Night without Borders

Chapter 333: Pioneer for the King
Zhu Jianhao's eyes dimmed and lost focus, and with a thud, he fell backward to the ground.

Under the cover of night, the shouts of battle echoed across the vast plains, but the battlefield outside Huai'an Town fell into a brief silence.

Qin Ming stood like a mountain, his stillness pressing down on all the demons, making it hard for them to breathe.

The bronze eyes, now severed at the waist, were bulging with rage. He followed the path of a pure immortal, and before he had completely died, the dim light of his consciousness was about to surge forth.

A bright flash of light swept across, his eyes lost their light, and he died instantly.

Qin Ming, dressed entirely in white, stood before the battle formation with an unwavering composure, the mutton-fat jade iron knife in his hand dripping blood.

The demon camp was completely silent, feeling like they were suffocating.

The fact that renowned demon sword immortals like Tong and Zhu Jianhao were killed together would surely cause a huge uproar if this were to spread back to the demon race.

His hero is my enemy!
Without a doubt, in the eyes of the demon race, what just happened was tragic. Their young heroes had done their best, but they were still no match for them.

In an instant, all four Heavenly Demons perished in battle.

Some demons roared and gripped their weapons tightly, while some young demons, their eyes red, charged forward.

However, the battlefield is cruel, and the facts are never changed by anyone's joy or anger. With a series of splattering sounds, blood splattered continuously, and the white-clad youth in the field wielded the jade iron knife, causing the heads of demons to fly off one after another.

"Kill."

Back in Yezhou, the people were filled with fervor. They stood on the same side as the demons, and Qin Ming, who had turned the tide and slain the demon sword immortals, was a hero.

Luo Jingxiao and the awakened One-Toothed White Elephant, along with other experts, led their men back into the battlefield, charging towards the demons.

Qin Ming went all out, bathing in demon blood, displaying a sweeping momentum, slaying demons and clearing a large area of ​​the battlefield.

Even if the demon race is fearless of death, in a battle where there is no hope, their fighting spirit will eventually be worn down.

The demons in this area felt powerless. No matter how they surrounded and attacked the white-robed youth, it was all in vain, and they could only die in vain.

Around Qin Ming, corpses littered the ground. Demons continued to attack, but they all collapsed at his feet. Eventually, the pile of demon corpses reached a great height.

The demon camp collapsed. In their hearts, the legendary "Upright Ape Demon King" was completely materialized and took on a form, which was Qin Ming.

"Escape!"

The demons suffered a crushing defeat. Faced with an invincible opponent, even the most stubborn could not withstand the onslaught; they could not hold on any longer.

"kill!"

The people of Huai'an Town have suffered from demons for too long. Several immortals and gods have already died in battle. How could they not be filled with grief and indignation? Now they naturally want to press their advantage and pursue the enemy.

The demons fled in a great massacre, leaving behind countless corpses on the plains, suffering heavy losses.

Finally, the shouts of killing completely disappeared, and the area returned to silence. Many people, supporting each other, returned from the horizon, completely satisfied.

The stalemate in several towns, including Huai'an and Taihe, was completely reversed, and the demons in this region were wiped out.

Qin Ming was preparing to refine the extraordinary blood of the four Heavenly Demon species. Combined with the golden tiger bones and crystal-clear rhinoceros horns he had accumulated before, he had truly made a great harvest.

He took a short rest here in order to quickly transform the precious medicine into his true strength.

Qin Ming said, "Everyone, these bronze and porcupine have both revealed their true forms. They even plucked out their own feathers and quills. Don't waste them; they are all great tonics."

A being capable of giving birth to extraordinary blood naturally possesses an extraordinary physical body. Earlier on the journey, Qin Ming had wasted too much, making it impossible to carry anything with him. Now, by giving away the spoils of war, he was doing a favor.

Immediately, many people's eyes lit up with excitement.

The corpses of the Heavenly Demons are almost equivalent to precious medicines.

"Thank you for your support, Brother Qin. Otherwise, if those two new demon sword immortals had made their move, we would have been completely wiped out."

Many people stepped forward to express their heartfelt gratitude.

"Brother Qin saved all of our lives," an old man said.

A young man stepped forward and solemnly promised, "Brother Qin, I come from the Wu family of Fangwai Yangtu. Although we are not a top-tier clan, if you ever need anything in the future, feel free to send me a message, and I will do my best to help you."

"Brother Qin, I come from the Tantric sect..."

Many people stepped forward, leaving their names with great enthusiasm. Some were genuinely grateful, while others had witnessed Qin Ming's terrifying performance and knew that if he continued to grow smoothly, he would undoubtedly have a bright future.

