Daoist Competition

This Sun-shielding Dark Cloud is formed by gathering the Demonic Qi of human desire. It can isolate the Pure Spirit Qi of heaven and earth. If left unchecked, it will unknowingly taint one’s Heart and Spirit and render controlled demon spirits weak and powerless. In the next battle, one will undoubtedly fall into a disadvantageous position.

This was something he would never allow. Channeling his entire body’s Mana, he raised his hand and pointed. A streak of Thunder Light erupted violently with a crackling roar, tearing a fissure through the pitch-black heavens. A sliver of sunlight pierced through once more and spilled upon the earth.

Zhang Boyant had not anticipated that the opponent would be so decisive, willing to expend such a significant amount of Primordial Qi to rip apart the Dark Cloud. However, this treasure was borrowed with great difficulty specifically to deal with this individual—how could he let it be so easily broken? Chanting incantations under his breath, the black cloud writhed and squirmed as though attempting to seal itself once again.

Ying Chenglin would not stand idly by. The White Crane by his side lunged forward, pecking at Zhang Boyant’s Nascent Soul’s head. Then, with a leap of the fish-dragon beneath his feet, his body trembled and transformed into an unpredictable Clear Cloud. He pushed into the fissure, forcibly holding it open and preventing it from closing.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Red Eagle had reached the hall. Folding its wings, it transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman, her skin glimmering like snow. She was dressed in a Red Silk Robe and crowned with a Big Red Pearl Crown.

She glanced around as she was about to pursue the Nascent Soul Avatar but suddenly sensed a change behind her. Her eyes grew cold, and she spun around, letting out a resounding shout. With a single motion, she unleashed a crimson Evil Qi, blocking a surge of Yellow Smoke behind her. Within the smoke, countless Demon Shadows swirled menacingly, as though drawn by the smell of human blood, rushing toward her.

She retreated several steps, avoiding the initial assault. Then, with a graceful wave of her hand, she drew a red silk scarf. Chanting softly with her delicate lips, she flung the scarf outward. It expanded in the wind, swiftly enveloping every Demon Shadow. With a sharp shake, they were all reduced to scattered Essence Qi.

Xu Gongyuan pursued her from behind, intending to ambush her when she least expected it. However, he did not foresee that she carried a Protective Magical Treasure. It was more than just a simple aide like Ying Chenglin’s demon spirit. Not daring to underestimate her, he produced the Jade Mirror bestowed upon him by Zhang Boyant. With a swift motion, he aimed the mirror at her, releasing a blinding beam of light that tore through the Void.

The Eagle Girl was instantly engulfed in a blinding white radiance. Her eyes could not open, and her sense of balance wavered as dizziness overtook her. Just as the beam struck her, a vibrant feather flew out, exuding layers of brilliance that shielded her. Although the feather turned to flames after mere moments, it managed to block the Mirror Light from reaching her.

Alarmed, she realized that the opponent also possessed a Supreme Treasure. She quickly steadied herself, resolving to eliminate the greatest threat first before continuing her pursuit of the Nascent Soul.

Her hesitation gave Zhang Boyant’s Nascent Soul Avatar an opportunity to advance deeper inside.

In truth, this Avatar had not yet been refined to the level of Ruyi Yuanrong. It would be of little use in a contest against Cultivators of the same realm. In the event of its destruction, it would harm Zhang Boyant’s own Cultivation. However, when dealing with low-level disciples, it was more than sufficient.

Relying on its Mana, the Avatar rampaged through the inner hall without restraint. Before it could stabilize its footing, a chilling, razor-sharp sword light slashed down directly above it.

The light had emanated from the inner hall and traversed several hundred feet, cleaving directly toward the front of the hall. Its aura exuded an all-encompassing intent, capable of cutting through anything and shattering all techniques.

The Nascent Soul Avatar displayed a flicker of caution. Raising its hand, it summoned a dense, murky Yellow Cloud. This fog, heavy and obscure, rose to meet the sword light. A sharp hissing noise followed as the blade penetrated five feet into the cloud before stopping. The cloud was nearly severed entirely, yet it held firm. The Avatar muttered in surprise, "Shaoqing Killing Sword?"

No sooner had the first slash receded than a second streak of sword light descended. The Nascent Soul Avatar sneered, "Perhaps Ji Jingzi could stand against me, but you alone are insufficient!"

As it prepared to counterattack with its powers, its expression suddenly shifted. Adopting a defensive posture, it watched as silver projectiles the size of goose eggs rapidly flew toward it. Each struck its Protective Magic Cloud, forcing it to retreat step by step. After enduring over ten impacts, it found itself nearly pushed out of the hall.

Fang Zhenlu, lowering the exquisite and radiant Golden Bow in his hand, appeared slightly fatigued. His "Moon Gathering Bow," a Mystical Artifact gifted by the Chen Family, could usually take down a single Hua Dan Cultivator with just one shot. Yet, against the Nascent Soul Avatar of this Old Demon, it could only force a retreat.

Infuriated by being pressed so hard by a younger generation, Zhang Boyant’s Nascent Soul Avatar formed a spell with its fingers. Its body dispersed into smoke with a tremendous roar. Amidst the spreading clouds, over a hundred nightmarish Devils swarmed forth, their piercing shrieks echoing through the hall. They targeted the disciples of weaker power, swallowing anyone who failed to evade in time.

Kang Tong remained unshaken as a Devil charged toward him. Activating his Flying Sword, it soared with agility and met the Devil head-on, slicing it cleanly in half. However, moments after the sword light dissipated, the Devil reconstituted itself, its severed head shaking as it returned to strike again.

Chu Anmin, leading his fellow sect brothers in defense, suddenly felt his body lighten. Turning back, he was horrified to find himself caught in the jaws of a Devil. His Protective Treasure Clothes prevented an immediate breach, but as he struggled to break free, ten more ghostly heads swarmed in, gnawing relentlessly. Within moments, his outer Treasure Robe was torn apart. The Devils each latched onto his limbs and torso, pulling in unison to dismember him on the spot. Hot, fresh blood spilled as they devoured him voraciously.

Zuo Mo of the Yuxiao Sect found himself surrounded by seven or eight Devils. Completely overwhelmed, his previous composure and arrogance vanished. Sweat beaded upon his brow as he deployed a flying shuttle with shimmering silver starlight, weaving it around himself for protection. He struggled against the onslaught, daring not to make a careless move.

These Devils, initially no larger than baskets, swelled to a height of ten feet after consuming dozens of victims. Their shrieks grew so piercing they sent tiles crumbling and dust falling from the rafters, becoming increasingly savage.

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The Devils sought blood food with fervor. Three of them charged directly at Zhang Yan. Activating his Mana, Zhang Yan summoned Elixir Evil, dispersing the Devils slightly.

As his gaze roved, he noticed the Devils indiscriminately biting into anything resembling blood. Their actions were devoid of intelligence, guided solely by instinct. A plan began to take form in his mind. With a low shout, he leapt into the air and flew toward the side hall. The persistent Devils howled and chased after him relentlessly.

Among those present, Fang Zhenlu—being well-equipped with numerous Protective Magical Treasures—found a moment to glance around. Seeing Zhang Yan attempting to leave, he opened his mouth to call out to him. But before he could utter a word, Zhang Yan had already taken flight. Too late to warn him, Fang Zhenlu shook his head, certain that Zhang Yan was heading toward his doom.

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