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

They were shocked by Luo Tian's strength, and also shocked by Shuten-dōji's strength.

It's quite remarkable that Shuten-dōji, a peak Void Refinement cultivator, dared to go head-to-head with Luo Tian, ​​a half-step Mahayana cultivator, and was able to hold on.

The higher the cultivation level, the greater the gap becomes. What may seem like just a difference of one major realm can actually be so vast that it can lead to despair. To put it dramatically, it's like the difference between the bright moon and a firefly.

It was clear that the black aura was gradually weakening, and the giant golden hand was reduced to less than half its original size, but it still firmly held the upper hand.

The gap in strength is too great. Although Luo Tian's amplification was cut off by Bai Qingyu, the gap in realm is not so easy to bridge. The fact that Shuten-dōji has been able to hold on until now shows that he has outstanding talent.

Seeing that Shuten-dōji could still hold on, Luo Tian was quite surprised. He gripped his left wrist with his right hand and clenched his old teeth tightly.

The skin on his left hand was melting away, slowly revealing its original form: a golden hand formed from pure faith power. Not only the hand, but the clothes on his left arm had also disappeared, revealing his entire arm in the same state.

As his power continued to increase, the smile on Luo Tian's face gradually became more and more maniacal.

Suddenly, his right hand, which was gripping his left hand, seemed to be hit hard. With a "poof," half of his hand was blown off, and a burst of blood mist erupted from his wrist. His once full arm immediately withered considerably.

This is the effect that Shuten-dōji's power had on him.

Despite losing an arm, his giant golden hand successfully grasped Shuten-dōji in its palm.

Actually, Luo Tian is the one who has lost so far.

All the sects in the world were watching this battle through various means. Luo Tian, ​​a veteran top expert who had been famous for hundreds of years, was unable to defeat the rising star, the Lord of Nanshan, for a time. He tried his best to suppress him and even lost an arm.

Some sighed, some laughed; Luo Tian had become a laughing stock for the whole world.

Even though it was a direct confrontation, he managed to grab Shuten-dōji in the palm of his hand, yet the world's opinion of Shuten-dōji far surpassed that of him.

Shuten-dōji is a demon, and is disliked by some people.

However, these people have to admit that Shuten-dōji is really strong, and his talent is also very strong.

The image of that red-haired, pointy-eared demon was firmly etched in the minds of all the cultivators who witnessed the battle.

At this point, they still didn't take Shuten-dōji very seriously, because no matter how well he performed, he was going to die anyway.

Even if Luo Tian loses his head, he's still a half-step Mahayana cultivator.

This is the ending they most wanted to see; it provided them with amusement, and it also allowed them to kill a powerful demon with unparalleled talent.

Shuten-dōji is so strong, they certainly don't want him to get out alive.

While people might verbally mock Luo Tian's antics, they inevitably find themselves thinking about it.

If I were to switch places with Luo Tian, ​​would I really be able to do better than Luo Tian?

Below, Changsheng severed the arm of the vice sect leader with a single slash. Just as he was about to deliver the finishing blow, he looked up and saw Shuten-dōji being held in the palm of a hand in the sky.

"The Demon Sword," Changsheng whispered.

As soon as the words left his mouth, a sweet female voice echoed in his mind.

"I'm here."

"Absorb my life force, and we'll go save people."

"okay!"

Several black chains suddenly appeared at the hilt of the demonic sword, binding Liu Changsheng's hands. Then, like two worms burrowing into the ground and emerging from it, they pierced through Changsheng's arms, spreading all the way to his shoulders, and finally piercing his shoulder blades.

hum!

A dark red aura continuously surged from the ground, forming a dark red vortex beneath Liu Changsheng's feet. The vortex shot straight into the sky, its area expanding continuously until it reached hundreds of meters in length, eventually forming a blood-red tornado connecting heaven and earth.

Such a murderous aura was mostly left behind by the thousand Xishan disciples that Liu Changsheng killed.

The sky over the Western Hills was dyed blood red.

The sudden turn of events drew the attention of everyone present, including the sects who were watching the spectacle.

The powerful being lowered his eyes, his calm gaze widening instantly upon seeing the blood-red vortex and Liu Changsheng in the center of it.

This scene evoked memories that many people would rather forget.

"The Demon Sword..."

Someone murmured something and unconsciously stood up from the prayer mat.

No one would have imagined that a battle to save the so-called "aunt" would even involve the Demon Sword.

The seven-colored streams of light attacked the blood-red vortex, but their power seemed utterly laughable in the face of it.

Luo Tian frowned, exerting force with his left hand, but he couldn't crush Shuten-dōji in his giant palm.

He squeezed Shuten's bones until they cracked, and Shuten coughed up blood, but no matter how much force he used, even if he tried to crush his old teeth, he just couldn't kill him.

Clang!

A streak of blood-red blade light flashed like lightning, and the enormous golden hand was shattered by this single sword strike.

To be precise, it wasn't shattered. The crimson blade light disappeared quickly after striking the golden palm, but the blood energy continued to spread within the golden palm, and in the blink of an eye, the golden palm was corrupted and eroded, turning blood red.

The golden hand had become like this. Shuten suddenly exerted his strength and shattered the golden hand from the inside.

Amidst the scattering of stardust, Luo Tian coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"This, how is this possible..."

Shuten was panting heavily, covered in blood. After being dragged along for so long and being treated like a puppet, his breath was already weak.

"Thanks, brother. This old guy is really capable; he's the toughest enemy we've encountered so far. But damn, this is really awesome, hahaha...cough cough." Shuten wanted to laugh out loud, but after only two laughs, he couldn't help but cough.

No matter how much you mock Luo Tian, ​​it's undeniable that he is indeed very strong.

