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

As the last trace of blood essence entered her body, Xia Zhu's aura underwent a dramatic transformation.

Before, although her aura was also cold and sinister, she was still within the realm of "human".

But at this moment, she was just standing there, and a terrifying pressure naturally emanated from her, a pressure that was chilling, mixed with a thick stench of blood, overwhelming resentment, and some kind of violent and chaotic power.

The power of this pressure far surpasses that of an ordinary Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion realm.

Her originally pale and delicate face was now flushed with an eerie red, as if she had drunk the strongest blood wine.

Within its dark red vertical pupils, it seemed as if an endless sea of ​​blood was churning, and countless twisted faces were wailing and struggling within its eyes.

Her long, black, smooth hair moved without wind, and the ends were faintly stained with a layer of blood.

The long dress she was wearing, already as vibrant as blood, seemed to come alive at this moment. The hem moved without wind, and its surface shimmered with a dark red sheen, as if blood were flowing ceaselessly across it.

Xia Zhu looked down at her outstretched hands.

Her palms were fair, and her fingers were long and slender, but at this moment, a faint crimson light flickered at her fingertips.

She didn't look at the empty robes and canes at her feet, nor at the desolate, deserted square.

Her gaze remained fixed on the figure in the blue robe and bamboo hat below the steps from beginning to end.

calm.

Unexpected calm.

It was as if the horrific blood sacrifice that had just devoured tens of thousands of fellow disciples and even the sect's Grand Elder was nothing more than drinking a cup of water and brushing away a speck of dust to her.

She knew this would be the outcome.

Or rather, from the moment she chose to stay, this ending was already written on the stone tablet of her own destiny.

She slowly raised her delicate bare foot and stepped into the void.

In an instant, spiderweb-like black cracks appeared in the space, shattering it like glass.

Step two...

Step 3...

She was climbing a ladder to heaven, each step shattering the void, each step leading to destruction.

As she rose higher, the terrifying aura surrounding her became increasingly condensed and violent.

Dark red demonic light emanated from her body, staining the surroundings with a bloody hue.

She stopped when she reached the same height as the top of the Hall of Ten Thousand Souls.

Then, he slowly raised his hands and formed a sinister and ominous hand seal in front of his chest.

"With my blood, I call your name..."

"With the souls of all living beings, I forge your body..."

"Offer sacrifices to Jambudvipa, please..."

"The Great Asura Demon King...has descended upon the world!"

Her voice was tragic and fervent, piercing the sky, carrying a kind of madness and determination that burned everything away.

"boom--!!"

An indescribable roar, as if the heavens and earth were created, exploded on the top of Yanfu Mountain.

Behind Xia Zhu, the void seemed to be ripped open by an invisible giant hand, leaving a jet-black rift thousands of feet long.

The edges of the crack were stained with crimson flames like molten gold, as if the heavens had been ripped open with a bleeding wound.

Within the rift lies not emptiness, but a scene of the Asura demon realm, churning with endless seas of blood, piled high with countless white bones, and echoing with eternal wails.

Endless, pure, and extremely potent blood demonic energy surged forth from the crack like a burst dam, frantically pouring into Xia Zhu's body.

Under this terrifying infusion of energy, her body glowed intensely—

No, it's burning violently.

The crimson-black demonic flames engulfed her, the temperature at the heart of the flames so high that it distorted and melted the space itself, resembling a demonic shadow that devoured the heavens and the earth.

Then, the demonic shadow began to expand in a chilling manner.

Its body rapidly grew larger and taller, like an inflating balloon.

Ten zhang... one hundred zhang... five hundred zhang... one thousand zhang...

Finally, when all the changes ceased, a terrifying demonic figure, towering three thousand feet tall, stood majestically between heaven and earth.

What an imposing image it was...

Its entire body is a dark, reddish-black color, like congealed blood. Its skin surface is covered with complex and eerie demonic patterns, as if it were cast from the hardest demonic iron, yet it has the texture of flesh and blood.

