The Primordial Law

Chapter 404 Lion Camel
The demon child unleashed his Dao Heart Manifestation, his nerves taut, staring intently at Tang Wanzhou: "You are not a martial artist at the first level of the Longevity Realm!"

“I broke through to the Longevity Realm a year ago and defeated you. I believe you are not convinced. Since that’s the case, let’s be fair. As long as you withstand my fourteen sword strikes, I will spare your life today,” Tang Wanzhou said.

The Demon Child had never seen anyone even more arrogant than himself. In the same realm, who would dare to speak to him like that?
The opponent was indeed powerful, and the Demon Child dared not underestimate him in the slightest: "Where is your sword?"

"You believe that magical artifacts are all external objects, and that one can be invincible with bare hands. It would be too unfair for me to defeat you with a sword."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Wanzhou appeared a hundred meters above the Demon Child's head, standing in mid-air with an indifferent gaze, his hand forming a sword finger, and slashing down from afar.

"Slay the Dust!"

The first of the Fourteen Swords of Immortal Slaughter and Divine Snow.

The sword's edge transformed into a white frost waterfall, descending from the sky.

The demon child could not dodge. He felt the opponent's will pressing down on him like ten thousand mountains. He had no choice but to raise a hundred demon heads and transform them into a Taoist magic diagram to withstand the attack.

"boom!"

The sword energy was unstoppable, shattering the demonic diagram and causing more than ten demonic figures to explode.

Beneath the demon child's feet, the earth was cleaved open by a sword-qi ravine hundreds of meters long, with a foot-thick layer of white frost spreading outwards from the ravine.

"who are you?"

The demon child quickly used his movement techniques to distance himself from Tang Wanzhou, feeling that this woman couldn't possibly be the first stage of the Longevity Realm.

"You came to Lingxiao Realm, didn't you come to challenge me?"

Tang Wanzhou transformed into a sword beam and gave chase: "Severing the Mountain!"

The second sword strike swept across the land, accompanied by a blizzard that seemed poised to freeze everything for miles around.

"Are you Tang Wanqiu's older sister?"

The demon child was shocked but also suddenly realized that he dared not take Tang Wanzhou's sword technique head-on with his bare hands. The penetrating power was too strong, and it seemed that any Taoist technique would be cut through with a single sword.

He broke free from Tang Wanzhou's mental control, leaping into the air and soaring into the sky.

"Wow!"

The sword energy slashed horizontally across a hundred-meter-high hill in front of them, piercing through the mountain.

The demon child had always been extremely confident in his speed and was very proud of it, but this time, he began to doubt himself.

Tang Wanzhou leaped across space in one step, appearing diagonally above and behind him, and unleashed the third sword strike of "Formless".

Sword beams came from all directions. The demon child quickly contracted his Dao heart's external form, condensing it into a magical energy shield with a diameter of three zhang. He then unleashed four different Dao techniques, striking out in all directions.

The fourth sword flew straight in, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, breaking through all of the demon child's defenses and knocking him down from the sky.

"Oh!"

The demon child's body slammed heavily onto the ground.

A deep, bloody hole appeared in his left chest, his mouth was open and full of blood, and a hoarse laugh came from his throat.

He was completely deranged, unable to accept such a defeat; the blood tower mark between his brows was incredibly red and flickered incessantly.

Tang Wanzhou landed on the ground, grabbed his neck with his five fingers, and plowed forward.

Eerie, blood-red scripture armor appeared on the demon child's neck and upper body. One hand gripped Tang Wanzhou's wrist, while the other formed a fist, from which a large number of scriptures surged forth.

Tang Wanzhou lifted him out of the mud and struck him heavily in the chest with a finger sword.

The sword energy was dense, converging at a single point with a whooshing sound, shattering the mysterious scripture armor.

The demon child coughed up blood, flew backward, and knelt on the ground, blood gushing from his chest. A bloody hole, pierced through his back, was visible there.

“Speak, or you’ll be beaten to death! What exactly is going on with the Mother-Child Spring?” Tang Wanzhou walked to the opposite side of him, and a large number of swords formed from ice and snow appeared behind him.

