From the fake emperor to the concubine

Just as the monster's claws were about to pierce Meng Feiyang's throat...

He actually managed to take a deep breath and, without any leverage, moved more than half a foot to the side.

In that instant, his bones creaked under the strain, his internal energy nearly boiled, and a burning pain shot from his dantian to his limbs and bones.

Meng Feiyang did his best to ensure that his attacks gained no advantage, and his target remained the monster's eyeball.

The cold light gathered on the sword's edge pierced out like a falling meteor, carrying an indomitable momentum.

All that remained in his eyes were those cloudy pupils, and in his heart was only one belief.

This sword strike will surely hit!

Everything happened so fast that the monster didn't even have time to adjust its attack.

Its movements even faltered for a moment, as if it hadn't expected the human to be able to forcibly change positions in such a rapid offensive and defensive maneuver.

The claws grazed Meng Feiyang's shoulder, leaving only a long wound on his arm.

Blood instantly soaked through his sleeves, dripping down his arm and blooming into glaring blood flowers on the ground.

Meng Feiyang's flying sword, however, plunged entirely into the pupil of the monster's enormous eye, disappearing into the hilt.

The moment the blade pierced through, thick pus and blood spurted out, carrying a corrosive, foul odor. A few drops even splashed onto Meng Feiyang's face, burning small red marks.

The intense pain caused the monster to let out a truly piercing scream.

The sound waves transformed into visible black ripples, spreading in all directions.

Meng Feiyang, who was closest, had nowhere to hide. He fell to the ground in pain, clutching his ears and rolling around.

His ears were ringing, his vision blurred, and it felt as if his internal organs were being displaced by the sound waves. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The monster, in pain and unable to see, frantically clawed around, its claws aimed directly at Meng Feiyang's location, heading straight for his head.

Those sharp claws gleamed with a chilling light; if they were to grip firmly, one's brains would surely splatter.

Meng Feiyang, who was suffering terribly from the sound waves, was completely powerless to resist.

His consciousness was beginning to fade, and he could only instinctively crawl to the side, but he was too slow to avoid the fatal blow.

It was clear that this genius swordsman was about to die at the hands of the monster.

Jian Shisan finally drew his sword and roared, "Damn monster! With me, Jian Shisan, here, how dare you be so insolent!"

His figure appeared and disappeared like a ghost, his sword blade wreathed in sharp sword energy, cutting tiny cracks in the air wherever he passed.

The sword energy swept across the area, instantly shredding the monster's remaining arm.

Having suffered such severe blows in succession and without receiving any replenishment from demonic energy, the monster collapsed to the ground with a thud, no longer possessing its previous ferocious appearance.

Its body began to shrivel up at a visible rate, as if all its life force had been drained away.

With only one leg left, he actually looked quite pitiful. The fierce glint in his one eye gradually faded, seemingly leaving only a desire to live.

The raging flames, which had been brandishing the Blazing Sword with murderous intent, suddenly lost interest upon seeing the monster on its last legs.

He curled his lip, flicked his wrist, and the blazing sword light instantly subsided: "I'm too lazy to cut down such useless trash who can't even move. I'll leave it to you."

After saying that, he disgustedly shook off non-existent blood from the sword, as if afraid of getting it dirty.

Feng Tianji also looked disgusted: "Killing such a thing wouldn't even cover the cost of me using a spell once. Whoever wants to do it can do it."

Jian Shisan went to check on Meng Feiyang's condition. Although the kid had severely injured the monster, he was also seriously injured himself.

Adding to that, the monster's final attack left his ears and nostrils bleeding, clearly indicating internal injuries.

At this moment, Meng Feiyang's face was as pale as paper, his lips were bluish-purple from excessive blood loss, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Although he is not dead, he is currently in a state of exhaling more than inhaling.

Jian Shisan frowned, quickly took out a pill from his pocket, pried open Meng Feiyang's mouth, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then he placed his palm on his back and slowly channeled his inner energy into him to help him neutralize the effects of the medicine.

This monster, which everyone wanted to kill, now looked like a piece of dog shit that everyone hated.

Its mangled body lay curled up in a pool of blood, its single remaining eye half-open, its murky pupil revealing a hint of human-like pleading.

It looked like a stray dog ​​with its spine broken, which was inexplicably annoying to look at.