"Qin...Ming, I'm sorry for what happened before!" Luo Jingxiao, covered in wounds, approached and felt somewhat awkward saying these words.

Qin Ming nodded and said, "You are also quite good. You dared to come here alone to fight with swords and support this place. You are already worthy of being called a celestial being."

"Qin Ming, thank you!" Zi Lin stood gracefully, her silky purple hair cascading down to her waist, even her pupils were deep purple.

She held a prominent position among the Purple Lightning Beast Clan, and at this moment, she helped her cousin approach to express her gratitude.

Qin Ming smiled and nodded, saying, "No need to be so polite. We're old acquaintances. Although there have been some misunderstandings, we've fought side by side before."

Her cousin, Zixiao, was quite surprised and said, "You two were acquaintances before, and even fought against the enemy together. Cousin, I never heard you mention this before; you kept it from us."

Zi Lin, who was expressing her gratitude with a sincere smile, suddenly froze. Thinking back to those days, it seemed that... less than a year had passed. She had indeed participated in the war, but... she was a mount!

She never wants to mention this dark history again.

However, when Zi Xiao pressed her for an answer and asked her to maintain a proper smile, her slender fingers clenched until they turned blue.

This is only possible because he's her cousin. If it were anyone else who dared to be so tactless and pry so deeply, she would have definitely smashed out that purple lightning hammer.

Soon after, Qin Ming's place quieted down, and no one disturbed him anymore. Everyone could tell that he was refining a rare medicine, trying to improve his cultivation.

Qin Ming had fought his way here from two hundred miles away without stopping. He then went on to kill the Demon Sword Immortal and chase down the demon army, which left him extremely tired and exhausted.

However, such high-intensity rushes and battles are also the best time to extract and absorb the essence of precious medicines.

His whole body was glowing, and his cultivation was improving thread by thread, and one could feel the slow process of improvement.

He frowned slightly. Sure enough, even if the blood medicine of this type was not from the same clan, the effect would decrease if too much was extracted.

However, the sheer volume of energy was overwhelming, and he successfully broke through to the second level of the spiritual field, reaching the later stages.

Normal geniuses would need at least ten years of hard work to reach this point, but Qin Ming achieved this feat quickly after a single battle.

Qin Ming knew this was something that couldn't be replicated. How many herbs had he collected? Twenty-two kinds already!

And what is the source of these precious medicines? They are either Heavenly Demon Seeds, direct descendants of the Sixth Realm Ancestors, or extraordinary demons born in extremely special environments.

Only in such a large-scale bloody battle could one encounter so many, and besides him, how many others could kill so many Heavenly Demons?

Normally, the death of even one of those special creatures would cause considerable trouble.

Qin Ming briefly checked the spoils of war. There were very few secret manuals. Although the opponents he had killed were all extraordinary, they all knew that they were going to the battlefield of life and death, and few people would carry true scriptures with them.

His biggest gain was healing medicine, which he felt he couldn't possibly use up in the third realm.

Qin Ming lowered his head to wipe the blade. Even though it was made of mutton fat jade iron, it already had many chips and was covered with small cracks.

"This is a rare opportunity, I must continue hunting!" He stood up, resolved the crisis here, bid farewell to the others, and once again disappeared into the vast plains under the cover of night.

In the distance, the battle continues. The two races have been holding back for over four hundred years. Are they planning to wipe out all their elite forces in one decisive battle?

Qin Ming's heart sank, because he knew that the most crucial thing was still the Ancestral Master Battlefield. The Night State side was full of "powerful Ancestral Masters," and they had been fighting for so long without a winner.
A gloomy feeling settled over him; the outcome of this great battle was completely unpredictable.

He thought of the Silver War Beasts and others; these were not traditional demon races, but they had also joined the war. Undoubtedly, the demons had brought in many helpers.

This battle was particularly difficult.

As Qin Ming wielded his sword and traversed the battlefield, he learned some bad news: the "young leader" of the Jade Purity Sect had been killed in battle.

He met Lu Yuzhi, and almost went to Yuqing Sect with her back then.

She is a top-tier extraordinary person, possesses a complete lineage of esoteric Buddhism, and has devoted herself to cultivation at the Yuqing Ancestral Temple, advancing along two paths simultaneously. At the same time, she is also a direct descendant of the Lu family, a thousand-year-old clan.

"I never imagined that your skills are now even higher than mine. Thank you for resolving my crisis." Lu Yuzhi's beautiful face showed a complex expression.

