newbobooks Chapter 547 Fighting Side by Side
Chapter 547 Fighting Side by Side
Some powerful demonic cultivators and hermits, summoned by the shackles, stood on the clouds, their robes fluttering in the chilling wind, like ravens hovering above the River Styx.
They looked down coldly at the cultivators from the immortal sects struggling below, letting out a soft, ambiguous snort. Most of them crossed their arms, their posture distant and arrogant.
Beside him, the Emperor's Banners, stained with the resentment of countless living souls and with blood-red runes flowing across their surfaces, moved without wind, their tails sweeping across the void and bringing with them gusts of eerie wind that pierced the soul.
"Hmph," an old demon, dressed in a long black robe with intricate demonic patterns and whose face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, spoke first, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against bones, "Don't confuse us with those chaotic demons who only know how to devour and destroy."
We demonic cultivators are also beings of this world, only our chosen path differs greatly from yours. We dedicate ourselves to cultivation and comprehending the laws of the Netherworld; we are not dead!
Slightly to the side, a strange young man, dressed in blood and barefoot, toyed with a wisp of crimson demonic fire leaping between his fingers. Hearing this, he scoffed and took over the conversation, his tone carrying a deliberate arrogance and unwillingness to be outdone: "If it weren't for your leader, Lu... Hmph, he does have some insight, not dismissing our lineage as heretical and demonic, but rather possessing some understanding of 'existence is its own justification,' I wouldn't bother stepping out of the Ten Thousand Souls Cave to meddle in the affairs of the cultivation world!"
Beside him, a female demon cultivator in flowing colorful robes, with a captivating face but murderous eyes, lightly brushed her hair aside. Seven-colored poisonous mist swirled between her slender fingers. Her lips parted slightly, her voice alluring yet sharp: "Saving the cultivation world—such a momentous event sounds incredibly glorious. How can we let you, these hypocritical charlatans, squander this chance to turn the tide and make a name for yourselves in history? Wouldn't that make our demonic path seem deserted?"
The young demonic cultivators from Cheng Guang Sect who had brought people here could hardly contain their excitement.
They went through countless hardships, traversing almost every possible hidden corner of the cultivation world, even venturing deep into some ancient tombs and ruins, to "invite" out these old masters who had long since retired from worldly affairs or sealed themselves away in secret realms.
Seeing the reinforcements arrive as scheduled, their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. They were overjoyed and ecstatic, as if they had seen their loved ones.
They exclaimed excitedly, "We've finally managed to get all of you seniors out of retirement! We rushed here as fast as we could, thankfully we're not too late!"
Young Ah Qi's face was flushed red from rushing to get there and his heart pounding with excitement.
His anxious gaze swept back and forth across the chaotic battlefield, eagerly searching for those figures who were usually as dazzling as stars and could never be ignored—Lu Wensheng's gentle yet firm demeanor, Liu Jiqian's aloofness and solitude, Ji Yanli's clear-sighted swordsmanship, Song Wen's unrestrained spirit, Qin Xiao's fiery arrogance… those young prodigies should have been the most dazzling brilliance on the battlefield.
However, as far as the eye could see, there were crisscrossing sword lights and elusive demonic shadows, but those few most familiar and vivid colors were nowhere to be seen.
An ominous premonition, like a cold, venomous snake, quietly coiled around his heart.
Until a few scattered, tearful screams, mixed with the deafening sounds of battle, drifted intermittently into his ears:
"Avenge Chief Lu!"
"Fight these bastards! Chief Liu and the others can't have died in vain!"
"Kill! Kill them all! To comfort the spirits of our fellow disciples in heaven!"
"...They must pay with their lives...!"
Like a thunderclap exploding in his mind, Ah Qi's body swayed violently, and the blush on his face caused by excitement and rushing around vanished instantly, leaving him as pale as paper.
He abruptly turned his head to look at his fellow disciples from the Cheng Guang Sect who had also overheard a few words. He saw that the excitement and anticipation on their faces had been frozen in ice, then turned into disbelief and astonishment, followed by overwhelming anger and heart-wrenching grief.