Zuoqiu Ling, Song Yulou, and Yao Xingyue appeared in three different positions behind the demon child to prevent him from escaping.

"Impressive, it seems I've truly met my match today."

The voice coming from the demon child belonged to a middle-aged man.

The blood on the ground suddenly transformed into wisps of blood vapor, rapidly flowing towards his brow.

The blood tower mark released complex and profound blood-red scriptures, unleashing a transcendent aura.

"Transcendental scriptures..."

Tang Wanzhou pointed forward, and the icy longsword behind him transformed into a rain of swords that flew out.

"Bang! Bang..."

A blood-red nine-story demon tower flew out from the demon child's body, shattering all the incoming ice and snow swords.

Driven by the demon child's magical energy, the nine-story demon tower rapidly expanded, growing to a height of several tens of feet.

The tower, seemingly cast from blood-red jade, is covered with transcendent scriptures.

From the nine tower gates, a magical aura containing transcendent energy surged forth, condensing into a liquid state, like nine waterfalls cascading down and sprinkling onto the demon child.

"Didn't you claim that magical artifacts are all external objects and that you disdain using them?"

"That's because he has never encountered a master of the same level, which is why he is so arrogant. When facing a martial artist of a higher realm, he will only think that he lost because of his realm."

Zuo Qiuling, Song Yulou, and Yao Xingyue retreated quickly, not worried about Tang Wanzhou.

Tang Wanzhou had been observing the blood-red demonic tower: "Is this what you inherited from the Holy Infant? The nine-story tower seals the Holy Infant's Nine Springs, right? If I'm not mistaken, the power of the mutated Mother-Child Spring must be related to this tower."

"You have no respect for me, and you will pay the price for it."

The demon child absorbed the magical energy of the Nine Springs within the tower, and the scripture armor on his skin reappeared. He took a step forward, manipulating the dozens-of-zhang-tall demonic tower to attack Tang Wanzhou. Tang Wanzhou retreated explosively, dodging the attack.

With a deafening roar, the blood tower blasted the ground in front of her, causing it to sink.

Ten miles away, Li Weiyi appeared on a patch of shattered, scorched earth, observing the battle in the distance. He mobilized his magical energy to grab one of the handles of the Medicine King Furnace that had fallen there earlier, and hurled it at Tang Wanzhou.

Tang Wanzhou leaped into the air, grabbed the flying Medicine King Furnace, and his magical energy surged forth from his ancestral field. Instantly, the furnace fire reignited, and tens of thousands of scriptures flew out, releasing heat that melted the soil on the ground.

"boom!"

The Nine-Story Demon Tower and the Medicine King's Furnace clashed, blood and flames cleaving the night sky.

The impact sounded like a heavenly bell tolling, and could be heard in towns hundreds of miles away.

"boom!"

Numerous cracks appeared in the ground, and the underground river of blood flowed back to the surface.

The two men separated and then reunited, each wielding a heavy weapon and striking down.

The scriptures on the ritual implements can fly dozens of miles away when they collide.

Tang Wanzhou was very aggressive. Even though the opponent had the advantage in weaponry and magical energy, he still advanced step by step, forcing the demon child to retreat continuously, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

"Boom!"

The fifth collision sent the demon child reeling from the powerful shockwaves, his flesh and blood nearly torn apart. Unable to withstand the force, his body detached from the nine-story demon tower and was thrown backward, crashing into a mound of earth.

Tang Wanzhou flew to the top of the nine-story Blood Tower, his eyes cold and sharp, and from a hundred feet away, he unleashed a dazzling sword light that pierced the night sky, landing on the Demon Child.

"Sever all thoughts!"

This sword strike is more than just sword energy.

It is also sword intent.

It cuts straight to the soul.

"what……"

The mound was torn open by the sword energy and immediately frozen by frost.

The demon child's soul was injured, and he let out a scream of extreme resentment.

