Gou's Liver Experience in the World of Demons and Demons

As he spoke, the densely packed warriors behind him simultaneously released a portion of their auras. The combined pressure was as substantial as a physical force, causing the ground and buildings of the entire town to tremble violently, as if they might collapse at any moment!

Immediately afterwards, next to the stand-in, an old woman dressed in an elaborate sacrificial robe, holding a withered wooden cane, and with a face full of wrinkles slowly spoke.

Her voice was hoarse, yet it possessed a strange, penetrating power.

She slammed her cane into the air, and instantly, countless rainbow lights surged from the warriors of the Divine Cult behind her, rapidly intertwining in the air to form a gigantic, inverted energy net that instantly enveloped the entire small town!
"Gu Sheng, you are a demon from the Eastern Wilderness, blaspheming the gods, and your sins are grave! I, representing the Seventy-Two Divine Sects, will today act on behalf of Heaven and annihilate you here!"

The old woman's voice carried an unquestionable authority. Her gaze swept over the terrified native warriors in the city as she spoke coldly.

"Anyone in the city who doesn't want to die, get back home immediately and lock your doors! Otherwise, you'll be killed without mercy!"

"Suppress the evil spirits!"

"Doing justice for the heavens!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The other powerful members of the cult, clearly the leaders, also roared, their shouts crashing down on the small town below like waves of tsunami. The town shook violently, and some dilapidated houses began to collapse. Some martial artists who had initially been confident in their abilities, now felt the overwhelming, almost despairing aura of terror and completely lost their courage. Terrified, they turned pale and fled frantically towards their homes, wishing they had two more legs.

Amidst this apocalyptic chaos and terrifying pressure, the disheveled old man sitting on the street corner, picking at his toes—Xia Wuyou's incarnation—seemed completely oblivious to everything around him.

After picking at his toes, he brought his hands to his nose and smelled them, then frowned in disgust. He casually raised his hand and blew away non-existent dust from his fingertips. Finally, he slowly raised his head, giving the thousands, even tens of thousands, of warriors in the sky a look of utter contempt, as if he were looking at a group of fools.

He didn't look at the window where Gu Sheng was, but a clear voice transmission over the air accurately reached the ears of Gu Sheng and Situ Qingfeng.

"Kid, you and that idiot next to you probably can't handle this situation on your own. Tsk tsk, thousands upon thousands of deformed people, plus a few old fogies working together to set up a 'Seven-Colored Spirit Binding Array,' you're quite something."

Fortunately, the Second Miss had the foresight to send an avatar of mine to follow you, otherwise you would have suffered a huge loss on this deal.

Gu Sheng seemed unsurprised by this and responded calmly.

"Thank you for your help, senior."

"It's nothing, just a little stretch."

Xia Wuyou's avatar replied lazily.

Then, under the gaze of countless eyes, some filled with fear, some with anger, and some with doubt, he slowly stood up from the rock.

As he straightened up, his originally hunched and thin figure began to "grow taller" at an abnormal speed! It wasn't that he himself was growing taller, but rather that an invisible "force," a "sense of existence" that seemed to be able to contend with the entire world, was rapidly expanding and rising!
In the blink of an eye, in everyone's perception, his seemingly tiny figure seemed to have become towering and upright, reaching the same "height" as the countless martial artists in the sky, or even... surpassing them!
"who?!"

"How dare you meddle in the affairs of our Seventy-Two Divine Sects and the Boundless Sect? Are you tired of living?!"

"You old codger, reveal your name!"

In the sky, Xiao Beixuan's double and several leading experts of the Divine Sect immediately noticed this sudden and heart-stopping change. They all turned their gazes to Xia Wuyou, who was standing upright, and shouted questions in a fierce voice. Powerful auras locked onto him like sharp swords.

Xia Wuyou's avatar merely glanced at them disdainfully, his gaze like that of a dragon looking down on a group of noisy ants.

He completely ignored the questions and instead sent another telepathic message to Gu Sheng.

"Kid, watch closely."

That imposter, I'll spare his life so you can interrogate him yourself. As for the others…”

He cracked his neck, then lazily yawned at the terrifying coalition in the sky—a dark mass capable of easily annihilating a small country—and said casually.

"Alright, enough nonsense. You noisy bunch of flies, since you're in such a hurry to be reborn, then this old man will send you... on your way right now!"

