Daoist Competition

The strike from Demon King Quan He descended with mountain-crushing might, intending to forcibly push Zhang Yan aside so his demon army could smoothly cross the river and charge into Chui State City.

With a smile, Zhang Yan invoked his Mysterious Skill, sending forth the Xuanhuang Great Hand from the top of his head, initially measuring one zhang in size, but in the blink of an eye, it grew to more than thirty zhang. By the time it reached high up, it was even larger than Quan He himself, supporting the descending palm steadily. He said, "Demon King Quan, your strength is considerable, and your temper quite fiery."

Seeing his strike ineffective, Demon King Quan He wasn’t surprised. He roared and flipped his palm, producing a Hexagonal Gold Hammer from nowhere, swinging it down towards Zhang Yan’s head.

Zhang Yan raised the Xuanhuang Great Hand to meet it. The Divine Weapon’s power was immense; with a single blow, the Xuanhuang Great Hand disintegrated into wisps of yellow mist, causing Master Yang and others spectating from the city walls to exclaim in shock.

Quan He, thinking he had seized an opportunity, moved with surprising speed despite his enormous size. Lifting the gold hammer slightly, he swung it down with full force.

Unperturbed, Zhang Yan calmly took out a spell, releasing a streak of yellow True Light from the top of his head to collide with the gold hammer.

Upon contact, a loud blast echoed. Zhang Yan’s form shook slightly, while Demon King Quan He felt a mighty force surge from his hand, causing pain even with his immense strength, forcing him to lean back and retreat half a step.

The demons behind Quan He, seeing their monarch at a disadvantage, roared in unison. Immediately, over ten Demon Generals leapt into the air, riding the wind to besiege Zhang Yan.

These demon cultivators were all armored and armed like mortal generals, their Cultivation noteworthy, all within the Hua Dan Realm. A common cultivator would find fending off such an assault by over ten peers a formidable task, let alone standing still.

But Zhang Yan practiced the True Sect Dharma technique, possessing a First-class Elixir Formation. With his overwhelming Elixir Evil, few in the Xuanmen Sect could stand equal to him. Therefore, he showed no fear, laughed aloud, and said, "You’re just in time!"

He scattered the Water Element True Light, and instantly a water-colored brilliance soared skyward, forming a barrier before him. Two charging Demon Generals could not halt in time and fell into it, while the other generals, frightened by the sight, halted immediately, vigorously deploying their Divine Weapons from dozens of zhang away.

By then, Quan He had recovered, swung the hammer once more, this time sweeping horizontally, erupting with a deep sound breaking through the air.

Zhang Yan sneered, and as he urged his intention, several feet of splendid light emerged from his Treasure Robe. As the golden hammer fell upon it, his form merely trembled lightly and steadied without suffering even a scratch.

With a flick of his sleeve, the water-colored True Light rose again, absorbing the Divine Weapons caught within and sweeping them away as if lost in rolling waves.

The Demon Generals, seeing their weapons captured by the enemy, panicked, desperately using spells to retrieve them, but no matter how hard they tried, their faces flushed, yielding no response.

To this point in the battle, Zhang Yan remained cross-legged, but now he calmly stood, taking his position atop the clouds, the yellow mist gathering above, the Xuanhuang Great Hand reformed. He said coldly, "Since you have come, why don’t you stay? None of you shall leave."

Demon King Quan He sensed the danger and shouted loudly, "Retreat quickly!"

Just as he was about to swing the gold hammer, Zhang Yan stamped his foot, sending the Water Element True Light surging fiercely.

Quan He suddenly felt as though a tidal force was pulling him in, straining to stabilize himself, unable to aid the few Demon Generals.

Simultaneously, Zhang Yan extended a finger, and the Xuanhuang Great Hand stretched to hundreds of zhang wide, shadowing like clouds across the sky, casting a broad shadow over the Demon Generals, descending to capture them all at once.

Zhang Yan chuckled coldly, urging his mana, causing the five fingers of the great hand to suddenly close!

The sound of crushing flesh and breaking bones echoed. Even with their powerful Power Dao, they were enveloped in such a grip, inside and out, twisted into a mass, their lives unpreservable.

Those Demon Generals, initially relying on their sturdy bodies to make trouble, now witnessed such a tragic scene. Despite their previous bravado, they couldn’t help but tremble in fear, their gaze at Zhang Yan full of terror, none daring to advance.