Wielding the Nine Heavens Demonic Energy!

Chapter 38: Harnessing the Nine Heavens Demonic Energy!

Outside Wudi City, in the sea, after Wang Ritain's astonishingly powerful seven strikes.

Except for Wang Xianzhi, who still stood calmly on the sea's surface, everyone else was frozen in place, stunned by Wang Ritain's immense aura. Cao Changqing gazed at Wang Ritain on the sea, his eyes filled with shock and reverence. He murmured, "This Wang Ritain, at this moment, is like a demon god descended. If an immortal were to appear, they would likely be torn apart by the demonic fiend he has conjured." His voice trembled slightly, clearly deeply shaken by the power Wang Ritain had displayed.

The dense demonic energy, carrying chilling demonic thoughts, spread outwards like a surging tide. Everyone felt an invisible pressure bearing down on them, making it difficult to breathe. Helpless, they were forced to retreat further and further, eventually having to withdraw into the city for a semblance of safety. After unleashing his seven strikes, Wang Ritain appeared to be at the end of his strength, his body trembling slightly, his breathing becoming erratic. However, the demonic energy around him grew even more potent, like a ball of black flame burning fiercely, seemingly intent on devouring the entire world. Xuanyuan Dapan stood within the city, his heart pounding wildly. He looked at Wang Ritain, a deep fear welling up within him. Wang Xianzhi's expression also turned grave. He knew all too well that the Wang Ritain before him was no longer an opponent to be easily underestimated.

Wang Xianzhi did not stop there; a decisive glint flashed in his eyes. He abruptly waved his hands, and a surge of immense power poured into the East Sea. Instantly, the seawater, as if lifted by an unseen hand, pressed down upon Wang Ritain once more. The colossal waves, like a moving mountain peak, completely submerged Wang Ritain. Witnessing this, everyone cried out in alarm, believing Wang Ritain was powerless to resist and doomed to die.

However, Huang Longshi's brow furrowed, a hint of determination in his eyes. He stared intently at the sea, thinking to himself, "This Wang Ritain's fortune has always been elusive. He wouldn't be defeated so easily." Huang Longshi had unwavering faith in his divination arts, and he was convinced Wang Ritain was still alive.

Just as the crowd buzzed with discussion, the demonic energy in the sky suddenly began to contract, slowly merging into the seabed. Following this, Wang Ritain's figure slowly reappeared. The demonic energy surrounding him was so dense it seemed almost solid, like a layer of black armor tightly encasing him. His voice was hoarse and chilling, as if from the deepest abyss: "Wang Xianzhi, you think this is enough to defeat me?" The voice carried an endless chill, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

Wang Ritain's appearance became terrifying. His eyes glowed with an eerie red light, veins bulged on his face, and an intimidating aura emanated from him. The demonic energy around him far surpassed the limits of the mortal realm. Gazing at him, everyone wondered if Wang Ritain was truly a demon incarnate. Wang Xianzhi looked at Wang Ritain, a flicker of unease appearing in his eyes for the first time. He mused inwardly, "The cultivation technique Wang Ritain practices is too sinister; it should not exist in this world."

Wang Ritain walked towards Wang Xianzhi step by step. With each stride, the seawater beneath his feet evaporated, turning into a white mist due to the demonic energy. The demonic energy around him churned dynamically, skillfully neutralizing Wang Xianzhi's dual-palm attack. Wang Ritain chanted, "Eternal aeons pass with a long cry, divine and demonic illusions measured between the fingers." As he chanted, the demonic energy around him surged, converging into a pillar of energy that shot straight into the heavens. In an instant, Wang Ritain unleashed the full power of the Summoning Demon Scripture. Harnessing the Nine Heavens Demonic Energy, his speed increased dramatically, and he charged towards Wang Xianzhi like a bolt of black lightning.

Wang Ritain suddenly struck out with his palm, a blow imbued with immense power that caused the entire Wudi City to tremble. Those within the city felt the ground beneath them shake violently, as if an earthquake had struck. Their faces changed drastically, and they quickly channeled their true qi, desperately resisting the force. However, the power was too immense; even with their combined efforts, they could only barely hold on. Wang Xianzhi, however, remained unmoving, his gaze firm as he stared intently at Wang Ritain.

Seeing this, Wang Xianzhi formed his palm into a blade and engaged Wang Ritain in battle. Their figures moved rapidly across the sea's surface, air and demonic energy colliding with explosive roars. Each clash churned the East Sea's waters into violent surges, creating massive tsunamis that crashed towards Wudi City. The Twelve Martial Slaves and Yu Xinlang's faces turned pale. They knew the destructive power of these tsunamis and the dire consequences if they struck Wudi City. Thus, they quickly joined forces, unleashing powerful techniques to barely protect the city walls.

The more Wang Ritain fought, the more frenzied he became. Wounds appeared on his body, and blood stained his clothes. Yet, he seemed oblivious, as if he felt no pain. The Nine Heavens Demonic Energy around him was too potent; Wang Xianzhi's true qi struggled to pierce his defenses, only managing to wound Wang Ritain during their collisions.

Wang Ritain suddenly unleashed a saber strike, its power astonishing, directly shredding Wang Xianzhi's sleeves. Wang Xianzhi's expression shifted slightly. He knew Wang Ritain's strength far exceeded his imagination. Wang Ritain pushed the Summoning Demon Scripture to its limit, the demonic energy around him growing increasingly violent, as if intent on destroying the entire world.

Wang Ritain suddenly leaped out of the center of the battle, holding his long saber aloft and pointing it at Wang Xianzhi. He shouted, "Wang Xianzhi, I have one strike. Do you dare to receive it?" Wang Xianzhi was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter. "Hahahaha, Wang Ritain, bring it on!" Hearing this, Wang Ritain took a deep breath, drawing all the demonic energy back into his body. The long saber in his hand began to vibrate violently, cracks appearing on its blade. However, as these cracks formed, the saber emanated an even more terrifying aura.