102: Slay the Demon Lord, and may your glory last forever!

Boom!

The next moment, accompanied by a loud bang, the sky was completely torn apart.

Visibly, the entire battlefield in the sky was clearly delineated!

On one side was the Pojun Demon Lord, who had burned all the Origin of his Clone, gathering the Evil Qi of a million military souls from the entire battlefield.

It transformed into that enormous black vortex.

The vortex spun and compressed madly, eventually forming a terrifying Demonic Star, over a hundred zhang in diameter, dark red all over, as if cast from solidified blood and bones!

On top of the Demonic Star, roars echoed!

Countless tormented faces floated within the Demonic Star.

These were all the military souls who had fallen on this northern battlefield since ancient times!

Destruction! Despair! Annihilation!

This Demonic Star was the personification of war!

It carried a terrifying Aura that sought to crush everything and return the world to dead silence.

"Die!"

The next moment, the Pojun Demon Lord roared and poured Spiritual Qi into the Demonic Star before him!

"Buzz buzz buzz~"

Instantly, the Demonic Star smashed towards Chen Xu's direction!

On the other side.

Was Chen Xu.

He had completely merged with that hundred-zhang-long, heaven-piercing giant sword.

Primordial Violet Qi was poured into it without reservation.

On the ancient sword body, azure and violet divine light flowed incessantly, and he transformed into a violet sword rainbow that pierced through heaven and earth.

Defying the heavens, he ascended!

At this moment.

On the Heavenly Wolf Pass city wall, hundreds of thousands of defending soldiers.

Outside the pass, the reassembled million-strong Demon Army.

Everyone stopped breathing, forgetting to think.

They instinctively looked up, their gazes a mixture of extreme fear and supreme reverence.

They gazed at the miracle about to collide in the sky!

Marquis Zhenbei clutched the battlements tightly, his old face drained of all color.

Li Hu and Wang Bao, along with other generals, trembled like sieves.

Their teeth chattered uncontrollably.

Even Murong Zhuyun, who had always been calm and confident in Chen Xu.

Her jade hands, hidden in her sleeves, were tightly clenched at this moment.

Her pretty face was full of solemnity.

Too strong!

Either of these two forces was enough to completely wipe Heavenly Wolf Pass, along with all of them, from this land!

They were like ants on the edge of a divine arena, not even having the right to decide their own life or death.

Under the gaze of countless eyes below.

That blood-colored Demonic Star, symbolizing destruction.

And that violet sword rainbow, representing absolute resolve.

Finally.

Smashed into each other with a roar!

There was no sound.

No explosion.

At the moment of contact between the two.

The entire world seemed to have been muted.

All earth-shattering sounds disappeared instantly without a trace.

Immediately after.

Heaven and earth lost all their colors.

Whether it was the blood-colored Devilish Qi, the azure sword light, or the color of the soldiers' armor, all faded at this moment.

Turning into monochrome black and white.

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely.

Yet it also felt like only an instant had passed.

The next second.

The extreme silence was broken!

An indescribably dazzling light burst forth from the center of the collision!

The light, initially just a point.

Then, it transformed into a violet sun, wildly spreading in all directions with an unstoppable, violent force!

"Boom~"

A deafening roar came, a sound that seemed capable of piercing eardrums, clearly exceeding the decibel level a Cultivator's ears could withstand!

"Ah—!"

Countless low-level soldiers, both Great Feng Dynasty Cultivators and Demonic Path Cultivators.

All screamed in pain under the illumination of this light.

They felt as if their eyes had been seared by a red-hot iron, and tears uncontrollably gushed out.

They instantly lost their sight!

Even a Golden Core Cultivator like Marquis Zhenbei could only barely squint his eyes.

Trying to see what was happening at the center of the light.

Then.

They saw a scene they would never forget.

The violet sword rainbow, at the moment it collided with the blood-colored Demonic Star.

There was no pause, no obstruction whatsoever.

It simply... passed straight through!

Like a sharp blade cutting through a block of tofu!

That terrifying Demonic Star, which had gathered a million military souls and condensed all the Origin of the Pojun Demon Lord's Clone.

Was unbelievably fragile before the violet sword rainbow!

Primordial Violet Qi!

That was the Origin power that transcended all Dao!