It's as if even touching them would dirty their hands.

The Fiery Sect Master took a half step back, rubbing the sole of his boot against the ground in disgust, as if it had picked up something unclean.

Feng Tianji directly cast a purification spell, and a faint spiritual light emanated from his body, isolating him from any potential demonic energy.

Just then, a person appeared in front of the monster.

Zheng Yi's steps were light, yet carried an undeniable determination.

Completely ignoring the pleading look emanating from the eyes of the creature, a flying sword embedded in its skin, eyes filled with endless pitifulness and fervor. That gaze seemed tangible, like a sticky spiderweb trying to ensnare everyone who looked upon it.

Zheng Yi didn't even frown: "When the emperor is angry, a million will die!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The most powerful sword energy erupted, creating a bloody hole as thick as an adult's waist, piercing through the monster's large eyeball.

Where the sword light passed, the air was torn apart with dark cracks, and the remaining sword energy plowed a three-foot-deep trench in the ground.

The one-eyed monster fell completely silent.

Its body twitched twice like a rag doll, and its last bit of life, like a candle flame being extinguished, vanished in an instant.

Brush brush!
All eyes immediately turned to Zheng Yi.

Some were confused, some were shocked, and some were incredulous. The expression of the Blazing Fire Sect Master was the most interesting, first astonished, then annoyed, and finally settling on an indescribable look of surprise and doubt.

It was as if Zheng Yi should never have made a move at this time; taking advantage of the monster to harm him was simply taking advantage of someone in distress...

The Fiery Sect Master shook his head violently, as if trying to shake off something dirty.

Feng Tianji's gaze was strange. To strike when someone is unable to resist is too despicable, isn't it?
Wait, something seems wrong.

Those present were all top experts from the Eastern Wilderness, and they quickly realized the problem. Feng Tianji suddenly calculated with his fingers, his expression changing drastically: "The Heart-Cleansing Mantra! Quickly recite the Heart-Cleansing Mantra!"

Those who can climb to the position of sect leader, which one of them doesn't have countless blood on their hands?

When faced with a monster, they suddenly became soft-hearted.

The Fiery Sect Master's face turned ashen. He suddenly drew his Blazing Sword, and the scorching sword energy evaporated the surrounding water vapor into white mist.

It seems to be something invisible and colorless, burned away completely.

Lightning flashed in Jian Shisan's hand, cutting a gash on both his and Meng Feiyang's fingers.

The injury wasn't serious, but it hurt enough.

Everyone looked up at the huge eye in the sky, which was mostly obscured by clouds.

The clouds swirled eerily, forming a massive vortex. At the center of the vortex, a half-open pupil could be vaguely seen, coldly gazing down upon the earth. That gaze seemed tangible, pressing down on one, making it hard to breathe.

Clearly, this was all the work of the Eye Demon.

The giant pupil in the sky contracted slightly, causing the clouds to twist and deform, as if mocking everyone's belated realization.

"You managed to shake off my illusion so quickly. The strength of you Eastern Wilderness cultivators is even greater than I expected." The Eye Demon's voice, like the whispers of a million people, resounded directly in everyone's minds, making their temples throb.

The tone carried a hint of surprise, but more so a playful, cat-and-mouse game.

The monster he created has been killed, so there is no reason for him to continue targeting Zhenjing.

Shinji, who had been battling the mental onslaught from the Eye Demon, suddenly collapsed limply.

His face was as pale as paper, and the Buddhist seal between his eyebrows had dimmed, clearly indicating that he was on his last legs.

Feng Tianji quickly moved to Zhenjing's side and helped him up, preventing the old monk from falling.

Only then did they realize that Zhenjing's monk's robes were completely soaked, as if they had just been washed.

Where he had stood, sweat had accumulated into a small puddle on the bluestone ground.

Clearly, of all the people, only Zhenjing's battle was the most arduous.

If it weren't for Zhenjing protecting them, that monster would probably have already returned to the Eye Demon's control, leaving them struggling to cope.

Jian Shisan and Liehuo secretly exchanged a glance, both seeing the apprehension in each other's eyes.

Liehuo's hand gripped the sword hilt intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes filled with questioning, while Jian Shisan shook his head almost imperceptibly, indicating that now was not the time to pursue the matter.

