Slaughter! Sweep! One Hundred Thousand Merit Points!

Zhang Chu glanced at the so-called Four Heroes of Demonic Rock, then swept his gaze over the Ever-Changing Demon Lord, whose Lightness Skill was rather impressive.

The reason he had not rushed to act was because he sensed a True Master not far from the scene!

That person felt incredibly powerful to him.

Who knew how many times stronger he was than this Ever-Changing Demon Lord!

So he had been waiting, afraid of scaring away this great source of Merit Points. But now, he had no choice but to make his move.

"Daoist Priest Zhang? What are you doing?"

Li Gang was startled by Zhang Chu's actions. Was he actually stepping out at a time like this, intending to fight?

Zhang Chu did not answer.

He merely looked toward Sky Fire Cave beyond the battlefield.

He could sense that concealed aura stir ever so slightly. Was the big fish about to flee?

There was no time to worry about that. If it truly ran, then he would take these people as interest first.

"Daoist Priest Zhang, do not act rashly! Did you not see what happened to Young Hero Bai just now?"

Sun Jingyi said anxiously.

Elder Longtu also frowned. "Young man, do not overestimate yourself. Bai Feiyu, seventh on the Human Ranking, was no match for them. Do you think that just because you killed Yuan Haotian, you are stronger than him?"

Lei Potian was even more direct. "Kid, though you killed Jin Kui and ruined Jinguang Temple, the Four Heroes of Demonic Rock and the Ever-Changing Demon Lord are not opponents you can contend with. So long as green hills remain, there will be no lack of firewood. Do not act rashly."

Even Deng Wuzong said, "Little Friend Zhang Chu, you are young and accomplished. There is no need to throw your life away for nothing. The Demonic Cult is powerful. We should retreat first and notify the other sects to send reinforcements!"

Zhang Chu's face remained calm and unruffled. He offered no explanation, merely saying lightly, "Rest assured, everyone. I know my limits."

With that, he strode toward the battlefield.

The others wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.

"You are Zhang Chu?"

The Four Heroes of Demonic Rock fixed eight eyes on him.

One of them spoke, his voice carrying a cruel smile. "You killed Jin Kui of the Boat Gang and ruined the Sacred Cult's long-standing arrangements at Jinguang Temple. We have wanted to find you for a long time."

Another took over. "Who would have thought you would deliver yourself to our doorstep?"

The third said, "You have saved us quite a bit of trouble."

The fourth said, "Kill you, and the Sacred Cult will reward us handsomely."

The four stepped forward in unison. The Four Symbols aura surged once more, its might threefold stronger than before.

They intended to use the cruelest means possible to torture this young man who had repeatedly opposed the Sacred Cult to death.

"Shut up! A bunch of useless trash! You could not even lure out the big fish. What use are you alive?" Zhang Chu looked at the four men, and a terrifying fury suddenly rose on his face.

The Four Heroes of Demonic Rock froze.

Before they could even understand what he meant—

A terrifying force, so mighty it seemed capable of blasting apart the heavens, erupted with a thunderous crash!

"Boom—!!!"

An invisible shockwave exploded outward from Zhang Chu. The ground cracked inch by inch, and Broken Rocks rose into the air.

Vast, surging True Gang Qi shot straight into the sky, shredding the clouds overhead like rolling tidal waves!

In that instant, everyone froze.

Li Gang's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg inside, his eyes nearly bulging from their sockets as he stared at Zhang Chu in shock.

Even Deng Wuzong and Tu Xiong, these two grandmasters of the Earth Ranking, could not help drawing in a sharp breath at the same time.

"A True Gang Grandmaster?!"

"Such a young True Gang Grandmaster?!"

"Impossible!!!" the Four Heroes of Demonic Rock roared in unison, panic entering their voices for the first time.

But they had weathered countless battles. In an instant, they suppressed their fear and pushed the Four Symbols Divine Skill to its limit.

Azure Dragon! White Tiger! Vermilion Bird! Black Tortoise!

The Four Symbols merged into one, transforming into a Gang Qi force over three meters wide. It tore through the air and blasted toward Zhang Chu!

