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Without a grand declaration, Zuo Dao stood quietly in place, exuding a calmness that made him feel like a cornerstone in the sea, unyielding to the fiercest of storms.
The three great techniques—the Sitting Forgetting Sutra, the Supreme Heart Method, and the Great Dream Heart Sutra—were simultaneously operating within him. Waves of spiritual energy flowed through his body, causing his blood to resonate with a sound like distant thunder.
What fists could not resolve, he would let blades clarify. With a flick of his wrist, the long-absent Xiangsi Sword and the Soul-Devouring Blade were firmly in his grasp.
With a sword in his right hand and a knife in his left, clad in white robes, he stood alone in the void, pointing his sword at the Demon King. Though he spoke not a word, his intent was clear.
With a tremor beneath his feet, a gust of energy appeared behind him. Under the gaze of the crowd, Zuo Dao took the initiative to launch an attack. It was not teleportation nor spatial evasion; it was purely the power of his own body propelling him forward as he charged towards the Eight Kings. The void behind him was marked by a series of footprints that shattered upon his passing.
His right thrust transformed into countless strands of sword energy that entwined around the Eight Kings. His left blade swept horizontally, unleashing a blade aura that stretched for a hundred feet towards them.
Three techniques were employed simultaneously: the Sitting Forgetting Sutra as the foundation, the Supreme Heart Method enhancing the sword technique, and the Great Dream Heart Sutra merging into the knife technique. Zuo Dao began his fierce battle.
The Eight Kings sensed imminent danger; even before their attacks reached him, they revealed their true forms and prepared for combat.
The knife struck first from behind, cleaving through the Eight Kings without distinction. The Demon Cube and others simultaneously intervened to block this strike, but as they did so, their bodies trembled.
Such immense power felt like a heavy hammer crashing down on their hands; an unstoppable force surged into them, forcing them to retreat to dissipate its impact. The opponent could actually convert blade energy into hammer-like strikes; their control and transformation of spiritual energy had reached an exceptionally high level. The Eight Kings couldn't help but reassess Zuo Dao's capabilities.
With the Great Dream Heart Sutra integrated into his knife technique, this move was known as "Blade Strike." At this moment, Zuo Dao was no longer limited to Sword Dance. Since he could wield knife techniques with sword moves and vice versa, he could transform into any weapon he envisioned.
Knives were easy to receive; swords were hard to block. The Supreme Heart Method enhanced his sword technique further as Zuo Dao blended Yan Hong's spring silkworm strength. Countless Dao Sword energies clung to the Eight Kings like maggots.
Having learned from previous lessons, the Eight Vice Principals did not attempt to block with their hands but instead swiftly dodged to evade the web of sword attacks. However, there were too many strands of sword energy densely packed; there was no way to avoid them, and they found themselves ensnared by the silken sword aura.
"Divine Power!" The Demon Cube shouted, its voice echoing like the depths of the Demon Realm. It could hardly believe that the opponent's attack contained a trace of Divine Power that they found utterly detestable.
The presence of celestial energy and Divine Power within a single individual was completely impossible. Others might not know, but for the Demon Clan, they were well aware of certain secrets.
If it weren't for the conflict between the Celestial and Divine Clans, the Demon Clan would have long ceased to exist. Yet here stood this unknown White-Clad Monk, harboring two extraordinary powers within. Could it be that the Long-lost Celestial and Divine Clans were about to reemerge?
Ever since the demon clan revealed the celestial energy, Zuo Dao had been cautious. This strike was merely a test, yet he did not expect such a strong reaction from the Demon King. He sensed that he had inadvertently touched upon some forbidden existence.
Demonic Flame and Demonic Fire raged as the Eight Kings broke free from the web of swords.
"Who are you? Why do you possess powers of the Celestial Beings?" The Demon Cube questioned again, only to be met with another wave of attacks.
Zuo Dao was unclear about these matters; he chose to remain silent and let his opponent seek answers.
The clash of blades intensified, while the Eight Demon Kings stood ready, countering each move without recklessness. Zuo Dao found their behavior peculiar; until he understood the truth, they would not act hastily. Moreover, whether he could defeat them was still uncertain.
The scene unfolding left both sides of the War Department dumbfounded. The Demon War Division looked at their king with disbelief. This was their king, along with the Eight Vice Principals, being overwhelmed by a single human Cultivator.
On the human side, expressions of disbelief were evident as one person managed to suppress their Eight Vice Principals, leaving them only able to defend themselves without any chance to retaliate. The disciples of Heterodox displayed prideful expressions; after all, this individual was their sect leader.
As the Eight Vice Principals grew increasingly frustrated, Mo Jie could no longer contain himself. With a furious roar, he surged in height once more. Transformed into his demonic form, he already towered over three meters; now he approached five meters tall.
The true battle began with Mo Jie's counterattack. The other kings no longer held back and summoned their Demonic Artifacts. In an instant, demons and Celestial Beings danced together on the battlefield, swords and spears clashing fiercely.
The combined ferocity and unmatched battle intent of Nine People turned this space into a realm sealed by forbidden laws.
