Slaying the Blood Fang Demon Ancestor

The moment the Black Blood splattered, it was like ink dripping into boiling blood, exploding in ripples on the blood cloud beneath the Blood Fang Demon Ancestor —each drop of blood gleamed with a dark light, and upon landing, it scorched tiny pits into the hard, iron-like Demon Rock, emanating a nauseating stench amidst the rising smoke. It was blood imbued with his Origin Demonic Qi, its corrosive power even the Demon Realm realm's land could not withstand; the Demon Rock at the edge of the pit visibly blackened and became brittle. He looked down at the deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest. His Emperor Power, like a leech, frantically tore at the source of his demonic energy within his meridians, each flow bringing excruciating pain. The excruciating pain in his lungs caused Black Blood to gush from the wound, staining his dark red, lava-like scales even deeper. Several scales even curled and fell off due to the burning Emperor Power, revealing flesh seeping Black Blood. Yet, in his Demonic Pupil burning with scarlet flames, despair suddenly vanished, replaced by a world-destroying madness—the pride accumulated over ten thousand years of lifespan could not allow him to perish at the hands of a Mid-stage Heavenly Immortal cultivator. Moreover, he was the Nine Ancestors of the Demon Realm, who had personally witnessed the Ancient God-Demon War and crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. How could he die so wretchedly, dying before this Boundary Sealing Gate that he had once regarded as an ant?

"You want to kill me? Not so easy!" He suddenly raised his head, his roar shaking the heavens of the Demon Realm. The black shockwave from the sound spread like a tangible force, causing the distant ranks of Demon Soldiers to stagger and fall. Those with lower Demon Soldiers levels coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, even dropping their Devil Artifact with a loud clang. "Even if I die, I will drag this Boundary Sealing Gate down with me, and the entire Immortal Realm down with me! I'll let you know that the consequence of offending the Nine Ancestors of the Demon Realm is utter annihilation!"

Before he finished speaking, he slammed his left claw into the ground, the sharp tip piercing the Demon Rock three inches deep like a steel knife. Black Blood seeping from the claw dripped onto the ground, instantly corroding a small hole in the Demon Rock. His remaining right wing, like a tattered yet still ferocious battle flag, flapped wildly behind him, each flap stirring up gusts of black wind mixed with Demonic Sand that could corrode Spiritual Qi — the Demonic Sand he had brought back from the "Bone-Eroding Desert" in the far north of the Demon Realm, which could easily penetrate even the protective Spiritual Qi of Golden Immortal. In an instant, the Black Blood splattering from his body seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, transforming into thousands of thin blood streaks that shot down like a torrential rain towards the Demon Realm below. The blood that landed on the cracked, scorched earth writhed as if alive. It moved rapidly, spreading along the long-dried riverbeds and ravines, and through bottomless fissures in the earth. In just a few breaths, it dyed the land for Fang Yuan miles red. Even the Ancient Demons bones buried beneath the ground were awakened by the Blood Light light, emitting an eerie dark red glow. The patterns on the bones seemed to come alive, as if they wanted to crawl out of the ground to cheer for it. This was the starting move of the Forbidden Secret Technique of the Demon Realm, "Blood Sacrifice of a Continent." Using its own Essence Blood as a catalyst, it forcibly extracted the Demonic Vein Spiritual Qi accumulated over billions of years from a continent, exchanging it for terrifying power enough to Sky-Rending Strike barriers. The price was that the sacrificed land would be barren for hundreds of years, the Demonic Vein would be completely depleted, and even the soil would become poisonous soil that could corrode living beings. For the next thousand years, no Devil Race could be born.

