Chapter 99: It Is Time for a Massacre! [Third Update, Requesting Monthly Votes]

"Little Zi, pick up the pace. Don't make me be the hero who shows up last."

Fang Wang urged, his eyes fixed straight ahead. Dark, roiling clouds gathered on the horizon, as if a storm were imminent.

Little Zi, being a Demon King, accelerated instantly, flying with breathtaking speed. Through his Grand Disciple token, Fang Wang could calculate the distance to his destination; at Little Zi's current pace, it wouldn't take long.

The fact that the Taiyuan Sect had been forced to send so many reinforcements indicated that this battle was of an immense scale. When factoring in the Tianshu Sect, the Xuanhong Sword Sect, and the Chi Demon Sect, the scope surely far exceeded the battle at Green Cicada Valley. That was why Fang Wang hadn't rushed over earlier—he had to conserve his spiritual energy as much as possible.

Fang Wang’s gaze deepened, his eyes seeming to span mountains and rivers to pierce through to the battlefield where the righteous and demonic forces clashed.

...

Boom!

A massive fireball descended from the sky. Fang Zigeng was blasted away, rolling several times across the ground before coming to a stop. He scrambled up, wiping blood from his face, and looked up as a figure emerged from the sea of fire.

"I didn't expect you to be so tenacious."

It was a cultivator from the Chi Demon Sect with an unremarkable appearance, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Fang Zigeng.

Fang Zigeng’s cultivation had not yet reached the Spirit Pellet Realm, and he knew he was no match for his opponent. Yet, looking around, he saw that the disciples of the three major sects were all under siege, the situation dire.

In a flash, Fang Zigeng pulled an ancient jade from his storage bag. He bit his finger and pressed his blood onto the jade. Instantly, the jade erupted with a brilliant light, startling the demonic cultivator into attacking immediately, not daring to be careless.

At the same time, Gu Li, Fang Hanyu, Ye Xiang, Zhou Xingshi, Li Yu, and others—those Taiyuan Sect disciples who had crossed paths with Fang Wang—were also locked in desperate combat. Each of them was already wounded, and their situations were far from optimistic.

"Hold on! Reinforcements are here!"

Li Yu shouted, twisting his body to dodge a poisoned dart that grazed past him. He swung his sword, sending a sword qi cutting upward that forced the aerial demonic cultivator back.

On the eastern horizon, hundreds of Taiyuan Sect disciples arrived on their swords, led by the Drowsy Immortal. He held a large banner aloft, weaving a visible field of force that enveloped all the disciples, allowing them to fly at incredible speeds, like a sharp blade striking into the heart of the battlefield.

"Attack!" the Drowsy Immortal commanded. The Taiyuan disciples behind him formed hand seals, casting spells to bombard the demonic cultivators along their path, while the Drowsy Immortal aimed for the sacrificial altar in the distance.

It was not just the Taiyuan Sect’s reinforcements that had arrived; those from the Tianshu Sect and the Xuanhong Sword Sect were also trickling in, though most were intercepted by the Chi Demon Sect's forces.

Currently, the Chi Demon Sect had deployed over thirty thousand demonic cultivators, none of whom were at the Qi Refinement stage, and their numbers were still growing.

At the center of the battlefield, a pillar of blood-colored energy on the sacrificial altar was continuously absorbing flesh and blood. The surrounding mountain of corpses trembled, and individual bodies were swept into the crimson pillar by a gale, resembling a bloody tornado.

On a barren plot of land on the eastern side, Xu Qiuming knelt on one knee, his hair matted with blood. He gasped for air, the sword shadows behind him growing faint, threatening to dissipate at any moment.

A white-haired man stood ten feet away, expressionless. "If this is the extent of your capability, you might as well bow your head. One day, you will understand that this is an opportunity."

Xu Qiuming struggled to his feet.

Thud!

A sound came from beside him. Xu Qiuming glanced over, his pupils constricting. An old man covered in blood lay on the ground, his limbs clearly broken, looking utterly wretched.

"Supreme Elder..."

Xu Qiuming looked up. High above, a massive black python was circling, the red spots on its body resembling eyes, appearing terrifying in the dim world.

"What exactly is their origin..."

For the first time, despair took root in Xu Qiuming's heart. The white-haired man had already displayed near-invincible strength, and the purple-clad man standing atop the black python was clearly even stronger.

These two were definitely not from outside the Great Qi!

"Since he refuses to submit to you, why not give his soul to us?"

Chen Anshi’s voice drifted over as he flew in, carrying an unconscious Zhao Chuanqian. The white-haired man glanced at him but said nothing.

Above, the purple-clad man stood atop the black python, his gaze fixed intently on the pillar of blood-colored energy. Looking closely, the pillar burned like a raging flame, connecting heaven and earth. Within the pillar, a gargantuan figure could be vaguely seen curled up, as if a great demon were about to be born.

"A pity. The cultivators here are too weak."

The purple-clad man murmured to himself, his tone full of regret. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something. He snapped his head around, eyes narrowing as he looked toward the edge of the world.

Following his gaze, a hundred miles away, a purple serpent was flying rapidly toward them.

Fang Wang overlooked the vast battlefield ahead, where the forms of battling cultivators covered the boundless wilderness. He let out a slight sigh of relief.

He had made it!

Fang Wang did not wish to arrive at the very last second; that would mean the situation had already collapsed and that many had already sacrificed their lives.

Since many of his fellow sect members were still fighting hard, it meant that all was not yet lost.

Fang Wang raised his right hand, manifesting the Heavenly Palace Halberd, and quickly caught sight of the Taiyuan Sect disciples.

"Time for a massacre!"

As Fang Wang spoke, Little Zi accelerated, causing his white robes to whip violently in the wind. He noticed dozens of demonic cultivators surrounding twelve Taiyuan disciples, who were struggling to hold their ground while accumulating new wounds.

