The Thirty-Six Immortals Slain!

The Thirty-Six Immortals Slain!

Zhao Huangchao and the other Celestial Masters were ashen-faced, their hearts full of regret. They had originally planned to use Dragon Tiger Mountain's deep reserves to suppress Wang Ritain, but only now, after seeing his power with their own eyes, did they realize how foolish they had been. Now they were caught in a bind, with every avenue of retreat cut off. They could only steel themselves to face this being, who was like a demon god.

Wang Ritain's demonic self strode toward the peaks of Dragon Tiger Mountain, each step heavy and powerful. The earth trembled beneath his feet as though it could barely bear the weight. A terrifying pressure, like an invisible mountain, instantly engulfed all of Dragon Tiger Mountain. The Taoists on the mountain were horrified, their faces pale as paper and their legs trembling. Some even collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with despair and terror.

Zhao Huangchao forced down his fear and tried to buy time by drawing on Dragon Tiger Mountain's fortune. He shouted himself hoarse, "Everyone, hold steady! If we can just last a little longer, Wang Ritain will surely run out of strength!" But his words still echoed in the air when Wang Ritain's demonic blade was already raised high. Demonic energy roiled across its surface, as if it had gathered all the darkness and evil in the world.

Boom! The demonic blade crashed down with the force of a mountain bearing down, unstoppable. Under that single strike, Dragon Tiger Mountain's towering peak was crushed like a fragile pile of blocks. In an instant, rocks flew and dust filled the sky. The Taoists were thrown into disarray, their screams and cries of pain blending together without end.

Li Chungang watched in shock and apprehension. He knew the Wang Ritain before him had reached a terrifying level of strength. "Let's go!" he barked, grabbing Xu Fengnian and using peerless lightness skills to speed away from Dragon Tiger Mountain. He understood that the mountain had become a living hell. Staying here meant certain death.

Wang Ritain's immense power filled Zhao Xituan with awe. He gazed at Wang Ritain with a complicated look. "Could this young man have already touched the Land Celestial realm? Dragon Tiger Mountain brought this upon itself by offending such a prodigy." His gaze shifted to the golden lotus of fortune above the mountain. Under Wang Ritain's pressure, it shook violently, fissures appearing across its petals as though it might shatter at any moment.

Wang Ritain's demonic self swung the blade again. This time, boundless demonic energy swept toward the people of Dragon Tiger Mountain like surging black flames. The people there sank further into despair. Faced with Wang Ritain's immense power, their resistance was utterly insignificant, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Seeing the situation grow dire, Zhao Huangchao realized they had reached the end of the road. He steeled himself and went all in, frantically drawing on the golden lotus's power in one last desperate struggle. His eyes shone with madness and resolve, as though he meant to seize all of Dragon Tiger Mountain's fortune for himself and use it to fight Wang Ritain.

Wang Ritain merely gave a cold laugh, his expression full of disdain and mockery. In his eyes, Zhao Huangchao was only struggling in his death throes. It was meaningless.

For the third time, Wang Ritain raised his demonic blade high. This time, it carried the fierce sword energy of Sword Twenty-Three. Sword energy surged in every direction, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek. The blade fell and completely destroyed the grand formation Dragon Tiger Mountain had spent hundreds of years setting up.

"No!" The people within the formation cried out in despair. A violent backlash surged over them like a raging torrent, swallowing them in an instant. The three great Celestial Masters, Zhao Huangchao among them, took the brunt of it. Even after rousing every trace of their internal energy to resist, they only managed to cling to life for a few moments longer. In the end, the blade's saber energy and sword energy tore their bodies to pieces, spraying blood and flesh everywhere. The disciples nearby were so terrified by the horrific sight that many fainted on the spot.

Xuanyuan Dapan had hidden nearby, watching it all unfold. His fear reached its peak. His eyes were vacant, his body trembling uncontrollably, as though all strength had been drained from him. He bitterly regretted getting involved in this mess. Dragon Tiger Mountain had been destroyed, and now he was going to lose his life as well.