The might of this strike could even heavily wound a grandmaster newly entered into True Gang. This was their confidence.

Yet Zhang Chu merely raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gave a gentle slap. Heaven and earth changed in an instant.

[Northern Cold Flame True Hand!]

One half froze over, cold air spreading everywhere.

The other half blazed, flames roaring skyward.

A phantom giant hand struck the four men. Ice and fire, two extremes, appeared at the same time.

There was no sound, no tremor.

Only absolute, crushing destruction.

"Th-this... what kind of power is this? Ah!!..."

The ferocity on the Four Heroes of Demonic Rock's faces froze into boundless terror. They wanted to flee, only to find their bodies imprisoned by the power of ice and fire. They could not even move a finger.

"No!!..."

Four screams came to an abrupt stop.

The instant their bodies touched the giant hand, they silently vanished, like ice and snow beneath the blazing sun.

When the wind blew, they became a rain of blood filling the sky.

[Merit Points +60000!]

The entire scene fell deathly silent.

With a single move, the Four Heroes of Demonic Rock—whose fame shook the Jianghu and who together could kill Earth Ranking grandmasters—had been reduced to nothing, without even corpses left behind.

"Hiss—"

No one knew who first sucked in a cold breath.

Then came more gasps, the sound of swords falling to the ground, and the sound of knees going weak.

The Dragon Diagram Fist Saint stared fixedly at Zhang Chu. Those iron fists that could split mountains and shatter rocks were trembling faintly now.

Not from fear, but from shock—utter disbelief.

Looking at that figure who seemed both god and demon, Sun Jingyi felt for the first time just how insignificant her sword was.

Bai Feiyu lay on the ground, looking at Zhang Chu, looking at the True Gang Grandmaster who was even younger than himself. So his seventh place on the Human Ranking had been nothing but a joke.

At this moment, even the Ever-Changing Demon Lord looked at Zhang Chu with a trace of suspicion and surprise.

"A True Gang Grandmaster? I never expected Sword Forging Manor to be hiding someone like you. No wonder you dared step forward!"

Zhang Chu ignored him.

His expression remained cold as he said, "You are another piece of useless trash. Since keeping you alive serves no purpose, go die as well."

At those words, the Ever-Changing Demon Lord narrowed his eyes. "You have only just entered True Gang, and you already think you are something extraordinary?"

As he spoke, Demonic Qi around the Ever-Changing Demon Lord surged wildly, turning into countless streams of frigid Gang wind that gave shrill howls.

"This lord entered the True Gang Realm ten years ago. The number of experts at the initial grandmaster stage I have killed exceeds the fingers on one hand!"

"Today, I will let you know what it means to—"

Before the Ever-Changing Demon Lord could finish, a phantom giant hand had already reached him, cold flame alternating!

"So fast!" The Ever-Changing Demon Lord's pupils shrank sharply.

By instinct, he activated the Thousand Illusions Demonic Art. Countless streams of frigid Gang Qi gathered into a Heaven Covering demonic palm.

This palm contained the sum of his lifelong cultivation. Even grandmasters within the top thirty of the Earth Ranking would have to treat it with caution!

"Rumble rumble!!..."

When the two palms collided, the Ever-Changing Demon Lord's movements froze. He lowered his head and looked at his chest.

An indescribably strange power was surging in from his chest toward his five viscera and six bowels.

"So strong!..." Shock hung on the Ever-Changing Demon Lord's face, along with a trace of... bewilderment.

"Bang!!!"

Without warning, the Ever-Changing Demon Lord's body suddenly exploded. His flesh shattered into countless pieces, blood scattering across the sky.

The Ever-Changing Demon Lord, comparable to the top thirty of the Earth Ranking, died!

[Merit Points +22000!]

At that moment, it was as though even the wind had stopped.

Everyone stared blankly at the rain of blood continually falling from the sky, at Zhang Chu, whose clothes remained unstained by dust.

The remaining Demonic Cult followers began retreating rapidly.

They did not even care about the supreme treasure, the Gold Corpse.

"Retreat... retreat! Quickly notify the Red Dust Envoy!"