Fang Wang threw the Heavenly Palace Halberd with a sudden, forceful motion.

The Great Perfection Sword Control Technique!

The Heavenly Palace Halberd struck with terrifying speed. The demonic cultivators seemed to sense something and instinctively turned to look.

Squelch!

The chest of one demonic cultivator was pierced through by the halberd, blood splattering as his body was split in two!

The next cultivator didn't even have time to see the halberd before suffering the same fate as his peer, being ruthlessly cut in half.

It was too fast!

The demonic cultivators were cut down one after another. Only a few who had reached the fifth level of the Spirit Pellet Realm or higher managed to catch a glimpse of the weapon, and they jumped away in terror—but their speed was no match for the halberd.

A Spirit Pellet Realm demonic cultivator held his natal treasure, a bronze mirror; its surface erupted with a brilliant light, forming a hard barrier to protect his body.

With a boom, the cultivator and his mirror were pulverized into a mist of blood by the halberd.

Domineering! Cruel!

The twelve Taiyuan Sect disciples stared in disbelief, their eyes instinctively following the direction from which the halberd had come.

"It’s Fang Wang! The Senior Brother is here!"

One disciple shouted in ecstatic joy, and the others were immediately reinvigorated, all recognizing Fang Wang.

Little Zi glided directly over their heads. Fang Wang raised his right hand, and the Heavenly Palace Halberd flew back into his grip. Broken corpses fell from the sky, raining blood upon the earth—a sight that left the twelve Taiyuan disciples dumbstruck.

The dozens of powerful demonic cultivators who had brought them to the brink of despair had been disposed of by Fang Wang just like that?

Once the Heavenly Palace Halberd was unleashed, in less than five breaths, all the demonic cultivators surrounding them were dead; some who had reacted quickly were slaughtered while trying to flee.

The gap in cultivation was too vast; the demonic cultivators simply couldn't stop him!

Fang Wang held the Heavenly Palace Halberd, pointing toward the blood-red pillar in the distance. "Fly toward that."

Little Zi accelerated immediately, his massive serpentine body twisting like a purple dragon soaring through the sky.

Their appearance quickly drew the attention of the Chi Demon Sect. A demonic cultivator at the Mysterious Heart Realm immediately lunged at them, wielding a long silk ribbon. She lashed out, and her spiritual energy transformed into streaks of white lightning that surged along the ribbon, instantly expanding into a web of hundreds of bolts of lightning that descended upon Fang Wang.

Fang Wang didn't even look at her. He released his right hand, and the Heavenly Palace Halberd exploded with terrifying speed, too fast for the naked eye to track, the wind of its passage causing Fang Wang's white robes to billow.

The halberd became a flash of cold light, forcefully tearing through the lightning in its path.

The female demonic cultivator widened her beautiful eyes, her hands instinctively forming seals to cast a spell, but the halberd was simply too fast!

Boom!

A mist of blood dispersed. The Heavenly Palace Halberd soared upward, tracing a perfect arc in the high sky before returning to Fang Wang’s hand.

"Young Master, killing a Mysterious Heart Realm cultivator is like butchering a chicken for you! Too easy!" Little Zi said excitedly, his tone filled with adoration, which caused the corners of Fang Wang's mouth to curl upward.

Beyond the pure suppression of his cultivation, he was utilizing the Great Perfection Sword Control Technique!

Back when he was at the Mysterious Heart Realm, if he went all out, he could kill a Spirit Concentration Realm cultivator in an instant. Now that he had reached the Spirit Concentration Realm, facing the Mysterious Heart Realm meant, naturally, a one-strike kill!

Little Zi’s massive size, combined with the sheer extravagance of Fang Wang’s performance, drew more and more eyes toward them.

"It’s Senior Brother Fang Wang!"

"The Heavenly Origin Sword Saint has arrived!"

"Hahaha, I knew the Sect Master would send Senior Brother! The Chi Demon Sect is finished!"

"What? That person is Fang Wang from your Taiyuan Sect?"

"That's right, it's him! He hasn't even drawn his sword yet. He has the power to turn the tides!"

The Taiyuan Sect disciples shouted in excitement, letting the nearby Tianshu and Xuanhong Sword Sect disciples know Fang Wang's identity.

Upon learning of his arrival, the disciples of the other two sects were equally invigorated. Even though they did not belong to the same sect, they were filled with admiration and reverence for Fang Wang, for he represented the younger generation and the greatest talent in the Great Qi cultivation world.

As Little Zi sped along, the morale of the three righteous sects surged wherever they passed.

Fang Wang hadn't expected his reputation to reach such heights. It was one thing for the Taiyuan disciples to be excited, but seeing the Tianshu and Xuanhong disciples acting just as energized made him reflect on his own prowess.

Gu Li, Li Yu, and others who were fighting noticed the commotion. Glancing sideways, they saw Fang Wang atop Little Zi and were filled with pleasant surprise.

Fang Wang also saw Gu Li and Li Yu ahead. His eyes narrowed, and sword shadows appeared out of thin air around the Third Branch disciples. These were manifestations of his Heavenly Sword Intent, and as soon as they materialized, they struck out at the demonic cultivators in every direction.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch...

Flesh and blood flew!

The demonic cultivators surrounding Gu Li and the others were pierced through by the sword intent, with no time to escape!

As Little Zi glided over the heads of Gu Li and the others, she caught a glimpse of Fang Wang winking at her. Before she could react, he had already carried Little Zi toward the center of the battlefield.

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Fang Wang is here! Now we’re in for a show!" Zhou Bo exclaimed. Because he was too excited, he agitated his internal injuries, and blood gushed from his mouth, yet a smile remained on his face.