An Eighth Realm Great Demon Destroyed with a Turn of the Hand

The demonic power has finally arrived! The sky in the southwest is as if it has been splashed with ink, demonic energy stretches for hundreds of miles, and dark clouds press down on the city.

Outside Longhu Mountain, the wind had stopped and the birds had vanished; even the streams seemed frozen.

The entire mountain was eerily quiet, with only the suppressed breathing of the disciples at various positions in the Celestial Masters' Mansion rising and falling.

The dark clouds slowly parted, and a colossal creature emerged from them.

Half of its body was hidden in the clouds, and the head that was exposed was as big as a mountain. Its dark golden vertical pupils looked down at Longhu Mountain below, as if looking at an anthill that was about to be trampled flat.

The Blood Pagoda Demon Ancestor opened his mouth, revealing a forest of sharp teeth like upside-down knives. His laughter shook the mountain rocks, causing them to fall down. "The Celestial Master’s Mansion of Mount Longhu, haha, how majestic you were in the past! Today, only a few of you cats and dogs are left!"

Very well, today I will first destroy your Celestial Masters' Mansion, then dig up the ancestral tombs of your past masters to quell the hatred that has festered in my heart for hundreds of years!

Zhou Xuanzhen stepped forward, blocking the formation. He looked up at the great demon, his face pale, but he did not retreat even half a step. "Blood Buddha, you have ravaged the world hundreds of years ago. The previous Celestial Master spared your life, but now you not only do not repent, but have become even more wicked. Do you really think my Celestial Masters' Mansion has no one left!"

Longhu Mountain has stood for ten thousand years, never bowing to evil. Even if we die in battle today, we will drag you, you wicked creature, down to hell with us!

He spoke with righteous indignation, his words as firm as iron. His disciples, upon hearing this, all turned red in the eyes.

The great demon chuckled, as if he had heard something laughable.

Without further ado, it raised a giant claw and slammed it down.

Before that claw even landed, several ancient trees in front of the mountain gate, some over a hundred years old, had already been crushed by the wind.

The Dragon-Tiger Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation lit up simultaneously, with golden light, purple lightning, and Daoist runes rising up like an inverted bowl, protecting the entire Celestial Masters' Mansion within.

Countless disciples simultaneously activated their cultivation techniques, recklessly pouring their True Essence into the formation. Ripples spread across the formation's surface, and they managed to withstand the attack.

But he only managed to catch that one attack.

The great demon let out a soft "Eh," seemingly somewhat surprised, before its anger intensified.

It attacked with both claws, and the demonic energy behind it condensed into countless jet-black spears, which poured down like a torrential rain.

The array flickered wildly, the runes shattered one after another, the copper pillars on the array base trembled violently, and several disciples maintaining the array coughed up blood.

Zhou Xuanzhen stood at the center of the formation, his face deathly pale, yet he still refused to retreat.

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the array plate, relighting the array. The elders followed suit, risking their lives to protect the array.

"Hold on! Hold on, everyone!" Zhang Shouyi shouted hoarsely, but his own Daoist robe had been mostly shattered, and his chest was covered in crimson blood.

The great demon laughed wildly, "A death throes! You dare to stop me?"

It opened its mouth and spat out a black and red demonic light that slammed into the formation like a giant pillar.

Everyone in the Celestial Masters' Mansion felt as if the sky had collapsed.

With a loud bang, the entire Longhu Mountain seemed to jump.

The formation was not broken, but the disciples inside, including the manor lord and several elders, all coughed up blood.

The low-level servants in the front row were directly blasted backward, crashing into tree trunks and losing consciousness.

Chen Du, standing at the very end of the formation, was also shaken to the point of turning pale and kneeling on one knee.

He raised his head and looked at the great demon laughing wildly in the clouds, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness.

If this continues, the Celestial Masters' Mansion won't last more than a few rounds.

The great demon roared and unleashed its third strike.

This attack was even more devastating than the previous two. The black and red demonic light crashed down like a collapsing pillar of heaven, slamming heavily onto the Dragon-Tiger Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation.

All the disciples in the formation roared simultaneously, their voices hoarse and exhausted, pouring their True Essence into the formation's core as if they were risking their lives.

The formation held up once again, but at an extremely high cost.

Several disciples in the front row were knocked unconscious by the shock. Some bled from their seven orifices, and some had both arms dislocated, yet they still clung tightly to their fellow disciples, unwilling to retreat.

Zhou Xuanzhen knelt at the center of the formation, covered in blood, but his eyes remained fixed on the great demon in the clouds. He said in a hoarse voice, "Hold on to the death... do not retreat!"

"Hold firm and never retreat!"

"Hold firm and never retreat!"

The disciples roared in unison, their voices filled with blood, life, and the last vestige of the Celestial Masters' Mansion's stubbornness.

The great demon laughed even more arrogantly, "Interesting. Ants banding together dare to call themselves steadfast? Today I'll see how many blows you can withstand."

As Lun spoke, he raised his paw again.

But in that instant, the great demon's smile suddenly froze, as if he had sensed something extremely terrifying.

It suddenly turned its head, glanced southwest, and then did something no one expected.

It turned and ran, its demonic aura swirling, disappearing into the distance like a black wind, so fast it almost tore the sky apart.