The ground suddenly trembled violently, as if an earth dragon were turning over, and the sound of Demon Rock cracking echoed like thunderclaps. Streams of dark red Demonic Vein light erupted from the earth, the tallest reaching a hundred feet. Countless illusory Demonic Soul, struggling in agony, were coiled within these pillars—these were Devil Race cultivators who had died fighting for the Demonic Vein, their souls imprisoned by the Demonic Vein, condemned to eternal damnation. Now, forcibly awakened, they had become the energy source for the Blood Formation. Their screams, piercing the light pillars, were so shrill they sent chills down one's spine. These pillars of light intertwined with the blood of the Blood Fang Demon Ancestor in the air, crisscrossing like a spiderweb, eventually coalescing into a massive, blood-red array covering thousands of miles. The Demonic Runes on the array twisted and coiled, like countless scarlet venomous snakes, each writhing exuding Evil Aura that sent shivers down one's spine. The air was stained a dark red, and inhaling even a single breath caused a searing pain to the soul. Many Immortal Realm cultivators instinctively covered their mouths and noses, their faces pale. At the center of the array, the crimson light grew increasingly intense, gradually condensing into a Blood Tiger Shadow ten thousand feet tall—the tiger shadow was identical to the Blood Fang Demon Ancestor's true form, with blood-red eyes, protruding fangs gleaming coldly, and black bloodstains still clinging to its claws, as if it had just torn apart countless lives. It continuously devoured the surrounding demonic energy, even forcibly pulling in the Immortal Realm Spiritual Qi seeping from the cracks in the Boundary Sealing Gate, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. This made the light of the crimson array even more eerie, and even the Demonic Clouds in the sky were stained a dark red, as if the entire Demon Realm was providing power to this Blood Formation. The demonic energy in the world converged on the array like a tide.

"Not good! He's sacrificing the power of an entire continent of the Demon Realm to forcibly tear apart the barrier!" True Human Xuanyang's expression changed drastically, his silver-white beard trembled, and the Silver Silk Duster whisk in his hand moved without wind, the tips of the silver threads gleaming with a sharp, cold light, yet quivering slightly due to tension. Even the ancient patterns on the whisk's handle, passed down for thousands of years, lost their former warm luster, becoming dull and lifeless. "Fellow Daoist Ren, although he is severely injured at the moment, once the Blood Formation complete, the Boundary Sealing Gate will surely break! At that time, a million Demon Soldiers will flood into the Immortal Realm, the cities of the mortal realm will be flattened, and all living beings will become food for the Demon Soldiers. The consequences will be unimaginable!"

Ye Wushang gripped the Black Iron Short Blade tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, revealing bluish veins. The black aura emanating from the Netherworld Water on the blade became chaotic; the once calm, Netherworld Water now bubbled and splashed like boiling water, sending up tiny black beads. "Should we lead the elite cultivators of the Immortal Alliance and the Reverse Immortal Alliance to charge up and disrupt his Blood Formation? Even if it costs us our lives, we must defend the Boundary Sealing Gate and not let him succeed!" The cultivators behind him also raised their weapons, the sounds of immortal swords clashing with Devil Artifact rising and falling, their eyes filled with determination—even knowing that facing the Blood Formation might be a one-way trip, not one of them retreated. Behind them were the billions of lives of the Immortal Realm; there was no way to retreat.

Ren Xiaoyao's pupils constricted, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. These beads landed on the Emperor Mark between his brows, instantly evaporating in the faint light of the Emperor Mark, turning into wisps of white smoke. He could clearly sense the terrifying energy contained within the Blood Formation —the primordial Demonic Vein accumulated over billions of years across an entire continent, like a dormant volcano about to erupt. The energy fluctuations even caused the Stone Gate Boundary Sealing Gate to tremble slightly, with fragments of rock constantly falling from the cracks, crashing onto the platform below with resounding thuds. Once this energy was fully released, not only the Boundary Sealing Gate, but even the space within a hundred miles would completely collapse, forming a Void of demonic Demon Abyss. At that point, not only would they be unable to stop the Demon Soldiers, but they themselves might be swept into the Space Cracks, their souls scattered, without even a chance for reincarnation. Without the slightest hesitation, the Emperor Power within his dantian surged wildly, emitting a resonant "humming" sound, like a great bell echoing within his body, making his meridians numb. The golden spiritual light around him surged once more, dazzling like a small sun, dispelling much of the surrounding gloom. The spiritual power consumed in condensing the Golden Greatsword was recovering at a visible speed, and he could even feel the scorching heat of the surging Emperor Power in his meridians, as if a flame was burning within his body. The Emperor Mark between his brows flickered, forming an invisible vortex that continuously absorbed the pure Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth into his body. Even the spiritual herbs on the distant mountain peaks were drawn by the Spiritual Qi, tilting towards him, the dewdrops rolling off their leaves, refracting golden light, as dazzling as shattered diamonds.

