Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

"I was passing through this place when someone invoked the Seven Kills Residual Thoughts, so I came down to take a look..."

"I didn’t expect to actually gain something."

"Indeed, a few big fish escaped from the annihilation of the Vast Sea Demon Path Main Altar!"

The young Cyan Robe Daoist’s calm voice echoed in the hall, as he stretched out his right hand. Black energy flickered, and a black longsword appeared floating before him, vibrating incessantly, with distorted blood-red characters for ’kill’ surfacing on the blade.

Upon its appearance, a fearsome aura froze the surrounding air.

Many were so terrified, they involuntarily stepped back a few paces, only feeling that even breathing was suffocating when near that black Demon Sword.

The black longsword wasn’t fully activated, yet its extraordinary presence already manifested. Lightly raised in that person’s hand, the seemingly small blade seemed to carry ten thousand tons of force, making the air roar from the unbearable burden.

Everyone gazed at this scene with utmost apprehension.

But the Cyan Robe Daoist’s cryptic words left everyone at the Demon Suppression Assembly greatly dissatisfied.

"What Vast Sea Demon Path? This is the Demon Suppression Assembly!"

"Who exactly are you, daring to intrude into our Demon Suppression Assembly, you must explain yourself!"

The banquet erupted into chaos, some loudly questioning, others shouting angrily, demanding an answer from the young Daoist...

Some people’s eyes flickered as if they realized something.

When they looked back at the young Daoist, their eyes were filled not just with fear, but with utter shock and disbelief.

Even involuntarily taking a step back, everyone’s expressions were varied, ever-changing, each extreme.

Of course, the gathering remained lively with noise.

Evidently, this stranger’s direct intrusion into the Demon Suppression Banquet showed a blatant disrespect for the Assembly.

For the cultivators present, it also felt like a slight and insult.

"They may not know what, but you should know what I’m talking about! Faceless Man!"

Amidst the chaos and noise at the banquet, and the continuous doubts flooding in, Zheng Yi remained unfazed, calmly turning his head towards that person and speaking.

The burly man, who had maintained an angry expression, couldn’t help but show a subtle change on his face upon hearing the name "Faceless Man," his slightly trembling eyes revealing inner unrest.

Indeed!

The visitor was Zheng Yi!

He bore no grudges against the Demon Suppression Assembly, just happened to pass by, sensing Abi and Yuan Tu, the two ominous Demon Weapons, subtly trembling. Though the movement was faint, it triggered the Seven Kills Residual Thoughts, so he came to investigate.

Guided by the Slaughter Demon Sword, he naturally found his target.

No matter how the outside is hidden, the inside remains unchangeable.

People can deceive, but weapons do not.

At first glance, Zheng Yi locked onto this person, even discerning his identity.

Back then, when he reemerged in the Archipelago Cultivation Realm to avenge the Flood Dragon Imperial Court, he single-handedly infiltrated the Vast Sea Demon Path Main Altar, uprooting this Human Race tumor from the Archipelago Cultivation Realm.

Even the ringleader, "Puppet Demon Child Master" Nala Heaven, perished at his hands.

Yet one big fish escaped.

This person was the only one who got away, the second ringleader of the Vast Sea Demon Path, the so-called ’Faceless Man,’ Bai Zujiang, a Demon Dao expert who trained in the Seven Kills Stele.

When Zheng Yi attacked the Vast Sea Demon Path Main Altar, this second in command wasn’t at the headquarters, thus escaping the tribulation, but during later inquiries, Zheng Yi noticed his absence on the list.

However, Zheng Yi directly refined the Seven Kills Stele, making him supremely sensitive to those Demon Dao cultivators who practiced the Seven Kills Residual Thoughts.

As long as the residual murderous source spirit light of the Seven Kills Stele surged within, outsiders might not detect it, but before Zheng Yi, it was like a lit candle in the night, starkly exposing itself.

Thus, Zheng Yi locked onto the position of this Faceless Man Bai Zujiang during the Demon Suppression Banquet, leading to this intrusion into the Demon Suppression Banquet.

Seeing the man opposite slightly move his lips, about to speak, Zheng Yi paid no heed at all.

He was not concerned with what the other party intended to say; to Zheng Yi, the words of a dead man had no significance.

Flicking his finger, the black sharp blade directly sliced through the air, a jet-black streak flashing by, fast as lightning.

It slashed through the air, crashing into the magical power shield rising before the burly cultivator.

Immediately, feeling uneasy, the man began frantically tossing out numerous Protective Spiritual Artifacts and High-Level Defense Talismans as if they cost nothing, layer upon layer, one over the other, forming an almost three-feet-thick barrier of air, enveloping him.

At this moment, countless spirit lights flickered, and golden lights danced freely.

This was no longer merely a protective shield.

It was clearly a Vajra Body Protection, an Iron Wall.

After doing all this, the cultivator finally let out a sigh of relief.

The anxious look in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by extreme confidence, as if his previous series of actions were mere show.

His goal was very simple, simply to provoke the other party into making a move. Once the opponent made a move, it would surely enrage the entire Demon Suppression Assembly, and the combined might of the numerous powerful cultivators present would be enough to eliminate the intruder.

It would also avenge the destruction of the Vast Sea Demon Path Main Altar.