As Xia Wuyou's lazy yet murderous words fell, the dark mass of allied forces in the sky stirred into a commotion.

"Insanity!"

"Where did this old beggar come from, spouting such nonsense!"

"Kill this old fool who doesn't know his own mortality first, then kill Gu Sheng!"

Those with short tempers could no longer contain their anger, especially the elders from different religions, who felt greatly insulted. Their true energy surged, their light shone, and their killing intent surged toward Xia Wuyou as if it were a tangible force.

Those who were sent to participate in this encirclement were all elite forces from the Seventy-Two Divine Sects. The weakest of the elders leading them had reached the Earth King Realm, while the strongest among them was an old man with a withered face from the Longevity Divine Sect, who exuded the powerful aura of the peak Heaven King Realm!

This lineup was enough to sweep across most of the southern border region. In their eyes, crushing Gu Sheng and a slovenly old man was simply using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

However, faced with this lineup and killing intent that would terrify even ordinary experts at the Grandmaster level, Xia Wuyou merely picked his ear, his face filled with impatience and disdain, as if the people in front of him were not thousands of elite warriors, but a swarm of buzzing flies.

"Noisy."

He uttered two words calmly.

Just then, several elders of the Divine Cult, unable to contain their anger, took the lead in attacking! Some unleashed fist imprints as thick as mountains, others unleashed blade energy that cleaved the air, and still others unleashed sword energy like rainbows. Dozens of beams of light, imbued with terrifying energy, tore through the air and bombarded Xia Wuyou from different directions! Any one of these attacks would be enough to easily destroy a small hill!

Faced with an attack that could completely annihilate his foothold, Xia Wuyou didn't even bother to lift an eyelid, let alone dodge.

He casually raised his right hand, which he had just scratched his toes, and gently pinched it in mid-air against the dozen or so streams of true energy that were attacking him!
There was no deafening explosion, no surge of energy. Those dozen or so attacks, which seemed incomparably powerful to everyone else, were simultaneously grasped by an invisible hand when they were still dozens of feet away from Xia Wuyou. Then, like bubbles being popped, they made a series of soft "pop pop pop" sounds, instantly exploding in mid-air, turning into the purest spiritual energy specks, which dissipated into the air without even stirring Xia Wuyou's clothes.

"what?!"

"How can this be?!"

The elders who had intervened shrank their pupils, their faces filled with disbelief.

Their combined attack was so easily neutralized by the opponent?
Inside the inn room, Situ Qingfeng, who was watching the battle nervously through the window, was secretly shocked and gasped.

He knew Xia Wuyou was strong, but to be this strong, annihilating the attacks of more than ten King Realm experts with a wave of his hand, was completely beyond his imagination!
The group of people sent by Xiao Beixuan's side in conjunction with the Seventy-Two Gods Sect appeared to be formidable, but in reality, they were no match for someone like Xia Wuyou. They were all show and no substance!

The leading elders of the Divine Cult, especially the elder at the peak of the Heavenly King Realm from the Longevity Cult, finally realized something was wrong! The strength of this disheveled old man far exceeded their expectations; he was someone they could not possibly defeat!
"The situation has changed! Quickly! Send a message back to the cult requesting support..."

The elder of the Longevity Cult reacted the fastest, immediately shouting at a disciple in charge of communications beside him, while an emergency communication jade talisman appeared in his hand, which he was about to crush.

"Trying to ask for help now? Too late!"

Xia Wuyou's indifferent voice rang out again, interrupting their actions.

Before he finished speaking, he casually flicked his left hand, and a flash of dark light appeared, revealing a rusty, worn-out woodcutter's knife that looked as if it had just been picked up from a pile of firewood.

The moment the woodcutter's knife appeared, Xia Wuyou's slovenly and lazy demeanor vanished instantly! In its place came a terrifying killing intent, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood descending, freezing everything in heaven and earth! This killing intent was so intense that it seemed tangible, causing the sky to freeze and the light to dim!

Om-!
An indescribable, immense pressure descended with a deafening roar, as if the heavens were collapsing! In the sky, the tens of thousands of Divine Cult warriors and those sent by Xiao Beixuan, whether ordinary Spirit Realm or Heavenly Martial Realm disciples, or elders of the Earth King Realm or Heavenly King Realm, including the Heavenly King Realm peak elder of the Longevity Divine Cult, were present.

