290: Chapter 290 Speaking Outrageously

The layers of protective shields were like fragile paper, shattering instantly upon impact. The remaining force of the Sword Intent did not fade, eventually leaving a faint white mark on the protective demon light around Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's arm before slowly dissipating into the world.

However, the terrifying essence contained within that Sword Intent—the power to bury all things and end everything—seeped into his body through the white mark. It caused Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's arm to go numb, and a bone-chilling cold rushed straight to his crown—a frantic warning sign rose in his heart!

He turned his head abruptly, fury nearly erupting from his crimson eyes. The anger burned fiercely, as if it would incinerate this entire world to ash, as he stared fixedly at Fairy Xihua and Jian Zangtian, who had launched the attack.

Fairy Xihua slowly withdrew her jade hand. The Taiqing Bright Moon beside her transformed back into a gentle ring of light, slowly rotating. The moonlight enveloped her cold and elegant face, adding a touch of sacred, inviolable aura.

Her cold gaze met Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's, and her voice was calm and waveless, yet carried an unquestionable firmness: "Fellow Daoist Yao, you cannot kill this person."

Jian Zangtian slowly closed the cracks on the stone box. That burial Sword Intent gradually receded, and the stone box returned to its simple and unadorned appearance.

He slowly lifted his eyes, his hoarse voice sounding like two rough stones grinding against each other, echoing between heaven and earth: "This child, my Myriad Calamity Sword Mound, will protect."

The attitudes of the two were revealed completely at this moment, resolute and firm!

Seeing their attitude, Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian was not enraged; instead, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc. He looked at everything indifferently, yet within that smile lay a heart-palpitating cruelty.

He slowly raised his hand and clenched his palm slightly, completely crushing the remaining demon power in his hand. Dark golden light specks scattered into the air, and the Void Realm they touched emitted an unbearable wail.

The next moment, the terrifying cultivation of a Half-Step Immortal erupted with no reservation. An overwhelming pressure swept out, like billions of mountains collapsing, or endless rivers and seas pouring back into the sky—instantly shrouding the entire scene!

"Just right," his voice carried a bone-chilling cold, resounding across the wilderness, each word piercing the heart like an ice pick: "Since you don't want to leave, then none of you need to leave."

Dark golden light exploded from Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's body, surging like a raging sea. The pressure of the Half-Step Immortal Realm descended like an ancient divine mountain from the Nine Heavens, spreading out with a boom.

Wherever it passed, the Void Realm cracked inch by inch, emitting unbearable creaking sounds. Pitch-black nothingness seeped from the crisscrossing cracks; that nothingness was as viscous as ink, capable of devouring all life. The violent, raging energy turbulence was forcibly suppressed by this pressure into viscous dark golden liquid, slowly flowing between heaven and earth, gleaming with a deadly luster—even the wind was frozen, and even the light was dyed dark gold.

Even the Taiyin moonlight circulating on the Guanghan Immortal Palace immortal ship trembled violently. The pearly white halo flickered, like a candle in the wind, as if it would be crushed to pieces by this incomparably tyrannical pressure in the next moment, leaving not even a trace behind.

"Ignorant of life and death." He snorted coldly, his voice icy and bone-chilling, causing the surrounding space to ripple. Wherever the ripples reached, even the air condensed into ice crystals.

He slowly raised his right hand again. What gathered at his fingertips was no longer a single point of chilling sharpness, but an entire expanse of dark golden Void Realm condensed to the extreme.

Within that Void Realm, one could vaguely see the phantoms of countless stars being born and dying in Reincarnation, and thousands of Laws shattering and annihilating—this was the absolute kill domain he had evolved by forcibly distorting a small world with his formidable Half-Step Immortal cultivation, named Nirvana!

"Fairy Xihua, Jian Zangtian." Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's voice sounded as if it came from the deepest part of the Nine Nether Abyss, carrying an arrogance that could crush the heart, every word dripping with a wild pride that trampled everything: "Do you truly believe that, with just the two of you, you can protect this dying ant?"

He paused, a flash of playful cruelty flickering in his scarlet pupils, the arc of his mouth cold and bone-chilling: "Today, I will let you see clearly what kind of insurmountable chasm lies between a Half-Step Immortal and a Peak Undergoing Tribulation!"

Before his words had faded, he suddenly threw that dark golden Void Realm forward.

Once the Void Realm left his body, it expanded suddenly, transforming into a dark golden canopy that covered the sky. On the edges of the canopy flowed eerie dark patterns capable of devouring all light. The dark patterns squirmed like living creatures; wherever it passed, even the flow of time became incredibly sluggish—as if it were about to drag this world completely into an eternal abyss of Nirvana, never to be reincarnated again.

Carrying the momentum of destroying heaven and earth, the canopy descended directly upon Fairy Xihua's immortal ship and Jian Zangtian's sword boat simultaneously!

Fairy Xihua's jade face tightened slightly, and she waved her plain hand rapidly. The Taiqing Bright Moon behind her suddenly surged to a thousand zhang in size. The bright moonlight poured down like an inverted galaxy, a waterfall cascading to form a massive, boundless ice-blue light shield in front of the immortal ship.

On the light shield, countless runes of the Taiyin Origin flowed rapidly. Each rune flickered with ancient and sacred light, and faint, ethereal protective incantations echoed between heaven and earth. The incantations were deep and distant, as if they came from the primordial wilderness.

"Taiyin: Eternal Ice Seal!" The cold shout, carrying an unshakable resolve, resounded through the sky.

Jian Zangtian's eyes narrowed, and he violently flipped open the stone box in his hand!