The Dharmakaya has three heads.

The front shows Xia Zhu's original face, which was stunningly beautiful yet filled with icy killing intent, only magnified countless times, with a scarlet vertical mark between her eyebrows, and inside the mark is a supreme divine eye that slowly rotates.

The left side of the head is a hideous and furious demon face, with exposed fangs and bloodshot eyes;

The right side of the head is the face of a compassionate bodhisattva, solemn and dignified, but with tears of blood flowing from its eyes.

Below the neck of the Buddha image are not ordinary arms, but a dense array of a thousand arms, layer upon layer.

Each arm was bulging with muscles, brimming with explosive power, wrapped in black demonic chains, and with fingertips as sharp as hooks.

On the head of the Dharma image was a ferocious lotus and elephant crown inlaid with countless skulls of different sizes and expressions. In the center of the crown was an especially huge golden skull, with ghostly green soul fire burning in its eye sockets.

At the center of the Dharma Image's thousand arms, the most core hundreds of arms collectively hold a giant weapon.

It was a massive demonic sword, its length even exceeding the height of the Demon King's own form, its entire body crimson like blood, as if forged from a mixture of hellish lava and the blood of billions of living beings.

The blade was as wide as a door panel, and its spine was as thick as a mountain. Dark red flames of destruction flowed from the edge of the blade. The mere natural emanation of the blade's intent cut countless fine black cracks into the surrounding space.

At the end of the hilt is embedded a huge heart that beats continuously, as if it were still throbbing. Each beat causes the surrounding void to tremble.

The Demon King's Dharma Form, three thousand feet tall.

The oppressive aura emanating from this Dharma image cannot be simply measured by the term "Great Perfection of the Purple Palace".

That's three times that of an ordinary cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion realm, or even more.

Just by standing there, the aura it exuded made the remaining rock buildings below tremble, as if they were about to collapse completely at any moment.

Even the gray-black miasma that had shrouded Mount Yanfu for tens of thousands of years was mostly dispersed by this magnificent demonic power, revealing the gloomy yet vast starry sky behind it.

Starlight fell upon the Demon King's Dharma form, only to be swallowed, distorted, and refracted into an eerie dark red glow, as if all the stars in the heavens were crowning Xia Zhu.

rainwater?

It was completely evaporated the moment the Dharma appeared in the world.

Xia Zhu's true form is hidden inside the golden skull between the eyebrows of this [Great Asura Demon King] dharma image.

Her voice, amplified and demonized by the Dharma form, became majestic, cold, and metallic, like the pronouncements of the celestial gods, echoing and reverberating between heaven and earth.

"Xia Zhu, a disciple of the Di Luo Sect, begs the True Lord to die!"

The instant the last word "death" was uttered.

"Clang!"

The crimson demonic blade, nearly four thousand feet long and seemingly capable of splitting the heavens and earth, was slowly lifted by the thousand arms of the [Great Asura Demon King] dharma form exerting force simultaneously.

The movements, though seemingly slow, stirred the very energy of the entire world.

Wherever the blade struck, space groaned under its strain, leaving a deep black trail as it was plowed through.

Then--

cut!

There are no fancy techniques, no complicated variations.

Only the purest, most violent, and most extreme power can be released.

The Crimson Blood Demon Blade tore through the sky, carrying the terrifying power to cleave mountains and rivers, split oceans, and shatter the void, as it slashed down at the still tiny, dust-like azure figure below.

Before the blade even arrived, its extremely sharp blade intent and violent demonic power had already forced the ground within hundreds of feet of Zuo Qingqiu to sink several feet.

The rubble turned into dust, and the air was displaced, creating a vacuum zone.

This strike embodied all of Xia Zhu's energy and spirit after summoning the Demon King's Dharma form.

That was the strongest blow she had ever delivered in her life!

This strike will slay even the gods!