The violent, chaotic Demonic Path Spiritual Qi inside the Demonic Star was completely purified the moment it came into contact with the Primordial Violet Qi!

Utterly annihilated!

Crack!

A sound of shattering echoed in everyone's hearts.

A faint violet crack suddenly appeared on the enormous blood-colored Demonic Star.

Immediately after.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Countless cracks, centered on that sword mark, spread wildly across the surface of the Demonic Star!

Finally.

Boom!!!

The blood-colored Demonic Star shattered with a roar!

Turning into countless blood-colored specks of light.

Dissipating into the air.

The light faded.

The several-zhang-tall Demonic God body of the Pojun Demon Lord reappeared in mid-air.

Only now.

A massive, clean-edged hole, transparent from front to back, appeared in his chest!

Through that hole, one could even see the dim sky behind him.

Giving an extremely eerie feeling!

On the other side, the Pojun Demon Lord stiffly lowered his head, looking at the fatal wound in his chest, his blood-flame burning pupils filled with shock and bewilderment.

"No..."

"This... impossible..."

He muttered to himself, as if unable to accept the reality before him.

His proud Seven Kill Pojun Body.

His ultimate attack, burning all the Origin of his Clone.

Was actually... broken by a single sword strike from the opponent?

No... impossible!

How could this guy possess such power that restrained their Demonic Path Cultivators!

No matter how much he couldn't figure it out or understand it!

But the Devilish Qi on his body was dissipating at a visible speed.

His indestructible demonic body also began to turn into dust inch by inch, scattering into the air with the wind.

At the other end of the sky.

Chen Xu's figure also reappeared.

He held the myriad ages azure cloud sword, standing proudly above the Nine Heavens.

His azure robes had a few tears.

A trace of undried blood still hung from the corner of his mouth.

But his Aura was as steady as a mountain, as profound as a deep abyss.

His eyes were even more calm and indifferent!

He just floated quietly in the air, his gaze contemptuous, looking down at everything below.

As if he were a Nine Heavens Sword God in charge of life and death!

Below.

Inside and outside Heavenly Wolf Pass.

Whether it was the million-strong Demon Army or the hundred thousand defending soldiers.

Everyone was completely stunned by this miraculous scene.

Their minds were blank.

Won?

Just like that... won?

That Pojun Demon Lord, who was as unconquerable as a god or devil.

Was just like that... slain?

"Chen... Xu..."

At this moment, the Pojun Demon Lord's rapidly dissipating body stirred again.

Anyone could feel it.

His voice no longer held its previous dominance and majesty, only endless hatred remained.

"You... are strong..."

"But you can't change anything... Just wait... The will of seven kill demon star will surely return!"

"This world... will eventually return to the ruins!"

His gaze was fixed on Chen Xu.

As if he wanted to engrave his image deeply into his memory.

"My true body... will be at the end of the world..."

"Waiting for you!"

The moment his words fell.

Boom!

The last trace of the Pojun Demon Lord's remnant body also completely turned into dust.

Dissipating between heaven and earth.

With the complete dissipation of his Clone.

That huge and eerie blood-colored general star, suspended above the Demon Army camp.

Its light suddenly dimmed as well.

Finally, with a "crack," it shattered into a rain of light.

For the Demon Army.

The Pojun Demon Lord was not just their commander.

He was also their undefeated God of War!

He was their faith! He was the source of their courage!

As long as the Demonic Lord stood firm, they believed they were invincible!

But now.

Their god, in front of all of them.

Was slain by that azure-robed man with a single sword strike!

That towering figure, that overwhelming sword strike, directly extinguished the pride and belief in their hearts!

Their faith... collapsed with a roar at this moment!

After a brief, dead silence.

Came a mountain-toppling, sea-raging panic!

"Lord Demonic Lord... died?"

A Demonic Path Golden Core Cultivator stared blankly at the empty sky.

The saber in his hand clattered to the ground.

"...Dead..."

"Run!"

Someone, for the first time, let out a terrified cry.

He threw away the weapon in his hand, like a madman.

Turning to flee desperately towards the northern wasteland.

This sound, this action, was like a spark that instantly ignited the entire powder keg!

Panic spread wildly among the million-strong Demon Army!

"Run!"

"The God of War is dead! We can't win!"

"Flee! Flee back to the Sect!"

Countless Demonic Path Cultivators threw away their heavy weapons and armor.

