Chapter 290: This Is What You Call a True Demonic Path Giant!

"Chila—!!!"

The pitch-black soul-devouring demon sword carried devastating, wild power, drawing a heart-stopping arc of death in midair.

Divine Monk Konghai, rapidly falling, watched the sword blade enlarging in his pupils. The high-and-mighty compassion on his wrinkled old face completely vanished, replaced by endless terror and despair.

"No! This old monk is the Grand Elder of Wanfo Temple! How dare you kill me?!"

At the critical moment between life and death, Divine Monk Konghai let out a hysterical scream. He slapped his withered chest, and a purple-gold alms bowl emitting brilliant Buddhist light instantly shot into the sky, attempting to block Gu Lan's fatal sword strike.

This was his intrinsic top-grade defensive Magic Treasure that he had nurtured for hundreds of years!

"Block? I smashed even your Dharma Idol! You think a broken bowl can save your life?!"

A cruel grin curled up at the corner of Gu Lan's lips. The power in his hands did not weaken; instead, he pushed the power of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire to its extreme once again.

"Shatter for me!!!"

"Clang—Crack!!!"

A deafening metallic shattering sound echoed through the clouds.

The purple-gold alms bowl, reputedly able to withstand a hit from a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator, was like fragile thin ice the moment it contacted the soul-devouring demon sword and the dual-colored abnormal fire. It couldn't even last half a breath before being cleaved straight in two!

The wild Sword Qi momentum did not diminish. Like cutting through tofu, it swept through without hindrance from top to bottom, passing over Divine Monk Konghai's head.

"Pfft!"

A spray of scalding blood burst open in midair like a fountain!

This living fossil of the Righteous Path, who had lived for eight hundred years and was only a hair's breadth away from the Soul Transformation Stage, didn't even have time to leave a complete last word. His withered Physical Body was directly cleaved in two by Gu Lan's sword, turning into a rain of blood that showered down upon Sunset Plain!

"Hiss—!!!"

Dead silence filled the entire field!

The hundred thousand Righteous Path Cultivators on Sunset Plain all felt as though their necks were being tightly choked, their eyes bulging out so hard they almost fell out of their sockets.

Dead?!

Divine Monk Konghai, at the half-step Soul Transformation Stage, was actually cleaved alive in one sword strike by a Golden Core Stage Demonic Cult Sword-Wielding Envoy right in front of the whole world?!

This wasn't a fucking human at all; this was a complete, outright peerless God of Slaughter!

However, the battle was not over yet.

"Whoosh!"

Right as Konghai's Physical Body was destroyed, a sarira emitting glaring golden light, wrapping around Konghai's terrified Divine Soul, suddenly shot out from the rain of blood. Turning into a swift beam of light, it fled frantically toward the direction of Wanfo Temple's camp.

As long as his Divine Soul wasn't destroyed and the sarira remained, he still had a sliver of hope to possess another body and come back to life!

"Abbot, save me! Save me quickly!"

Konghai's Divine Soul issued a miserable cry for help in midair.

The Abbot of Wanfo Temple's expression changed drastically, and he hastily summoned a Magic Treasure to assist.

"Trying to run? Did you ask the sword in my hand?!"

Gu Lan stood suspended in midair, looking at the fleeing sarira as a cold, greedy light flashed in his eyes.

He didn't even move his feet, merely tossing the soul-devouring demon sword forward with a wave of his hand.

"Sword Spirit, dinner time!"

[Got it! Big boss, just watch!]

The soul-devouring demon sword let out an extremely excited sword hum, and the crimson demonic eye on its hilt suddenly snapped wide open. Dozens of black chains condensed from pure Evil Qi shot out from the blade like striking pit vipers. Arriving later but striking first, they instantly caught up to the golden sarira!

"No—!!!"

Amid Divine Monk Konghai's desperate screams, the black chains tightly bound the sarira and yanked it back with force.

"Crack!"

