Killing Thirty-Six Immortals!

Chapter 47: Slaughtering Thirty-Six Immortals!

Zhao Huangchao and the other Celestial Masters were ashen-faced, filled with regret. They had originally intended to suppress Wang Ritain with the profound heritage of Dragon Tiger Mountain, but after witnessing Wang Ritain's power firsthand, they realized how foolish they had been. Now, they were trapped, their escape routes completely cut off, and could only brace themselves to face this demon-god-like existence.

Wang Ritain's demonic self strode with heavy, powerful steps, approaching the peaks of Dragon Tiger Mountain. With each step, the earth trembled as if unable to bear the weight. The terrifying pressure, like an invisible mountain, instantly enveloped the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain. The Taoist priests on the mountain were filled with terror, their faces as pale as paper, their legs weak, some even collapsing to the ground, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

Zhao Huangchao suppressed his inner fear, attempting to stall for time with Dragon Tiger Mountain's destiny. He shouted hoarsely, "Everyone, hold steady! As long as we endure this period, this Wang Ritain will surely exhaust his strength!" However, before his words had even faded, Wang Ritain's demonic blade was already raised high. Demonic energy churned above the demonic blade, as if gathering all the darkness and evil in the world.

"Boom!" The demonic blade fell with a roar. The immense power, like Mount Tai crushing down, was unstoppable. The massive peaks of Dragon Tiger Mountain, under this single strike, seemed like fragile building blocks, directly pressed down. In an instant, rocks flew, dust filled the sky, and the Taoist priests of Dragon Tiger Mountain were instantly thrown into disarray, their cries and screams intermingling, never ceasing.

Witnessing this scene, Li Chungang's eyes were filled with shock and apprehension. He knew that the Wang Ritain before him had already reached a terrifying level of power. "Go!" he grunted, grabbing Xu Fengnian and using his peerless Qinggong to quickly distance himself from Dragon Tiger Mountain. He understood that Dragon Tiger Mountain had now become a living hell, and staying there meant certain death.

The immense power displayed by Wang Ritain made Zhao Xituan inwardly marvel. He gazed at Wang Ritain, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Has this child touched the Land Celestial realm? Dragon Tiger Mountain offending such a heavenly prodigy is truly courting its own doom." His gaze shifted to Dragon Tiger Mountain's golden lotus of destiny. Under Wang Ritain's pressure, the golden lotus began to shake violently, even showing cracks, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Wang Ritain's demonic self swung the demonic blade again. This time, endless demonic energy, like surging black flames, swept towards the people of Dragon Tiger Mountain. Under the impact of the demonic energy, the people of Dragon Tiger Mountain grew more desperate. Their resistance, in the face of Wang Ritain's power, seemed so insignificant, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Seeing the critical situation and reaching a dead end, Zhao Huangchao gritted his teeth and made a desperate gamble. He madly absorbed the power of the golden lotus of destiny, attempting a final struggle. His eyes revealed a hint of madness and determination, as if he intended to seize all of Dragon Tiger Mountain's destiny for himself to counter Wang Ritain.

Wang Ritain merely smiled coldly at this, a smile filled with disdain and mockery. In his eyes, Zhao Huangchao's struggle was nothing more than a death throe, utterly meaningless.

Wang Ritain's demonic blade was raised high for the third time. This time, it was imbued with the sharp sword energy of Sword Twenty-Three. The sword energy crisscrossed, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek. The demonic blade fell, instantly destroying the grand formation that Dragon Tiger Mountain had spent centuries setting up.

"No!" The people within the formation let out cries of despair. The powerful backlash, like a raging torrent, instantly engulfed them. Zhao Huangchao and the other three Celestial Masters bore the brunt of it. Even though they mobilized all the true qi within their bodies and resisted with all their might, they only managed to prolong their agony for a moment longer. In the end, the blade energy and sword energy from the demonic blade completely tore their bodies apart, flesh and blood flying everywhere. The surrounding disciples were terrified by the horrific scene, and many fainted on the spot.

Hiding nearby, Xuanyuan Dapan witnessed all this, his fear reaching its peak. His eyes were vacant, his body trembling uncontrollably, as if all his strength had been drained. He inwardly regretted getting involved in this mess. Now, Dragon Tiger Mountain was destroyed, and he would likely lose his life as well.