With a snap, he shattered the frost with his fist, crawled out of the ground, his hands trembling, and gritted his teeth, staring intently at the tall figure atop the tower: "If you want to kill me, you'll die too. Tonight, you will die..."

……

A hundred miles away, Li Chaoran and Li Shentong stood on the wide riverbank, with a vast expanse of white snow behind them.

Li Shentong exclaimed, "Tang Wanzhou truly deserves to be called the most brilliant young star in the Lingxiao Realm over the past thousand years. The Demon Child was defeated so quickly and so miserably. Such a prodigy is undoubtedly unparalleled in the vast and boundless Yingzhou, isn't she?"

"Since it's so dazzling, let it be extinguished tonight..."

As soon as Li Zuchaoran finished speaking, his gaze turned to the dense forest across the river. In the depths and darkness, he saw a tall and majestic figure, which made his heart pound with fear.

The figure seemed to have been standing in the forest for a long time, yet also seemed to have just appeared.

"It's you! How come you're in Fuzhou?" Li Zu's tone was filled with surprise.

The tall figure emerged from the darkness step by step, exuding an aura of domineering arrogance. His long hair was braided into strands and tied behind his head, and his face was as if it had been sculpted by nature, no different from the rugged and handsome statues in temples and shrines.

His slightly bronze skin shone with a dazzling luster. His arms were long and his hands were large, as if they possessed the power to support the heavens and the earth. His nose was like the highest snow-capped mountain in the North, with distinct features that connected to his domineering and sharp eyes, which revealed nothing of his inner self.

Such an extraordinary aura overwhelmed Li Shentong, who wanted to kneel down.

Tang Shituo, the strongest in the Northern Territory, stared at the Li Clan's superior, his lips parting slightly: "Li Longshu, did you consider the consequences of killing my daughter? Let me tell you, the Li Clan has no reason to exist anymore, and you, even if you escape back to the Demon Kingdom, I will definitely cross the Netherworld to kill you."

His tone was filled with unwavering determination, putting immense pressure on Li Longshu.

Li Longshu's mind raced, and he quickly realized why Tang Shituo had appeared in Fuzhou—he must be plotting an attack on the Daojiao headquarters. He composed himself and sneered, "Tang Shituo, aren't you afraid that Qilin Zang will take this opportunity to attack your northern camp?"

"If it dares to go to the Northern Territory, isn't it afraid that the King of the Western Sea will destroy its Western Territory army?" Tang Shituo asked.

"You've made an enemy of the Crown Prince and ruined his plans. You in the Northern Territory are in for a world of trouble. Let's go!"

Li Longshu unleashed his divine power, transforming it into a cloud of magical energy that swiftly vanished into the icy wilderness.

……

Tang Wanzhou put away the nine-story demon tower, which transformed into a nine-inch blood-red miniature tower. He held it in his palm and glanced at the demon child lying in the snow: "It seems you've taken quite a few of my attacks. Very well, I keep my word and will spare your life today. Zuoqiu Ling, take him back to Lingxiao City and present him to the Third Palace Master to receive your reward!"

How could Zuoqiu Ling not know what she was thinking?
Everyone present could see that the Nine-Story Demon Tower was the key to resolving the hidden dangers of the Mother-Child Spring.

Killing the demon child would have endless consequences.

Zuoqiu Ling said, "Isn't it unethical for the young lord to shift the blame southward like this?"

"Do whatever you want, he's Sannomiya's man anyway."

Tang Wanzhou left directly and met up with Li Weiyi, who was dozens of miles away: "Come with me to the Northern Border! With your talent and the trump cards you hold, you will surely achieve great things in the Tang Court camp. I can provide the seven little ones with enough resources to help them grow rapidly. The battle of Lingxiao City will surely be recorded in the history of the Lingxiao Realm. If the human race is defeated, the heavens and earth will surely collapse. But if the human race wins, then the Snow Sword Tang Court and the Zuoqiu Clan will divide the world between the north and south."

Li Weiyi stared into her bright and burning eyes, his heart caught in a whirlpool of complex emotions.

On the distant snowfield, a lion and a camel, each the size of a hill, approached.

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