Killing Over Ten Thousand Demonic Cultivators in a Single Blow

The Celestial Master Realm is a unified country, and the name of this country is Great Jin.

In the Golden Chime Hall Palace of the Great Jin Dynasty.

The young emperor, only twelve years old, sat upright on the dragon throne, his legs not yet touching the ground.

He stared blankly at the assembled officials in the hall, their faces flushed with rage as they argued.

Behind the beaded curtain, Prime Minister Li Xuanji stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a purple robe and gold belt, with a fair complexion and no beard, and a faint smile always playing at the corners of his mouth.

This person is no longer the Li Xuanji of yesteryear.

His soul had been quietly refined and replaced by the Demon Lord Zhang Yanzhen.

The body that now sits upright in the court and holds power over the country is nothing more than an avatar of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord himself was in seclusion deep within the Blood Motian Sect, but his will had already seeped into every decree of the Great Jin Dynasty through this clone.

"Your Majesty!" An old minister knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. "The Celestial Master’s Mansion of Mount Longhu, while outwardly claiming to be a righteous sect, actually harbors treacherous intentions, colludes with evil spirits, and persecutes loyal officials. I beg Your Majesty to issue an edict summoning all sects throughout the land to jointly punish this villain!"

"I second that!" another minister stepped forward, speaking with fervor, "The Celestial Masters' Mansion has been entrenched in Longhu Mountain for a thousand years, defying the emperor's rule, refusing to pay taxes, maintaining its own army, and hiding forbidden laws. It is clearly a state within a state! If it is not eliminated, it will surely become a great threat!"

The young emperor, bewildered, turned to look behind the beaded curtain.

Prime Minister Li Xuanji walked out slowly, and smiled slightly as he reached the foot of the imperial steps.

His smile was as warm as a spring breeze, but if someone were to look closely, they would notice a very faint dark red tinge deep in his eyes.

He spoke, his voice gentle. "Your Majesty, this old minister believes that what the esteemed officials have said is absolutely right. The Celestial Masters' Mansion has a notorious reputation, and the people have suffered for too long. I beseech Your Majesty to issue an edict, summoning all sects to jointly attack Longhu Mountain."

The young emperor nodded and said in his childish voice, "Then... then we shall do as the Prime Minister says, issue an edict to summon all the sects of the realm and annihilate the Celestial Master’s Mansion of Mount Longhu."

The imperial edict shook the entire land.

Each sect harbored its own agenda: some were pressured by imperial power, some coveted the Celestial Masters' Mansion's millennia-long accumulation, and some were pawns already planted by the demonic path.

Within a few days, a mighty allied army marched toward Longhu Mountain.

Meanwhile, deep within the Blood Motian Sect's headquarters, in a secret room that has been sealed off year-round.

Demon Lord Zhang Yanzhen slowly opened his eyes. His demonic energy was contained, and his aura was as still as a stagnant pool. But beneath that still water, there was an undercurrent powerful enough to swallow everything.

His cultivation has reached the Peak Stage the Eighth Realm!

He stretched out his hand, and a ball of pitch-black light slowly rotated in his palm, hissing as it passed through.

He looked down at the ball of light, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"It's done." His voice was soft, yet it sounded like something cracking deep underground. "I've finally reached this point. Among Celestial Masters throughout history, only a dozen or so have achieved this."

He stood up and strode out of the secret room.

Outside the door, countless demonic cultivators were already kneeling on the ground, awaiting his command.

Zhang Yanzhen raised his eyes and looked towards the direction of Longhu Mountain, his gaze piercing through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

"Everything is ready, except for the final push," he said slowly. "The Celestial Master’s Mansion of Mount Longhu, this time, I will personally wipe it off the face of the earth."

By the time the news reached Longhu Mountain, it was already dusk.

Zhou Xuanzhen summoned several immortals to the palace overnight to discuss matters.

In the flickering candlelight, none of them looked well.

Zhang Shouyi placed a secret letter on the table. "News from various sects down the mountain indicates that the imperial court has issued an edict summoning all sects across the land to jointly attack our Celestial Masters' Mansion. The army is already assembling, carrying the banner of the imperial decree."

"An imperial decree?" Zhao Qingxuan sneered. "That little emperor of the Great Jin can't even read properly. Where did he get this idea? Clearly, someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes."

Zhou Xuanzhen remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Over the years, the disciples of my Celestial Masters' Mansion have descended the mountain to eliminate demons and monsters, making enemies all over the world. Now that my Celestial Masters' Mansion's Mansion is weak, they naturally won't let this opportunity pass. The imperial decree is just a pretext; those who truly want to destroy us are those demonic Demon Sects."

"Then let's fight!" Sun Xuanzhao his hand on the table, his hair and beard standing on end. "At worst, we'll fight to the death!"

