Mastering the Nine Heavens Demonic Energy!

Chapter 38: Mastering the Nine Heavens Demonic Energy!

In the waters off Wudi City, after Wang Ritain's seven astonishingly powerful strikes.

Aside from Wang Xianzhi, who still stood calmly on the sea, everyone else was left rooted to the spot, stunned by the overwhelming aura Wang Ritain had unleashed. Cao Changqing stared at Wang Ritain on the sea, his eyes filled with shock and awe. He murmured, "Wang Ritain is like a demon god descended upon the world. If an immortal came down, I'm afraid this demon he's manifested would tear them apart with ease." His voice trembled slightly, clearly shaken by the power Wang Ritain had displayed.

The dense demonic energy, carrying a chilling demonic intent, spread outward like a surging tide. Everyone felt an invisible pressure bearing down on them, leaving them almost unable to breathe. With no other choice, they were forced to retreat again and again, until at last they had to take shelter inside the city to feel even a little safer. After swinging his seven strikes, Wang Ritain seemed to have reached the end of his strength. His body trembled slightly, and his breathing grew ragged. Yet the demonic energy around him only grew heavier, burning like a mass of black flames, as if it would devour the entire world. Xuanyuan Dapan stood inside the city, his heart pounding as he looked at Wang Ritain, a profound fear welling up within him. Wang Xianzhi's expression also grew grave. He knew that Wang Ritain was no longer an opponent he could afford to underestimate.

Wang Xianzhi did not stop there. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. He swept both hands outward, and a tremendous force surged into the East Sea. In an instant, the seawater seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, then crashed down toward Wang Ritain once more. The enormous wave, like a moving mountain, swallowed him completely. Seeing this, everyone cried out in alarm, convinced that Wang Ritain could no longer resist and was certain to die.

Huang Longshi, however, furrowed his brow, determination in his eyes. He fixed his gaze on the sea and thought, Wang Ritain's fate has always been impossible to read. He won't be defeated so easily. Huang Longshi had unwavering faith in his divination, and he was certain Wang Ritain was still alive.

As everyone debated, the demonic energy in the sky suddenly began to contract, slowly sinking into the depths of the sea. Then Wang Ritain's figure gradually emerged. The demonic energy around him was so dense it seemed almost solid, like black armor wrapped tightly around him. His voice was hoarse and cold, as if it came from the depths of the underworld. "Wang Xianzhi, do you think this is enough to defeat me?" His words carried such chill that everyone felt a shiver run through them.

Wang Ritain's appearance had become utterly horrifying. Strange red light flickered in his eyes, veins bulged across his face, and a chilling aura radiated from him. The demonic energy surrounding him had surpassed the limits of the mortal world. As they stared at him, everyone wondered whether Wang Ritain might truly be a demon descended upon the world. For the first time, Wang Xianzhi showed a trace of unease. The cultivation method Wang Ritain practices is too sinister. It should never have appeared in this world.

Wang Ritain walked toward Wang Xianzhi one step at a time. With each step, the demonic energy vaporized the seawater beneath his feet, turning it into white mist. The demonic energy around him rolled and shifted with uncanny agility, deftly neutralizing Wang Xianzhi's double-palm strike. Wang Ritain chanted, "Through the ages, a long howl rushes past; gods and demons are measured in the space between fingers." As he spoke, the demonic energy around him surged higher, gathering into a pillar that shot straight into the heavens. In an instant, Wang Ritain unleashed the full power of the Summoning Demon Scripture. Commanding the Nine Heavens Demonic Energy, he accelerated dramatically, becoming a streak of black lightning as he charged toward Wang Xianzhi.

Wang Ritain suddenly thrust out a palm. It contained such tremendous power that all of Wudi City trembled. The people inside felt the ground beneath their feet shake violently, as if an earthquake had struck. Their faces changed, and they hurriedly circulated their true qi, doing everything they could to withstand the force. Yet it was so powerful that even working together, they could barely hold on. Wang Xianzhi, meanwhile, remained immovable, his gaze fixed firmly on Wang Ritain.

Seeing this, Wang Xianzhi turned his palm into a blade and clashed with Wang Ritain. The two figures raced across the sea, air and demonic energy colliding again and again with thunderous booms. Each collision churned the East Sea into towering waves that rushed toward Wudi City. The Twelve Martial Slaves and Yu Xinlang paled at the sight. They knew how devastating the waves would be; if they struck the city, the consequences would be unimaginable. They quickly joined forces and unleashed powerful techniques, barely managing to protect the city walls.

The longer Wang Ritain fought, the more frenzied he became. Wounds appeared across his body, and blood stained his clothes, but he seemed not to notice, as though he felt no pain. The Nine Heavens Demonic Energy within him was so powerful that Wang Xianzhi's true qi could not tear through his defenses. He could only manage to wound Wang Ritain in the brief moments when they clashed.

Wang Ritain suddenly slashed with his blade. The strike was astonishingly powerful, tearing apart both of Wang Xianzhi's sleeves. Wang Xianzhi's expression shifted slightly. He knew Wang Ritain's strength far exceeded his expectations. Wang Ritain pushed the Summoning Demon Scripture to its utmost limit, and the demonic energy around him grew ever more violent, as though it would destroy the entire world.

Wang Ritain suddenly leaped out of the center of the battle. Holding his long blade, he pointed it at Wang Xianzhi and shouted, "Wang Xianzhi, I have one strike. Tell me, do you dare take it?" Wang Xianzhi paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Hahahaha! Wang Ritain, bring it on!" Wang Ritain took a deep breath and drew all the demonic energy around him back into his body. The long blade in his hand began to shake violently, cracks appearing along its length. Yet as the cracks formed, the blade began to emanate an even more terrifying aura.