"Do not rush forward!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted sharply, his voice carrying Emperor Power, piercing through the interference of demonic sounds, clearly reaching the ears of every Immortal Realm cultivator, like a thunderclap. "The Blood Formation has the Soul Devouring Power. Ordinary cultivators who approach will only be devoured by Demonic Soul, and even their divine souls will be refined into nourishment for the Blood Formation, resulting in a pointless death!" He took a deep breath, his gaze becoming increasingly resolute. Golden spiritual light flowed around him, protecting him like a thick layer of armor. The imperial power contained within the spiritual light made the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi more docile. "Blood Fang Demon Ancestor, for your own selfish gain, you sacrificed an entire continent, disregarding the lives of the Demon Realm's inhabitants, and even wanted to bury billions of immortal beings with the Immortal Realm. Such cruelty is intolerable to heaven and earth! If you are not eliminated today, there will be no peace between the two realms! I, Ren Xiaoyao, will definitely use the power of the imperial path to slay you, this Demon Head, and restore peace to both realms!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Xiaoyao leaped into the air, his figure like an arrow released from a bow, leaving a golden trail in the air and a faint afterimage. The golden array patterns around him unfolded once more. This time, the array patterns were no longer confined to the Boundary Sealing Gate, but spread rapidly like golden vines along the path of the crimson array patterns—wherever they passed, the light of the crimson array patterns was suppressed, the originally eerie red light dimmed, and finally enveloped both the Blood Fang Demon Ancestor and the Blood Tiger Shadow, forming a golden cage. The Emperor Mark on the cage flickered, radiating an aura of suppression. His hands rapidly formed hand seals, his fingers flying across the air, creating numerous afterimages. Like butterflies flitting among flowers, the imperial fire burned fiercely at their fingertips, like leaping Golden Flame. With each hand seal, a golden Emperor Mark merged into the array, binding the Blood Tiger Shadow's limbs and neck like chains. The High Antiquity characters on the Emperor Mark shimmered, constantly purifying the Blood Tiger Shadow's energy, attempting to stop it from further devouring the Demonic Vein's Spiritual Qi. The moment the golden Emperor Mark came into contact with the blood-red array runes, a sizzling corrosion sound was emitted, white smoke rose, and the air was filled with the scorching aura of Emperor Power purifying demonic energy. The smoke scattered on the ground, even burning the hard Demon Rock into grayish-white powder, which drifted away with the wind.

Seeing this, the Blood Fang Demon Ancestor's madness intensified, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins that crisscrossed like a spiderweb. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of black Essence Blood —his primordial Essence Blood stored for a thousand years, containing terrifying Demonic Power. The Essence Blood transformed into a long black rainbow in the air, pouring entirely into the Blood Formation. "I'll see whether your Emperor Power runs out first, or my Blood Formation breaks the barrier first! Even if we perish together today, I'll drag you down to hell with me, letting you taste the agony of your soul being annihilated!" As the Essence Blood merged, the Blood Tiger Shadow let out a deafening roar, its voice containing the pressure of High Antiquity demonic tiger, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly, even causing the Stone Gate of the Boundary Sealing Gate to tremble. New cracks appeared. It actually managed to break several golden Emperor Mark, which shattered with Emperor Mark crisp "crack" and turned into countless Golden Light Spots that dissipated into the air. Immediately afterward, the Blood Tiger Shadow raised its right paw, which was covered with dense blood-red demonic flames. Countless phantom Demonic Soul were entwined in the flames, struggling painfully and emitting mournful howls. The tiger's paw, carrying the power to Sky-Rending Strike, slammed down towards Ren Xiaoyao. Wherever it passed, the air was torn open with a black rift, from which Black Demonic Qi seeped out, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression. Even the Immortal Realm cultivators in the distance felt their souls tremble and retreated. Many even couldn't help but clutch their chests, a trace of blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.

Ren Xiaoyao advanced instead of retreating, his figure tracing a golden arc in the air like a nimble swallow, dodging the attack of the blood-red tiger's claws. The tiger's claws slammed into the Stone Gate Boundary Sealing Gate with a deafening roar, leaving another claw mark several feet deep on the Stone Gate. Shards of stone flew, hitting the cultivators below. Many groaned from the impact, but still gritted their teeth and persevered. Ren Xiaoyao knew that the Blood Fang Demon Ancestor was already at his limit— the Golden Greatsword had not only severely damaged his physical body but also purified thirty percent of his demonic energy source. Forcibly activating "Blood Sacrifice of a Continent" now was merely drinking poison to quench thirst; every moment he endured increased the risk of his source energy being depleted. At this moment, his aura was no longer as stable as before, flickering like a candle in the wind. He even needed the power of the Blood Formation to support him while standing, and the light of the blood-red array patterns also showed subtle fluctuations, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, clearly indicating that he was only barely holding on.