Then, she sighed again. She had seen the young master of the Fourth Realm die in battle from afar.

"Senior Sister Lu, you are seriously injured. You should leave the battlefield as soon as possible," Qin Ming said.

"Okay!" Lu Yuzhi thanked him and left with some people.

"What? The Skybreaker of the Sky-Supporting Cult has died in battle?" Qin Ming was deeply shocked when he heard this news.

Only those who master the Three Powers at a very young age have special titles. The Heaven-Shaking One of the Sky-Supporting Sect and the Golden Body Nirvana One of the Tathagata Sect are such people.

Throughout the entire path of new students, anyone who holds this title is undoubtedly one of the most outstanding disciples of the sect.

Qin Ming gasped. Even someone like him had fallen on the battlefield; the great battle was indeed extremely bloody.

Not long after, he encountered people from the Five Elements Palace, who naturally did their best to help him. Just because Jin Yuan had taken care of him, he was determined to lead this group out to fight their way out.

"This time, we encountered a young golden behemoth!" The people of the Five Elements Palace suffered a terrible fate. They joined forces with the people of the Secret Sect, but were slaughtered and scattered by the behemoth.

The golden behemoth is even more terrifying than the silver war beast. Once it reaches adulthood, it will inevitably reach the mid-stage of the fifth realm, which is the Grandmaster level.

After Qin Ming led the people of the Five Elements Palace away from the dangerous area, he returned to fight his way back.

However, the boy who was actually the golden beast was very cautious. After an explosion in one area, he would quickly disappear into the distance, clearly avoiding any potential risks.
The demons and their allies also suffered heavy losses, and some of the old demons went mad, howling in the distance.

"Thank you, Brother Qin. I am from the Tang family of the Immortal Hall of the Esoteric Buddhism."

Qin Ming intervened along the way and saved some of the people from Yezhou.

The group of people all wore expressions of grief. Their Immortal Palace's divine seed had died in battle, and it was a powerful figure whom their Tang family had been cultivating.

"Tang Yutian..."

Qin Ming was slightly lost in thought. This divine seed, like Su Shiyun and Xue Yunzheng, had once been given special treatment and allowed to go to the heavenly medicinal fields to collect otherworldly spiritual substances.

He went far away and soon encountered people from the Six Imperial Ancestral Court, rescuing the two extraordinary individuals, Zhuo Ya and Cao Wuji. However, Zhuo Ya couldn't hold on; she was already at her limit, and her mental field had collapsed. Qin Ming had once been with them in the trials of the Six Imperial Ancestral Court on the edge of the world. Zhuo Ya was also Yu Zhuohan's cousin. He never expected that she would die before his eyes.

His face was stiff, because he had no idea how many acquaintances would be permanently lost after this battle.

Initially, it was acquaintances like Lu Zhenyi and Chen Bingyan who were killed or wounded. Later, even the top-tier immortal Su Shiyun died in battle, and all the routes on the Western Frontier battlefield suffered heavy losses.

Qin Ming's heart sank. He was worried about Li Qingyue, Wu Yaozu, and the others. He had thought they were capable of protecting themselves, but now it seemed that was not the case.

Blood-stained yellow leaves drifted down from the night sky. He felt the chill of late autumn was intense, and there were dead people everywhere. Some familiar faces might never be seen again.

Soon after, his pupils contracted as he saw Chu Pianran, who had been resurrected from an ancient immortal's abode, wielding her sword with overwhelming force and slaying a fourth-realm old demon mixed in with the demons.

Qin Ming was quite unsettled; this woman was indeed extremely formidable.

At the same time, he also realized that some old guys wanted to nip the seeds of the opposing camp in the bud, and the atmosphere throughout the area was extremely unsettling.

Qin Ming left, quickly changed out of his blood-stained white clothes, and then became much more low-key.

In the distance, at the Heavenly Palace, a large faction of the Tantric sect, a group of people were wailing in grief. Their strongest divine seed had died in battle, a figure on par with Cheng Sheng and Zhao Qingcheng.

Before long, the demon camp was in chaos, some old demons went mad, and some top-tier celestial demons on their side died.

"A celestial demon, on par with the Jade Emperor, was beheaded by a senior immortal on our side!"

The people of Yezhou spread this message.

Clearly, the people of the Immortal Path are seeking revenge. Su Shiyun was killed by the old demon, and now the Immortal Path has successfully hunted down their "heart's treasure."

"Thank you for saving me, brother. I am from the Qian family of Luoyue City. You should hide quickly, as there are old guys hunting down immortal seeds in the shadows!"