Crying and screaming.

Scattering and fleeing like headless flies.

The entire Demon Army front collapsed completely!

The million-strong army, which had been overwhelming and sky-obscuring just a moment ago.

At this moment, completely turned into a scattered mess.

A group of dogs without homes, scrambling for their lives!

The army collapsed like a mountain!

On the city tower.

Marquis Zhenbei, Li Hu, Wang Bao... all the Great Feng Dynasty generals finally recovered from the extreme shock.

They looked at the chaotic, self-trampling Demon Army below.

Completely unable to control their emotions.

"We won..."

"We... won!!"

Marquis Zhenbei, this iron-blooded Marquis who had spent his life in battle, was now like a child.

Old tears streamed down his face, sobbing uncontrollably!

Li Hu and Wang Bao were even more excited, directly kneeling on the ground, kowtowing heavily several times towards the azure-robed figure in the sky!

A miracle!

This was a true miracle!

The Imperial Tutor, one man, one sword, in front of a million troops, slew the enemy chieftain!

Turning the tide when it was about to capsize, propping up a collapsing edifice!

Just as all the defending soldiers were immersed in the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe.

Chen Xu's voice boomed down from above the Nine Heavens.

"Transmit my Commander's Order!"

Chen Xu in the sky slowly raised the myriad ages azure cloud sword in his hand.

The sword tip pointed distantly at the fleeing million-strong Demon Army below.

His voice was filled with endless Killing Intent!

"Open the city gates!"

"All troops attack!"

"Pursue the fleeing enemy!"

"Today!"

"I want this northern region to be free of demonic traces!"

Chen Xu's voice descended from the Nine Heavens.

Every word was like a divine decree, heavily striking the hearts of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers at Heavenly Wolf Pass!

That cold, resolute Killing Intent.

Instantly ignited the fighting spirit in everyone's chests!

"Roar!"

Marquis Zhenbei's eyes were bloodshot at this moment, and he was the first to draw the sword from his waist, roaring towards the sky!

"Open the city gates!!"

"Avenge our fallen brothers!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The long-suppressed frustration, the grief of witnessing comrades die tragically, the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe.

The supreme reverence for the Imperial Advisor!

All emotions converged into one word at this moment!

Kill!

Boom!

The heavy main city gate of Heavenly Wolf Pass, under the combined efforts of countless soldiers, let out a deafening roar and slowly began to open inwards!

Outside the gate were the fleeing, scattered Demon Army of a million strong, like headless flies!

Inside the gate was the Dynasty's iron army, brimming with monstrous Killing Intent, ready for battle!

"All forces! Charge with me!"

Li Hu led the charge, the former commander of the capital's Imperial Guards.

At this moment, he was like a madman, the first to rush out of the city gate!

Behind him was a surging torrent of armored soldiers!

The Zhenbei Army! The Star Guards!

And all the Cultivators who could still wield swords!

They were like a flood breaking through a dam, roaring and shouting.

They charged into the vast northern wilderness!

An unprecedented great pursuit thus began!

...Three days and three nights!

This pursuit lasted for three days and three nights!

The front line stretched from below Heavenly Wolf Pass.

All the way to ten thousand miles beyond the northern wilderness!

For the defeated Demon Army, these three days and three nights were Hell!

"Don't kill me! I surrender! I surrender!"

A Demonic Path Foundation Establishment Cultivator threw down his weapon and knelt on the ground.

He kowtowed and begged for mercy, tears and snot flowing.

But what answered him was a cold iron spear, mercilessly piercing through his chest.

"The Imperial Advisor has commanded: all who do not voluntarily disarm and gather in one place shall be killed without mercy!"

A Great Feng Dynasty soldier expressionlessly pulled out his long spear.

Without even glancing at the corpse on the ground, he continued to pursue the next target.

The Demon Army, with their faith shattered, were no longer that disciplined and terrifying army that inspired dread.

They were just a flock of lambs dominated by fear.

Having lost their commander, lost their God of War, they couldn't even manage the most basic organized resistance.

They only knew to flee for their lives, even resorting to turning their blades on their companions to escape faster.

They trampled each other, and countless died!

And the Dynasty army pursuing them was like a killing machine.

Under Chen Xu's guidance of "killing efficiency theory," the Star Guards.

