I am Guhuoniao, not an umbrella demon, please do not disturb me.

Faced with Luo Tian's overwhelming pressure, the young man's expression remained unchanged, even carrying a hint of mockery. He wasn't a member of the Fate Sect, but rather the Heavenly Sect. His purpose in coming here was simple: to deliver a message to his Heavenly Sect's leader.

Luo Tian remained silent, then struck out with his palm, blasting the Heavenly Sect disciple away. The disciple flew off the cliff, his fate unknown.

The message from the leader of the Heavenly Cult was simple: hand over the Divine Phoenix to the Heavenly Cult within ten days, or the Fate Cult would have no reason to exist.

These words were incredibly arrogant, and many of them were blatant insults to Luo Tian.

In fact, Luo Tian was overthinking it. When the leader of the Heavenly Cult wrote this letter, he didn't mean much by it, because he didn't take Luo Tian seriously at all. Sending someone to deliver this communication talisman was already giving Luo Tian a lot of face.

"Master, what should we do?" the tall, thin vice-master asked anxiously.

They were cooperating well with the Heavenly Cult before, so why did these people change their minds so suddenly?

No one present doubted whether the message was real or fake. Given the way the Heavenly Cult operated, they were capable of anything. Even if they hadn't sent a message, they might suddenly launch a massive attack and wipe out the Heavenly Cult.

"Damn it."

Luo Tian could no longer maintain his previous composure and confidence; that standard smile, which initially appeared kind but later became chilling, also disappeared.

"Delay it, delay it for as long as possible, until I reach Mahayana..."

As soon as he finished speaking, demonic power surged into the sky outside.

"Kneel down before me!"

A wild voice came from outside. Luo Tian instantly appeared outside and saw a great demon with red hair and pointed ears standing between heaven and earth. He laughed loudly and smashed his fist down from the sky. The rolling demonic power formed a roaring lion, which smashed the gate of West Mountain to pieces. More than ten disciples of the Ming Sect were annihilated by this punch as soon as they flew into the air.

Shuten-dōji was like a demon descending to earth; with each move, hundreds of Xishan disciples vanished into thin air.

"That's it? Nobody's in the Western Hills?"

Boom!

A mountain was blown to pieces.

The combination of Shuten-dōji's Demon Fist and the Demon Sword Technique makes him so powerful that it's breathtaking.

But soon, a huge cauldron appeared in the sky and crashed down on Shuten-dōji. It grew larger and larger as it fell, and when it landed above Shuten-dōji's head, it was already more than 100 meters high.

An old man with white hair and beard, wearing a gray robe and a bald head, kept chanting incantations, and suddenly pressed down with both hands amidst the seven-colored flowing light.

"evil creature!"

Below, the hundred-meter-tall cauldron grew even larger, and its descent speed increased dramatically.

This old man was one of the three vice leaders, possessing the strength of the Void Refinement stage.

Enveloped within the giant cauldron, Shuten-dōji showed no fear whatsoever, even revealing a cold smile on his face.

Countless disciples of West Mountain looked up as the mountain-attacking demon was enveloped in the sky, and their hearts relaxed considerably. No matter how terrifying or powerful this demon was, how could it have any problems with the Vice Sect Leader's intervention? They didn't believe it could escape like this.

To be honest, when Shuten-dōji attacked the mountain, his demonic appearance was incredibly ferocious and terrifying, which frightened many people.

The sight of a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart with a single punch, and a dozen fellow disciples banding together to attack only to be killed by the same punch, was particularly chilling.

The joy lasted only a few minutes before the vice-leader suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

Several muffled thuds came from inside the hundred-meter-tall cauldron, as if someone was punching it from the inside. The next instant, the cauldron suddenly exploded from the inside, splitting into two halves along a barely perceptible crack.

The vice-leader coughed up another mouthful of blood; the broken magic weapon had a severe backlash on him.

Shuten-dōji reappeared, his large gourd, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, flew out and knocked the bald old man away, breaking countless bones in his body.

"You think you can catch me with such petty tricks?"

With his arms crossed, Shuten-dōji, in his Demon King form, was indeed terrifying, with fierce eyes and billowing black energy surrounding him.

The disciples of Xishan below were in chaos. No one expected that a powerful figure at the level of a vice sect leader would make a move, and as a result, they were severely injured by this great demon in just one round.

