knew the power of their master’s thunder technique divine power.

Against demons and beasts of the same level, they were usually invincible.

Yet now, there was not the slightest effect.

For a moment, heavy emotions filled everyone’s hearts.

Military orders were as firm as a mountain.

They had no intention of retreating in the face of battle.

Behind each of them were family members.

However, falling here still felt somewhat unwilling.

"Is that all you’ve got?"

Niu Dali sneered as he looked at Celestial Thunder True Master on the opposite side.

"Old Niu here eats gold and iron, frequently tempering my body with thunder. Your low-level thunder technique divine power isn’t even enough to tickle me."

Celestial Thunder True Master’s heart trembled.

They had crossed paths before.

Back then, he knew that this demon commander was incredibly skilled.

His demonic body refining technique was unfathomably deep.

"Celestial Thunder disciples, listen to my command!"

"Here!"

"Form the Seven Star Celestial Thunder Demon Execution Array to stop them!"

"Yes!"

The seven direct disciples under Celestial Thunder True Master each stood in a direction, simultaneously raising their magical treasures to form a giant net of thunder, blocking the Demon Race army’s pursuit.

"Such a small array dares to block my path!"

Niu Dali chuckled and swung his giant axe, ready to break the array.

"Demon Race, let’s go again!"

Celestial Thunder True Master roared, raising the Celestial Thunder Sword to slash towards Niu Dali’s neck.

"Oh, going all out now!"

Niu Dali was unconcerned, lifting his giant axe to block the Celestial Thunder Sword.

On the other side.

Ding Chunhua led over a dozen Foundation Establishment demon soldiers to pursue another team.

True Master Purple Mist led five direct disciples, setting up a formation to block the way in front.

"Purple Mist Treasure Seal!"

A purple treasure seal was summoned in the air, slowly rotating, casting down auspicious purple qi like a canopy, protecting himself and the five direct disciples within.

The purple treasure seal shimmered with dazzling spiritual light.

As soon as some Foundation Establishment demon soldiers came into contact with the purple qi from the treasure seal, their demonic qi stagnated, they lost consciousness, and collapsed weakly to the ground.

True Master Purple Mist’s five direct disciples each wielded their magic swords, stepping forward to pierce the hearts of these Foundation Establishment demon soldiers.

"Stop!"

Outside the array, Ding Chunhua raised her hand, halting the Demon Race team’s advance.

Her figure flickered like a phantom.

"What a protective spiritual artifact!"

Ding Chunhua giggled.

"Old man, open your eyes and take a look at me."

As soon as the words fell.

The few strips of fabric on Ding Chunhua’s body floated away with the wind.

Her springtime beauty was suddenly revealed, with a nearly naked and graceful curve.

In a series of tantalizing giggles, Ding Chunhua struck various alluring poses.

A special sweet fragrance floated in the air.

Desire surged like a tide.

Any normal man seeing this scene would find their heart pounding rapidly, blood boiling, and passion burning like a blazing flame.

True Master Purple Mist was fine.

He was a True Pill True Master with a century of Core Formation, his Dao heart firm, immune to Ding Chunhua’s little seductive tricks.

However, his five direct disciples couldn’t withstand it.

"Master, I...I can’t take it!"

The youngest disciple blushed, eyes glazed, murmuring as he gazed at Ding Chunhua opposite.

"I want to..."

Looking at the other four.

All were breathing rapidly, sweat beading on their foreheads.

In their eyes, the opposite side was no longer a battlefield, but a blissful illusion realm with half-disrobed figures and jade bodies displayed.

The Purple Mist Treasure Seal could block the Demon Race’s technique attacks, but it could not defend against the seductive demon technique aimed directly at the divine soul from the enchanting phantom demon.

"Guard your spirit platform tightly, see through the illusions!"

True Master Purple Mist roared in anger.

His voice boomed like a great bell, yet failed to awaken the disciples submerged in a sea of desire.

He knew something was wrong, and with a sweep of his sleeve, a gentle force propelled the five disciples back dozens of feet, away from the battlefield.

"Demoness, prepare to die!"

True Master Purple Mist’s anger reached its peak, with his sword-point directed.

Purple Mist Treasure Seal blazed brilliantly with Spiritual Light, carrying mighty momentum, and transformed into a purple meteor that suddenly smashed down on Ding Chunhua who was posing elegantly!

"Boom!"

Purple Mist Treasure Seal landed, cracking the ground, creating a deep pit.

However, the singing and dancing "Ding Chunhua" on the opposite side shattered inch by inch like foam, dissipating into the air.

"Not good, it’s an illusion."

True Master Purple Mist felt a chill at heart.

Before he could retrieve the Purple Mist Treasure Seal.

In the shadow three feet behind him, the air rippled, revealing Ding Chunhua like a poisonous flower blooming in the dark night.

Her fingertips suddenly expanded, sharp as blades, emitting a bizarre demonic light as black as ink, aiming directly at True Master Purple Mist’s vital spot from behind.

"True Master Purple Mist, your mind is in turmoil."

Amidst the coquettish laughter, the murderous intent was clear.

A purple Spirit Shield appeared on True Master Purple Mist’s body, protecting him.

