Chapter 101: Sword Slaughter Across Eight Directions, Cleaving the Great Evil
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“The Demon-Transforming Flask?”
“Do you have it?”
The Evil King Zigu sneered and shook his head, his voice dripping with contempt. “Your Divine Clan has truly become a house divided. You cannot even keep proper charge of the Demon-Transforming Flask guarded in the Violet Cloud Palace. What do you intend to use against me, the Evil King?”
“You actually know that the Demon-Transforming Flask was stolen?”
“Could it be that you are the thief who flew into the Divine Realm and stole the treasure?”
Fan Sheng pressed him furiously, a deep chill spreading through his heart.
Today’s events were clearly far more complicated than he had anticipated. Take the matter of the Demon-Transforming Flask alone: he had always believed that only a handful of ancient gods in the Divine Realm knew of it.
He had never imagined that even the Evil King Zigu, who had been trapped within the barrier for nearly ten thousand years, was already aware of the matter. And as for the other races of the Primordial Wilderness—especially the restless Demon and Monster Clans…
It was obvious that events had long since developed far beyond the calculations of the Heavenly Dao Sage.
After realizing this, even Fan Sheng, who had always possessed a temperament as serene as a chrysanthemum, began to feel uneasy.
Steadying his mind, Fan Sheng nevertheless pretended to remain calm as he swept a glance over Zigu and sneered. “I never expected you to bring the eight ancient fiends of Guilin out of the barrier surrounding Profound Pill Mountain as well. It seems you have gone to considerable lengths.”
“Hmph.”
Zigu raised the corner of his mouth arrogantly. Furrowing his brows, he snorted in anger. “I have lain dormant for ten thousand years, enduring hardship and biding my time, all for the day when I could launch a counterattack against your Divine Clan and restore the former glory of our Southern Wasteland Evil Clan!”
“When I break through the Jade Vault Palace, that will be the day you and the Divine Immortal Fan become prisoners at my feet!”
“Very good. Very good.”
Fan Sheng laughed in fury. “Since you are so confident, let me test the strength of you all. I would like to see whether the Eight Trees of Guilin have made any progress in cultivation after hiding away for ten thousand years!”
“Why waste words? If you want to fight, then fight!”
“Today, I, Jian Li, shall lead my eight brothers and take your life!”
Jian Li, the eldest of the Eight Trees of Guilin, raised his thick, rugged brows and issued his challenge in a booming voice.
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Fan Sheng knew that a battle today was unavoidable. After all, once Zigu had used the Netherworld Jade to bring the Eight Trees of Guilin out through the barrier of Profound Pill Mountain, their bodies had suffered no damage whatsoever, and their cultivation would certainly remain intact.
Although the barrier that the War God Fan Xian had once established at Profound Pill Mountain had left Zigu gravely wounded, he still retained nearly half of his strength.
Considering that he had cultivated for more than ten thousand years, even half his power was still enough to shock the heavens and earth.
If he allowed Zigu to escape with the Eight Trees of Guilin today, then within half a year the various realms of the Primordial Wilderness would undoubtedly plunge once more into the lightless era of ten thousand years ago.
By then, fiends would run rampant and corpses would litter the wilderness. The Evil Clan would slaughter humans across the land, while the Demon and Monster Clans would surely seize the opportunity to act. The realms of the Primordial Wilderness would descend into endless turmoil.
Fan Sheng’s receipt of the news that Zigu had reappeared at Profound Pill Mountain to retrieve the Hairless Evil Fruit meant that he was destined to fight the opening battle of this war between the Divine and Evil Clans.
Thus, even if he had to face the Evil King Zigu and several ancient fiends such as the Eight Trees of Guilin alone, he could not so much as furrow his brow. Aside from advancing in the face of adversity, he had no other choice.
Seeing Fan Sheng standing silently to one side, Jian Li assumed that he had been intimidated by the lingering might of the brothers. He smugly waved the enormous halberd in his hand and laughed heartily.
