An Jing’s angry eyes snapped open, completely unmoved. With a flick of his hand, he pulled out a sword box: "You too must die, today!"
The flying sword shot out, tracing a brilliant arc of light. The Shadow Heart Demon was taken by surprise. It never imagined someone could be utterly devoid of Heart Demons, or rather, that this young Martial Artist, once in battle, would be consumed with nothing but murderous intent. Normally he might be able to reflect on himself for a few seconds, pondering if there was something he could have done better.
Boom! The ferocious Thunder Light Sword Light blasted the Shadow Heart Demon down, forcing it into a physical form, while An Jing leapt down from Teng Shuang. His Killing Life manifested in his hand, cutting through the wind and snow, releasing a vacuum Sword Qi that caused the Martial Meridian Heavenly Demon to let out a wretched howl. A plume of pitch-black smoke shot out from behind it, clearly indicating severe damage!
Its body was naturally weaker than that of ordinary Martial Meridians. Its abilities were all focused on buffing allies and inducing demonic possession. An Jing, with a heart firm as iron and stone, using Thunder Method specially designed to kill Heavenly Demons, possessed a terrifyingly strong body. If it was a battle against this kind of Heavenly Demon, not only could An Jing use Inner Strength to reverse-assault the Martial Meridian, but he could even take on three at once!
In mid-air, the Shadow Heart Demon used the last of its strength, transforming into a beam of Demon Light in an attempt to charge into An Jing’s Divine Sea on his forehead. But frankly, it was an egregiously mistaken choice—before the elders with Evil Suppressing Emperor Blood Heavenly Profound True Talismans could act, the junior Primordial Spirit Sword Lotus trembled slightly, releasing a trace of Thunder Sword Intent, and the Heavenly Demon’s final struggle fizzled to nothing.
And An Jing delivered a sword strike that shattered it into spreading ashes, its remnants instantly refined by the Heavenly Profound True Talisman into a ball of Mysterious Primordial Qi.
This counted as the first Martial Meridian An Jing had truly slain by his own power. But now was not the time to rejoice; there was one more enemy left.
On the ground, the Demonic Degeneration Martial Meridian was rushing toward the entrance of the Primordial Spirit Cave. Weng Cuiyu’s roots attempted to entangle it several times, but the Demonic Degeneration Martial Meridian forcefully broke free. Among the three demons, it was not the strongest but the most balanced, whether it be in Soul and Spirit, body, skills, or perception.
Just like now, it had been about to charge into the Primordial Spirit Cave but suddenly stopped and retreated sharply—the Immaculate Wood inside had been storing power and suddenly unleashed a storm-like blast of Gold Fiend Qi.
If it had recklessly entered earlier, it would likely be reduced to rubble now!
Yet in just that moment of delay, it no longer had any chance to advance.
Boom! The white-gold lightning, following the sword, thundered down toward its neck, bubbling and spreading furiously. The terrifying lethality forced the Demonic Degeneration Martial Meridian to turn and draw its Magic Soldier Hand Axe to clash with An Jing.
The shockwave from the sword and axe collision erupted with countless vicious electrical arcs and cold Demonic Qi. An Jing was repelled by the reaction force, his Killing Life becoming unstable and having to be retracted. The Demonic Degeneration Martial Meridian’s footing crumbled, blasting mounds of smoke skyward, stumbling and half-kneeling, obviously suffering the greater loss.
But quickly, a ’Fate Pattern halo’ appeared behind the Demonic Degeneration Martial Meridian’s head, similar to that seen in Kanming City’s Necrocontroller Demon. The incessant power allowed it to stand again—such techniques were clearly becoming widespread in the True Demon Sect!
But now was not the time to think about that, An Jing shouted mid-air: "Weng Cuiyu!"
A vine stretched out, catching the knocked-back An Jing, not only that, but it also infused him with sea-like refined Vitality Spirit Energy. Weng Cuiyu swung its vine, launching An Jing in an arc, while An Jing exploited the momentum to erupt with Elixir Power, shooting forward like a cannonball, wreathed in flames of Blood Fiend and the golden light of thunder.
The Demonic Degeneration Martial Meridian’s Magic Soldier Hand Axe had just been blown away by the shockwave, leaving it no time to activate any Fate Pattern Divine Skill. It had to rely on its Martial Meridian strength, the Giant Spirits foundation, to meet the descending An Jing—similar to a blazing meteor—with a clenched fist.
The impact was silent, but the Demonic Degeneration Martial Meridian felt as if the punch it encountered was not a human body, but a piece of indestructible Divine Steel, a sharpened precious sword!
Although An Jing was once again repelled, the Demonic Degeneration Martial Meridian’s fists dripped with blood, black Qi swirling around it. It took over a dozen steps back, then convulsed as dozens of wounds appeared as if pierced by sharp swords, with blood swords jetting out, the corrosive Demonic Blood eroding rock and snow.
This time, An Jing didn’t need to finish it off. The core of Weng Cuiyu had already arrived. It angrily thrashed its vines, blasting the Demonic Degeneration Martial Meridian deep into the mountain. The peak Martial Meridian Great Demon Spirits’ destructive power utterly smashed the Heavenly Demon, draining it of blood and transforming it into clumps of Mysterious Primordial Qi.
An Jing landed and unceremoniously took the Mysterious Primordial Qi, and Weng Cuiyu, far from minding the small detail, let out a long breath: [Thank goodness you were here, Lord An. If not, two of them would have held me off while the third attacked the Primordial Spirit Cave. I wouldn’t have been able to stop them.]
An Jing didn’t boast much: "That wouldn’t be an issue either. The Immaculate Wood has some fighting capability. It is the central essence born from the Spirit Vein of the Primordial Spirit Cave, capable of nurturing the embryo of a Divine Weapon. It can hold off a Martial Meridian."
"Without Weng Shenjun drawing their fire, I wouldn’t have been able to find their weakness. Let’s split the credit fifty-fifty."
Actually, he had almost completely drained all of his Spiritual Power just now. If it weren’t for Weng Cuiyu transferring a surge of power to him, and the restoration from the Heavenly Profound True Talisman’s Xuanyuan Pure Light, An Jing would now have to rely solely on his fists and kicks. Considering this, Weng Cuiyu truly deserved a lot of credit.