In an instant, the grey burial Sword Intent erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for billions of years. The rolling Sword Intent shot straight into the sky, transforming into a massive grey-black sword that spanned heaven and earth in front of the sword boat.

On the sword body, the phantoms of countless withered bones, remains, broken swords, and snapped blades floated and sank, wailing. The wailing sounded like the blood-weeping of lost souls, soul-stirring—this was the true meaning of the "Burial Dao" he had accumulated throughout his life, exchanging the Nirvana of all things for a moment of absolute sharpness!

"Burial Dao: One Sword Returns to Nothingness!" The hoarse voice, carrying the coldness of mutual destruction, shook heaven and earth.

The ice-blue light shield and the grey-black giant sword collided with the dark golden canopy simultaneously. In an instant, three distinct powers of the Dao exploded between heaven and earth!

The extreme cold and protection of Taiyin, the Nirvana and ending of the Burial Dao, and the tyranny and devouring of the Demon Dao collided violently like three ancient stars, crushing, tearing, and annihilating each other.

The deafening roar resounded throughout the universe, causing the entire Northern Nether Demon Realm to wail violently. Countless ancient mountain ranges that had slept for eons were shaken until they collapsed, rubble falling like rain, leaving the earth riddled with holes; even the ancient demon corpses slumbering at the bottom of the deep sea were awakened by this terrifying fluctuation, letting out unwilling roars that shook the deep sea, stirring up monstrous waves and ten-thousand-zhang high billows!

"Pfft—" "So strong!" Fairy Xihua and Jian Zangtian simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood, the vivid blood splashing in the air, dyeing the light shield and giant sword in front of them red.

The ice-blue light shield in front of Fairy Xihua was covered in dense cracks, tottering like a candle in the wind; the grey-black giant sword condensed by Jian Zangtian shattered inch by inch, turning into powder filling the sky and dissipating, not even a trace of Sword Intent remaining.

After all, they were still short by that half-step.

Under the absolute suppression of Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's Realm, their full-strength attacks could only barely block this world-destroying power for a moment!

The dark golden canopy broke through the defenses with unstoppable force, carrying the destructive aura of burning mountains and boiling seas, continuing to press down toward the immortal ship and the sword boat—it looked as if it were about to devour both, turning them into nothingness!

"Break for me!" A violent shout suddenly came from below, like a thunderclap, shattering the deadly silence between heaven and earth!

Chu Changsheng had steadied his figure at some point. He raised his hand to wipe the golden blood from the corner of his mouth; the blood droplets staining his fingertips shone brilliantly, and upon falling to the ground, they actually burned small holes into the hard earth.

Those eyes, which were originally sharp, had now turned into two masses of heaven-burning flames, burning intensely—as if they would burn this dark golden canopy to ash.

"Half-Step Immortal Realm, you do have something!" He grinned, his smile arrogant and tinged with a touch of madness, yet the flames of unyielding defiance burned in the depths of his eyes: "However, it is still not enough to look at!"

The moment his words fell, a World Tree Manifestation that blotted out the sky and sun suddenly rose from the ground behind Chu Changsheng!

The broken branches were sprouting new buds and unfurling green leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye. Between the emerald branches and leaves, billions of light specks flickered and jumped like stars. This was the vitality and creative power reawakened from the Origin of Life, vast and endless—it actually forced the surrounding Nirvana Qi back by three feet!

A Kunpeng Dao Fruit hung at the Peak of the tree crown. On the surface of the half-black, half-white Dao Fruit, the Yin and Yang Qi flowed slowly, glowing with a misty brilliance.

At times it transformed into a Northern Nether giant Kun, stirring up sky-swallowing waves, as if it could devour the four seas and eight wildernesses; at times it transformed into a Nine Heavens Peng bird, its wings spreading to block the galaxy—carrying a sharpness that looked down upon the world!

"A mere Demon Dao, daring to act presumptuously in front of me, you truly don't know that the word 'death' has six strokes!"

Once these words were spoken, it was earth-shattering! Everyone looked at Chu Changsheng in disbelief, their eyes filled with incredulity—he, a mere Cultivator at the Late Mahayana Stage, who had just been severely injured and dying with a shaken Dao foundation, now dared to speak such wildly insolent words in front of the Half-Step Immortal Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian and two Peak Undergoing Tribulation grandmasters?

"Ant, you still dare to speak such wild words?" Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's voice was cold enough to freeze bone marrow, each word piercing the heart like an ice pick.

These last few sentences from Chu Changsheng were like throwing a piece of ice into a boiling cauldron of oil, instantly provoking two completely different extreme reactions.

Fairy Xihua and Jian Zangtian turned their heads in astonishment, their eyes filled with unbelievable shock—how could a dying Late Mahayana Stage Cultivator with a shaken Dao foundation dare to speak such insulting words to the Half-Step Immortal Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian? This was simply digging in the head of Tai Sui; was he tired of living?

Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian laughed in extreme anger, killing intent boiling in his scarlet pupils, almost condensing into tangible ice blades that shot through the air!

"Good! Very good!" He laughed in extreme anger, his laughter carrying a bone-deep coldness that caused the Void Realm to twist: "I have lived for ten thousand years, and this is the first time I have seen such an ignorant little bug! It seems the lesson just now was not deep enough!"

He enunciated each word clearly, his voice sounding like a death warrant from purgatory, every word dripping with bloody killing intent: "Today, I will definitely extract your Divine Soul and place it into the Nine Nether Demon Fire to burn for ten thousand years—making you unable to seek life or death!"