At that moment, everyone was frozen in place, like mosquitoes encased in amber! They couldn't move a single finger, their eyes instantly filled with boundless fear!

"You...Your Excellency...! You are...Your Excellency!"

The elder from the Longevity Cult, at the peak of the Heavenly King Realm, could barely utter a sound thanks to his strongest cultivation. His face changed drastically, turning deathly pale. He struggled to squeeze out a few words, filled with despair and horror! He never imagined that this seemingly simple ambush mission would actually attract a legendary Venerable Realm being!

"You got it right, but unfortunately there's no prize."

Xia Wuyou's figure moved.

He took a step forward, appearing as if teleported in front of the frozen allied forces. The rusty woodcutter's knife in his hand now emitted an eerie and blinding blood-red light!
"cut."

He uttered a single word and casually swung the wood-chopping knife forward.

A blood-red blade of light burst forth from the woodcutter's knife! This blade of light was initially only about ten feet long, but after leaving the knife, it grew longer in the wind, instantly transforming into a terrifying blood-red arc of light that stretched across the sky and was thousands of feet long!
Wherever the blade's light passed, space was torn apart, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain, as if the sky itself was about to be cleaved open by this single strike!

Xia Wuyou's figure disappeared along with the blade's edge. The next moment, he seemed to merge into the crimson blade's edge, dragging a crimson arc of light thousands of feet long, drawing a beautiful yet deadly crimson trajectory in the frozen, dark allied forces camp!
Wherever the blade's light passed, the Divine Cult warriors who were frozen in place didn't even have time to react or utter a scream. Under the blood-red blade light containing the law of destruction, they instantly melted and vaporized like ice and snow under the sun, turning directly into a blood-red mist that drifted all over the sky!
Just this one strike!

The combined force of tens of thousands of martial artists, which blotted out the sky, had its aura reduced by more than half! Over five thousand martial artists were reduced to nothing but dust and their souls scattered by this single strike!

And this is just the beginning.

Xia Wuyou's figure flickered again in the frozen sky like a ghost.

"Cut again!"

"Three cuts!"

Two more blood-red blades, each thousands of feet long, traversed the heavens and earth, tearing through the sky, and crossed the remaining allied forces with different trajectories!
boom! boom!
Space twisted violently, and even tiny black cracks appeared. Although they closed and disappeared in the blink of an eye, the destructive aura emanating from them made the entire world tremble!
As the afterglow of the third blade's light faded...

The oppressive "dark cloud" in the sky, originally formed by the combined auras of tens of thousands of martial artists, has completely disappeared.

Instead, a thick, blood-red mist filled the air above the entire town, along with a nauseating, pungent smell of blood that seemed to freeze the air itself.

Tens of thousands of martial artists, all at least at the Spirit Realm level, including dozens of King Realm elders and a peak Heavenly King Realm expert… were slaughtered in just two or three breaths by Xia Wuyou's seemingly casual three strikes! Their bodies and souls were annihilated!

The entire town was deathly silent.

Standing at the inn window, Situ Qingfeng was completely stunned. His mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg, and his mind was blank. He couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

Is this... is this the power of the Venerable Realm? Slaughtering armies like mowing grass?

The blood mist in the sky slowly dissipated, and Xia Wuyou's disheveled figure reformed.

The wood-chopping knife in his hand had disappeared, and the terrifying killing intent around him had vanished without a trace. He had returned to being that seemingly harmless old man.

His already somewhat ethereal figure became even more transparent at this moment.

With a single step, as if shrinking the distance between them, his illusory figure passed directly through the inn's wall and appeared in the room where Gu Sheng and Situ Qingfeng were.

The moment he stepped into the room, an invisible pressure emanated from him. Situ Qingfeng, who was already in a state of shock and disbelief, was completely powerless to resist. He was directly pressed to the ground with a "thud" by this pressure, and the wooden floor beneath him collapsed. He struggled, but he couldn't even lift his head. He could only feel the fear as heavy as a mountain.

Xia Wuyou didn't even glance at Situ Qingfeng, casually tossing a dazed, listless man, limp as a ghost, in front of Gu Sheng. This was none other than Xiao Beixuan's double. (End of Chapter)