Continuously divided, interspersed, and surrounded the vast numbers of fleeing Demon Army soldiers.

Then, the subsequent main army swarmed in, completely overwhelming and devouring them!

Pursuit! Division! Encirclement! Annihilation!

Simple tactics executed to the extreme!

A Demonic Path Golden Core Demonic Lord managed to gather a few thousand remnants with great difficulty.

He intended to hold a mountain valley, attempting to resist.

"Brothers! Pojun Demon Lord is dead, but we haven't lost yet!"

"As long as we unite and break out, we'll still have a chance to rise again when we return to the Sect!"

He roared, trying to boost their already dissipated morale.

But before his words finished.

A shadow flashed across the mountain wall behind him.

Pfft!

The expression on that Demonic Lord's face instantly froze.

He didn't even see who the enemy was.

A fine head soared into the sky.

Blood splattered on the faces of the remnants he had just gathered.

"The Demonic Lord... the Demonic Lord is dead!"

"There's an assassin!"

The last psychological defense of these few thousand remnants completely collapsed.

They scattered like birds and beasts once more.

On the mountain peak, Daoist Yuqing retrieved his Flying Sword, which was unstained by blood, and coldly ordered the thirty-five members of the Tiangang Squad behind him.

"Next target, thirty li northwest, Heavenly Corpse Cult Elder, Li Sha."

As his voice fell, the thirty-six figures once again merged into the shadows.

Disappearing from sight.

Under such a three-dimensional, all-encompassing pursuit.

The defeat of the Demon Army was already a foregone conclusion... Three days later.

When the morning light shone upon this scarred northern wilderness.

The pursuit finally ended.

The air was filled with a thick, undiluted smell of blood.

The ground was stained dark red, broken weapons, shattered demonic armor, and countless incomplete corpses.

Filled the extent of one's vision.

Looking around, not a single body was intact.

Inside the Commander's Residence of Heavenly Wolf Pass.

Marquis Zhenbei, Li Hu, and others, dragging their exhausted bodies, walked into the main hall.

Their armor was covered in sword marks and dried blood.

It was impossible to tell if it belonged to the enemy or themselves.

But everyone's face carried a sense of relieved exhilaration.

"Reporting to the Imperial Advisor!"

Marquis Zhenbei's voice was hoarse, yet his excitement was palpable.

He knelt on one knee and clasped his fists heavily.

"In this battle, our army achieved a great victory!"

"According to preliminary counts, over seven hundred thousand Demon Army soldiers were slain! One hundred and ten thousand who stubbornly resisted were captured!"

"Only less than two hundred thousand demonic brats managed to escape back into the depths of the northern Devilish Qi-shrouded lands!"

"The crisis in the Great Feng Dynasty's northern border is resolved!"

Boom!

This number made all the generals in the hall gasp.

Then, earth-shattering cheers erupted!

A million Demon Army soldiers!

That was the million Demon Army soldiers who had weighed on them, keeping them from peace day and night!

In just a few short days, they were subdued by the Imperial Advisor alone, in a single battle!

"Imperial Advisor is mighty!"

"Long live the Great Feng Dynasty!"

Everyone knelt in unison, looking at the calm green-robed figure on the commander's seat.

Their eyes held nothing but fervent worship!

This was a god!

A living God of War!

"Rise."

Chen Xu spoke indifferently, his face showing no ripples.

As if this glorious achievement of annihilating a million enemy troops.

In his eyes, was nothing more than a trivial matter.

"Pass down the order: clear the battlefield, tally military merits, and treat the wounded."

"Yes!"

Everyone took their leave, and the entire Heavenly Wolf Pass was immersed in the joy of victory.

Meanwhile, Chen Xu's figure quietly appeared on the corpse-strewn battlefield.

He paid no attention to the mountains of Magical Artifacts and demonic armor.

These things, to him now, were mere mundane objects.

His gaze continued to look into the distance.

Looking towards the depths of the northern border... At the same time.

"Imperial Advisor Chen Xu, with a Golden Core cultivation, at Heavenly Wolf Pass, personally slew a Late Nascent Soul Stage Demonic Lord Clone!"

"In one battle, nearly a million Demon Army soldiers were annihilated!"

This news, as if it had grown wings, spread at an unimaginable speed.