A bloody, invisible maw seemed to open on the blade of the soul-devouring sword, swallowing the half-step Soul Transformation Stage sarira together with his Divine Soul in a single bite!

"Burp—"

Full and satisfied, the soul-devouring sword even let out a loud burp in midair. The purple-black demonic light on its blade surged significantly before it flew back into Gu Lan's hand with satisfaction.

Physical Body and Divine Soul completely destroyed!

Not even a speck of bone remained!

This time, the Righteous Path camp collapsed completely.

"A devil… He is a true devil!"

"Even Divine Monk Konghai's Divine Soul was swallowed raw by him! Run! Why the hell are we still fighting!"

Countless Righteous Path Disciples were scared out of their wits, their legs turning to jelly. Some even threw down their weapons on the spot and scrambled backward on all fours. Their previous lofty words of "eliminating demons and upholding the Dao" became a huge joke in the face of absolute bloodthirst and violence.

"Amitabha…"

The Abbot of Wanfo Temple pressed his palms together, looking toward where Divine Monk Konghai fell, his old face filled with grief, anger, and fear. His hand holding the Zen staff was trembling uncontrollably.

The Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the Xuanyin Pavilion Master turned as pale as ash, subconsciously stepping back two paces.

Even a half-step Soul Transformation was instantly killed on the spot. If they, Nascent Soul Late Stage Cultivators, went up, wouldn't that just be throwing their lives away? This kid's combat power had completely exceeded all common sense in the cultivation world!

Gu Lan slowly floated down from midair, standing firmly on the ruined arena.

Although his black-and-gold Sword-Wielding Envoy robe was covered in bloodstains, that domineering demonic pressure of ruling the world pressed down so hard that the hundred thousand people present could hardly breathe.

Gu Lan raised his head, his eerie purple-gold eyes scanning coldly across the leaders and Sect Leaders at the forefront of the Righteous Path camp.

"Why isn't anyone talking anymore?"

Gu Lan slung the soul-devouring sword onto his shoulder, a supremely arrogant smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

"Weren't you people clamoring to clean house just now?"

"The old bald donkey has gone down. Who's next in line to die?"

He extended an index finger and crooked it at the Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the Abbot of Wanfo Temple in an extremely provocative gesture.

"How about you old guys come at me together? Save me the time of killing you one by one."

Arrogant!

Simply arrogantly off the charts!

Pointing at the leaders of several major orthodox sects and calling them old fools, even telling them to come at him together—such audacity! Looking across the entire world, besides the Demon Venerable Ye Hongzhuang, only Gu Lan before them dared to do such a thing!

"You… don't you dare be so arrogant!"

The Heavenly Sword Sect Master trembled all over with rage, but looking at the demonic sword emitting terrifying malevolent power in Gu Lan's hand, he ultimately didn't dare to take that step forward.

"Hahaha!"

Gu Lan threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter filled with contempt and disdain.

"A bunch of useless hypocrites. Can't win so you shrink your heads like turtles? Is this your so-called Righteous Path backbone?"

"Since you don't dare to fight, then obediently tuck your tails between your legs and behave!"

"From now on, in this world, my Heavenly Demon Palace calls the shots!"

On the Demonic Path camp's side, hearing Gu Lan's domineering and incomparable declaration, thunderous and enthusiastic cheers instantly erupted like mountain tsunamis.

"Lord Sword-Wielding Envoy is mighty!"

"Demonic power covers the world! Unify the world!"

Tens of thousands of demonic Cultivators frantically waved their weapons, their morale reaching an unprecedented Peak. In their eyes, Gu Lan's image at this moment was almost equal to that of their invincible Sect Master.

Aboard the demon god ship.

Ye Hongzhuang leaned lazily against the purple-gold throne, looking at the domineering black-robed back below. A complex, unsearchable light flickered in her deep Phoenix eyes.

"This kid… when he acts cool, he really has a bit of my former style."

Ye Hongzhuang's red lips curled slightly; she was clearly satisfied to the extreme with Gu Lan's performance today.

