PDLP Chapter 112 True Martial Arts Subdues Demons
Chapter 112 True Martial Arts Subdues Demons
Chapter 112 True Martial Arts Subdues Demons
Kong Shizhang was the first to be hit, but he did not back down. Instead, he stepped forward, and the Seven Star Wooden Sword in his hand shone with an unprecedented blue-gold light, trying to protect the people behind him and the core of the ritual.
However, the power of that torrent of blood and evil energy far exceeded what he could currently resist. His face turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
At the critical moment, "Hmph."
A soft hum, seemingly coming from the heavens above, or perhaps echoing in the hearts of every living being. Calm yet carrying an undeniable majesty, it instantly overshadowed Xia Jie's domineering declaration and the roar of the blood-soaked torrent.
Above Taiqing Palace, the fading True Martial radiance suddenly re-condensed, and its brightness increased by billions of times!
It was no longer a gentle bright yellow, but transformed into a pure, magnificent, and supreme purple-gold divine light!
In the light, a towering, illusory figure of an emperor could be vaguely seen. He was barefoot and had long hair, wore a black robe and golden armor, stood on a tortoise and a snake, and held a divine sword. His face was shrouded in endless divine radiance and could not be seen clearly. Only his eyes, which seemed to encompass the starry sea and could see through all illusions, were now indifferently looking at the dark face in the east.
Without any earth-shattering moves, the Emperor's phantom simply raised its left hand, which was not holding a sword, and gently pressed it down towards the surging torrent of dark red blood energy.
Snapped!
Like the soft sound of a bubble bursting, it solidified, disintegrated, and vanished instantly with this gentle press! Like ice and snow under the blazing sun, it left no trace.
Not only that, the illusory hand that seemed to contain the ultimate truth of the universe did not stop. Following the trajectory of the blood-fiend torrent, it crossed endless space and pressed back towards the dark face between the eastern sea and sky!
"What?!" The arrogance and ferocity on the dark face were instantly replaced by astonishment and a hint of horror. Xia Jie felt an irresistible, incomprehensible force, as if representing the "right order" and "supreme" authority of this world, crushing him down. He was as fragile as paper before this force!
"Roar—!" He let out a unwilling roar, his dark face struggling desperately, drawing on the power of the Shikoku Island itself in the distance to try to resist.
However, it was all in vain.
The purplish-gold hand phantom appeared to move slowly, but in reality, it ignored the distance in time and space and gently imprinted itself on the dark face.
There was no explosion, no loud noise.
That dark tyrant's face, which terrified the entire land and made the world's elites grim, was slapped directly into the sea. In the end, only Xia Jie's muffled groan, filled with utter shock and rage, and a low growl like a vow remained: "Zhenwu—I will remember you!"
The purplish-gold imperial phantom withdrew its palm, and the light seemed to sweep over the awestruck masses below, pausing for a fraction of a second on Kong Shizhang before slowly fading away along with the dazzling divine light that filled the sky, as if it had never existed.
The sky cleared, and sunlight streamed down. If it weren't for the lingering, soul-deep warmth and peace, and the still-lingering ripples of energy in the air, the breathtaking battle across the distance would almost seem like an illusion.
Dead silence.
The entire Laoshan Mountain, and indeed all places that witnessed this scene through the live broadcast, fell into a brief silence.
Immediately following was a frenzy of upheaval and tsunami!
"The True Martial Emperor! He has manifested! He shattered Xia Jie's projection with a single slap!"
"My God! It's real! A battle fought remotely! The True Martial Emperor won!"
"The Supreme Emperor of the Dark Heaven! Mighty! The Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerable! Mighty!"
Su Fan arrived at the Faith Power Collection Pool, the Land of Divine Birth, the Divine Incubation Room, the Origin of the Gods.
The True Martial God embryo, which appears to be growing exceptionally well, seems to have no problems.
"It seems that manifesting divine power really helps in gathering faith power! In all this time, the True Martial embryo is taking shape!" Su Fan said.
"That's not entirely the reason. The main reason is that the True Martial Sword, as a divine artifact of faith, can absorb and transform the power of faith to a greater extent," the Heavenly Dao also appeared and said.
"So Japan also has the Three Sacred Treasures? What's going on?"
"This is different. Because I previously studied the power of faith, I used up all the power of faith within the Three Sacred Treasures. It wasn't converted at all to nourish the Takamagahara Pantheon!" Tendou explained.
"If that's the case, doesn't it mean I should collect the religious artifacts from other sects to accelerate the collection of faith power?"
"Here's the thing, why don't you consider playing Michael? After all, the power of faith on the Christian side must be very strong! And now my level in the power of faith is much higher. With several artifacts of faith in hand, I can utilize the power of faith throughout the world!"
Tokugawa Koji stared at the few talismans that were still faintly glowing, his eyes dark. This was the new contraption created by the Onmyoji Abe no Gen? The supposedly divine talismans capable of fighting heavenly soldiers? They seemed utterly insignificant.
He reached out and grabbed at the air, and a talisman flew into his hand. Upon contact, a faint burning and repulsive sensation came from his palm, but it was easily suppressed by the cold aura generated by the circulation of the "Nine Nether Soul Demon Body Forging Chapter" within his body.
The golden patterns on the talisman were clearly visible to him, carrying a sense of order and purification that he instinctively loathed.
"Hmph, a mere trick." Tokugawa Koji exerted force with his fingertips, releasing a burst of Yin energy. The golden patterns on the talisman paper quickly dimmed, disintegrated, and vanished in wisps of green smoke.
"This meager glimmer of light dares to call itself Shinto?" It seems Abe Genna has run out of tricks.
He threw the discarded talisman on the ground, his gaze sweeping over the captured soldiers. Though their eyes held fear, they also held a stubbornness and hope. This made him extremely unhappy.
"So, you still harbor illusions about that Onmyoji and this worthless piece of paper?" Tokugawa Koji's voice was icy. "Fine, then let you, let the entire Kyushu, let the whole world see clearly how laughable these fancy tricks are in the face of absolute power!"
He raised the tiger tally in his hand, his voice somehow carrying across the entire front line: "Order! Accelerate the advance! Slaughter all who resist, soldiers and civilians alike! This general will forge the infamous name of my Xia with the blood of the Nine Provinces, and I will also let that sorcerer hiding in Yingdu know that his talismans cannot save anyone!"
Upon receiving the order, the Yin army's malevolent aura surged even higher, like a rolling black tide, rushing towards the heart of the Nine Provinces with even greater speed and ferocity.
Along the way, villages turned into ghost towns, towns were swallowed by darkness, resisters were ruthlessly crushed, and those who surrendered were branded with the "Youxia" slave mark.
"My lord, something terrible has happened! His Majesty is in trouble!" a servant shouted toward Tokugawa Koji's location.
"Don't make such a fuss. His Majesty's divine might is invincible. What could possibly happen to him? If you dare to spread rumors again, I'll charge you with disrupting the morale of the army!" Tokugawa Koji naturally didn't believe it. His Majesty Xia Jie's strength was unparalleled throughout history. What could possibly happen to him? He thought that some people were just making things up based on hearsay.