Wildly throughout the entire Great Feng Dynasty, and even the surrounding Cultivation World!

Initially, no one believed it.

A Golden Core slaying a Late Nascent Soul Stage?

What a joke!

This was more absurd than a Mortal slaying a god!

But as more and more details emerged, as the Sect Master of Qingyun Immortal Sect, one of the three great Righteous Path Sects.

Murong Zhuyun personally confirmed it.

The entire Cultivation World fell silent!

Countless Sects, countless aristocratic families, countless Loose Cultivators, upon hearing this news, their first reaction was stunned disbelief.

Followed by endless horror!

"It must be fake, right? Is Qingyun Immortal Sect crazy, joking about such a thing?"

"A Golden Core slaying a Nascent Soul... and a Demonic Lord Clone with a Domain? This... this has broken the iron rules of the Cultivation World!"

"Chen Xu! I've remembered this name! This person must never be made an enemy!"

For a time, Chen Xu's name shook the world!

He was no longer just the Imperial Advisor of the Great Feng Dynasty.

But was regarded by countless Cultivators as a living myth of the current era!

A living legend!

...Great Feng Dynasty, Imperial Capital, Imperial Palace.

Late at night, the Imperial Study remained brightly lit.

The young new Emperor Zhao Zhe looked at the urgent eight-hundred-li battle report in his hand, personally written by Marquis Zhenbei.

And stamped with his commander's seal.

His hand was trembling.

His body was also trembling.

"We won... completely annihilated... the northern border is settled..."

Zhao Zhe murmured to himself, reading every word on the battle report over and over again.

Afraid he had misread it.

After he confirmed it countless times.

His face was filled with nothing but ecstasy.

He suddenly stood up from his chair and paced back and forth in the Imperial Study.

Finally, he couldn't help but laugh up at the sky!

"Hahahaha! Good! What a Imperial Advisor! What an Imperial Advisor of mine!"

As he laughed, two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

It was joy, excitement, and even more, a sense of relief!

He knew that from this moment on, the Dragon Throne beneath him was stable!

The Great Feng Dynasty's empire was stable!

As long as Imperial Advisor Chen Xu was still here.

No one, no force, would dare to underestimate the Great Feng Dynasty again!

His feelings for Chen Xu also transformed from initial reliance and gratitude.

Completely into a deep-seated reverence!

"Pass down my imperial decree!"

Zhao Zhe calmed his emotions and, facing the grand eunuch outside the door, gave a solemn order.

"Order the Ministry of Rites to prepare for the Imperial Advisor's triumphant return with the highest possibleSpecification!"

"I will personally go out a hundred li from the city to greet him!"

...On the way back to the capital with the army.

On the huge Flying Ship Magical Artifact, there was laughter and joy everywhere.

The soldiers were imagining the glory of returning home.

Boasting about their bravery on the battlefield.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of victory.

Only one person was an exception.

Chen Xu stood alone at the bow of the ship, gazing calmly at the sea of clouds in the distance.

There was no hint of joy on his face.

In his mind, Pojun Demon Lord's dying words echoed repeatedly.

"The will of the seven kill demon star shall return!"

"My true body... will be waiting for you... at the end of the world!"

Chen Xu's eyes narrowed slightly.

Pojun Demon Lord.

Among the seven kill demon star, he commanded war and slaughter.

This time, only a Clone of his came.

Yet it turned the entire northern border upside down.

If not for his Heaven-Defying trump cards like the Primordial Violet Qi, the Myriad Ages Evergreen Art, and the myriad ages azure cloud sword.

The outcome would have been unknown.

And there were seven seven kill demon star in total!

He had already killed one!

This time it was just Pojun.

What about next time?

What exactly was the "sacred object" they spoke of?

One mystery after another lingered in Chen Xu's mind.

Giving him a sense of urgency.

The victory in the Northern Border War was not the end.

On the contrary, this might just be the beginning.

The real storm was yet to come.

Although the Four Demonic Path Sects suffered setbacks on the Great Feng Dynasty battlefield.

Other places were also under immense pressure!

But this was enough to give the entire Southern Cultivation World a moment to breathe.

"I must improve my strength as quickly as possible!"

Chen Xu tightened his grip on the myriad ages azure cloud sword.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He wanted to possess the power to suppress everything before this catastrophe sweeping across the heavens and earth arrived!