"Not bad." Zhou Xuanzhen stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "The Celestial Masters' Mansion has stood firm for ten thousand years, never bowing to evil. Today's situation is unavoidable, so let's meet it head-on. Gather all the disciples of the mansion, defend the mountain, and hold out for as long as we can."

Once the order was issued, the entire Celestial Masters' Mansion was mobilized once again.

The disciples worked through the night to reinforce the formation, move talisman stones, and cover the stone steps in front of the mountain gate with caltrops and poison talismans.

No one ran away, and no one complained. Having experienced the last time a powerful demon threatened their territory, they were no longer afraid.

Several days later, the army arrived.

A vast army surged in from all directions, banners obscuring the sun, and a murderous aura soaring to the heavens.

Interspersed among them were countless demonic energies and eerie lights, clearly indicating that they were experts from various demonic sects.

Behind the main army, there was another, even more elite army of demonic cultivators, personally led by Demon Lord Zhang Yanzhen, hidden in the dark clouds like a coiled venomous snake.

The two armies joined forces, completely surrounding Longhu Mountain.

Before the mountain gate, Zhou Xuanzhen led the disciples of the Celestial Masters' Mansion to stand in formation and wait.

He gazed at the dark, surging tide below the mountain, took a deep breath, drew the Celestial Master Sword from his waist, and pointed the blade straight ahead.

The disciples roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

The Demon Lord's avatar stood before the army, his face handsome and a smile playing on his lips.

He slowly raised his hand, his voice not loud, yet it carried throughout the entire army. "Attack quickly, destroy the Celestial Masters' Mansion!"

Tens of thousands of troops surged forward like a tidal wave.

The bugle call to charge came to an abrupt halt.

Tens of thousands of soldiers froze in place, all looking up.

In mid-air, someone appeared out of nowhere—an old Daoist priest, wearing a faded old robe and with graying temples.

On the Celestial Master’s Mansion of Mount Longhu side, the disciples looked at each other in bewilderment, and then an uproar broke out.

"That's... Li Mo?"

"Which Li Mo? It can't be that Li Mo who sweeps the floor in the outer sect, can it?"

"It's him, it's him! I've seen him at the door several times, he's always sitting there with a broom!"

"How can he fly? Didn't he even manage to stand firmly in the Mind-Clearing Realm?"

The head of the manor, Zhou Xuanzhen, was also stunned. Of course, he recognized this old servant, one of the most inconspicuous people in the Celestial Masters' Mansion.

At this moment, the figure was suspended in mid-air, without emitting the slightest aura, yet it gave people the feeling that the entire sky was pressing down on him.

Zhou Xuanzhen's eyelids twitched suddenly, and a thought rose in his mind, but he dared not think about it, or rather, he dared not believe it.

The allied forces below the mountain also fell silent.

Tens of thousands of people looked up at the old Daoist priest who had inexplicably appeared in mid-air, wondering what kind of magic he was using.

At the front of the army, the Demon Lord's avatar stood with his hands behind his back, glancing up at the scene.

His gaze swept over Li Mo, and the composed smile on his face deepened, carrying undisguised mockery.

He turned to the demonic cultivator beside him and said, "An old codger at the first realm dares to block our way? Is the Celestial Master’s Mansion of Mount Longhu truly deserted?"

The demonic cultivator beside him chuckled obsequiously, "He's probably scared out of his wits, flying up here to die on his own."

The Demon Lord's clone shook his head, too lazy to even bother with him anymore.

He raised his hand, about to order the army to continue their charge and flatten that reckless old fool along with the entire Longhu Mountain.

But he stopped abruptly halfway up his hand.

In mid-air, the old Daoist priest spoke.

His voice was soft, even a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.

But the sound reached everyone's ears clearly, as if it had fallen from the sky.

"For decades, I've been sweeping the yard, guarding the gate, and running errands for people. You call me Li Mo, and I truly have been Li Mo for a long time."

He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the massive, dark army below the mountain, then over the astonished faces of the Celestial Masters' Mansion behind him, finally settling on the Demon Lord's avatar. "Li Mo, it's indeed time to do something."

He raised his hand and slowly unbuttoned the collar of his old Daoist robe.

Without channeling internal energy or performing hand seals, he simply released a small portion of what had been suppressed.

The pressure from the Great Celestial Master Realm was like an overturned ocean, only a trace of it leaked out.

Boom!

The air within a radius of dozens of miles suddenly seemed to sink. All the disciples of the Celestial Masters' Mansion's Mansion, from the Mansion Master to the newly initiated novice disciples, involuntarily knelt down.

It wasn't that they wanted to kneel; rather, their bodies instinctively submitted to that faint aura.

The tens of thousands of soldiers below the mountain collapsed in droves, their warhorses neighing and kneeling, their banners snapping in pieces.

Those demonic experts and elders of the Demon Sects were all ashen-faced and trembling, unable to even lift their heads.

The Demon Lord's clone's smile finally froze on his face.