The Brahma Temple is, after all, one of the three major righteous sects. As a leading figure in the cultivation world of the Eastern Wilderness, it has always been known for its integrity and strict discipline. Master Zhenjing is especially respected and is hailed as the "beacon of Buddhism".

They had always felt that the abbot of Fanyin Temple was Zhenjing, and their senses were also very good.

Jian Shisan still remembered that thirty years ago, during the great battle between good and evil, it was this old monk who single-handedly delivered 100,000 vengeful souls, preventing an even greater disaster.

I don't know why, but Zhenjing and Feng Tianji from Hongchenfang are getting so close.
You should know that the Red Dust Sect is a demonic sect that doesn't care about any means to make money, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the Buddhist sect that values ​​purity and detachment.

However, at this juncture, they couldn't afford to pursue the matter too much. The threat of the Eye Demon was imminent; the giant eye in the sky had begun to glow with an ominous red light, and lightning flickered faintly in the clouds.

"Eye Demon." Jian Shisan raised his flying sword. Although he had to look up at his opponent, he was in no way inferior in terms of aura.

"Your plot has failed. Why not leave now?" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable firmness. Sword energy swirled around him, carving fine sword marks into the ground.

The demon's mocking laughter carried far: "You're not worthy of making me back down."

Before the words were even finished, the giant eye in the sky suddenly opened completely, and countless tiny runes appeared in its blood-red pupils. In an instant, everyone felt a dizzying sensation, as if the entire world was being twisted and deformed.

The nearest ancient trees suddenly withered and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The Eye Demon didn't even make a move; a single cold glance was enough to make them momentarily disoriented.

That gaze seemed to carry the chill of ten thousand years of ice, instantly piercing through everyone's defenses and striking straight into the depths of their souls.

But the next moment, the whole earth seemed to shake, the ground undulated like waves, and countless cracks spread out like a spider web.

A distant mountain collapsed with a deafening roar, kicking up clouds of dust. Spatial rifts appeared in the sky, with distorted starlight faintly visible within the dark cracks, but they quickly closed up again.

Clearly, the Eye Demon was truly enraged and wanted to annihilate them all here. A suffocating pressure filled the air, making even breathing difficult.

Sword Thirteen's robes fluttered without wind, and his sword energy automatically formed a protective shield around him, yet it was still suppressed and made a cracking sound.

The strength of these extraterrestrial demons is ridiculously high.

Even though they controlled most of the population, the power they exuded was still strong enough to shake the entire Eastern Wilderness.

Controlling one's power sounds simple, but it's like expecting a driver to control the distance of the accelerator by only a millimeter—extremely difficult. Cold sweat beaded on the Fiery Sect Master's forehead. The power of the Blazing Fire Sword was utterly inadequate in the face of such a formidable being.

Zheng Yi used the same trick again: "Eye Demon, you don't really want to die with us, do you?"

Zheng Yi stood tall and straight, his heart pounding with anxiety, but his face still wore an expression of nonchalance and arrogance.

The Eye Demon sneered, "Don't try to deceive this Heavenly Demon with your childish lies."

Its voice carried a condescending mockery, and its enormous pupils reflected the disheveled figures of the crowd.

"Now, I have long since adapted to the power level of your Eastern Wilderness. I can completely annihilate you before this world completely collapses."

As it spoke, the other eyes on the giant eye of the Eye Demon began to emit beams of red light.

These rays of light were like torrential rain, instantly enveloping an area of ​​hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.

Jian Shisan's pupils shrank sharply, and he drew an arc with his longsword, forming a semi-transparent barrier above his head with sword energy.

The others also used their own methods to defend against the Eye Demon's attacks.

Upon landing, the red lights exploded one after another. Each explosion sent up a wave of earth tens of meters high, and the shockwave uprooted towering ancient trees.

Jian Shisan and the others had no choice but to fight back and dodge with all their might. Meng Feiyang mustered his last bit of true energy, his figure weaving through the gaps in the red light like a ghost.

Feng Tianji bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto a small golden house.

The small house was only half-built when Feng Tianji immediately crawled inside.

The small house wasn't particularly big, nor was it particularly small; besides him, Master Zhenjing, and his disciple, there wasn't enough room for a third person. (End of Chapter)