Regardless of whether Gu Lan was pretending or not, as long as this blade of his was sharp enough to fiercely tear apart the Righteous Path's dignity, he was the most perfect chess piece.

"Since they don't dare to fight, let's end it here."

Ye Hongzhuang slowly stood up, her terrifying pressure at the Soul Transformation Stage Peak instantly enveloping the entire Sunset Plain.

"Useless trash of the Righteous Path, listen clearly."

Though her voice wasn't loud, it hit like a heavy sledgehammer, smashing fiercely into the heart of every Righteous Path Cultivator.

"In today's Sword Trial Conference, my Heavenly Demon Palace's Sword-Wielding Envoy slew several of your Prodigies and Elders in succession. I have won this gamble."

Ye Hongzhuang looked down condescendingly from above.

"Take your remnant forces and get out of Sunset Plain. If anyone dares to remain here after three breaths…"

"Execute without mercy!"

The final three words dripped with unhidden, murderous intent of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

The Righteous Path big shots turned deathly pale. Looking at one another, their eyes were filled with humiliation and helplessness.

Even Divine Monk Konghai was dead. What did they have to fight this crazy woman Ye Hongzhuang with?

"Retreat!"

The Heavenly Sword Sect Master gritted his teeth and issued the order in extreme humiliation.

The Righteous Path army felt as if they were granted a grand amnesty, immediately retreating frantically toward the outer perimeter of Sunset Plain like a receding tide. Those gorgeously styled spiritual ships and Flying Swords now looked like refugee boats escaping a disaster, utterly pathetic and disorganized.

And amid the retreating stream of Righteous Path people.

Jiang Wanqing held the taie sword tightly, forcibly pulled outward by several female Disciples of Qingyun Sect.

Her clear, cold eyes stared fixedly at Gu Lan on the stage.

In her "super filter," Gu Lan's domineering and tyrannical appearance just now was entirely an act to force back the Righteous Path coalition and avoid larger-scale casualties.

"Junior Brother, for us, you bore all the infamy on yourself…"

"You must hold on. Once I go back and enter secluded cultivation to stabilize my realm, I will definitely flatten Heavenly Demon Palace and bring you back!"

Jiang Wanqing swore silently in her heart, tears silently falling.

Standing on the arena, Gu Lan watched Jiang Wanqing's receding back and let out a huge sigh of relief in his heart.

"Phew… I finally fooled these grandpas into leaving. If I kept acting, my True Qi really would have run completely dry."

He was just about to put away the soul-devouring sword and head back to report and claim his reward from Ye Hongzhuang.

However.

A sudden change occurred!

"Rumble—!!!"

The ground across the entirety of Sunset Plain suddenly let out an extremely violent tremor. This vibration was a hundred times more terrifying than the battle of a hundred thousand people earlier, as if a world-destroying giant beast was rolling frantically deep underground!

Immediately after, less than a hundred yards in front of the arena where Gu Lan was standing just now.

That desolate land originally stained red with blood unexpectedly cracked open like a spiderweb!

"Crack! Crack!"

A huge abyss fissure several thousand yards long tore open in the exact center of Sunset Plain without any warning!

An ancient, pure, and vicissitudinous demonic power—far more ancient and pure than the combined Devilish Qi on Divine Monk Konghai and Gu Lan—gushed wildly out of the bottomless fissure like a volcanic eruption!

"Buzz—!"

Gu Lan only felt the ten-pattern purple extreme golden core in his Dantian shudder violently, actually generating an extremely intense sense of resonance!

"This… what kind of disturbance is this?!"

The Righteous Path people who were just about to retreat, and the Demonic Cult Disciples who were about to celebrate, were all dumbfounded by this sudden celestial anomaly.

Aboard the demon god ship, Ye Hongzhuang's Phoenix eyes opened wide, staring fixedly at the huge torn abyss, her eyes bursting with unprecedented fanaticism and greed.

"That is…"

"The Ancient Divine Demon Tomb! It actually really emerged!"