One Sword Strike Kills an Eleventh Realm Fiend
The Eleventh Realm demon looked at the old jailer on the stone steps, his lips slowly parting to reveal a set of gleaming white teeth.
He turned to look at the group of demons behind him, their faces equally mocking, then turned back, his voice hoarse and playful. "The people of the Divine Prison Bureau are utterly pathetic. Even those at the Tenth Realm are lying on the ground, coughing up blood. What's an old janitor doing here?"
He chuckled, a laugh that echoed down the corridor, carrying the corrosive and decaying aura unique to the Demon Realm. "Trying to be a hero? Want to die? Or are you just getting senile, not even knowing how to run?"
He raised his hand, and the Demon Luo Eroding Heaven Law condensed into a dark purple palm of light in his palm, as casually as if he were swatting a fly.
The moment the palm of light landed, the air hissed as it was corroded by the aura of the Demon Realm.
He didn't even bother to look at the old jailer a second time; in his mind, one slap would leave the old man with not even a bone fragment.
But the moment the palm struck, the old jailer moved.
He simply straightened his back, his hunched back straightening inch by inch, his gray hair turning black inch by inch from tip to root, the wrinkles on his face receding like the tide, and his thin limbs stretching out in the blink of an eye.
The elderly jailer disappeared, replaced by a handsome young man with fair skin.
Old Zhou's faded old robe still hung loosely on his body, yet it exuded an inexplicable chill when worn by this young man.
The demon's smile froze, and the demons behind him also stopped laughing wildly, their eyes widening as if they had seen a ghost.
What shocked them even more was the aura emanating from the young man— Eleventh Realm, Martial Arts Master Realm!
That aura surged like an ocean receding, like the sky collapsing; it was released for only a moment, yet it caused the Demon Realm energy throughout the entire corridor to become stagnant.
The demon's pupils constricted sharply; he sensed it.
This young man was in the same rank as him.
Moreover, she's stronger than him.
It's even stronger than his Peak Stage state after borrowing the power of the Demon Realm.
Chen Du didn't give him time to react. He flipped his right hand, and a jet-black longsword appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The Tenth Tier divine sword had dark blue runes flowing across its blade, and its edge gleamed with a cold light.
His grip on the sword was casual, as if he were holding an Old Zhou's pipe.
Then he unleashed a sword strike, the Soul Devouring's Wrath Sixth Layer.
With the Bury Heaven, Extinguish Earth as the core, the Netherworld Prison Soul Devouring Spirit Suppression as the auxiliary, and the Heaven's Wrath First Layer as the guide, All Laws Return to Devouring.
Where the sword flashed, there was no roar, no shockwave, only a bottomless darkness.
The darkness descended like Eternal Night, like Bury Heaven, Extinguish Earth. Wherever it passed, demonic energy dissipated, and demons crumbled. Before they could even scream, they were swallowed into that silent abyss.
The dozen or so demons who charged forward were instantly reduced to nothingness in the flash of the sword light.
The Eleventh Realm demon lord exerted all his strength to activate the Demon Luo Eroding Heaven Law, and dark purple demonic energy condensed into a thick shield in front of him.
But the moment the sword light touched the shield, the shield shattered like thin ice.
The sword light pierced his chest, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the stone wall at the end of the corridor.
The stone wall collapsed with a roar, burying him halfway up in the rubble.
He spat out a mouthful of black blood and struggled to get up, but the wound in his chest was so deep that the bone was visible. The Demon Luo Eroding Heaven Law was running rampant in his body, and the backlash made it difficult for him to even breathe.
The corridor fell silent.
The remaining demons stood frozen in place, their faces still bearing the traces of their earlier maniacal laughter, though those smiles were now distorted beyond recognition.
Some people's legs buckled and they knelt down; others turned to run, but their legs trembled and they couldn't take a step.
Chen Du, carrying his sword, descended the stone steps one by one, his feet making a soft sound as he stepped on the remains of the demons crushed by the sword light.
He walked up to the Eleventh Realm demon and looked down at him.
The demon tilted its head back, its dark purple pupils filled with horror and resentment.
He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of black blood gushed from his throat.
"Who... who are you...?"
Chen Du did not answer; he simply raised his sword slowly.
The Eleventh Realm demon looked up, its dark purple pupils filled with horror and resentment.
He opened his mouth, a mouthful of black blood gushing from his throat, his voice hoarse and trembling. "You... who exactly are you... how could someone like you possibly exist in the Divine Prison..."
Chen Du looked down at him, the tip of the Tenth Tier divine sword in his hand still dripping with dark purple blood.
He spoke, his voice flat, as if answering an ordinary question, "Just an old jailer guarding the Divine Prison."
The demon was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
An old jailer, an old jailer.
Tens of thousands of years ago, he entered the Eleventh Realm and slaughtered countless sects and devoured the souls of countless powerful figures. Back then, it took three Eleventh Realm cultivators and a complete ancient sealing formation to suppress him.
But now, an "old jailer" stands before him, shattering the Demon Realm power he borrowed with a single sword strike and dispersing the Demon Luo Eroding Heaven Law he had accumulated over tens of thousands of years with a single palm strike.
He suddenly found it absurd. Absurd to the point of being laughable.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Chen Du had already raised his sword.
"Wait... wait! I surrender! I can tell you the secrets of the Demon Realm! I know a lot--"
His voice abruptly stopped.
Chen Du's sword fell, its light piercing the man's brow. The power of the Bury Heaven, Extinguish Earth Law poured in through the wound, crushing his soul, body, and foundation of the laws.
Before the demon could even struggle, he was transformed into countless dark purple fragments of light, slowly dissipating into the darkness of the corridor.
Chen Du sheathed the Tenth Tier divine sword, stood in place, and closed his eyes briefly.
The life of that demon lord unfolded rapidly in his mind.
The demon's real name is Yuan Ming, and he is a Demon Realm- human, half-demon.
Abandoned as a child, he struggled to survive in the cracks of society.
He cultivated for eight thousand years to reach the Peak Stage the Tenth Realm, and then spent another ten thousand years comprehending the Demon Luo Eroding Heaven Law, stepping into the Eleventh Realm.
But the first thing he did after entering the Eleventh Realm was to return to the human world and slaughter the city that had driven him away years before.
The entire city was wiped out, not a single person was spared.
For thousands of years thereafter, he wandered between the human and Demon Realms, destroying more than a dozen sects, devouring the souls of tens of thousands of cultivators, and even consuming the souls of mortals.
He once drained the fortune of a small country overnight, causing the entire kingdom to be plagued by plagues and natural disasters for three years, ultimately leading to its destruction and extinction.
Some of the souls he devoured became nourishment for his cultivation, some were refined into demonic artifacts, and some were forever trapped in the depths of his consciousness, wailing day and night, unable to break free even tens of thousands of years later.
Chen Du slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
Deep within his consciousness, White Qi surged in like a tide.
Three million years. Rich, heavy, carrying tens of thousands of years of accumulated sins and resentment.
He roughly calculated that this White Qi was enough to save him decades of hard work.
The remaining demons in the corridor had completely collapsed.
Some people knelt on the ground, some huddled in the corner, and some turned and ran, frantically fleeing towards the seventeenth floor.
They ran back to their cells, locked the bars themselves, wrapped the talisman chains back around their bodies, and crouched in a corner, trembling.
They were so obedient, as if they had never escaped at all.
The White Qi that he received from these slain peerless demons amounted to a full 3 million!
That adds up to over 6 million!