"It's time to end this." Ren Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly. He could feel that his Emperor Power had recovered to 70%, enough to activate his final trump card. He bit his fingertip and dripped a drop of Emperor Blood containing his own Soul Power into the array's core. This drop of Emperor Blood was different from the previous one, radiating a faint seven-colored light, like a condensed Star River. Each ray of light represented an Emperor Dao Laws, some suppressing, some purifying, and some protecting. It was his trump card, and the key to the ultimate activation of the <Profound Suppression Demonic Array>. The price of this attack was the loss of ten years of lifespan and 30% of his Soul Power. Once used, it would require at least a hundred years of seclusion to recover, and might even affect his future cultivation advancement.

"The Profound Suppression Demonic Array, Ultimate Form— The Emperor Descends Upon the Nine Heavens!"

With a long roar, Ren Xiaoyao's voice, imbued with Emperor Power, echoed throughout the heavens and earth, like the command of High Antiquity emperor. Even the operation of the crimson array patterns paused briefly, and the Demonic Soul phantoms on the array patterns clutched their heads and howled in despair, as if they had encountered their natural enemy. All the golden Emperor Mark in the array patterns lit up, like a sky full of stars, converging in the air to form a blurry Ancient Emperor Shadow —the imperial figure wore a golden Emperor Robe, the hem of which was embroidered with patterns of the sun, moon, and stars, each star shimmering with a faint light, and wore an imperial crown, the tassels of which hung down, obscuring his face. Yet it exuded an aura of supreme majesty, as if it could control the life and death of all things. Simply by standing there, it made the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth become docile, and even the Demonic Clouds in the sky stopped churning. With just a glance, the Blood Tiger Shadow trembled violently, and the blood-red light on its body dimmed instantly, like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun. Even the operation of the Blood Formation slowed down by half a beat, and the Demonic Soul phantoms on the array patterns let out a shrill wail, as if burned by raging fire, turning into black smoke and dissipating without leaving a trace.

Emperor Ying slowly raised his hand, his movements slow yet carrying an unparalleled aura, as if the entire world revolved around his actions, and time itself slowed down. A golden pillar of light, even more powerful than the previous Golden Greatsword, descended from the sky, its diameter a full ten zhang. Like a punishment from a god, the pillar contained pure imperial power, radiating a light that purified everything. Wherever it passed, the Black Demonic Qi dissipated, even the space itself was dyed gold, and a sacred and majestic aura filled the air, striking directly at the core of the blood-red array pattern.

"No! Impossible! This is the power of the Emperor's Path! How could you control the power of the Emperor's Path!" Blood Fang Demon Ancestor let out a shrill scream, his voice filled with disbelief and terror. He had lived for ten thousand years and had only seen records of the power of the Emperor's Path in ancient Demon Realm texts. It was a power that only Ancient Great Emperor could control, a power that had a fatal restraint on Devil Race. Once struck, even the source of demonic energy would be purified, leaving no chance for reincarnation. "I refuse to accept this! I have lived for ten thousand years and experienced the Ancient God-Demon War gods and demons. How could I lose to a mere brat like you!" He could clearly feel the source of demonic energy within his body rapidly dissipating, like ice meeting a raging fire. As the sun rose, the connection to the Blood Formation was forcibly severed, and his body instantly lost its support. Like a puppet whose skeleton had been removed, even standing became difficult. Black Blood gushed from his seven orifices, staining his face hideous and terrifying. His once scarlet Demonic Pupil also became dull and lifeless. The Blood Tiger Shadow in the air, having lost its energy support, shattered like a bubble, turning into countless blood-red light spots that dissipated into the air without leaving a trace. The blood-red array patterns also began to crack, and golden Emperor Mark spread along the cracks, purifying all the Demonic Vein Spiritual Qi within the array patterns. The sound of the array patterns collapsing was like thunder, echoing between heaven and earth, shaking people's hearts.