However, Ding Chunhua appeared too swiftly.

True Master Purple Mist had no time to summon a protective Spiritual Artifact, only to endure it.

...

Amidst the Demon Race army, red light flickered in Shen Xuan’s eyes as he secretly observed the battle.

"That Commander Niu, at the peak of Dharma Realm, is physically formidable, with infinite strength and tough armor. His combat power surpasses the middle stage of Golden Core; True Master Celestial Thunder might not be his match."

"However, True Master Celestial Thunder can still resist for a while."

"As for True Master Purple Mist, he seems unaware of that demoness’s true body location."

"Ah, yes. That demoness is a Phantom Demon, requiring particularly keen perception to detect."

"Commander Niu cannot be killed for the moment. True Master Celestial Thunder can still hold on for a while. But this demoness, although also in Core Formation Realm, seems to excel in stealth assassination, with slightly weaker frontal combat capability."

"But, apart from these two, does the Demon Race have any hidden strong powerhouses?"

After Core Formation, the accuracy of [Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil] diminishes.

Shen Xuan felt uneasy.

Seeing True Master Purple Mist falling into the trap, Ding Chunhua unleashed her killing move.

Shen Xuan stopped thinking.

He took a deep breath.

In the next moment, green light flashed.

He performed [Yin Yang Stroll], blocking in front of True Master Purple Mist.

This pseudo-space Divine Power moved swiftly in short distances, almost immediately.

When Ding Chunhua noticed a Demon soldier appearing before her, her face changed dramatically in shock.

Though appearing as a Demon soldier.

Yet Shen Xuan’s aura was clearly at the middle stage of Golden Core.

"Who are you!"

Ding Chunhua did not slow, her hands split.

A claw from her fingertip lunged at Shen Xuan.

The other maintained the original speed, aiming for True Master Purple Mist.

"A bold demoness, daring to be distracted before me!"

Shen Xuan said with admiration.

He directly wielded the Ice Soul Divine Sword, cutting towards the fingertip claw.

"Ice Technique Golden Core!"

Ding Chunhua recognized its power, her figure retreated wildly.

"You are Shen Xuan!"

Ice Technique Golden Core is exceptionally rare.

Though disguised as a Demon soldier.

Yet, mingling in the Demon Race army, coming to aid Cyan Cloud Sect’s True Masters.

Ding Chunhua instantly thought of Shen Xuan.

On the other side, the dominant Niu Dali heard Ding Chunhua’s startled cry.

"Does it matter!"

Shen Xuan wielded the Ice Soul Divine Sword, pointing remotely at Ding Chunhua.

"Go!"

Sword Qi transformed into countless transparent ice threads, thin as hair, exuding a bone-chilling cold, shooting swiftly at Ding Chunhua.

"Sword Qi Condensing Silk?"

Ding Chunhua’s expression turned extremely unpleasant.

Her graceful body whirled, vanishing from the spot.

She dared not face Shen Xuan’s Ice Technique Divine Powers head-on.

"Want to escape? Not so easy!"

Shen Xuan’s body emitted crackling sounds, with azure thunder arcs flickering.

Instantly, he performed Thunder Escape to a hundred feet away.

The condensed silk Sword Qi, like swift light, shot forward again.

"Ah!"

Ding Chunhua manifested from the void, her face full of disbelief.

Her arm was grazed by Ice Soul Divine Light, instantly freezing.

"You can see through my tracks!"

Ding Chunhua wielded a black Demon saber, immediately severing that arm.

Afterwards, the black Demon saber transformed into a black beam, shooting towards Shen Xuan.

"You are indeed ruthless!"

Shen Xuan blocked the black Demon saber with one strike.

Then, once more performed Thunder Escape Technique, pursuing Ding Chunhua.

"Commander Niu, save me!"

Ding Chunhua flew towards Niu Dali’s direction.

"This person is Shen Xuan!"

She shouted loudly.

Shen Xuan was about to deliver a deadly strike.

Just then, a scream was heard.

A demon soldier was captured directly, thrown over, blocking Shen Xuan’s pursuit path.

"There’s another strong powerhouse!"

Shen Xuan’s heart shivered, slowing his pace.

Amidst swirling sword Qi, that demon soldier turned into a shower of blood.

Ding Chunhua seized the moment, hiding her figure in the void, flying towards the approaching Niu Dali.

"What a pity!"

Shen Xuan thought to himself.

He pushed [Illusion-Breaking Spirit Eye Technique], [Sharp-eyed], [Smell and Taste], [Ears Listening in All Directions], [Insight] to the limit.

No matter how strong Ding Chunhua’s stealth technique was, it couldn’t escape his discerning eyes.

The Phantom Demon, unable to hide her figure, posed no threat to him.

Regrettably, if given ten seconds, he could kill the Phantom Demon.

"Among the Demon Race, why doesn’t the hidden powerhouse join forces with these two?"

Shen Xuan scanned with Divine Sense, finding no anomaly.

"A stealth technique even surpassing this Phantom Demon!"

At this time, the nine-zhang-tall Niu Dali arrived timely.

"Great timing. You are the Shen Xuan with a major reward from the Young Master?"