Black Wind Demon King Attacks! Grass Character Sword Art Shows Its Might!

Human Valley.

Fifty years had passed since the Human Emperor transmitted the teachings, and this place was no longer the dilapidated refuge it once had been.

Massive boulders had been piled into sturdy city walls, their surfaces carved with simple defensive Dao patterns.

On the Martial Arts Arena, battle cries shook the heavens as tens of thousands of robust tribesmen drilled.

They possessed no magical power, but every punch they threw caused the air to explode, their blood and qi blazing like a roaring furnace.

Ye Xuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back atop the city wall, quietly watching the thriving scene below.

Suddenly.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

A chill, sinister wind sprang up without warning.

The clear sky instantly darkened. Rolling black clouds pressed in from the northern horizon.

These were no ordinary clouds—they were Sha clouds condensed from dense demonic aura.

Within the clouds, banners fluttered and demonic figures flickered in and out of view.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull thunder of war drums echoed across heaven and earth, pounding against every heart.

A terrifying pressure belonging to the late Golden Immortal Realm crashed down like a Primordial Divine Mountain collapsing, bearing heavily upon Human Valley.

"Ah!"

Some of the weaker acquired humans turned pale under this pressure, feeling as though a great stone were crushing their chests, making it hard to breathe.

"Enemy attack! All hands on alert!"

The sentry warriors sounded the war horn.

Suiren Shi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi—the three Ancestors—appeared in midair in an instant.

Facing the demonic clouds that blotted out the sky, not a trace of fear showed on their faces. Instead, their battle intent blazed high.

"So this is the pressure of a Golden Immortal?"

Suiren Shi snorted coldly, his spine straight as a spear.

"Compared to the Human Emperor's imperial might, it's nothing!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three pillars of light shot up from the three Ancestors.

Behind Suiren Shi, a spark spread into a wildfire, and a Flame Great Emperor Dharma Avatar manifested, burning through the void.

Behind Youchaoshi, a divine palace suppressed the world, and an earth-yellow Great Emperor Dharma Avatar, thick as a mountain, shielded all the tribesmen.

Behind Ziyishi, azure winds coiled around her, and an ethereal Great Emperor Dharma Avatar scattered most of the pervasive Sha Qi.

Three Great Emperor Dharma Avatars emerged together, forcibly holding back the Black Wind Demon King's Golden Immortal pressure and protecting Human Valley behind them.

"Oh?"

Above the demonic clouds, the Black Wind Demon King revealed his form. Looking down from on high, his eyes flickered with suspicion as he sized up the three Ancestors below.

"Three True Immortal ants?"

"No... this aura... why is it so strange?"

There was clearly no trace of magical power fluctuation, yet their physical bodies and blood qi were astonishingly strong, enough to contend with his pressure.

"Whatever freak show you are!"

The Black Wind Demon King lost patience. He swept his spear forward.

"My children! Kill!"

"Raze the humans! Leave no one alive!"

"Charge—!"

Thirty thousand demon soldiers let out an ear-splitting roar, pouring down from the clouds like a black tide, surging toward the human positions.

"Warriors of humanity!"

A burning wooden staff appeared in Suiren Shi's hand—his Dao Proving Artifact.

"Show these beasts who the real prey is!"

"Kill!"

The city gates swung open.

The human army, long unable to contain itself, rushed out like tigers freed from their cage, charging headlong into the demon tide.

The two sides collided instantly.

In the common understanding of the Primordial Wilderness, human bodies were frail, while demons were thick-skinned and tough—in a same-realm fight, a human would surely die.

But today, that Iron Law was shattered.

A corner of the battlefield.

A human warrior, only at the Four Extremes realm, was struck on the shoulder by a Wolf Demon's blade.

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic ring.

The sharp bone blade slashed across his skin, leaving only a faint white mark—not even breaking the surface!

"What?!"

The Wolf Demon's eyes bulged, wondering if he was holding a fake blade.

"Die for your grandpa!"

The human warrior grinned savagely and swung a fist in return.

A golden Fist Seal exploded in the air—pure Physical Body Strength, no tricks.

"Boom!"

The Wolf Demon's head burst like a rotten watermelon, blood splattering everywhere.

The same scene played out across every corner of the battlefield.

Every human who had cultivated the Human Body Secret Realm Method had forged themselves into living weapons.

The Sea of Suffering seethed, providing endless power; the Dao Palace gods empowered them with the Five Elements; the Four Extremes connected Heaven and Earth, tempering unmatched physiques.