Along the way, Qin Ming rescued several experts who were on the verge of death. Some of them told him that the current environment was becoming increasingly dangerous and that he should not stand out too much.

Qin Ming nodded. He guessed that the battle of the Ancestral Masters might not be able to determine a winner, so both sides wanted to kill the other's future Ancestral Masters and were frantically attacking the seeds.

Sure enough, not long after, an old fellow rushed over to his territory, extending his spiritual light as if he were searching for someone.

Boom!

In the distance, Jiang Ran was slaying an extremely powerful fourth-realm demon.

In an instant, several old demons appeared and charged at her.

However, on the human side, even more old guys suddenly appeared and began to hunt them down.

Qin Ming's pupils contracted, and he muttered to himself, "A chaotic melee, is this going to collapse? I reckon neither side can withstand such losses."

He began to become cautious; in fact, neither side dared to let their seeds sprout easily.

Half an hour later, a long howl came from the demon camp. A "Phoenix Prince" of Fire Phoenix Mountain with a very high status was strangled by an old man from the human camp.

Instantly, flames roared across that area, and a Grandmaster-level Heavenly Phoenix appeared, filled with rage and eager for bloody revenge.

Boom!

Amidst lightning and thunder, many of its feathers were blown off. Two human grandmasters, covered in blood, went to hunt it down: one was an old monster from Ghost Road, and the other was a master from the Desolate Lands.

"It's over, the entire Divine Desolation Plains are going to be in complete chaos." Qin Ming had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen, and there was no safe place left.

Moreover, at that very moment, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He had a feeling of impending doom. Was an old monster targeting him?
Qin Ming remained calm and hidden among the crowd, unaware of the source of the crisis.

Finally, danger did indeed appear. At first, it was silent, then the sky and earth collapsed, and the thick clouds above the battlefield exploded and disappeared on the spot.

This is not targeting one person, but rather a vast, densely packed population.

Qin Ming saw a silver spear flying from the direction of the demon race camp, swirling with dense demon race characters, rapidly enlarging as it flew, shaking the heavens and the earth.

On the Night Continent side, a nine-colored sword appeared, slicing out endless patterns of order, cutting through the pitch-black sky, as if breaking free from the shackles of time and space.

"The gods... have appeared!" A grandmaster's voice trembled as he revealed the truth.

Qin Ming finally understood what was the source of his heart palpitations: the gods were descending upon him, a disaster as natural as the heavens. How could someone with his "small physique" possibly withstand it?
No one knows whether it was the Demon God who launched the attack first, or the powerful figures of Yezhou who struck first, but both were aiming to annihilate a massive number of cultivators in the opposing camp.

The two weapons met in the night sky, and the light was so intense that many people couldn't bear to look at it; their eyes were practically bleeding. It was a clash of divine power.

Qin Ming wondered if he might just "die" from that moment on.

Regardless, his first instinct was to protect himself, using earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that allows one to escape into the ground) and rushing madly into the underground of the Great Plains.

The clash between the two weapons created a catastrophic aftershock, enough to kill many low- to mid-level cultivators in the vicinity.

At the critical moment, both sides made their moves. Giant hands reached out from two different directions in the night sky, their divine light surging and blocking the divine light emanating from the two weapons, as well as the endless runes.

Even so, many people on the ground still fell down, panting heavily, as they had been suppressed to the point of suffocation.

Someone intervened in the Ancestral Master Battlefield, using extraordinary treasures; it seems someone wanted to slay a god!

"retreat!"

A master-level figure spoke, ordering everyone from Yezhou to step back.

On the other side, the demon gods personally ordered their army to retreat.

Qin Ming arrived on the surface, blended into the crowd, and quickly retreated back to the boundary line.

He knew that the enormous crisis had not been resolved, but had instead escalated to its peak, because with the appearance of the gods, even old guys of this caliber were being forced to step down.

Whether the two sides are going to deliver a final blow or start making peace and retreating is impossible to say at this point.

In the battlefield of the Ancestral Masters, the great battle among the sixth-realm experts has also ended. Blood mist surged there, staining the sky red, and the crimson color lingered for a long time. The exact number of casualties among the Ancestral Masters is unknown.

As some of the patriarchs, such as Leng Mingkong, Helian Chengyun, and Qingtian, emerged from the blood-red clouds, people's hearts sank, feeling that many patriarchs had been lost!

Were those men killed in battle, or did they retreat due to serious injuries? If it was the former, the losses in this battle were unimaginable.

On the human side, white immortal mist surged, revealing a massive figure with partial outlines, displaying inhuman attributes, seemingly the body of a certain ancestor after achieving godhood.