Half of Dragon Tiger Mountain's peak had been split apart, and all the golden lotuses of fortune that had once symbolized the mountain's prosperity had vanished. Only a single purple golden lotus remained upright at the summit, swaying in the gale as though recounting Dragon Tiger Mountain's former glory and its present ruin.

The people of the martial world drew sharp breaths at the sight. They were stunned by Wang Ritain's terrifying power, which had destroyed the foundations of Dragon Tiger Mountain, and filled with awe and fear. Gazing at Wang Ritain, Li Chungang couldn't help but exclaim, "No young martial artist can hold a candle to Wang Ritain. Perhaps even Ancestor Lu couldn't match his talent."

After this battle, Dragon Tiger Mountain had become a field of ruins. Its palaces lay destroyed, nothing but broken walls and rubble remained, and an air of death hung over everything. Only dozens of disciples who had not helped control the grand formation remained. They stood amidst the ruins, bewildered and terrified, unsure what to do.

Zhao Xituan arrived in time. He let out a long sigh, grief and helplessness filling his eyes. With a sweep of his sleeve, he wrapped the disciples in his internal energy and hurried away with them. From that day on, Dragon Tiger Mountain existed in name alone. Its former glory had become dust and history.

Wang Ritain strolled slowly through the ruins, his gaze sharp as he searched the wreckage. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a corner. There, Xuanyuan Dapan was crouched in terror, trying to hide from Wang Ritain's sight.

When Xuanyuan Dapan saw Wang Ritain looking his way, his heart clenched. He knew there was nowhere left to run. He trembled and tried to beg for mercy, but his throat felt blocked by something, and not a sound came out.

"Don't think you'll live. I said I'd kill you, so I'll kill you. No one can stop me!" Wang Ritain said coldly. His voice seemed to come from the depths of the netherworld, chilling everyone to the bone.

Xuanyuan Dapan's vision went black, and a sharp pain struck him. His head slowly fell to the ground, and blood spread through the ruins. Wang Ritain looked at Xuanyuan Dapan's corpse, satisfaction filling his heart. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, as though he were declaring to the world that anyone who opposed him would meet the same fate.

Xu Fengnian watched Wang Ritain's exploits, dumbfounded. He gaped and muttered, "That's insanely impressive. It's like the Demon Lord himself descended upon the world. If I practiced martial arts, could I reach that level?"

Li Chungang smiled in reply. "To catch up to Wang Ritain, you'd need to train for at least a few hundred more years. If you can become a Land Immortal one day and reach my level, you'll have done well." His smile held a trace of helplessness and emotion. He knew that Wang Ritain's talent and strength had surpassed anything ordinary people could imagine.

After witnessing Wang Ritain's overwhelming power, Wanwan secretly resolved to herself, her eyes shining with determination. "No matter what, I have to get on good terms with Wang Ritain, even if all I manage is to become a familiar face. Someone this powerful would be an enormous asset to our Demon Sect."

Zhao Kai let out a long breath and marveled, "A peerless martial artist! This is what a peerless martial artist looks like. If I had power like that, I wouldn't have to worry about all the secrets and problems I'm carrying." His eyes were filled with envy and longing. He wished he could possess power like Wang Ritain's and become the master of the world.

Standing beside Xu Fengnian, Jiang Ni was in turmoil. She gazed at Wang Ritain with awe. If I had Wang Ritain's strength, I could assassinate Xu Xiao at the Northern Liang Prince's Residence and succeed. I wouldn't be helpless, burdened by my country's vengeance and my family's hatred. A trace of loneliness and helplessness flashed through her eyes. The gap between her and Wang Ritain was simply too great.

People throughout the martial world were abuzz with talk of Wang Ritain. Ever since he made his debut, every move he made had sent shock waves through the martial world. Now that he had destroyed Dragon Tiger Mountain, he had secured a place in the history books. Everyone agreed that Wang Ritain was the greatest martial arts prodigy of the younger generation, and that the martial world would belong to him in the future.