Those lesser demons at the Earth Immortal or Heavenly Immortal realm found their vaunted demon bodies fragile and pathetic against the humans.

"This... this can't be!"

The Black Wind Demon King stared at the one-sided slaughter below, hardly believing his eyes.

His thirty-thousand-strong army was being crushed by a group of humans without any magic power?

"Bastards!"

The Black Wind Demon King roared, unleashing the full force of his late Golden Immortal cultivation.

Ignoring the ordinary humans, he blurred into a black hurricane and lunged straight at the Three Ancestors.

"Capture the chieftain to capture the band!"

"Well met!"

Suiren Shi laughed, his Kindling Staff whirling into a gale, carrying heat that could boil the seas and burn the sky, as he met the Black Wind Demon King head-on.

Youchaoshi and Ziyishi followed close behind, the three forming a triangular formation, trapping the Demon King in the center.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fierce clashes exploded in the air.

The more the Black Wind Demon King fought, the more alarmed he grew.

These three weren't even Golden Immortals, yet their bodies were absurdly tough!

His Black Sha Divine Wind scraped against them, barely cutting skin and flesh, which healed in an instant under their surging blood energy.

Worse, their coordination was flawless—one attacked, one defended, one roamed.

They actually managed to tie down a late Golden Immortal great demon like him!

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The Black Wind Demon King, unable to break through, burned with shame and rage.

How could he hold his head high as a Demon King if he couldn't even take down a few human leaders?

"You ants think I can't deal with you?"

A vicious glint flashed in the Black Wind Demon King's eyes.

He suddenly opened his mouth wide.

"Hummm—"

A pitch-black pearl, radiating terrifying destructive ripples, spat out from his throat.

That was his Natal Demon Core!

The moment the core emerged, all spiritual energy within ten thousand li was drained dry.

A suffocating black storm took shape around the core, filled with countless wind blades—Geng Metal Qi sharp enough to cut metal and stone.

"Die for this King!"

The Black Wind Demon King bellowed, driving his Demon Core, intent on leveling the Three Ancestors and the Human Valley below into dust.

This was a Golden Immortal's desperate strike!

Suiren Shi and the other two's faces changed drastically.

Though their bodies were mighty, they had only cultivated for a short time. Facing this kind of law-level, destructive blow, they felt the threat of death.

"Hold the line!"

Youchaoshi roared, the divine palace dharma manifestation behind him blazing with immense light as he attempted to withstand this strike.

At this critical moment—

"Withdraw."

A calm voice abruptly pierced through the raging storm, ringing clearly across the battlefield.

The Three Ancestors heard this, their hearts settling, and immediately withdrew their dharma manifestations, retreating swiftly.

The Human Emperor had made his move!

The Black Wind Demon King also paused, following the sound with his gaze.

On the city wall below, the white-robed youth who had been standing with his hands behind his back, as if watching a show, finally stirred.

He did not summon any earth-shattering Magic Treasure.

Nor did he unleash any world-destroying divine ability.

Under the gaze of all, he slowly bent down and plucked a dog-tail grass that grew everywhere.

That was right.

Just an ordinary dog-tail grass, the kind mortals used to tease cats.

"What is he doing?"

A ridiculous thought flashed through the Black Wind Demon King's mind.

"Using grass as a weapon? Has fear driven him mad?"

Ye Xuan straightened up, gently pinching the grass stem between two fingers.

He looked up at the black demon core radiating an aura of destruction in the sky, and the arrogant Black Wind Demon King.

The Chaos Heavy Pupils in his eyes opened and closed slightly, a flicker of disdain passing through them.

"A Golden Immortal Demon King?"

"Before me, you dare claim supremacy?"

Ye Xuan moved his mind.

The vast, ocean-like divine power within him flowed along his fingertips into that fragile blade of grass.

Deep within his Consciousness Sea, the phantom of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass swayed gently.

Grass Character Sword Art!

Boom!

In that instant.

That originally soft dog-tail grass transformed.

It was no longer a blade of grass, but a peerless Immortal Sword that could sever the ages.

A sword intent so sharp it defied description shot up from Ye Xuan's hand.

Heaven and earth lost their color.

Sun and moon dimmed.

In everyone's perception, the entire world seemed to have become nothing but this single blade of grass.

"A blade of grass can cut down sun, moon, and stars."

Ye Xuan murmured, his wrist flicking lightly.

He made a gentle slash through the void.

"Shiiing—!"

A dazzling Sword Qi, like a river of stars, surged upward against the current.