Luo Tian narrowed his eyes and casually waved his hand. A golden stream of light formed from pure faith power flew towards Shuten-dōji at an extremely fast speed, arriving in front of Shuten-dōji in the blink of an eye.

Shuten was still slaughtering the Xishan disciples below with punch after punch, like killing insects. When the golden light arrived, his body felt like it was being pricked by needles, and his scalp tingled. The simple stream of light was several times more dangerous than the giant cauldron that had brought him earlier.

The surging demonic power was drained, and he unleashed a full-force demonic fist.

The demonic power and the golden light collided and exploded.

Shuten-dōji did not linger in the fight and quickly left. Just as he left his spot, a large, multicolored hand reached out to grab the place where he had just been standing.

"How dare the demon race invade my Western Mountain! You're courting death!"

The tall, thin old Taoist priest appeared behind Shuten-dōji with his hands behind his back and stomped down.

Shuten laughed wildly, his powerful body slipping as easily as an eel as he dodged the old man's attack.

He was responsible for containing the main forces of Xishan, Liu Changsheng was responsible for launching sneak attacks and sabotage from behind, and Ibaraki was responsible for finding Bai Qingyu.

"My name is Shuten-dōji, remember that!"

With a shout, Shuten-dōji unleashed a black sword beam that illuminated the heavens and earth. Accompanied by a bolt of dark lightning, the sword struck the central square of West Mountain, and hundreds of disciples vanished from the world before they could even utter a scream.

Even more audacious than Shuten-dōji, Changsheng directly stormed into the interior of Xishan.

The sacred barrier that Xishan was so proud of seemed to exist without any trace.

At the same time, Ibaraki blocked Roche's path.

Volume 1: Chapter 222 Shuten-dōji Battles the Western Hills

"Ibaraki?"

The moment Bai Qingyu saw Ibaraki appear, he understood everything. Could it be that the demons surrounding Xizhou were brought by Shuten-dōji? In just one year, this guy has already gained so many followers?

Looking back towards West Mountain, even from such a distance, she could feel strong fluctuations emanating from there. A fierce battle was taking place on West Mountain, and both sides were quite powerful. Bai Qingyu imbued her consciousness into her faith power, and the situation on West Mountain came into view.

A year later, she finally saw Shuten-dōji again.

In just one year, Shuten-dōji has undergone tremendous changes, especially the terrifying aura emanating from him, which is even surpassing that of his aunt.

A single demon faced off against the entire West Mountain without being at a disadvantage. At least in terms of momentum, Shuten-dōji was not at a disadvantage. The demon stood in the sky, and countless West Mountain disciples below trembled with fear. Apart from the sect leader and the level of the protectors, no one dared to fly into the sky and fight Shuten-dōji to the death to defend the dignity of West Mountain.

The prestigious Xishan Ming Sect was blocked at its gate by a demon.

Not only Shuten-dōji in the sky, Bai Qingyu's gaze swept around and he also saw Liu Changsheng slaughtering ordinary disciples in the mountains.

It can indeed be described as a massacre. Countless cultivators and elders of the Western Mountain Sect were present below, but not one of them could stop Liu Changsheng from even a single sword strike.

Often, a single sword strike could kill dozens or even hundreds of people. Amidst the earth-shattering collapses, the jade plaza was smashed to pieces, and pavilions and grand halls crumbled one after another.

Liu Changsheng flew in the sky, not even needing to aim, he could easily kill a large number of Ming Sect cultivators by randomly swinging his sword. Even if he couldn't kill many, he could still smash all the Ming Sect's buildings, and the collapsing pavilions could crush many disciples to death.

The scene was chaotic, filled with howls and the cries of swords.

With the top-tier strength of the Fate Sect being held back by Shuten-dōji, their reaction was quite swift. In less than half a minute, a vice sect leader blocked Changsheng's path and attacked without hesitation. However, in that half minute, a Void Refinement expert unleashed his full power, causing immeasurable losses to the Fate Sect.

"I thought I would have to wait another two years."

"Your sect is really bold, isn't that right, High Priest!"

Bai Qingyu slammed her small fist to the side, and the surge of demonic power stirred up countless forces of faith around her.

The ground beneath her feet suddenly cracked open, and the demonic power she unleashed with her punch, combined with the power of faith, formed a streak of light that shot outwards. Wherever the light passed, the land below was plowed up layer by layer, and the soil churned up.