Wang Ritain casually swung his blade several times, destroying the souls of a few Celestial Masters. Only Zhao Huangchao's remnant soul remained. Its eyes gleamed with malice as it glared at Wang Ritain. It was consumed by hatred and resentment. Zhao Huangchao couldn't accept that Dragon Tiger Mountain had been destroyed, or that he had lost to Wang Ritain.

Zhao Huangchao cast a spell, trying to summon Immortals to descend and deal with Wang Ritain. His body began to shine with an eerie light as he murmured an incantation. A gate suddenly opened in the sky, wisps of immortal energy coiling around it and filling the onlookers with a sense of ease. Yet hidden within that immortal energy was endless danger.

Li Chungang saw this and his expression changed at once, his gaze turning grave. The internal energy within him began to circulate of its own accord, and he went on guard. Xu Fengnian noticed the change in Li Chungang and hurriedly asked, "Senior, what's wrong?"

"Dragon Tiger Mountain is summoning Immortals to descend and deal with Wang Ritain," Li Chungang said gravely. His voice held deep concern and apprehension. He knew that the power of Immortals was beyond what ordinary mortals could withstand.

Xu Fengnian was stunned. He looked up at the sky and saw, as the Heavenly Gate opened wide, Immortals wreathed in starlight appear one after another. There were thirty-six of them, standing high above. Their arrival made the whole world pale in comparison. Their terrifying aura pressed countless martial artists to the ground, unable to move.

The Immortals saw Dragon Tiger Mountain's ruin and were immediately enraged. Fire blazed in their eyes, as though they meant to burn Wang Ritain to ashes. The leading Immortal gave a cold snort. "Audacious fool! You dared to destroy my Dragon Tiger Mountain. Today is the day you die!"

Seeing this, everyone began to wonder whether Wang Ritain could withstand the Immortals' power. After all, Immortals were far beyond mortals. Wang Ritain, however, was unafraid. He and his demonic self looked up at the thirty-six Immortals, their eyes full of fighting spirit and scorn.

Every one of these Immortals had a cultivation level no lower than the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm, and their leader was nearly as powerful as a Land Celestial. Although the Immortals' descent through the Heavenly Gate weakened them somewhat, no one dared underestimate so many of them attacking together.

Wang Ritain gave a cold laugh and declared, "You cowards who hid in the Immortal Realm to save your own skins—today is the day you die!" His voice boomed through the heavens, brimming with confidence and power.

The Immortals were furious at Wang Ritain's words. They attacked him all at once, and in an instant, light blazed across the sky as spells crisscrossed. Yet their attacks couldn't even break through his demonic self's defenses. They vanished without a trace, like stones sinking into the sea.

Wang Ritain gave a cold laugh and struck at the heavens with a single slash. The blow contained all his power. His blade flashed like a bolt of black lightning, cleaving through the sky. In an instant, seven Immortals were reduced to ashes beneath it.

The other Immortals trembled, terror filling their hearts. They had never seen a mortal so powerful that he could slay Immortals with ease. Before they could attack again, Wang Ritain swung a second time. This strike was even stronger than the first. Fifteen Immortals died, their souls swallowed by Wang Ritain's demonic blade.

A terrifying dread spread rapidly among the Immortals. They tried to flee back through the Heavenly Gate, but Wang Ritain's demonic blade had already locked onto them. It traced an arc through the air, laden with boundless killing intent, and swept toward the Immortals. With Wang Ritain's final slash, every Immortal died before the Heavenly Gate.

Gazing at the now-empty Heavenly Gate, everyone in the martial world fell silent. The scene was utterly still. They were stunned by Wang Ritain's terrifying power, filled with awe and fear. Xu Fengnian looked at Wang Ritain in the sky, then turned to Li Chungang, who was just as shocked. Only one thought crossed his mind: Is this guy even human?

Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood behind Xuanyuan Jingcheng, gazing at Wang Ritain with a complicated look. She remembered when Wang Ritain had been only a lowly retainer of the Xuanyuan Family. Now he was so powerful that the Xuanyuan Family didn't dare even speak his name directly. He had changed beyond recognition, and the gulf between them had only grown wider. A trace of loneliness and helplessness crossed her eyes. The boy she had once known had become someone the entire martial world regarded with awe.