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

At the same time that the seven Dharma images appeared, the pink-clad female cultivator standing to the left of the throne let out a delicate shout, and her figure transformed into a pink streak of light, flying over the huge pyramid formation composed of tens of thousands of Qi Refining disciples and hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Her hands moved rapidly, casting mysterious pink hand seals, while she chanted ancient and eerie incantations.

"All sect members, heed my command! Form the [Ten Thousand Demons Returning to the Flow Formation]!"

With her final, fierce shout, all the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators in the massive formation below simultaneously bit their tongues and spat out a mouthful of blood mist containing essence and magic power.

The blood mist rose and was quickly absorbed and devoured by the array power activated by the female cultivator in the pink dress.

"Buzz—!"

A massive array of light, over a thousand feet in diameter and composed of countless blood-red runes, suddenly lit up above the square formation.

The crimson light curtain was blinding, exuding an intensely rich stench of blood and an evil sacrificial power.

The auras of all Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators visibly weakened, their faces turned pale, and they swayed precariously.

However, the essence and magic power they spat out were frantically gathered into the flat abdomen of the pink-skirted female cultivator through the formation.

"roar--!"

The woman in the pink dress let out a roar that was inhuman, filled with pain and rage.

At the same time, her aura surged wildly, as if she had been propelled by a rocket.

Mid-stage Purple Mansion... Peak Mid-stage Purple Mansion... Late-stage Purple Mansion... Peak Late-stage Purple Mansion...

Ultimately, he broke through a certain limit and reached the level of the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion.

Although this realm, forcibly elevated by the external force of the formation, is unstable and has a limited duration, the pressure it unleashes at this moment is real and not fake, even more terrifying than the seven Dharma forms combined.

Behind her, the void twisted, and a majestic Dharma image, thousands of feet tall and almost touching the clouds above, slowly condensed.

This statue is entirely bronze in color, as if it were cast from some kind of divine bronze. It has four faces, each displaying one of the four extreme expressions: joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, making it incredibly eerie.

Faxiang has eight arms, each holding a bronze bell, drum, cymbals, and other ritual implements. His body is surrounded by countless strange phenomena of flowers blooming and then withering in an instant.

Eight demon god images.

Seven statues are over four hundred feet tall, and one statue is over a thousand feet tall.

Like eight ancient demonic mountains, they stand tall between heaven and earth.

Their intertwined magical light illuminated the entire summit of Yanfu Mountain, creating a bizarre and fantastical scene, as if an endless demonic realm had descended upon the human world.

The immense pressure, like a tangible tsunami, swept across all directions, causing even the surrounding space to groan under its strain, with spatial barriers constantly tearing and healing.

The rainwater had long since evaporated, leaving only scorching heat and an evil aura churning within.

Surrounded by these eight towering, mythical supreme demon gods, Zuo Qingqiu, standing on the black stone plaza, holding a plain iron and blue steel sword and wearing a bamboo hat, was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

The visual contrast is so strong it's almost suffocating.

However, the surrounding "dust" seemed completely unaware.

She even had the leisure to gently stroke the rough blade of the steel sword in her hand with two fingers, as if checking whether the weapon, worth two ounces of black copper, had been chipped when she split open the copper door earlier.

Then, she slightly raised her head and gently lifted the edge of her hat with her free hand, revealing a pair of eyes that had been hidden in the shadows.

Those eyes were clear, calm, and deep, reflecting the dazzling demonic light of the eight demon god avatars around them, yet they showed no fear, panic, or even the slightest ripple.

To her, the earth-shattering spectacle before her was nothing more than a clumsy and noisy circus performance.

"This welcoming ceremony," she began, her voice still calm and detached, yet clearly piercing through the clamor of the wind and rain and the roar of the demonic avatar, reaching everyone's ears, "is truly... grand."

She paused, a faint yet icy smile curving her lips.

"I appreciate your kindness."

"Now……"

Her gaze ignored the eight demon god images and landed directly on the red-clad witch on the throne behind her, as well as the old man beside her.

"...Please lend me your heads."

The moment the words fell—

Time seemed to have been paused.

The eight demonic figures, who were either preparing a thunderous strike, raising their demonic weapons, or opening their enormous mouths, all froze in motion.

It's not that we're being blocked, it's not that we're being imprisoned.

Rather, it is a more bizarre and incomprehensible state.

next moment--

"Pfft—" "Pfft—" "Pfft—"...

A series of extremely faint, yet incredibly dense, sounds of sharp blades cutting through flesh came almost simultaneously from the core of the eight Dharma images, the very place where the eight Purple Mansion Demon Lords were hiding.

The sound was very soft, almost inaudible amidst the roar of the Dharma imagery and the clamor of the wind and rain.

But everyone who witnessed what happened next felt their hearts stop beating, as if gripped tightly by an icy hand.

They saw—

Those seven mid-stage Purple Mansion demons floating in the air, and that pink-clad female cultivator who forcibly reached the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion realm using an array...

Without warning, a thin line of blood, as fine as a hair, appeared on their necks at the same time, encircling their entire necks.

The bloodline rapidly thickened, oozing dark red, almost black, demonic blood.

Then--

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

It wasn't eight sounds, but rather a dull and violent roar that seemed to be countless sounds superimposed together.

Eight extremely violent bolts of lightning suddenly erupted from the eight bloody streaks.

The purplish-black electric snakes surged wildly, instantly burrowing into their neck wounds. Then, like the most greedy gluttons, they spread, ravaged, and exploded wildly towards their heads, chests, limbs, and even the location of their primordial spirits.

"Click, click, click..."

Bones turned to dust, internal organs were pulverized into minced meat, meridians were severed inch by inch, and the primordial spirit of the Purple Mansion was torn apart and annihilated...

The eight Purple Mansion Demon Lords didn't even have time to change their expressions before they were instantly annihilated by this strange and violent power of thunder.

Eight headless corpses, mangled, charred, and smoking, their original forms barely recognizable, plummeted from their former lofty positions like broken dolls.

"Bang." "Bang." "Bang."...

Heavy thuds echoed one after another, particularly jarring in the deathly silent square.

In particular, the corpse of the female cultivator in the pink dress landed squarely in the center of the massive pyramid formation composed of Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"ah--!"

After a brief silence came terrified screams and desperate cries, like a volcanic eruption.

The corpse of the female cultivator in the pink dress fell from a height of a thousand feet, like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashing into a terrifying crater more than ten feet in diameter and several feet deep in the dense crowd.

Scattered limbs and torsos, mixed with charred bits of flesh and entrails, were everywhere.

At least a hundred unlucky Qi-refining demon cultivators met their demise on the spot from this blow.

Many more people were thrown into the air by the shockwave, suffering broken bones and vomiting blood.

The smell of blood, the smell of burning, and the indescribable, extreme fear of unknown death spread wildly among the crowd like a plague.

What did they see?

In their eyes, the elders and leaders, as eternal and immortal as ancient divine mountains, high above and wielding the power of life and death... those eight towering Purple Mansion Dharma Images, exuding world-destroying power...

It didn't even last three breaths.

I didn't even see how the other party made their move.

Just like that... inexplicably, bloodstains appeared on my neck, then lightning exploded inside my body, and then...

died?