At this moment, he spoke up: "Are you forced to act as the king's vanguard, trying to test the strength of Yujing? You cannot bear the consequences of that."

This single sentence sent a chill down the spines of many cultivators on both sides.

On the human side, everyone's hearts are sinking. Are the vanguard of the king still hiding behind, not yet truly appearing?
If that's the case, is there any way out for people in Yezhou?
The cultivators of the demon race were incredulous. Could it be that they, as powerful as they were, were being used by another civilization to advance and attack the human race?

These words nearly broke the defenses of some powerful demons who were arrogant about the brilliance of their demon civilization, and they found them hard to accept.

Immediately, many demons looked at the old monster of the sixth realm, and then at the demon god in the clouds, wanting to verify whether this was true.

However, the demon race's high-ranking officials fell silent for a brief moment.

This silence speaks volumes.

Finally, the demon god spoke: "It's not about driving or controlling, it's just normal cooperation. No matter how powerful a civilization is, it cannot enslave my demon race."

The white celestial mist surged, and the deities of Yezhou spoke up: "Even they themselves dare not come, why should your demon race wade into these troubled waters? This territory is not to be tested, and the Jade Capital must not be offended!"

He laid these secrets out in the open, making sure everyone could hear them clearly.

Qin Ming was truly shocked and his heart was filled with unease. There were others behind the terrifying demon race, which was truly frightening!
Immediately, many in the demon race camp were dissatisfied. Why should they obey the orders of another civilization? Their demon race was incredibly brilliant. Did they have to become a subordinate civilization?
The demon god had no choice but to speak, and quite frankly, he said, "To be honest, we really don't want to bite into the tough nut of Yezhou anymore, but the arrow is already on the bowstring and we have no choice but to release it."

"Reason?" the deity from Yezhou asked coldly.

In fact, a large number of demons were even more curious and felt extremely aggrieved that the attack was not initiated by them, but was led by another mysterious civilization.

They felt extremely humiliated to be used as pawns.

The demon god said, "Our demon race's most precious treasures, which have been lost for many years, and the Supreme Heavenly Book, have reappeared. However, they have fallen into the hands of others, which concerns the fate of our race. We have no choice but to agree to one condition so that we can take them back."

Clearly, his main purpose was to appease the demon army.

"You should all retreat," the deity from Yezhou said calmly.

The demon god replied, "We cannot retreat. We have already agreed that even if we cannot conquer Yezhou, we will try our best."

The enormous figure within the white mist, its powerful aura surging, said, "So, a final bloodbath is unavoidable?"

"There is no other choice!" As the demon god spoke, he once again grasped the divine weapon, the spear wreathed in numerous demonic runes.

One of the patriarchs spoke up forcefully: "Isn't it just a battle? You're only slightly stronger than Mao Shen. A demon god at the early stage of the seventh realm, you dare to act wildly in front of us? You're courting death!"

Leng Mingkong stepped forward, appearing as a young man in his early twenties. He strode through the void, his armor tattered, his body covered in demonic blood, exuding a powerful aura, his entire body radiating light and rain, as if he wanted to suppress the gods.

"You scoundrel, you useless immortal, I'm here to slaughter you!" Helian Chengyun also stepped forward, looking like a young man, his crimson armor clanging as he held the Sun-Shooting Bow, exuding an indescribable ethereal and otherworldly aura.

"Sigh, stop cursing. If you call them 'useless gods' or 'worthless immortals,' then what are we?" The massive figure in the white mist said helplessly from the Night State side.

“You are…Grandmaster Ye!” Leng Mingkong stared into the depths of the white mist and suddenly recognized the enormous, inhuman creature.

In fact, behind the white mist, there were several enormous figures, some sitting cross-legged, others standing still.

"The Tathagata of the Past?" One of the patriarchs on the Path of Rebirth looked surprised as he recognized one of the figures.

In the white mist, an old ancestor spoke: "Alas, we have no face to face those who come after us. When our lifespan was nearing its end, we chose to become useless immortals and turn into broken gods, disgracing you all."

"This...Grandmaster Ye, I'm sorry!"

"Master!"

There was a commotion among the patriarch's group.

"Seniors, step back and let us slay the god!" one of the patriarchs said forcefully.

"Time may ravage a beauty, but it also slays a hero." In the white mist, the patriarch sighed, shook his head, and stopped the newcomers, saying, "Let us do it. Even after becoming a god, our lifespan is limited. Today... let us slay our enemies, face death, and complete the final journey of our lives!"

(End of this chapter)