Striking Down the Demon Venerable's Eldest Disciple in an Instant

Zhou Xuanzhen's expression changed, and before he could react, streaks of blood-red light suddenly rose from all directions, sealing off the entire village completely.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of demonic cultivators emerged from the shadows, their numbers several times that of the people from the Celestial Masters' Mansion.

The leader was clad in dark red blood armor, his face half-obscured by a cloud of black mist, yet his aura was extremely arrogant.

He emerged from the demonic cultivation world, each step he took feeling as if he were treading on people's hearts.

The aura of the Peak Stage of the Seventh Realm was completely undisguised, like a mountain pressing down or a sea of blood overflowing.

Zhou Xuanzhen and the other True Persons changed color at the same time. The strongest among them was only at the Middle Stage the Seventh Realm, and had not made any further progress for many years.

But this young man before them had already reached a height they could never achieve in their entire lives.

"He's the eldest disciple of the Demon Lord of the Blood Motian Sect!" Zhao Qingxuan suddenly exclaimed, "You... you're the son of Blood-Hand Mara from back then?!"

The Demon Lord's eldest disciple tilted his head, revealing a dark red eye behind the black mist, its coldness chilling. "That's right, my father was the Blood-Hand Mara who died at the hands of your Celestial Masters' Mansion. Today, I've come to collect this debt from you."

"Your father was utterly depraved, murdering countless innocent people to practice evil arts. My Celestial Masters' Mansion killed him to rid the people of a scourge!" Sun Xuanzhao roared angrily.

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord's eldest disciple laughed loudly, but there was no joy in his laughter, only a deep-seated hatred.

"Hypocritical! What a fine way to claim to be acting on behalf of Heaven and eliminating evil!" His eyes were bloodshot, and his body was filled with surging demonic energy. "You righteous people, full of benevolence and morality, readily slaughter entire families of demons, not even sparing unsuspecting women, children, and the elderly."

Do you know how my father treated me, how he treated my mother? No matter how bad he was, he was still my father!

After he was killed by you, my mother and I suffered endless scorn and were left to wander the streets. My mother died of depression, and I lived like a stray dog.

Today, I will use the lives of you hypocrites to appease the spirits of my parents in heaven!

After he finished speaking, he no longer held back and suddenly leaped up.

The demonic energy at the Peak Stage of the Seventh Realm exploded, like a demon god crawling out of a sea of blood, rushing straight towards the people of the Celestial Masters' Mansion.

The manor lord Zhou Xuanzhen and several True Immortals fought back with all their might, but as soon as they clashed, they were forced to retreat repeatedly.

Their strongest were only at the Middle Stage of the Seventh Realm, and under such demonic power, they couldn't even withstand three moves before being knocked away one by one.

The golden light scattered, the talisman shattered, blood gushed from his mouth, and he was in a sorry state.

"Lord of the Manor!"

Elder Zhao!

The disciples who followed cried out in surprise, but none of them dared to step forward.

The Demon Lord's eldest disciple roared to the sky, his demonic energy condensing into a blade, which he slashed down at Zhou Xuanzhen, who was lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Just then, a faint golden light shot out from the side, striking the demonic blade squarely.

The golden light appeared light and airy, yet it contained unimaginable power of Thunder Method.

With a "whoosh," the demonic blade was jolted and deflected several feet. The Demon Lord's eldest disciple felt his entire arm go numb and staggered back two steps.

He was terrified and turned his head sharply to look in the direction from which the golden light came.

There were only a few young Daoist priests who were terrified. Chen Du stood at the back of the crowd, his face showing the same panic as the others, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

No one knew that the golden light he had just unleashed was from a flick of his finger, without using even a fraction of his strength.

Who is it?

The Demon Lord's eldest disciple was filled with shock and anger, but that power also instilled in him a primal fear.

That was pure, righteous heavenly lightning power, so high in quality that it even subtly suppressed the demonic energy within his body.

He gritted his teeth, knowing that there was probably a powerful figure present today, and if he continued to argue, he wouldn't come out on top.

"Consider yourselves lucky!"

He flicked his sleeve fiercely, unleashing a swirling wave of demonic energy that swept away like a black wind, abandoning even the demonic disciples and leaving behind only heavily injured elders of the Celestial Masters' Mansion and a scene of utter devastation.

The remaining demonic disciples were also extremely panicked and retreated in droves.

Zhou Xuanzhen was helped up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He still stared blankly in the direction the demon had fled, muttering, "Which senior... came to my aid?"

The crowd looked at each other, but no one could answer. Chen Du remained standing at the back of the crowd, looking as disheveled as everyone else.

However, his right hand was still slightly bent.

At the fingertips, there was a very faint golden light, like the flickering flame of a candle.

When the disciples helped the several masters up from the ground, their faces were frighteningly pale.

Blood trickled from Zhou Xuanzhen's lips, but his eyes remained fixed on the direction where the demon had disappeared, his fingers trembling. "We... almost all died here."