Shuten-dōji's style of doing things has always been to become stronger when faced with a stronger opponent.

Liu Changsheng held a longsword in one hand. He was also shirtless. His body was not as strong and muscular as Shuten-dōji's. He was lean and muscular, with a well-proportioned and perfect figure, full of explosive power.

Pierced through the body by the black chains of the demonic sword, with mysterious black patterns appearing on his body, Liu Changsheng seemed to feel no pain. He quietly surveyed his surroundings, his gaze finally settling on Luo Tian.

"I still have to thank Auntie, otherwise we probably would have really died," Shuten said with a laugh as he recovered from his injuries.

After fighting for so long, it's finally become clear that those bastards from Xishan can strengthen themselves by absorbing the power of faith. Xishan is their main battlefield, so in theory, their strength should have greatly improved. However, this power of faith has been cut off, resulting in all Xishan cultivators, including the sect leader Luo Tian, ​​not receiving any boost.

It goes without saying who cut off this power; it must be the aunt they regarded as the Divine Phoenix.

"Be careful, Xishan's strength is not limited to this."

Liu Changsheng killed an elder who attempted a sneak attack with a single sword strike.

“There are at least three Nascent Soul stage cultivators in Xishan. The High Priest is being held back by my aunt, and there is still one person who has not yet appeared.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden fist descended from the sky. Liu Changsheng calmly swung his sword and cut the golden fist in two.

An old man in a gray robe walked through the air, his hair and beard all white, exuding a powerful aura.

According to intelligence, there is a Supreme Elder in Xishan, and now this person has appeared.

"Heh, what perfect timing! Why did you have to come at this time of year?" Shuten-dōji was still full of fighting spirit.

To make matters worse, it wasn't just this Supreme Elder who was hiding; an old woman dressed as a priestess, carrying a staff, also appeared with him.

The old woman's strength was not quite at the Nascent Soul stage, but she was at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, just like Shuten-dōji.

Surrounded from all sides, it looked like Shuten-dōji and Chōshō were about to be besieged.

Just then, a clear shout suddenly came from the sky, and a golden light flew rapidly from the sky.

The golden light shone on the earth, and the crimson vortex melted away by half under its illumination, while the crimson sky was also diluted considerably.

Holding a celestial sword, Dongqing descended from the sky.

The old priest raised his hand to isolate the seven-colored barrier from the battlefield, but it was shattered by Dongqing's sword.

When the power of faith encountered Holly's Heavenly Sword, it had the same effect as the Demonic Sword of Immortality: it melted away as quickly as ice and snow, not even daring to be defiant.

The forces are mutually restraining; the power of the Heavenly Sword and the Demonic Sword is far too great, completely incomparable to the power of faith from Xishan.

If Bai Qingyu had helped organize the faith from beginning to end, the power of faith might still have a chance to fight back. But now, the power of faith is as fragile as paper.

Holly's appearance was far less shocking than that of Shuten-dōji and Chōshō.

However, her appearance also shocked the spectators.

The birth of a demonic sword was not enough; now a celestial sword has arrived.

The Heavenly Sword and the Demonic Sword are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining; when both swords are unleashed together, chaos ensues. This is something they all know.

Since ancient times, good and evil have been irreconcilable. Normally, the appearance of the Heavenly Sword at this moment should be to cause trouble for the Demon Sword. Then everyone saw Dong Qing, who wields the Heavenly Sword, and Chang Sheng, who wields the Demon Sword, standing on the same side...

Everyone was stunned; they had never seen anything like it before.

The Heavenly Sword and the Demonic Sword have joined forces, a feat unprecedented in history.

And now, this first example has appeared...

“I told you I would come,” Dongqing said, staring at the old priest.

This was said to Changsheng.

Everyone complains that she's not strong enough and has a naive personality. Today, let them see that Bai Dongqing is also a genius!

It was promised that he would become a Nascent Soul cultivator in three months, but it only took him a short month.

"Be careful not to get hurt. Aunt is down there, she's alright for now." Changsheng said, and instantly attacked the three vice leaders.

Facing three opponents alone, each of the three vice sect leaders was stronger than Changsheng. However, Changsheng was not afraid at all, and his momentum even surpassed that of the three. He struck one sword after another, and the three sect leaders could only join forces to resist. They were actually at a disadvantage in the first exchange.

Changsheng and Shuten-dōji's performances were already amazing, and now there's another one, Tianjian.

The spectators didn't actually think highly of Changsheng and his group.

The reason is simple: the difference in strength is too great.

The Fate Sect has too many powerful figures: Luo Tian is at the half-step Mahayana stage, the Supreme Elder is at the early stage of the Integration stage, the Vice Sect Leader Luo Wen is at the early stage of the Integration stage, and there are three others at the peak of the Void Refinement stage. On the other hand, on the Shuten-dōji side, both Shuten-dōji and Changsheng are at the Void Refinement stage, and the newly arrived Tianjian is only at the Nascent Soul stage. How can they possibly fight?

Yes, these two humans and one demon possess exceptional talent, making it easy for them to fight opponents of higher levels.

But with such a gap, who wouldn't shake their head in disbelief?

A battle broke out on Changsheng's side. Dong Qing shouted and charged at the old priest with her sword raised. This was the first time she had fought a life-or-death battle with someone.

Shuten-dōji was in an awkward position. There was Luo Tian and a Supreme Elder, both of whom were genuine Nascent Soul cultivators, while he was still seriously injured.

Regardless of Shuten-dōji's state, the Supreme Elder raised his hand and unleashed a long sword aimed directly at Shuten-dōji's vitals.

Just then, another strange phenomenon occurred. The longsword was frozen in mid-air before it even reached Shuten-dōji, as if countless tiny stars were falling down. The longsword became uncontrollable and began to petrify.