A series of Black Radiance flickered during the attacks, a result of the immense power from both sides shattering the surrounding space. This area continued to expand as Nine People moved, growing wider with each passing moment.
Ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang.
Even amidst the battle, Nine People had to dodge these spatial rifts to avoid contact. Even a king would suffer a gruesome fate if touched by these cracks.
As Zuo Dao fought against the Eight Great Demon Kings, reinforcements from Supreme Academy finally set out. Several cultivators from the Endless Cycle Realm of Supreme Academy rushed toward the battlefield, but their speed was nowhere near that of the Demon Clan.
The Eight Demon Kings had not only sealed off this area upon arrival but had also laid numerous traps for Supreme Academy.
Xu Yao led a group of Robber Monks from Supreme Academy, charging through to the battlefield. Despite the absence of high-ranking experts from the Demon Clan to intercept them, the sheer number of enemies still left them gasping for breath.
Unlike any previous battles, the Demon War Division responsible for blocking their path seemed to be sacrificing themselves to slow their advance.
As they fought their way forward, they lost count of how many demons they had slain. They only knew that as soon as one wave fell, another from the War Department surged forward in relentless waves of suicidal attacks.
All of this indicated that something significant was happening ahead, especially with the earlier emergence of several kingly auras that heightened their urgency.
As their ultimate fighting force, they had remained in seclusion to maintain peak combat readiness. They were unaware of Tiger Soul's cunning plan, but the presence of kings on the battlefield could not be ignored.
The faintly sensed forbidden power ahead made them aware that a Battle was unfolding there. Yet they could not fathom who would be fighting against the demon kings.
Could it be the Lord of the Mansion?
With this thought, Xu Yao felt an even greater sense of urgency.
“Leave the enemies at Lingyun Peak and ensure the speed of our War Department's advance. The rest of you, follow me and charge with all your might; ahead may be the Lord of the Mansion in battle.”
Upon hearing this, several Robber Monks were taken aback. There was no time for them to think further; they unleashed their full combat power, increasing their speed even more. Xu Yao had already drawn his sword, no longer suppressing his cultivation. The strength of the Wandering Realm erupted completely, disregarding the attacks from the Demon Clan, as a beam of Dao Sword light surged straight toward the battlefield.
All the demons responsible for intercepting them were crushed by an unmatched force before they could even get close. A bloody path continuously extended behind Xu Yao.
Demon Cube and others sensed the presence of those who had released their powers, but at this moment, they had no time to spare. They had already discovered that Zuo Dao's combat power was now comparable to that of a fully realized Saint Child. Although it was slightly inferior, it was not far off.
They had to maintain a high level of vigilance to survive in this battle.
At this point, they realized why Zuo Dao had taken the initiative to attack, but it was too late for regrets. Zuo Dao had been laying plans from the very beginning.
His strategy was to fight with his strongest self. What was Zuo Dao's greatest strength now? It was his formidable physical body. Although the Demon Clan was also known for their strong physiques, compared to his Primordial True Body of the Unmatched, they were somewhat lacking.
He engaged in close combat, preventing his opponents from casting spells. After all, aside from their physical prowess, the Demon Clan was also quite adept in spells. Some unexpected techniques could even give him a headache.
Now that this area had been turned into a forbidden zone by them, he no longer needed to worry about that and could focus solely on attacking.
At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the days of grinding in his previous life—outputting damage continuously. The Eight Kings appeared somewhat flustered in response. If it weren't for their rich combat experience and innate sense of danger, some would have already fallen under Zuo Dao's relentless assault.
Zuo Dao's attacks were completely unpredictable and freeform. You could never know what form his next strike would take.
Perhaps with one Sword Slash, it would turn into a shield bash;
Or maybe a slash would become a thrust with a spear.
This left the Eight Kings in a state of frustration, often misled by Zuo Dao, wasting their energy. They couldn't retaliate; even now, they were barely able to protect themselves.
Mo Jie launched an attack but was thoroughly beaten by Zuo Dao's relentless strikes, leaving him battered and bruised. If it weren't for his strong defenses, he would have already become a corpse.
At this moment, Yao Qingmu had finished recuperating and regained his strength while observing from a distance. The more he watched, the more alarmed he became. If Zuo Dao had displayed his current power earlier, Yao Qingmu would have died countless times by now.
He also sensed the presence of Xu Yao and the others rapidly approaching. The Demon War Division responsible for intercepting them had suffered heavy casualties, but this had only slightly slowed down their advance.
Seeing the War Department behind him, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He couldn't let them see any more; he feared that if they continued to witness the battle's outcome, they would lose all confidence. Yet even so, the War Department behind him was nearing its limit.
They had to fight; only through battle could they awaken their spirits.
Of course, they couldn't charge into the main battlefield. Yao Qingmu steeled himself and began to make arrangements.
Xu Yao started to feel the pressure mounting. The closer he got to the battlefield, the stronger the Demon War Division he encountered became, but he had no choice but to press on.
Even if it meant suffering losses, he was determined to push forward and engage in battle.
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