Half of Dragon Tiger Mountain's peak was cleaved off. The golden lotus of destiny, which had symbolized Dragon Tiger Mountain's fortune, was completely annihilated. Only at the summit of the peak did a single purple golden lotus stubbornly stand, swaying in the wind, as if recounting the past glory and present downfall of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Seeing this, the martial artists gasped in unison. They were shocked by Wang Ritain's terrifying power in destroying the foundations of Dragon Tiger Mountain, their hearts filled with awe and fear. Li Chungang gazed at Wang Ritain and couldn't help but sigh, "In front of Wang Ritain, young martial artists are far behind. I'm afraid even Ancestor Lu's innate talent might not match his."

Dragon Tiger Mountain, after this battle, had been reduced to ruins. Palaces were destroyed, walls were in ruins, and a dead silence permeated the air. Only a few dozen disciples who had not participated in controlling the formation remained, standing amidst the ruins with confused and fearful expressions, unsure of what to do.

Zhao Xituan appeared in time, letting out a long sigh, his eyes filled with sorrow and helplessness. He waved his sleeve, enveloping the disciples with his true qi, and quickly led them away. From then on, Dragon Tiger Mountain existed only in name, its former glory reduced to dust in the annals of history.

Wang Ritain paced slowly through the ruins. His gaze was like lightning as he searched the debris. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a corner where Xuanyuan Dapan was cowering in terror, trying to avoid Wang Ritain's gaze.

Seeing Wang Ritain's gaze, Xuanyuan Dapan's heart tightened. He knew he had nowhere to run. Trembling, he tried to beg for mercy, but his throat felt choked, and he couldn't utter a sound.

"Stop thinking about living. I said I'd kill you, and no one can stop me!" Wang Ritain said coldly, his voice like it came from the depths of hell, sending shivers down one's spine.

Xuanyuan Dapan's vision went black, and intense pain struck him. His head slowly fell to the ground, blood spreading across the ruins. Wang Ritain looked at Xuanyuan Dapan's corpse, feeling immensely satisfied. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, as if proclaiming to the world that anyone who dared to be his enemy would meet such a fate.

Witnessing Wang Ritain's various feats, Xu Fengnian was dumbfounded. He opened his mouth wide and muttered, "Too fierce, like a demon lord descending. If I practiced martial arts, could I reach this level?"

Li Chungang responded with a smile, "To catch up to Wang Ritain, you'll need to train for at least a few hundred more years. It would be good if you could achieve the Land Immortal realm in the future, reaching my level." His smile held a hint of helplessness and emotion; he knew that Wang Ritain's talent and strength had already surpassed ordinary imagination.

After witnessing Wang Ritain's overwhelming power, Wanwan secretly made up her mind. Her eyes sparkled with determination: "No matter what, I must befriend Wang Ritain, even if it's just to get acquainted. Such a powerful existence, if we can befriend him, it will be a great help to our demonic sect."

Zhao Kai let out a long sigh, exclaiming, "A peerless warrior! This is a peerless warrior. If I possessed such strength, I wouldn't have to worry about the secrets and problems I carry." His eyes were filled with envy and longing; he wished he could possess Wang Ritain's power and become the master of the world.

Jiang Ni stood beside Xu Fengnian, her heart in turmoil. She gazed at Wang Ritain with reverence in her eyes. She thought that if she possessed Wang Ritain's strength, she could have successfully assassinated Xu Xiao in the North Liang King's mansion, instead of being burdened by national hatred and personal vendettas with no way to act. A hint of loneliness and helplessness flashed in her eyes; the gap between herself and Wang Ritain was simply too vast.

The martial artists discussed Wang Ritain heatedly. Since Wang Ritain's debut, every action he took had shaken the martial world. Now, his destruction of Dragon Tiger Mountain was enough to immortalize him. Everyone believed that Wang Ritain was the unparalleled martial arts prodigy of the younger generation, and the future martial world would undoubtedly belong to him.

Wang Ritain casually unleashed a few more slashes, shattering the souls of several Celestial Masters, leaving only Zhao Huangchao's remnant soul. Zhao Huangchao's remnant soul, with a venomous look in his eyes, stared intently at Wang Ritain. His heart was filled with hatred and unwillingness; he refused to accept that Dragon Tiger Mountain had been destroyed like this, and even more so that he had been defeated by Wang Ritain.