Zhang Shouyi clutched his chest, his voice weak. "That golden light just now was definitely not from our power. Was it from that person?"

"Could it be... that mysterious person again?" Zhao Qingxuan murmured, his eyes still filled with shock. "But why does this person make moves so many times, yet never show himself? Who exactly is he?"

Among the disciples behind them, Chen Du stood there, his face as pale as the others, as if he had been greatly frightened by the demonic power just now.

But no one noticed that this unassuming Daoist priest's pupils remained completely calm.

What remains here is merely a false body formed from golden light and Dao Resonance, even its aura is perfectly simulated.

His true form had already transformed into a faint golden light, chasing after the Demon Lord's eldest disciple.

Dozens of miles away, the Demon Lord's eldest disciple was fleeing with all his might.

His blood was churning, and his face was extremely pale.

That attack was terrifying. The golden light was so light, yet it almost caused all the demonic energy in his body to dissipate. This was definitely not the kind of power that any True Person from the Celestial Masters' Mansion could unleash.

"Damn it, how could the Celestial Master’s Mansion of Mount Longhu still have such a person!" He cursed as he fled, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Just then, the world suddenly fell silent.

The wind stopped, the leaves stopped moving, and even his heartbeat felt as if something was pressing down on it, making each beat extremely difficult.

An indescribable aura converged from all directions, like a sky pressing down directly.

The Demon Lord's eldest disciple stood frozen in place, unable even to turn around.

He felt as if his body had been submerged in a bottomless abyss of ice, and all his demonic energy and cultivation were rendered powerless in the face of this aura, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

His eyes widened, and he squeezed out a few words: "Celestial Master... Heavenly Master Realm!"

That realm he thought no longer existed now weighed heavily on his head.

He struggled frantically, screaming desperately, "Impossible! How could this be? The Celestial Master’s Mansion of Mount Longhu hasn't had Celestial Master for a long time! This is impossible! Who are you? Come out! Come out!"

Then, a very ordinary pebble flew up from the roadside, as if someone had casually flicked it, and flew lightly towards him.

The Demon Lord's eldest disciple instinctively tried to block, forming hand seals and condensing demonic energy into a blood shield.

But when the pebble struck the blood shield, it only made a very light "crack" sound. The shield shattered, but the pebble continued its momentum, piercing through his throat and exiting from the back of his neck, leaving a thin line of blood.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; his eyes remained open, filled with horror and resentment.

He died without ever knowing who killed him.

The wind was still blowing, swirling up a few withered yellow leaves that fell onto his body.

After a long while, a very faint shadow emerged from the woods and stood beside the corpse.

Chen Du stood beside the gradually cooling corpse and glanced down at it.

The Demon Lord's eldest disciple died with his eyes still open, his pupils still reflecting the horror and resentment he felt before his death.

He died without ever knowing who killed him.

You are not worthy to see me.

Chen Du's voice was flat.

After saying that, he squatted down and placed a palm on the top of the corpse's head.

The Soul-Searching Technique was activated, and the remnant soul of the Demon Lord's eldest disciple struggled violently in his sea of consciousness, but how could it possibly withstand Chen Du's Heavenly Master Realm cultivation?

In a short while, countless fragmented memories flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

The Blood Motian Sect's scheme, the planning of this ambush, and the list of demonic cultivators involved were all clearly revealed.

What caught Chen Du's attention most was a seemingly ordinary scene.

A figure dressed in a Daoist robe from the Celestial Masters' Mansion's Mansion stood in a dark, dense forest, conversing in hushed tones with the Demon Lord's eldest disciple.

The two didn't say much, but their meaning was clear... The Celestial Masters' Mansion's patrol route, the time to descend the mountain, and even the specific time the village requested help this time were all sent out by this person.

The man's surname was Sun, and his given name was Sun Yuanzhao. He was the head of the Punishment Hall of the Celestial Masters' Mansion.

Chen Du withdrew his hand, his expression as calm as an ancient well.

He slowly stood up and glanced in the direction of the Celestial Masters' Mansion.

The night wind blew, stirring up the withered leaves on the ground and also lifting a corner of his Daoist robe.

Sun Yuanzhao, the head of the Punishment Hall, one of the most powerful and least likely to be suspected people in the mansion, was actually a spy planted by the demonic sect in the Celestial Masters' Mansion.

No wonder the disciples of the Celestial Masters' Mansion have been ambushed repeatedly when they went down the mountain to exorcise demons over the years, and the whereabouts of the elders have always been known to the demonic cultivators in advance.

It turns out that the root of the problem was always in the mountain, and it was hidden very deep.

Chen Du didn't rush back. He looked up at the sky; there was no moon, and the stars were sparse.

He let out a soft breath, burying the secret deep in his heart.

We already know who the spy is, so there's no rush.

It's time to stir up the waters of the Celestial Masters' Mansion.