The people of Chengguang Sect instantly erupted in chaos. Their grief and rage were like an uncontrollable volcanic eruption. They had no interest in finding out what had happened—Lu Kui Shou was dead, and they had no intention of judging right or wrong!
"Avenge Chief Lu! Avenge all my fellow Daoists!"
"Fight these beasts to the death! Leave no one alive!"
They roared, their demonic energy boiling with unprecedented ferocity, black lightning crackling across their bodies, almost spiraling out of control.
Some even turned eagerly to the senior demonic cultivators they had invited, their voices trembling with sobs and boundless hatred, recounting how Lu Wensheng, under pressure and doubt from all sides, had defied public opinion and recognized the demonic cultivation tradition as a branch of the Great Dao, granting them justice and dignity; how he had spared no effort to help them when they were trapped by the flaws in their inheritance and nearly succumbed to demonic possession, guiding them back from the wrong path...
"Lu Kui Shou has not only vindicated us, but also saved our lives!" someone cried out, each word dripping with grief.
It should be understood that the succession of demonic cultivators is difficult, and their numbers are far fewer than those of spiritual cultivators. These young disciples of Cheng Guang Sect are almost regarded by these reclusive old demons as seeds for the continuation of their lineage, and as juniors who need to be carefully protected.
Upon hearing that the person whom their juniors so gratefully admired and revered had been killed by the demons and might have already perished, these old demons, who were known for protecting their own and acting without any restraint, suddenly changed color!
Is this a big deal? !
The demonic cultivators are known for their eccentric temperaments, protectiveness, and vengefulness.
They may have internal disputes, but when it comes to protecting their own, their methods are far more unscrupulous than those of spiritual practitioners who adhere to rules and regulations, and they have almost no bottom line!
"What?! Is this really true?!" An old demon, emaciated and with sunken eyes like a skeleton, suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils burning with green flames. "Dare to touch the promising talent I have my eye on, and dare to harm such a sensible junior?! Very well! Very well indeed!" His withered lips parted, revealing a sinister and terrifying smile, and the death aura around him was like a boiling sea of ink.
"Hehehe... It's been so many years since I've stretched my muscles. Perfect timing to test my newly refined 'Nine-Child Mother Heavenly Ghost' on these ignorant demons!" From another direction, a demonic cultivator with a sinister face, carrying a black banner, let out a piercing laugh. Nine large and one small twisted and painful ghostly figures immediately appeared on the banner, emitting tooth-grinding sobs and howls.
In an instant, these powerful demonic cultivators unleashed their full power, displaying a variety of insidious, vicious, and unpredictable skills, like a hundred flowers blooming or a horde of demons dancing wildly.
They had no moral concept of "fighting the demons on equal terms" and had no bottom line. Now, their anger was raging, and all sorts of insidious, vicious, and bizarre skills were unleashed without reservation, as if Pandora's box had been opened!
Then, the old demon conjured up a tattered, stained leather drum. He slapped it with his hand, but instead of a deafening sound, invisible sound waves spread out. Any low-level demons affected by the sound waves stood frozen in place as if they had lost their souls. Then, wisps of black smoke emerged from their seven orifices and flowed into the drum, while their bodies quickly withered and decayed.
Some people chanted incantations, and the shadows beneath their feet spread out like living things. Wherever the shadows passed, countless twisted ghostly hands, formed from pure resentment and malevolent energy, emerged from the ground, grabbing the ankles of the demons and dragging them downwards. No matter how much the demons struggled and screamed, they could only be dragged into the endless abyss of shadows and vanish into nothingness.
Even more demonic cultivators release their tamed flying yakshas and red-eyed demons, commanding swarms of poisonous insects and venomous creatures, or setting up bizarre formations to incite inner demons, or directly unleashing vicious supernatural powers such as possession and curses...
The methods used were so bizarre, unpredictable, and ruthless that they were simply dazzling and chilling.
Those disciples of sects who had received orthodox immortal education since childhood, whose cultivation methods were mostly upright and righteous, and who emphasized giving their enemies a quick and painless end, had never seen such bizarre and outlandish "underworld" methods that specialized in the lower body and sought to make their enemies' souls scatter in extreme pain and fear. For a moment, they were stunned.
They look more like demons than demons themselves...