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

Facing the crimson demonic blade that seemed capable of cleaving the heavens and earth, descending with devastating power...

Zuo Qingqiu remained calm.

Even the hand resting on the hilt of the sword showed no sign of tightening.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze beneath the bamboo hat calmly fixed on the falling giant blade, on the terrifying, three-thousand-foot-tall demon king's image behind it, and on Xia Zhu's dark red vertical pupils burning with madness and determination within the golden skull between the image's brows.

This witch still hasn't grasped reality.

She didn't understand, or rather, none of the Purple Mansion cultivators who had never truly faced a Golden Core True Monarch could truly understand—

The Dharma Form is a "giant weapon" that is regarded as the ultimate manifestation of power in the Purple Mansion Realm, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas, and causing billions of living beings to tremble.

In the eyes of a true Golden Core Master, it is nothing more than a flashy but empty shell.

A target that is powerful enough, yet clumsy, fragile, and full of flaws.

Xia Zhu was able to successfully summon this demon king's avatar and unleash a strike that concentrated the power of the entire sect and surpassed the power of an ordinary Great Perfection Purple Mansion cultivator by three times...

It's not because she's strong enough.

Rather, it's because...

She let the water out.

If she really wanted to make a move, the moment Xia Zhu began to form hand seals and attempt to summon her Dharma form, the "Yin Thunder Power" that had quietly entered the other party's body and lurked deep within her meridians would have instantly erupted, shattering her from the inside out, just like when she dealt with those eight Purple Mansion Demons before.

Three times stronger than an ordinary Purple Mansion Great Perfection cultivator?

In her eyes, he was still no different from a slightly stronger ant.

The Crimson Blood Demon Blade tore through the void, carrying billowing demonic flames, and was already slashing towards his head.

Before the blade even touched her body, the sharp blade intent and violent demonic power had already compressed Zuo Qingqiu's immortal energy field, causing it to slightly indent and emit a faint "crunching" sound, like glass about to shatter.

Just as the blade was less than thirty feet above her head, and the scorching demonic flames were almost licking the edge of her hat—

Zuo Qingqiu finally moved.

She neither drew her sword nor dodged.

He simply lifted his left foot slightly, stepped forward, and took a step.

One step, and you step into the void.

As if supported by invisible steps, her figure moved upwards with effortless grace and ease, as if weightless.

He walked upwards, facing the descending crimson demonic blade.

The movements were slow, even somewhat leisurely.

But the demonic blade that was about to fall, with its terrifying downward momentum, seemed to encounter some invisible and irresistible obstacle the moment she took that step, and suddenly stopped.

It wasn't that it was blocked, but rather that it felt like it had crashed into an absolutely insurmountable transparent wall.

"Buzz—!"

The Crimson Blood Demon Blade emitted a muffled roar, its blade trembled violently, and its demonic flames flickered wildly, attempting to break through the invisible barrier and continue its downward strike.

But it didn't budge.

The blade hovered there, eerily and still, thirty feet above Zuo Qingqiu's head.

It could no longer fall even a fraction.

It was as if that thirty-foot distance was an insurmountable chasm.

Zuo Qingqiu didn't even look up at the blade that was so close to her.

She simply continued to "walk" upwards, her steps steady, as if strolling leisurely.

When she "walked" to a height parallel to the blade of the Crimson Blood Demon Blade, she finally stopped, turned her head slightly, and glanced at the demon blade, which was countless times larger than her.

Then, she stretched out her left hand—

That fair, jade-like hand that always hung casually at her side, never holding a sword.

He gently pinched his index finger and thumb together, making a flower-picking motion.

Facing the enormous blade burning with demonic flames, he lightly "pinched" it in mid-air.

The movements are gentle and freehand, as if they were merely plucking a petal from a branch or scooping a fish from the water.

"Click."

A very faint, yet chillingly clear, crisp sound.

next moment--

"boom!!"

The still Crimson Blood Demon Blade, along with the dozens of demon king arms gripping its hilt behind it, and the towering, three-thousand-foot-tall [Great Asura Demon King] dharma image...

From the inside out, without any warning, a dazzling and violent purple-black lightning burst forth simultaneously!

That wasn't an external lightning attack.

Instead, the most fundamental structure of magic power and blood energy that constitutes the Dharma form and the Demon Blade was forcibly injected with Yin Thunder power far exceeding its tolerance limit by Zuo Qingqiu's gentle "twisting".

This triggered the most thorough and violent energy annihilation reaction.

"What! This is impossible—!"

From within the golden skull between Fa Xiang's brows, Xia Zhu roared in disbelief.

But it was all too late.

The purplish-black lightning, like billions of wildly dancing dragons, instantly covered every inch of the Crimson Blood Demon Blade, and every arm, every inch of skin, and every head of the Demon King's Dharma Image.

"Sizzle—!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Crimson Blood Demon Blade, the ultimate demonic weapon that embodied the last madness and hope of the Earth Luo Sect, melted and vaporized inch by inch in the lightning, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

Next came the demon king's dharma form, which stood three thousand feet tall.

The immense magical power, blood energy, and resentment that constituted the Dharma form, under the ravages of the Yin Thunder, rapidly disintegrated and scattered like ice and snow thrown into a furnace.

The three hideous heads of the Dharma Image roared silently, and its thousand arms waved wildly, trying to dispel the lightning within its body, but all in vain.

Lightning burst forth from within, tearing its massive body into countless crisscrossing, lightning-streaked cracks.

"Bang—!"

Finally, with a deafening roar, the [Great Asura Demon King] dharma form, along with the remaining fragments of the demonic sword in its hand, exploded into countless scattered fragments of light, a mixture of blood and lightning.

Like a grand yet poignant fireworks display.

It illuminated the gloomy sky and also highlighted the blood-red figure below, falling helplessly from the center of the explosion like a kite with a broken string.

It is the true form of Xia Zhu.

The Purple Mansion Dharma Image was forcibly shattered, and Xia Zhu, who was closely connected with its primordial spirit, suffered an unprecedented severe injury.

Even though Zuo Qingqiu deliberately controlled it and did not directly unleash the destructive power on her body, the backlash from the collapse of her Dharma form still felt like thousands of steel knives churning wildly inside her body.

The interior of the Purple Mansion trembled violently, and countless cracks appeared.

The physical body was shattered, and the meridians were broken inch by inch;

Displacement and bleeding of internal organs;

His primordial spirit in the Purple Mansion was in excruciating pain, as if it were being torn apart, and his consciousness began to blur.

"puff--"

While she was in mid-air, she could no longer hold back and spat out several mouthfuls of dark red blood mixed with fragments of her primordial spirit.

His aura plummeted like a deflated balloon, instantly weakening to the point where he couldn't even maintain the most basic ability to fly. He could only fall helplessly and rapidly towards the devastated square below, like a withered leaf.