“Old Fan Sheng, ten thousand years ago, you joined forces with the War God to seal us within Profound Pill Mountain. I doubt you ever imagined that this day would come, did you?”
“Enough. Nearly ten thousand years have passed, and we brothers no longer wish to hold the past against you. If you are willing to join our Evil Clan, we will spare your life today. How does that sound?”
“Not at all!”
Fan Sheng pronounced the three words one by one.
The Myriad-Repelling Divine Flute in his hand once again broke free and flew into the air. Its white jade body glowed with a dense radiance, illuminating the lush foot of Profound Pill Mountain as brightly as daylight.
Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, a burst of silver light suddenly flashed from within the flute. Carrying wisps of spiritual energy, it merged with the Supreme Water Technique and transformed in midair into a colossal Divine Punisher Axe, which immediately descended toward the head of Jian Li, the eldest of the Eight Trees.
The manner in which the enormous axe was unleashed this time seemed somewhat different from before.
The axe previously formed by the Supreme Water Technique had appeared soft and feeble. This time, however, the axe created from the spiritual energy within the flute combined with the Supreme Water Technique contained the hidden cries of dragons and roars of tigers.
In particular, the instant the enormous axe shot through the air, a thunderous chant rang out from the surrounding space, shaking the minds of the several ancient fiends present.
Although Jian Li was a massive, coarse-looking man whose words and actions suggested a common brute, as the eldest of the Eight Trees of Guilin, his cultivation was unquestionably the strongest among his brothers.
Legend had it that he was the first tree to grow after the world was created. In terms of seniority, perhaps every tree beneath heaven would have to call him their great-grandfather.
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Moreover, ever since he had cultivated a physical form in the Southern Wastelands, he had fought in numerous wars between the Divine and Evil Clans and accumulated outstanding military achievements. In terms of combat experience, he was in no way inferior to Fan Sheng.
When he saw the enormous axe hurtling toward him amid the cries of dragons, he immediately realized that his opponent had employed at least seventy percent of his power.
If he met the blow head-on, he might well be at a slight disadvantage. After all, he had not fought for nearly ten thousand years, and his first opponent was one of the foremost figures of the Divine Clan. He naturally had to proceed with caution.
Having made up his mind, Jian Li hurriedly twisted his burly waist. His body drifted straight backward, retreating more than three meters. Before the axe could strike the top of his head, he had already withdrawn far away.
His movement was nimble and his speed astonishing. Even as he flew backward, his body did not bend in the slightest. It was clear that every motion—standing, walking, sitting, or lying down—was supported entirely by his peerless spiritual power, making him utterly impossible to underestimate.
The enormous axe formed by the Supreme Water Technique missed Jian Li’s body. Yet, astonishingly, it curved through the air and continued its pursuit at extraordinary speed, chasing him in the direction of his retreat.
Although Jian Li knew that Fan Sheng’s methods were extraordinarily profound, he could never have imagined that an enormous axe formed from spiritual energy would possess a will of its own. Even after missing its first strike, it understood how to press its advantage and continue the attack.
In this respect alone, it surpassed ordinary sword-controlling techniques by countless times.
Jian Li had always been proud and arrogant. Moreover, since he had first made his name, he had encountered very few opponents capable of matching him. Over the years, this had naturally bred an air of conceit within him.
To think that in his very first battle after escaping Profound Pill Mountain, he would be driven into a frantic retreat by a single enormous axe filled him with fury.
When the axe once again descended toward the top of his head amid a howl of wind, Jian Li clenched his iron teeth. This time, he neither dodged nor retreated. He stood his ground and raised the enormous halberd in his hands, meeting the axe blade head-on.
“Chik, chik.”
Two faint sounds arose from the point where the enormous halberd collided with the axe. At that instant, it seemed as though the entire world had come to a halt.
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