"Brother Chu is right. Blood Saber King Qi died long ago—how could he possibly revive again? And this talk of ghosts and monsters is even more absurd." Bai Ruoxue was not surprised that Chu Jiang had seen through it.
If not for that life-saving item the sect master had given her, this man's strength might not have been beneath hers.
"Blood Saber did not pursue those who left the altar. It seems he cannot leave it, which is at least good news for us." Liu Guangwu let out a breath of relief. If Blood Saber could leave the altar, then even if he was not in the Vajra Realm, he was still not someone people like them could withstand.
Before his death, Blood Saber had already been comparable to the Vajra Realm. After being dead for so many years, even if he had weakened, he could still run rampant among innate-level fighters. It would be difficult for people like them to fight him.
Everyone nodded in succession. This was the best news they could have hoped for.
"That damned Blood Saber—he can't even rest in peace after dying. Damn it!" A bald burly man slammed his fist into the ground. His younger brother had just been cut in half by Blood Saber.
If he had been strong enough, he truly would have charged into the altar and killed Blood Saber.
"Humph!"
Blood Saber took a step forward and pressed his hand against a spot on the altar. A burst of mechanical grinding rang out, and the stone wall behind the altar suddenly opened.
A fierce demon aura swept forth, and a massive tiger demon strode out.
"Not good, demons!"
The tiger demon's entire body gleamed with black luster. Its face was black as ink, and only those flame-burning eyes revealed its presence.
A long bone spike grew from its tail, white as snow, seemingly containing some unknown power.
Despair filled everyone's hearts. No wonder they had traveled here without obstruction and encountered not a single demon on Black Tiger Mountain. So they had been waiting for them here.
"One, two, three... thirteen!"
Chu Jiang counted them one by one, his face brimming with excitement. Five Nether Rank demons and eight Void Rank demons.
There were not only tiger demons among them, but several pig demons as well.
This time, he was going to strike it rich.
Compared to Blood Saber, these demons mattered more to him.
"It's over, it's over! Master Chu, I'm afraid we're going to die here today!" Lu Feiyang was nearly crying. They had come for treasure, yet they had walked straight into a demon's lair.
There were several Nether Rank demons here.
No wonder his father had refused to let him leave home. Had his father already known there was something strange here?
Father, I should never have disobeyed you.
Liu Guangwu found the whining unbearable and slapped Lu Feiyang, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
"My young master Lu, keep babbling and I'll throw you to the demons as a snack!"
The thought of more than a dozen demons charging at them at once was terrifying enough.
The black tiger demon at the front was the fastest. In the blink of an eye, it pounced on a lone Rogue Cultivator.
"Ah..."
The lone Rogue Cultivator screamed miserably. He was knocked down in an instant, caught in the tiger's jaws, his whole body drenched in blood.
Everyone was horrified.
The black tiger demon did not eat him. Instead, it threw him onto the altar.
The altar was already covered with corpses, blood staining the ground. Through the altar's unique grooves, the blood flowed toward some unknown place.
In the end, it gathered upon Blood Saber King Qi, and his complexion gradually became ruddy.
Chu Jiang's expression shifted slightly as he roared, "Everyone, gather together!"
"No one else can die. Once Blood Saber has gathered enough blood, I'm afraid he'll be able to step off the altar!"
"I'll take the leading tiger demon and that gray stupid pig. You three hold off the remaining innate demons first. Once I deal with them, I'll come help you!"
Whoosh!
He drew his saber like lightning, his body launching off the ground as he slashed at the gray-skinned pig demon.
The situation was urgent. He no longer hid his strength.
Among the five innate demons present, the black tiger demon and the gray-skinned pig demon were the strongest. They were the leaders of the tiger demon and pig demon clans respectively.
One had reached the peak of Nether Rank, while the other was at late Nether Rank.
He would hold down the two strongest. As for the other three Fiend Tier demons, the three of them could each take one. If they still could not hold them back, they were truly useless.
Only innate martial artists could barely contend with Nether Rank demons. If such demons fell among acquired martial artists, it would only become a one-sided slaughter.
He did not want all the Demon Hunters he had brought to die here.
Blood Demon Hand, Elder Yun of the Yellow Robe Gang, and Bai Ruoxue of the Hundred Flowers Sect said nothing after hearing this. They rushed out at once, each restraining a Nether Rank demon.
The strongest demons had been blocked by the government's people. What else could they say?
At this moment of life and death, only by standing united against the enemy could they seize a sliver of life.
"Brat, you dare call your Grandfather Pig a stupid pig? Today, I'll skin you alive!"
The gray-skinned pig demon's enormous pig head shook, and several drops of fat actually dripped down. It swung its nine-jointed bone staff, Killing Intent surging thickly from it as it smashed toward Chu Jiang's saber at extreme speed.
Chu Jiang anticipated the gray-skinned pig demon's attack path. With a step, he transformed into a gust-like shadow and evaded the staff's assault. At the same time, his saber turned sideways, carving a lightning arc through his hand as it slashed straight for the pig demon's throat.
Yet the demon's reaction was just as swift. The staff withdrew and swept upward horizontally.
But Chu Jiang's saber stance changed again, unleashing three slashes in rapid succession.
Every slash carried immense force. The Hegemon's Path power made the gray-skinned pig demon's fingers go numb and its chest quake violently. Each slash was stronger than the last, leaving it unable to parry.
When the third slash seemed poised to cut for the demon's throat, it changed again, hacking toward the demon's right arm. The demon had only just let out a scream—
A pale golden palm blasted toward the demon's chest like lightning. The first move of the Great Vajra Palm erupted at full power, terrifying monstrous strength surging into the demon's body in an instant.
Great Vajra Palm!
That violently tyrannical force nearly shattered all the gray-skinned pig demon's internal organs.
Before the gray-skinned pig demon could recover, Chu Jiang swung his saber down in a howling gale, carrying an aura that suppressed all demons.
The blade was like a shadow, swift as wind, domineering as a mountain.
A fat pig head rolled to the ground. Where it rolled, it dragged out a long trail of blood. Maggots occasionally sprang from its brain matter, a ghastly sight.
Blood pulp still gushed from its severed neck, scattering in several directions.
Even at death, the gray-skinned pig demon had been thinking of how to counterattack. But Chu Jiang's saber was simply too fast, and its force too heavy. Before it could react, it had already gone to the Nine Springs.
Blood still dripped from the saber, its scarlet hue terrifying.
[Nether Rank pig demon, pig demon leader, cultivated for one hundred and forty-one years, ninety years of lifespan remaining] [Demon Lifespan: ninety-seven years]
"Was that the Demon Suppressing Saber Technique at perfection?"
"No... it was the Demon Suppressing Saber Technique at the transformed realm!"
Liu Guangwu's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. Chu Jiang's strength had once again overturned everything he thought he knew.
For any martial art, cultivation to perfection was already the limit.
As for the transformed realm, it could be encountered only by chance, never sought. Unless one possessed extraordinary martial talent, one would need to spend decades, perhaps even a century, painstakingly studying a single martial art before having a chance to advance.
The Demon Suppressing Saber Technique was already extremely formidable at perfection. Once it entered the transformed realm, its saber stances became unceasing and endlessly varied, each blow carrying crushing force that was difficult to withstand.
As far as he knew, Li Feng, the previous Head of the Demon Hunting Office, had only cultivated the Demon Suppressing Saber Technique to perfection. One could imagine just how difficult it was to enter the transformed realm.
The surviving people rejoiced at the sight.
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