Everyone in the Celestial Masters' Mansion was stunned. No one expected that the great demon who had threatened to annihilate the entire Celestial Masters' Mansion's Mansion just a moment ago would suddenly flee.

What they couldn't have imagined was that the great demon was in turmoil, trembling with fear.

It flew incredibly fast, so fast that the surrounding clouds seemed to be stretched into lines. But no matter how far it flew, the mountains, trees, and roads in front of it were all spinning.

It's like it's stumbled into a constantly spinning circle; no matter how it flies, it always ends up back in the same sky.

Being trapped in a maze!

Cold sweat poured down the demon's forehead, and his dark golden vertical pupils were filled with terror.

The faster it flies, the faster it returns.

Later, it dared not fly anymore, but just hovered in mid-air, its whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Just then, it slowly lowered its head.

Then, it saw beneath its feet, where, without it realizing it, there was a giant palm with crisscrossing palm lines.

The lines on his palm were like a great river, a deep valley, or a natural barrier.

It flew for so long, but it was just circling around in the palm of my hand.

The owner of that hand was so tall, like the sky and a mountain, that his face was hidden behind layers of clouds and mist, making it impossible for him to see clearly.

"Senior! Senior, spare my life!" The great demon's body went limp, kneeling directly in the palm, all traces of his former demon ancestor's majesty gone. "This junior was blind and ignorant, unaware that the Celestial Masters' Mansion's Mansion had such a figure as you, senior, in charge. This junior knows his crime. This junior is willing to retreat immediately and never offend the Celestial Masters' Mansion again. I only beg senior to spare my life. Please tell me your name, senior, and this junior will do everything in my power to atone for my sins!"

Chen Du lowered his eyes, as if looking at a tiny insect begging for mercy in the palm of his hand.

His voice was cold and indifferent, as if descending from the heavens. "You beast, do you even deserve to know who I am? Didn't you want to dig up the ancestral graves of the Celestial Masters' Mansion's Mansion? Didn't you want to wipe out the entire Celestial Masters' Mansion's Mansion? What, you've only flown a few steps, and you're already begging for mercy?"

"Why aren't you running away anymore? You're running even faster than that Puppet Sect Master."

The great demon was terrified and prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly. Where was the ferocity that had devoured millions of people along the way?

It was filled with deep regret, hating itself for being so blinded by greed to want to flatten Longhu Mountain.

The person in front of him was more than ten times more terrifying than the previous Celestial Master he had faced back then.

Chen Du said no more, and his Heavenly Master Position Rank pressed down like the sky falling down.

Immediately afterwards, billions of divine lightning bolts surged from his palm, the purple lightning like a sea, the thunder like a drum, instantly engulfing the great demon.

There was no struggle, no screams.

The Blood Pagoda Demon Ancestor's enormous, mountain-like body crumbled inch by inch in the endless sea of lightning, turning into ashes.

The last trace of demonic energy vanished like smoke blown away by the wind, leaving no trace whatsoever.

The people from the Celestial Masters' Mansion still stood in the formation, looking at each other in bewilderment, as if they had just woken from an absurd dream.

Chen Du had already withdrawn his hand and stood where he belonged, still looking inconspicuous.

A mountain breeze blew down from the Longhu Mountain, carrying the fresh air after the rain.

The blood-red clouds dispersed, and the light of day returned.

This catastrophe ended before it even truly began.

From dawn till dusk, the disciples of the Celestial Masters' Mansion were sore from gripping their weapons, but the dark cloud never appeared again.

At first, some people dared not relax, fearing that the great demon might use some trick, until it was completely dark.

The patrolling disciples reported that there was no more demonic aura within a radius of dozens of miles, and only then did everyone slowly sit down.

Some people lay face up on the stone steps, panting heavily; some leaned against pillars, muttering "I survived"; and some laughed and then cried.

They were prepared to die in battle, yet they couldn't even explain how they won.

The outside world also cannot understand it.

When the Blood Pagoda Demon Ancestor was born, its demonic aura was overwhelming. It devoured countless living beings along the way, and boasted that it would flatten Longhu Mountain and dig up the ancestral graves of successive Celestial Masters.

But after that, it seemed to have been erased from the world and never appeared again.

Those who thought the Celestial Masters' Mansion was doomed and were waiting to see it fail only saw that Longhu Mountain still stood tall, its incense burning as usual, and its gates still open.

For a moment, all the major sects fell silent.

No one dared to underestimate the Celestial Masters' Mansion anymore, and no one mentioned that the Celestial Masters' Mansion had declined.

Even in its decline, a place capable of silently annihilating a powerful demon of the Eighth Realm is still stronger than most sects in the world.

Only two people truly knew the inside story.

The entire Puppet Sect was already terrified and fell silent.

After the sect leader's death, they established an ironclad rule that anyone from the Celestial Masters' Mansion must give way.

When news of the Blood Pagoda Demon Ancestor arrived, others were shocked, but they only felt a cold laugh.

Going to Longhu Mountain? What's the difference between that and suicide?

There was another person, Xie Changming.

He had long since left Longhu Mountain and was now wandering the world.

Upon hearing that the great demon had perished at the Celestial Masters' Mansion, he merely washed his face by the stream and whispered to an old tree, "If it hadn't come, I could have lived a few more years."

After saying that, he set off again, his white hair fluttering gently in the wind, never looking back.