"I am not reconciled! Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!" Blood Fang Demon Ancestor's eyes were bloodshot, his reason completely consumed by madness. With his last ounce of strength, he picked up the broken Blood Fiend Giant Axe from the ground—the axe blade was chipped in several places, and the Demonic Runes on the axe were dull and lifeless, yet it still exuded a residual ferocious aura. Blood continued to drip from the axe handle, making a "drip-drip" sound as it hit the ground. He dragged his broken body, leaving a Blood Seal with each step. The Blood Seal trail emitted black smoke and corroded small holes in the Demon Rock. He lunged at Ren Xiaoyao, attempting to take him down with him. Black Blood dripped continuously from his wounds, leaving a long, gruesome trail on the ground.

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes were icy cold, devoid of any pity. He knew that mercy towards Demon Head was cruelty towards the beings of the Immortal Realm. He raised his hand, conjuring a golden sword shadow. Although the sword shadow was not as large as the previous giant sword, only about ten feet long, it contained a purer imperial power. The Emperor Mark on the sword flickered, emanating an aura of purification. The space around the sword shadow was distorted by the Emperor Power, rippling faintly. The sword shadow flashed, streaking across the sky like a meteor, its speed reaching its limit, even leaving a golden afterimage. It drew a beautiful arc in the air, precisely piercing the Blood Fang Demon Ancestor's brow.

"Swoosh—" The power of the Emperor's Dao instantly surged into the Blood Fang Demon Ancestor's sea of consciousness, washing over his soul like a flood, completely purifying his last vestiges of demonic energy, leaving not a trace of Demonic Thought behind. His body froze in mid-air, the madness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by endless despair and resentment. He opened his mouth, but could no longer utter a sound, as if his throat was sealed by the Emperor Power. His body began to rapidly weather away, like sand scattered by the wind, turning into black ashes and dissipating into the world, leaving only a dull and lifeless Demonic Core — the Demonic Core was covered with cracks, its demonic essence completely purified by the Emperor Power. It would shatter at the slightest touch, eventually landing beside the crack in the Boundary Sealing Gate. After rolling a few times, it stopped moving, like an ordinary stone, no longer possessing its previous Evil Aura.

With the fall of the Blood Fang Demon Ancestor, the remaining elite Demon Realm instantly descended into chaos. Lacking their leader, they lost all their previous arrogance and fled like stray dogs. Some Demon Soldiers even turned on each other in their panic, the sounds of clashing Devil Artifact and Devil Artifact mingling together in utter chaos. Seeing this, True Human Xuanyang and Ye Wushang immediately led the Immortal Realm cultivators in pursuit. True Human Xuanyang flicked his whisk, sending silver threads shooting like arrows at the fleeing soldiers. Each thread pierced through the Demon Soldiers Demon Soldiers ' protective demonic energy, pinning them to the ground, rendering them immobile, and causing Demon Soldiers to let out piercing screams. They could only watch helplessly as their demonic energy was purified by the silver threads; Ye Wushang transformed into a black shadow, moving with lightning speed, his Black Iron Short Blade flashing as Demon Soldiers ' heads fell to the ground, Black Blood gushing out and staining the ground red, forming small black streams. In an instant, the shouts of battle near the Boundary Sealing Gate shook the heavens, Black Demonic Qi intertwined with golden spiritual light, blood stained the ground, and the screams of Demon Soldiers mingled with the angry shouts of cultivators. In the end, the Immortal Realm realm emerged victorious, the ground piled high with the corpses of Demon Soldiers, the demonic energy gradually dissipating, revealing the original color of the Demon Rock.

Ren Xiaoyao gazed at the gradually calming battlefield and let out a long sigh of relief. His Emperor Power was completely exhausted, and his meridians were throbbing with pain, as if countless fine needles were pricking them. His soul was also dizzy from the previous exertion, and his vision even went black for a brief moment. He staggered and his body fell backward uncontrollably. Fortunately, True Human Xuanyang reacted quickly and immediately stepped forward to support him. His old but strong arm steadily supported his swaying body, and the warm Spiritual Qi from his palm slightly relieved his discomfort.

"Fellow Daoist Ren, hold on!" True Human Xuanyang said urgently, his eyes filled with admiration and worry as he looked at Ren Xiaoyao's pale face. "Quickly sit down and regulate your breathing. I have a 'Spirit Calming Pill ' here, a treasure of the Immortal Alliance. It is made from Thousand-Year Spirit Calming Grass and Ninth-Grade Immortal Lotus. It can quickly stabilize the soul and replenish spiritual power, which is perfect for your current condition."