Zhao Huangchao cast a spell, attempting to summon immortals to descend and deal with Wang Ritain. His body began to glow with an eerie light, and he chanted incantations. Suddenly, a gate opened in the sky, wisps of immortal energy swirling around it, creating a refreshing aura. However, within this immortal energy lay infinite danger.

Seeing this, Li Chungang's expression changed drastically, his eyes becoming solemn. The true qi within him involuntarily circulated, entering a state of alert. Xu Fengnian noticed Li Chungang's abnormality and quickly asked, "Senior, what's wrong?"

Li Chungang said gravely, "Dragon Tiger Mountain is trying to summon immortals to descend and deal with Wang Ritain." His voice was filled with worry and apprehension. He knew that the power of immortals was by no means something mortals could contend with.

Xu Fengnian was greatly alarmed. He looked up at the sky, and as the Heavenly Gate opened, immortals shrouded in starlight appeared one by one. A total of thirty-six immortals stood in the sky, their presence eclipsing the entire world. The terrifying aura emanating from the immortals forced countless martial artists to prostrate themselves on the ground, unable to move even an inch.

Seeing the tragic state of Dragon Tiger Mountain, the immortals were instantly enraged. Their eyes flashed with fury, as if they wanted to burn Wang Ritain to ashes. The leading immortal snorted coldly, "Audacious scoundrel, how dare you destroy my Dragon Tiger Mountain! Today is your death day!"

Seeing this, everyone began to worry if Wang Ritain could contend with the power of the immortals. After all, the strength of immortals was far beyond that of mortals. However, Wang Ritain showed no fear. He and his demonic self looked up at the thirty-six immortals in the sky, their eyes filled with fighting spirit and disdain.

These immortals were all at least at the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm, with the leader even approaching the Celestial realm. Although the immortals' strength was somewhat affected by their descent through the Heavenly Gate, no one dared to underestimate such a large number of them attacking together.

Wang Ritain sneered and directly declared, "You cowards who hide in the immortal realm, today is your death day!" His voice echoed through heaven and earth like a great bell, filled with confidence and dominance.

Hearing Wang Ritain's words, the immortals were furious. They attacked Wang Ritain one after another, and for a time, the sky flashed with light, and spells crisscrossed. However, their attacks landed on Wang Ritain, but they couldn't even break through the defense of his demonic self, sinking like stones into the sea without a ripple.

Wang Ritain sneered and then unleashed a blade strike that split the heavens. This strike contained all his power, the blade light flashing like a black lightning bolt, tearing through the sky. Instantly, seven immortals were annihilated, their bodies turning to dust under the blade light.

The other immortals trembled slightly at this, their hearts filled with fear. They had never encountered such a powerful mortal who could so easily slay immortals. Before they could attack again, Wang Ritain swung his second blade. This strike was even more powerful than the previous one, killing fifteen immortals, their souls also devoured by Wang Ritain's demonic blade.

A terrifying atmosphere rapidly spread among the immortals. They wanted to flee back to the Heavenly Gate, but they were already locked onto by Wang Ritain's demonic blade. Wang Ritain's demonic blade drew an arc in the air, carrying endless killing intent, and slashed towards the immortals. With Wang Ritain's final strike, all the immortals died tragically before the Heavenly Gate.

Looking at the empty Heavenly Gate, all the martial artists fell silent, the scene utterly still. They were shocked by Wang Ritain's terrifying power, their hearts filled with awe and fear. Xu Fengnian looked at Wang Ritain in the sky, then turned to look at Li Chungang, who was equally stunned, and had only one thought: "Is this guy even human?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng followed behind Xuanyuan Jingcheng, looking at Wang Ritain with complex emotions. Recalling that Wang Ritain was once just a minor retainer in the Xuanyuan Family, and now he was so powerful that the Xuanyuan Family dared not even utter his name, Wang Ritain's transformation was truly immense, and the gap between them grew wider and wider. A hint of loneliness and helplessness flashed in her eyes; the young man of the past had now become a figure of awe in the martial world.