Immortal Sword Slays Great Demon

This move was like poking a hornet's nest.

The giant python's head reared high into the air.

From its bottomless, blood-red maw, a nauseating, fishy stench billowed out.

"Ah!"

The green-robed cultivator, his hair disheveled and his heart shattered by terror, had completely lost his reason. Incapable of thought, he panicked and frantically activated the spirit talisman he had been clutching tightly.

Instantly, a brilliant green light erupted.

A small, square seal manifested in the air.

Spiritual light swirled across its surface, faintly reflecting images of lakes and mountains.

It was a talisman treasure refined by a Spirit Severing cultivator.

At first, it was no larger than a palm.

But within that crystalline green radiance, its size expanded rapidly, transforming in the blink of an eye into something as massive as a towering hill.

A thunderous rumble reached their ears as it smashed down fiercely toward the giant python's head.

As for the green-robed cultivator, he didn't even look back; his heart torn with fear, he turned and fled without a moment's hesitation.

"Hiss..."

A teeth-grinding serpentine screech pierced the air.

The python did not lunge to devour its prey. Instead, it held its head high and flicked its tongue.

A massive sound of inhalation echoed through the void.

The frantically fleeing green-robed cultivator suddenly halted his flight.

It was not that he wanted to stop, but that he was beyond his own control.

The green-robed cultivator felt a tremendous suction force that rendered him unable to move. His entire body trembled, and his face was etched with terror.

"No..."

He cried out to the heavens.

But as the sound of inhalation grew louder, a layer of blood-colored mist began to drift out from his seven orifices and every pore of his body.

His entire frame shriveled like a deflating balloon. His skin rapidly lost its luster, and the man, who had appeared to be in his forties, saw his thick black hair wither away until he quickly transformed into a gaunt, withered old man.

His eyes grew unfocused, and his vitality vanished.

Finally, he turned into a dried corpse and plummeted from mid-air.

"Ch-chatter..."

The woman in red, having witnessed everything, felt her teeth chatter. Cold sweat drenched her, and she pressed her hands desperately over her mouth to keep from screaming.

She was certainly not grieving; rather, she felt a sense of kinship in their plight. Seeing the green-robed cultivator's end, she could not help but feel a chilling sense of shared fate.

What was she to do?

She dared not run.

The warning was right before her eyes.

But staying here meant the same outcome: ending up in the snake's belly.

Setting aside the fact that she was terrified of death, even a brave and fearless soul might face a blade without flinching, but this method of death was enough to chill anyone to the bone.

Just then, the python turned its head.

Clearly, although it had just devoured a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was still hungry for more.

Thus, those cold, malicious snake eyes locked onto the feast before it.

Madam Wei was on the verge of a breakdown.

She did not want to die.

But now, the choice was no longer hers to make.

She clutched an object tightly in her hand.

It was not with the intention of fighting to the death, but to end her own life.

"At least, I finally saw my enemy walk before me."

The woman in red gave a miserable laugh.

Then, she thrust the short sword in her hand fiercely toward her own dantian.

She wanted to destroy her Nascent Soul along with her body and detonate all her spiritual power—not to injure the enemy, but to avoid having her corpse end up in the snake's belly.

This was the best choice she could make in her utter desperation.

But the next moment, she discovered in horror that she was already unable to move.

In the python's massive, slit-pupiled eyes, a cold luster flickered, perhaps even tinged with a hint of mockery.

It was as if it were saying: "Little morsel, you think you can shake a tree like an ant? Do you really believe you have any room to struggle or resist before This King?"

The creature had not actually made a sound.

Yet, Madam Wei felt as though she had read the meaning in its eyes.

She grew even more terrified.

At this moment, she was not only unable to move, but the spiritual power within her dantian and meridians seemed to have frozen solid.

What kind of monster was this?

Not only was its size immense, but its cultivation realm was likely absurdly high.

Just then, the python's head slowly drew closer.

Like Mount Tai pressing down, its massive bulk almost blotted out the entire sky, and the stench of its serpent saliva was enough to make one retch.

At that very moment.

Clang...

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

The clouds split apart.

It was as if the gloom that had caused the sun to hide behind the clouds upon the great demon's emergence had been violently torn to shreds by something.

The sky cleared once more, and sunlight spilled down from the clouds.

It shone upon her body, dispelling the chill and bringing warmth.

Madam Wei, who had closed her eyes in anticipation of death, suddenly snapped them open.

Then, to her astonishment, she discovered that she was still alive.

Not only was she alive, but her numb limbs could move again, and the spiritual power in her body, which had felt sealed by ice, began to flow once more like spring flowers blooming.

Having escaped death, Madam Wei felt bewildered after her initial joy.

Could a senior expert have arrived here?

But why could she not sense the grand spiritual energy radiating from them?

Wait, that monstrous sword intent...

Madam Wei suddenly found the source of this change.

She whipped her head around, only to find that the giant python's attention was no longer on her.

High in the sky, above the nine heavens, a sword hung suspended, its sword qi soaring into the heavens.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the massive python from afar.

And this fiend was no longer as relaxed and indifferent as it had been a moment ago.

Instead, a rumbling sound reached her ears; it was the python's body, stretching for who knew how many hundreds or thousands of miles, trembling in fear.

The movement caused the ground to shake.

Rocks tumbled, birds and beasts fled in panic, and the trees flattened once more.

The serpent's eyes glinted with a cold, icy luster, yet it could not suppress the terror in its heart.

The Black Python Demon King itself found it inconceivable.

In a trance, it was transported back ten thousand years, to when it was just a tiny black snake slithering through the jungle.

Suddenly, a torrential rain fell, and the rumbling thunder brought with it a fear etched deep into its soul—the fear of heavenly lightning.

It was the same here.

No, it was even worse than back then.

For in those days, although the heavenly lightning was terrifying, it had not been aimed at the snake; but now, the Black Python Demon King felt that its very aura had been completely locked onto by its opponent.

Its eyes glowed with a chilling, ghostly light, yet it dared not move a muscle.

Despite the vast disparity in their sizes, it felt as if it were the weak and helpless one.

It dared not move, but the Locust Wood Immortal Sword would not wait in place.

It had come here to kill the enemy, not to intimidate.

Its master had said that it was now a mature immortal sword and must learn to slay demons and eliminate evil on its own.

Though it did not understand, its master's will had to be carried out.

And so...

Like a sudden burst of silver light, like a startling flash of thunder.

The immortal sword hanging above the nine heavens seemed to transform into a blinding, dazzling sun.

The sunlight spilled down, shining upon all things.

The earth collapsed into particles, and the trees dissolved, drifting away with the wind.

Under the radiance of that sun, it was as if everything in the world had become melting spring snow.

And the massive Black Python Demon King, whose body was like an endless mountain range, saw its boundless demonic energy crumbling away...

Its colossal demonic form vanished with the wind; this arrogant, peerless great demon was, in this moment, as fragile and vulnerable as a mere clay dog or a wooden chicken.