The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 130 Taking Action

Wang Qiulin, his face contorted with rage, roared, and the three demon kings pounced simultaneously. The golden-haired giant ape punched Shi Longyin, the nine-tailed fox's illusion enveloped Yan Fusheng, and the Devouring Python opened its maw to devour the demonic shadows in the sea of ​​blood.

Shi Longyin snorted coldly and struck out with his palm, the power of the Void blasting the golden-haired giant ape away.

Yan Fusheng was protected by a blood-red aura, and the illusion was nothing to him. He smashed the head of the nine-tailed fox with a single palm strike.

The Devouring Python devoured countless demonic shadows, but was devoured by the demonic shadows in the sea of ​​blood. Its body rolled in the sea of ​​blood, emitting a mournful hiss.

Wang Qiulin was also struck by the bloody light, and several more wounds appeared on his body.

The high-ranking members of both the righteous and demonic factions were locked in a fierce battle. Sword light, blood light, baleful aura, lightning, and flames intertwined, illuminating the summit of Heavenly Sword Peak in a blazing white light. Golden Core cultivators fought fiercely in the sky, with blood falling and people falling every moment.

At the edge of the battlefield, Tai Ming stood on the Guixu Sect's warship, watching the demonic cultivators fighting. His expression was indifferent. With a flick of his finger, a righteous Golden Core cultivator was blasted away by a bolt of dark lightning.

On Tianjian Peak, the battle continued. Yu Longgang and Wang Qiulin joined forces to fight against Shi Longyin and Yan Fusheng. The four were evenly matched in cultivation, and none of them could defeat the other. However, the righteous side was also supported by the Ten Thousand Swords Formation. The sword light rained down, constantly depleting the morale of the demonic army. Disciples of Guixu Sect and Cangsheng Sect had already suffered heavy casualties under the suppression of the formation.

Shi Longyin's face was grim. He waved his hand and shouted, "Zhongwu! Make your move!"

In the darkness, Tai Ming descended from the sky and landed on the summit of Tianjian Peak. His gaze swept over the Golden Core cultivators who were fighting, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"They're here."

Tai Ming moved like a black lightning bolt, rushing towards the nearest righteous Golden Core cultivator.

This Golden Core cultivator is an elder of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, with profound cultivation and exquisite swordsmanship.

Seeing Tai Ming charging towards him, the Sword Pavilion elder shouted and thrust out his long sword, its light like a rainbow, aiming straight for Tai Ming's heart.

Tai Ming neither dodged nor evaded, but pointed his index finger, and a jet-black lightning bolt slashed down, magnificent and condensed, cutting through heaven and earth. With a crack, a dazzling sword light exploded, and the jet-black lightning bolt wrapped with a profound flame, splitting the Sword Pavilion elder in two.

Blood splattered, the corpse fell, Tai Ming's robes were stained red with blood, his face remained calm.

The Beast Taming Elder of the Demon Slaughtering Hall roared as he watched the Sword Pavilion Elder being killed. A giant tiger roared in front of him, stirring up gusts of bloody wind as it pounced on Yuan Zhongwu. The Beast Taming Elder himself held a spear, and his energy exploded, causing the spear to swirl with bloody light and transform into a waterfall of blood.

Tai Ming looked at the Beast Taming Elder, and with a palm strike of his left hand, deep demonic energy transformed into a huge skull that blasted the giant tiger away; with his right hand, lightning exploded, breaking the Beast Taming Elder's spear and severing his head.

Having lost its master, the giant tiger let out a mournful howl and turned to flee into the mountains and forests.

A jet-black bolt of lightning slashed down, reaching the heavens and the earth, its light profound and unstoppable. No one could halt Tai Ming's advance.

Each of Tai Ming's sword strikes could take the life of a Golden Core cultivator. Righteous Golden Core cultivators were like paper in front of Tai Ming, falling one after another.

Shi Longyin watched as Tai Ming's sword light slew the righteous Golden Core cultivator, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. Yan Fusheng also looked over, his expression somewhat surprised, but he didn't care too much. Although Tai Ming's strength was not weak, it was still far from his level.

Yu Longgang and Wang Qiulin exchanged a glance, their expressions turning extremely grim. They wanted to stop Yuan Zhongwu, but were held back by Shi Longyin and Yan Fusheng, unable to break free.

"If this continues, the righteous path will be finished." Yu Longgang's voice was low and tinged with despair.

Wang Qiulin gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Brother Ling, you lead the disciples to retreat, I'll cover the rear."

Yu Longgang abruptly turned his head, looked at Wang Qiulin, and exclaimed in utter dismay, "No way!"

Wang Qiulin smiled bitterly: "For the sake of righteousness, this is the only way. My injuries are too severe, and I can't hold on much longer. Rather than die here, I'd rather take them with me."

Yu Longgang remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Take care of yourself."

Turning around, Yu Longgang led the remaining disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion and the Five Thunder Sect to retreat to the back of Heavenly Sword Peak. The disciples of the Demon Slaughtering Hall followed behind Wang Qiulin, their eyes filled with fear.

Wang Qiulin looked at Shi Longyin and Yan Fusheng, took a deep breath, and then his body suddenly swelled up.

"You demonic beasts, you shall all be buried with me!"

boom!!

Wang Qiulin's primordial spirit exploded, a self-destruction at the level of a sect leader, with enough power to destroy the world within a radius of hundreds of miles.

A crimson flame erupted from Wang Qiulin's body, like a blood-red sun, engulfing the entire summit of Tianjian Peak. Shi Longyin and Yan Fusheng had no time to dodge and were struck head-on by the crimson flame.

Shi Longyin's power of returning to nothingness shattered in the blood flames, his body was blasted into countless holes, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura was extremely weak.

Yan Fusheng's Blood Sea Technique collapsed under the impact of the blood flames. Streaks of blood light were blasted away, and his withered body rolled in the blood flames, screaming incessantly.

After the blood flames dissipated, the summit of Heavenly Sword Peak was completely unrecognizable. Half of the mountain had been sheared off, with rubble scattered everywhere and dust filling the air. Wang Qiulin's figure had vanished, leaving only a pool of blood behind.

Shi Longyin and Yan Fusheng barely managed to stand, their faces as pale as paper, their robes torn, and their bodies covered in bloodstains.

"Wang Qiulin...so ruthless..." Yan Fusheng clutched his chest, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with resentment.

Shi Longyin's expression was also icy cold. Just as he was about to speak, the sky suddenly darkened.

A jet-black sword light descended from the end of the sky, silent and still, like a black rift that split the heavens and the earth. The boundless void crumbled and shattered under the sword light's embrace, and everything that touched the sword light—mountains, air, light—was instantly annihilated.

Before Yan Fusheng could even look up, the dark sword light had already slashed across his neck.

Without any gushing blood or the sound of bones breaking, Yan Fusheng's head vanished directly in the sword light, along with his primordial spirit, soul, and the remaining life force within him, all of which were shredded by the sword light.

The headless corpse stood still, emitting wisps of blue smoke, before collapsing with a thud.

Fear surged in Shi Longyin's eyes. He turned around abruptly and looked in the direction where the sword light had struck. He saw a young man in white standing on a cliff not far away, holding a black longsword in his hand.

The young man had delicate features, with a faint smile in his eyes.

"Who...who are you...?"

Before Shi Longyin could finish speaking, a familiar figure appeared beside the young man in white—it was Tai Ming, who was wearing Yuan Zhongwu's face.

Tai Ming waved to Shi Longyin, then transformed into a wisp of black smoke and slowly entered the white-robed youth's body.