On the horizon, endless ranks of soldiers stretched as far as the eye could see, a cloud of blackened red dust rising as they marched towards the Forest of the Fallen Moon.
suddenly, their march stopped, the eyes of those in the vanguard widening in terror.
The leader of the Demon Cult.
The Celestial Demon.
The most powerful transcendent who had ever set foot on this earth in the last fifty thousand years.
At this very mont, he was lying on the ground, sunk in a smoking crater.
His right hand rose shakily to his face and he spat.
In his bloodied palm, a broken tooth, a subtle pain spreading through his jaw.
His red eyes slowly rose, eting the icy gaze of a handso young man.
Mochen and Qingyi had last t a few months ago. Back then, the young man could barely bear a casual movent of the demon cult leader's fingers.
But now... now he possessed enough strength to hurt Mochen. Of course, Mochen had his guard down, not expecting such a strong attack.
Still, he could count on the fingers of a single hand how many transcendents had the ability to hurt him like that in mortal heaven.
"Biyue." Qingyi turned his face, watching his other wives approache.
"You can unleash your anger on the demon army with the others. I promise i'll make him pay for what he did to your father."
Hearing those words, Biyue lowered her head.
Her eyes flicked from the advancing army to the reserve forces, who were desperately trying to reorganize themselves.
"Let's go, Sister Biyue." The poisonous beauty felt Elize's delicate hands grasp hers.
Turning her beautiful face, she saw the excited faces of her sisters, all Qingyi's wives, all eager to finally test the fruit of countless months of cultivation and training.
"Ah..." She sighed, using sound transmission to give so orders to her officers before accompanying the girls.
Their bodies exploded in power as the suppression of their powerful mortal-grade bloodlines fell upon the demonic army.
Biyue, Rongyan and Ruyan took the lead; poison, fire and blood falling on the Crimson Guard.
Hundreds of them, all in the Realm of Rebirth, the pride of the Demon Cult, were ripped to shreds.
Even the weakest of the priestesses could defeat the strongest among them with ease.
"Die, you filthy sluts!" A roar echoed as a man broke through the formation, his Qi exploding violently, making the world around him tremble.
Although Mochen was the only transcendent within the Demon Cult, there were still many other transcendents among the non-orthodox sects who had been forced to join them under threat of annihilation.
This man was one of those transcendents.
His hate-filled eyes focused on Elize, apparently the most delicate of the won. How could she fight efficiently with those massive, heavy things on her chest?
The great axe in his hands glowed with a dark, corrosive Qi. His sclera took on a black hue, red dots glowing in the center of his eyes.
Raising his weapon over his head, he advanced, swinging it towards Elize's delicate, voluptuous figure with all his might.
The purple-haired beauty didn't take a single step back.
Quite the opposite, her body was covered in the lineage projection of an enormous electric dragon, its lightning Qi tearing through the air with a bang.
"Ughn..." She grunted, her sword eting his axe.
The ground beneath her delicate feet was turned to dust as the shockwave swept everything around.
"'Yield!" The transcendent roared, his powerful muscles burning as he poured all his strength into that attack.
But nothing happened.
Elize stood firm, despite the trembling in her arms.
"I'll help you, sister!" Yueli shouted, passing Elize in a blur, her sword flowing towards the transcendent's unprotected neck.
He despaired, tried to retreat, to activate his most powerful movent technique.
Unfortunately for him, it was too late.
His throat was torn open by the blade of the blue-haired beauty and his axe slipped out of his trembling hands, giving Elize the freedom to pierce his heart.
His mouth opened in a terrified scream, a burst of light leaving his lips as his soul left his body, desperately trying to flee to the skies.
"You're not going anywhere." Yunfei, the girls' master, acted. Her blade sliced the soul through the air, destroying it completely.
Exchanging satisfied glances, they smiled before moving on to their next victim.
In the distance, the leader of the Demon Sect rose from the ground.
His body floated up to the sa height as Qingyi, both of them hovering in the sky.
"I have to admit, young man, you've truly surprised ." Mochen laughed, turning his face to watch the one-sided massacre of his army.
"And I thought I was a man blessed by the heavens... With such talent, and with won of such caliber by your side, you are indeed incomparable. Far beyond what the reports I read suggested. Hahaha!"
A mont of silence followed Mochen's laughter. His eyes regained their usual cruelty soon after.
"Even that damned little fox..." He spat, watching that snow-white fox freeze hundreds of his soldiers with a single attack.
From his waist, a crimson saber erged, glowing nacingly.
"My daughter has never been this talented. And I don't think any of those won are that talented either - not by birth."
Mochen's eyes filtered Qingyi from head to toe. "Soone granted them that power."
He tilted his head, smiling cruelly.
"Tell , boy. Do I have to cut you open like a frog and rip such a secret out of your guts? or will you obediently hand it over?"
The handso young man didn't answer imdiately. He just shook his head slightly, his face dominated by a soft, confident smile.
The Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword slid out of its sheath with a tallic hiss, pointing straight at Mochen's chest.
"For soone who is about to die..." Qingyi declared arrogantly. "You truly have plenty of ti to talk."
"Co on. Show your granddaddy here that you're a filthy cuck less useless than your pathetic son."
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