157: The Divine Child's First Battle: Unrivaled Invincible Body

"Hahaha! You little brats, die for me!"

A wild and domineering laugh exploded over the chaotic battlefield, sounding like a sudden clap of thunder.

The one who let out this laugh was none other than Chu He's second son, Chu Batian, who possessed the SS-grade Primordial Hegemon Body!

The moment Chu He gave the order, he was the first to charge out. His burly body stomped fiercely in mid-air, and the space beneath his feet was actually cracked into a spiderweb-like pattern by the sheer force.

He shot forward like a cannonball, ignoring the countless beams of Demonic Energy fired from the demon ships, and crashed directly into a giant demon ship a thousand feet long.

Those Demonic Energy beams, which were powerful enough to easily pierce through mountains, struck his bronze-colored skin only to explode into harmless sparks; not even a white mark was left behind.

"Just this much power? It's not even enough to scratch my itch!"

Chu Batian laughed wildly as he reached the flesh-and-blood shield of the demon ship.

He didn't use any fancy Spells; he simply gathered all his strength into his right fist and threw a simple, unadorned punch!

"Hegemon Fist! Mountain Splitter!"

Boom—!

The flesh-and-blood shield, capable of withstanding a full-strength blow from a Nascent Soul Late Stage Cultivator, shattered like a fragile eggshell before Chu Batian's pure and extreme violence!

Behind the shattered shield were hundreds of dumbfounded demon warriors on the ship.

Before they could even react to the shock, Chu Batian's figure had already landed on the deck.

Thump!

With a loud bang, the entire thousand-foot demon ship sank downward. Two deep pits were stomped into the hard bone deck, with countless cracks spreading in all directions.

"It's your turn!"

Chu Batian grinned, revealing a row of snowy white teeth. He swung the sky-opening tyrant axe, which was even larger than his entire body, and performed a horizontal sweep across the deck!

"Get lost!"

Whoosh—!

The massive axe blade sliced through the air, creating a heart-palpitating whistle. A pitch-black axe light, dozens of feet long, detached from the blade like a death god's scythe, instantly sweeping across most of the deck.

Whether they were ordinary demon warriors or Demon Centurions comparable to the Nascent Soul Stage, there was no difference before this axe light.

Their bodies, their demon armor, and their Magical Artifacts were all crushed into basic particles the moment they touched the axe light by that unrivaled, domineering power.

With one swing of the axe, a large fan-shaped area on the deck was cleared!

"Hahaha! Refreshing! Truly refreshing!" Chu Batian roared towards the sky in the heat of battle. "This is the Star-Devouring Demon Clan? They're even more fragile than the Mutant Beasts on Azure Star!"

Carrying his giant axe, he was like a war god stepping out of archaic mythology, rampaging across the demon ship. Every punch and every axe swing inevitably claimed the lives of dozens or even hundreds of demons.

Under his devastation, in just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the entire demon ship was riddled with holes, its interior demons were nearly all dead or injured, and finally, with an unwilling wail, it was split in half by his axe and exploded violently!

In another part of the battlefield, the fighting style of Chu Batian's dragon and phoenix twin sister, Chu Lingxi, was the exact opposite.

If Chu Batian was a violent, raging tide, then Chu Lingxi was a silent mist of death.

Holding the shadowless sword heart, whose blade seemed to be made of light and shadow, she merged into the Void Realm and appeared silently above another demon ship.

The demons on the ship didn't even notice her presence.

Chu Lingxi's expression was cold, and her clear eyes reflected the trajectory of the sword. She possessed the SS-grade Innate Sword Heart; born for the sword, she could naturally see through the flaws of all things.

In her eyes, this massive demon ship was not a single entity but a collection of countless energy nodes and Formation patterns.

"Hum—"

The shadowless sword heart emitted a soft hum.

Chu Lingxi moved.

Her figure traced elegant arcs in the air. With every flicker, the long sword in her hand would pierce a specific point in the void with absolute precision.

There were no earth-shattering explosions, no world-destroying Aura.

There were only soft sounds, like bubbles popping.

On the demon ship, a core Formation eye responsible for energy transmission suddenly dimmed.

The Demonic Energy main cannon at the bow misfired halfway through charging, and then an internal explosion occurred within the barrel, turning the entire bow into ruins.

The energy circuit maintaining the shield was severed by a single sword strike. The massive blood-colored shield flickered twice before vanishing like a phantom.

In just a dozen breaths, Chu Lingxi had stabbed out over a hundred times around the demon ship.

Every strike hit a crucial node.

When she sheathed her sword and stood still, floating in the air once more, the previously aggressive demon ship had turned into a paralyzed corpse. All weapon Systems, defense Systems, and propulsion Systems had failed.

The Demon Generals on the ship let out angry and confused roars; they completely failed to understand what had happened.

Only then did Chu Lingxi drift like a ghost into the defenseless demon ship.

What followed was a silent massacre.

Sword light flickered, silent and noiseless.

Every time a sword light flashed, a tiny bloodstain would inevitably appear on a demon's brow. Then, their Divine Soul would be completely shredded by the Sword Intent attached to the shadowless sword, and they would fall straight down.

Whether it was a demon warrior with a powerful Physical Body or a Demon Warlock with a strange Divine Soul, they were all the same under Chu Lingxi's sword, which struck directly at the Origin.

When she floated out from the stern, the entire demon ship had become a silent tomb.

The Xuanhuang Realm Cultivators in the distance had become completely numb to the sight.

One was wildly domineering, like a war god descending to the world, crushing all techniques with pure strength.

The other was elegant and mysterious, like a sword Fairy, killing invisibly.

This... were these really children from the same Family?

They were clearly two young gods of slaughter walking the mortal realm!

And there were more than a dozen such "gods of slaughter" on the battlefield!

When they looked at the demon fleet that blotted out the sun again, there was no longer any fear in their hearts. Instead, a hint of... pity emerged.