A sword qi spanning dozens of miles surged forward, like a heaven-splitting blade, shattering the sea of clouds in its path. A terrifying pressure descended like divine might, making it difficult for Mo Fan to breathe. It felt as if the air between heaven and earth had been thrown into chaos by this sword, stifling his breath.
But this sensation lasted only a moment before Mo Fan realised something. In his current state, it seemed he didn’t need to breathe at all.
The White Tiger Saint King’s expression remained calm as he hovered in the air, gazing at the terrifying sword qi approaching from the east.
“Senior…” Mo Fan’s voice trembled, but before he could continue, the White Tiger Saint King interrupted with a laugh. “What, scared?”
“With you here, Senior, I have nothing to fear!” Mo Fan swallowed hard, though in his current form, he had no saliva to swallow.
“Well said!” The White Tiger Saint King exclaimed. “Before I stepped into the Saint Realm, I didn’t fear that old fool. Why would I now? Little toad, watch closely. The backbone of our demon race cannot be broken!”
With a hearty laugh, he pointed a finger at the massive sword qi racing from the east and softly said, “Break!”
A hum reverberated through the void, and a visible ripple emerged in the air, starting from the White Tiger Saint King’s fingertip and spreading outward in waves.
Mo Fan’s eyes widened as he looked ahead. The circular ripples grew larger as they travelled, eventually colliding with the terrifying sword qi that stretched dozens of miles.
Boom!
A muffled thunderclap echoed from the sky, and a more terrifying storm erupted, sweeping through everything and shattering the surrounding sea of clouds. The storm spread at a visible speed, causing ripples in the void, reaching Mo Fan almost instantly.
Yet, despite the storm passing through his body, Mo Fan felt no discomfort. He looked ahead and saw a majestic silver-haired figure standing protectively in front of him.
As the thunder continued to roar through the heavens, the terrifying sword qi began to disintegrate inch by inch, ultimately dissolving into a storm that vanished completely. Only a white sword mark remained in the eastern sky, lingering as proof that the strike had been real.
One finger, and the sword qi collapsed! Mo Fan’s heart was filled with awe. The White Tiger Saint King’s power far exceeded his expectations. Even as just a primordial spirit, he was this terrifying!
“Old fool, after all these years, you’re still as impatient as ever. But haste won’t get you hot tofu; it might just burn you to death!” The White Tiger Saint King snorted coldly and waved his hand.
Mo Fan’s entire body was enveloped by an invisible force, carried along as the White Tiger Saint King sped away. At that moment, Mo Fan felt as if he had become a wisp of wind between heaven and earth, the scenery below—towering mountains, endless green forests, and then countless villages and cities—flashing past his eyes.
Wisps of smoke rose into the sky, painting a vivid picture of human life.
“Senior, where are we going?” Mo Fan asked.
“I’m taking you to slaughter sects and destroy factions!” The White Tiger Saint King replied.
“…”
“The human race dares to extend their reach into our Hundred Thousand Mountains, oppressing our demon race for centuries. Today, I’ll settle this score with them! First, we’ll wipe out two of their great mountains!”
His calm face belied the bold, spirited words, making Mo Fan’s heart pound. Though the White Tiger Saint King was indeed outrageously powerful, were the humans weak? This senior was casually talking about annihilating sects and flattening human mountains. His tone was so grand it left Mo Fan anxious and uneasy.
He was just a minor demon general, far from daring to get involved in a battle between such titans. One misstep could mean complete annihilation. But now, he had no choice, dragged along by the White Tiger Saint King with a heart full of trepidation.
“Kid, show some of the courage of your Heaven-Devouring lineage! Is this small scene enough to scare you like this?” The White Tiger Saint King’s voice rang out, clearly displeased with Mo Fan’s reaction.
“Senior, before meeting you, I didn’t even know I was from the Heaven-Devouring lineage. Where’s the courage supposed to come from?” Mo Fan replied bitterly. “Besides, you’re going to pick a fight with human powerhouses. A small fry like me is naturally terrified. How about you set me down first and go handle this sect-slaughtering business yourself?”
“No way!” The White Tiger Saint King refused flatly. “My time is precious. Do you think I’d cater to a little toad like you? Today, I’ll show you the might of our demon race! The humans may be strong, but they’re not invincible! Even their so-called great mountains, I can flatten them! Little toad, remember this: a true powerhouse’s strength lies not in force but in heart!”
He rejected Mo Fan’s plea outright, his speed seemingly increasing. When Mo Fan noticed the scenery below had stopped moving, he realised they were now above a cluster of mountains.
His gaze was drawn to one particular peak among the many below. “This place…” Mo Fan’s heart stirred. That mountain was where the female devil had captured him. The stream on it was still clearly visible, winding through the mountain before cascading off a cliff, forming a stunning waterfall over a hundred metres tall.
“This must be the Bixiao Sect…” Mo Fan murmured. “One of the two great mountains the humans have set up in the Hundred Thousand Mountains!”
As he spoke, beams of light shot into the sky from various parts of the mountains below. Space rippled, and a golden barrier appeared, bowl-shaped, enveloping the entire Bixiao Sect.
“Yuming, old fool, come out and face your death!” The White Tiger Saint King ignored the seemingly grand protective formation below, his lips parting as his voice thundered through the area like a storm.
As his voice echoed, Mo Fan saw, through the golden barrier, figures flying out from the halls of various peaks—mostly Foundation Establishment cultivators riding swords, but a few rose into the air without aid.
Looking at the stern faces and murderous gazes of these few, Mo Fan suddenly understood. These were likely the Golden Core cultivators among the humans! Their numbers—five in total—shocked him. Golden Core cultivators were equivalent to demon kings, meaning the Bixiao Sect’s demon king-level forces alone surpassed the combined strength of the three major demon mountains in the Demon Spirit Range.
Mo Fan scanned the growing crowd of human cultivators below but didn’t see the familiar figure he expected, frowning slightly. The female devil, Fang Yunxian, wasn’t in the Bixiao Sect!
“Demon, this is the gate of our Bixiao Sect. How dare you act so arrogantly!” From within the formation, a white-haired elder shouted angrily, his killing intent palpable as he glared at the White Tiger Saint King.
Mo Fan looked at the elder and realised he, too, was a Golden Core cultivator! Judging by the positions of the surrounding cultivators, he was clearly their leader.
“What are you?” The White Tiger Saint King sneered, glancing at him disdainfully. “You think you’re worthy to speak to me like that?”
“I am the current sect leader of the Bixiao Sect, Yu—”
“Scram!” Before the elder could finish, the White Tiger Saint King, growing impatient, slapped the air toward the protective formation.
Boom!
A deafening roar followed as the formation trembled, cracks spreading across it as if it couldn’t withstand the White Tiger Saint King’s power and was on the verge of collapse. Though it held, the strike left the Bixiao Sect’s leader pale with fright, too intimidated to speak further despite his anger.
“Yuming, old fool, how long do you plan to hide? Or do you want to watch me slaughter your sect’s elders and disciples?” The White Tiger Saint King sneered, raising his hand to launch another attack.
At that moment, an aged figure suddenly appeared outside the Bixiao Sect’s protective formation. “Bai Xiaosu, had I known this day would come, I never would have let you escape back to the Hundred Thousand Mountains!”