The high priest was on his way to help in the western mountains when Bai Qingyu's little fist arrived.

The staff appeared in his hand and he pointed forward, causing ripples in the air like water. A semi-transparent barrier was erected in front of him, blocking all the demonic power that Bai Qingyu's small fist was about to unleash.

Logically speaking, Bai Qingyu is at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, while she is at the late stage of the Void Refinement realm, a whole major realm higher than Bai Qingyu. She should be able to crush Bai Qingyu.

In reality, even the High Priest struggled to block Bai Qingyu's casual punch. Cracks appeared in the barrier, and she herself was forced back two steps by the force.

The light vanished, and Bai Qingyu appeared before the High Priest with a mocking smile on her face.

"I'm telling you, your theory just now was complete nonsense. Do you have a problem with that?"

With a firm step, Bai Qingyu unleashed a powerful punch, slamming his fists into the High Priest's barrier. The terrifying force, combined with the power of faith, shattered the barrier into pieces.

A hint of disbelief flashed in the High Priest's eyes; in her perception, Bai Qingyu was merely a Nascent Soul cultivator.

A black phantom appeared behind the High Priestess, striking the same pose as Bai Qingyu, and delivered a full-force punch to her back. The High Priestess sensed something was wrong; she slammed her staff into the ground, unleashing a spiral of multicolored light that was terrifyingly powerful, but unfortunately, she was facing Bai Qingyu.

Trying to use the power of faith in front of Bai Qingyu is no different from showing off one's limited skills before an expert.

The seven-colored light was suppressed by more than half its power as soon as it spread.

In other words, the high priest himself was strong enough that he gritted his teeth and unleashed a second burst of power to send the phantom flying.

One phantom disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, three more figures appeared, in front, behind, left, right, and above.

Bai Qingyu's true form was directly in front of the High Priest.

"Watch closely, this is how the power of faith is used."

Bai Qingyu's entire body became transparent for a moment, and under the shroud of the power of faith, she seemed to transform into a colorful little person. The next instant, she returned to normal, and all the colorful power in her body was drained, forming the shape of a wooden umbrella.

"Sa!"

The faith power mobilized by Bai Qingyu was compressed to its limit. After being thrown at the High Priest, this faith power had an outlet and shot towards the High Priest all at once. To make matters worse, the three black phantoms had already arrived.

The high priest's eyes showed a hint of panic. At the critical moment, he raised his hands high, and a strange power descended from the sky, landing on the high priest and dispersing the phantoms attacking from three sides. However, Bai Qingyu, who was directly in front of him, was too strong. This strange power only weakened Bai Qingyu's faith light by a little.

"May the gods bless me!" Only then did the high priest finish his shout.

"I am God!" An umbrella pierced through the high priest's body, and Bai Qingyu, squinting, whipped the high priest away with a kick.

Wearing a skirt and whipping her legs, only Bai Qingyu would do that.

Because at their level, close combat is practically nonexistent. They either unleash spells and magical artifacts from a distance, or engage in ranged swordplay and sword techniques. Even in close combat, the fairies' moves are elegant and flashy, lacking the visceral impact of Bai Qingyu's punches.

With one kick, the black feather dress instantly turned into a slit dress, but fortunately, it was originally Bai Qingyu's feather dress, and it returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

Under Bai Qingyu's power, the High Priest was almost spiraled backward. In mid-air, the strange power around her body erupted a second time, sweeping away everything around her. As she retreated, it could be seen that all the places affected by her power disappeared.

A huge crater, nearly 100 meters deep and 500 meters long, appeared on the ground.

Having barely managed to steady himself, the high priest turned his head back, which had been twisted 180 degrees, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He had a penetrating wound on his body, and half of his face was swollen up.

Despite being far stronger than Bai Qingyu, she was unilaterally and brutally defeated by Bai Qingyu in just a few exchanges. This was mainly because the High Priest's abilities primarily came from the faith of the people of Xizhou, and her attack methods were very different from those of cultivators outside.

Unfortunately, the power of faith is the least effective thing when it comes to Bai Qingyu.

The High Priest's power was weakened by nearly half, while Bai Qingyu's strength increased by more than 40%.

"Don't go to Xishan. Let my children have some fun."