The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

"Click, click, click."

A series of crisp sounds, like shattering glass, rang out.

At the same time, fine cracks appeared on the blades of all thirty-six green bamboo swords. The cracks spread rapidly, covering the entire blades like a spider web.

The next moment, these natal magic treasures, which had been nurtured and refined by the green-robed cultivator for hundreds of years, exploded in his horrified gaze.

It transformed into countless emerald-green fragments, shimmering with a faint spiritual light, like a green rain of light falling softly into the dark forest below.

"puff--!"

Almost at the same moment the magic weapon shattered, the green-robed cultivator was struck as if by lightning. His face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a large amount of Purple Mansion Dao Blood containing pure magic power and divine soul aura.

A cultivator's natal magic weapon is connected to their lifeblood and soul; once destroyed, the backlash is extremely severe. At best, it causes a significant drop in cultivation and damage to the soul; at worst, it leads to the complete collapse of the Dao foundation, resulting in death and the dissipation of one's Dao.

The green-robed cultivator's aura suddenly weakened, and his figure swayed precariously in the air. The look in his eyes as he looked at Zuo Qingqiu had changed from initial contempt and violence to unparalleled horror and fear.

What kind of tactic is this?!

There was no sword light, no sword energy, no trace of any sword techniques he was familiar with. He couldn't even clearly see if the opponent's sword had actually been drawn. His own magical artifact had been inexplicably neutralized and destroyed?!

"Senior Brother..." The green-robed cultivator barely managed to steady himself, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage and madness. "She...she destroyed my Green Bamboo Sword! My natal magic weapon!"

He cultivated the "Azure Wood Sword Technique," and most of his combat power was tied to this Azure Bamboo Sword Formation. Now that the sword is destroyed, he has lost most of his combat power. How could he not hate it?

"Don't be impulsive." The red-robed cultivator was also in turmoil, but being older, he was more cautious and shouted sharply to stop him.

The woman's methods were too bizarre, completely beyond their comprehension.

He felt a vague unease.

But the green-robed cultivator was clearly blinded by rage and wouldn't listen to any advice. He roared, "What are you hesitating for? Activate your Dharma Form! Crush her to death! I refuse to believe that her strange methods can break through the defenses of the Purple Mansion Dharma Form!"

Before he could finish speaking, the green-robed cultivator disregarded his injuries and forcefully activated the remaining magical power within his body, forming hand seals and uttering difficult and strange syllables.

"Buzz—!"

The wood-attribute spiritual energy between heaven and earth converged wildly.

Behind him, the void twisted, and an enormous figure materialized rapidly from the void.

It was a colossal Dharma image, over two hundred feet tall.

The entire body is made of dark green wood that looks like an ancient tree, with a trunk as thick as a mountain and a surface covered with mysterious wood grain and entwined vines.

The head of the Dharma image is not a human head, but a huge, lush, and overgrown tree canopy, with countless branches and leaves spreading out. Each leaf shimmers with a green luster, containing surging vitality and an equally terrifying aura of withered death.

Beneath the Dharma Image's feet were countless thick, dragon-like tree roots that pierced deep into the void, as if drawing power from the endless earth.

Although this Purple Mansion Dharma Image was only a phantom, it already carried a trace of the divine charm of the Great Dao of Horned Wood. Standing between heaven and earth, it exuded a majestic pressure, forcing the surrounding rain curtain to retreat dozens of feet.

Seeing this, the red-robed cultivator knew that things could not be resolved peacefully. He gritted his teeth and followed suit, activating his own Dharma form.

"boom--!"

A scorching and violent aura surged into the sky.

A colossal Dharma image, also over two hundred feet tall, entirely crimson and black, seemingly composed of solidified magma and inextinguishable demonic fire, appeared behind him.

The image of the Buddha is that of a bird with a human body, four wings and six arms.

The bird's head is ferocious, with a hooked beak and two balls of reddish-black flames burning in its eye sockets.

The human body has four wings covered with scales and six muscular arms, each holding a weapon formed from flames—a knife, sword, spear, halberd, axe, or hammer.

The Dharma Image was surrounded by raging demonic flames, scorching and distorting the air, and completely evaporating the rain before it could even get close.

Two towering Buddha statues, each over two hundred feet tall, stood like two divine mountains of flame and giant trees that suddenly rose from the ground in the pitch-black rainy night.

The light they emitted illuminated the sky for dozens of miles around, making the continuous rain curtain bright.

Its magnificent and awe-inspiring power is breathtaking.

Compared to these two colossal Dharma images that stand tall and imposing, the azure figure in mid-air, still holding a sword-wielding posture and no larger than an ordinary person, is as insignificant as a speck of dust, like an ant that can be crushed at will.

The immense pressure was like a tangible wave, crashing against Zuo Qingqiu wave after wave.

The immortal energy field around her rippled slightly, yet remained as steady as a rock.

Rain fell on the two statues, hissing as it turned into billowing white steam that rose upwards, adding to the terrifying aura of a demon god descending to earth.

"You vile woman! You destroyed my magic treasure, die!" The green-robed cultivator's roar came from within the Dharma body, as loud as thunder.

He manipulated the enormous Dharma form, raising a giant hand made of countless intertwined vines, as large as a small mountain, and with the power to crush everything, he slammed it down on Zuo Qingqiu's head.

Before the giant hand even arrived, the terrifying gale had already flattened a large number of trees below.

The red-robed cultivator also activated his own Dharma form, his six arms swinging in unison. Six fiery demonic weapons tore through the sky, sealing off all of Zuo Qingqiu's escape routes from different angles. With the heat and destruction of burning mountains and boiling seas, they crashed down.

Faced with this devastating combined attack, Zuo Qingqiu finally made a move.

Her right hand, which had been resting on the hilt of her sword, seemed to twitch very slightly. The movement was so fast that it was beyond visual perception, as if it were just an illusion.

At the same time, she sighed softly, a sound that strangely pierced through the roar of the Dharma Image and the clamor of the wind and rain, clearly reaching the ears of the two demonic cultivators:

"They've already revealed their Dharma forms so quickly... that means there's nothing to discuss."

"Originally, I wanted to let you live a little longer..."

The moment the words fell—

The green-robed monk's roar abruptly ceased.

The red-robed cultivator's ferocious expression froze on his face.

The two enormous Dharma images, which were attacking the target with overwhelming force, froze simultaneously.

It wasn't that they were blocked or repelled, but rather that time seemed to stand still for them.

next moment--

"Pfft."

"Pfft."

Two extremely faint yet incredibly clear sounds, like sharp blades slicing through flesh, came from the core of the two Dharma images, which was where the two demonic cultivators were hiding.

Immediately afterwards, before the two demonic cultivators could even utter a cry of alarm, a thin line of blood, as fine as a hair, appeared on their own necks without warning, encircling their entire necks.

The bloodline thickened rapidly, oozing dark red blood.

Then--