384: Chapter 384 Hell's Judgment - The Demon General Descends

Zheng—!

The ring of the blade was ear-piercing, and a cold light suddenly flared up!

The war blade at his waist unsheathed at his command, slashing down cleanly and decisively without the slightest hesitation.

The blade's edge tore through the air as a brilliant rainbow of light suddenly shot forth. Spiritual power condensed into substance, pouring out like the Milky Way, sharp beyond compare, seemingly capable of severing the firmament and cleaving through chaos.

The surging waves of fist energy collapsed with a boom the moment they touched the blade's rainbow, like thin ice meeting a raging fire!

With undiminished momentum, the blade's glow whistled through the air, carrying the power of ten thousand thunderclaps as it aimed straight for Jiang Chen's throat!

"A mantis trying to stop a carriage—you are seeking your own destruction!"

Jiang Chen gave a soft sigh and raised his index finger slightly, tapping out with effortless indifference.

Buzz—!

That blade rainbow, powerful enough to cleave mountains, actually crumbled inch by inch at his fingertip, vanishing into nothingness.

Wang Zhan's heart tightened, and his blood flow stagnated slightly.

He finally understood—the person before him was no ordinary opponent, but an existence who had truly stepped into the forbidden realm.

"Jiang Chen, I admit your talent is extraordinary."

"But you are too arrogant! Barging into the Great Qin Imperial Palace alone, and even wanting to force a coup to claim the throne single-handedly? Do you really think you are an immortal from the heavens or a god of the earth?"

"In my eyes, your cultivation levels are not even worth the dust."

Jiang Chen's gaze swept over them, as indifferent as frost. "I wouldn't dare call myself number one in the world, but crushing a group of frogs at the bottom of a well like you... really doesn't take much effort."

"Jiang Chen, stop your big talk!"

Wang Zhan shouted fiercely, gripping his war blade horizontally as black energy churned around him. Behind him, a phantom of a Hellish Shura suddenly emerged—blue-faced with fangs, wreathed in blood flames, holding a giant axe, its baleful aura piercing the sky!

A blade intent violent to the extreme instantly filled the surroundings. Before the blade even moved, heaven and earth trembled, as if they would be sliced in half in the next instant.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, a flicker of genuine interest passing through them. "A bit interesting. The Shura Divine Blade? I'd like to see just how 'divine' it is."

"You won't get the chance to see it."

Wang Zhan sneered. With a flash of blade light, he vanished from the spot!

This strike was so fast it tore through afterimages. The crimson blade glow was like blood-colored lightning piercing the sky, carrying the unique violence and madness of the Shura. In the blink of an eye, it reached the space between Jiang Chen's brows!

"Is that all?"

Jiang Chen seemed slightly disappointed. He threw a punch casually; the path of the punch seemed unremarkable, yet at the critical moment, it precisely struck the weakest point of the blade glow—

Bang!

The crimson light shattered like cracking glass, dissipating into the wind.

"A fist intent that returns to simplicity?"

Wang Zhan's pupils constricted, then he threw his head back and laughed, his voice shaking the nine heavens. "Jiang Chen, you indeed have the capital to be arrogant!

But no matter how strong your fist path is, before me, it is nothing but empty talk!"

He held his war blade high as raging flames rose. Hundreds of crimson-flamed demonic beasts roared out of thin air, their scales and claws hideous, their burning winds scorching the earth. They joined forces to surround and kill him, causing the entire void to twist and tremble.

"Six Paths Divine Fist!"

Jiang Chen gave a low shout and threw a punch.

Before the wind of the punch even arrived, the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation had already quietly unfolded—Heaven, Human, Asura, Animal, Hungry Ghost, and Hell. Six layers of laws intertwined into a net, pinning all the flaming demonic beasts in mid-air, unable to move!

Immediately after, thousands of fist shadows exploded out from the void like a torrential downpour. Every strike precisely hit a vital point. In an instant, the hundred beasts were all shattered, and flames splashed everywhere!

Wang Zhan's expression darkened, but his battle intent burned even more fiercely. "Jiang Chen, you are worthy of being my opponent."

"In hundreds of years, you are the first one I have looked at directly. I hope... you don't die too quickly."

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening. "Oh? So you also love to fight? What a coincidence, so do I."

"Come then, bring it on—let me see just how ruthless your Shura Blade really is."

He stood with his hands behind his back, motionless, his eyes burning with battle intent like fire, actually taking the initiative to invite the challenge.

Humph! Since you're being so overconfident, then I won't be polite."

Wang Zhan snorted coldly, fury churning in his chest, yet he suppressed his stray thoughts—the more dismissive Jiang Chen was, the more it showed his profound foundation.

Taking him down would be like plucking a treasure trove of martial arts!

This was a rare opportunity that could not be missed.

He took a deep breath, the spiritual power within him surging like a river. His war blade buzzed and vibrated as the second form of the Shura Divine Blade sat ready to be unleashed—

"Judgment of Hell!"

He swung the blade down. In an instant, a blade light as thick as ink exploded outward, so black it seemed to swallow light. The blade glow suddenly took shape, transforming into a grim giant gate—the surface was rugged and protruding, densely covered with twisting, screaming skulls, each mouth seemingly roaring silently.

The gate doors swung open with a boom, and ten Nether Demon Generals stepped out. Dark red blood seeped from the cracks in their armor, and their battle axes were jagged with notches, dripping not with blood, but with churning, foul-smelling baleful resentment. Killing intent surged like a tide, instantly surrounding him; Jiang Chen was firmly pinned in the center of the killing array.

"Heh, this little trick... is actually somewhat interesting. Don't disappoint me again." Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his tone dismissive, as if he were critiquing a child's performance.

"Jiang Chen, your hour of arrogance ends here!" Wang Zhan's eyes were blood-red. "In a moment, I will definitely see with my own eyes the way you tuck your tail and run for your life—wretched, miserable, not even as good as a wild dog!"

"You can't do it." The corners of Jiang Chen's lips curled up, his smile full of mockery. "It's not that I'm unwilling, it's that you don't have the ability."

"Whether I can or not, we'll see the result soon!"

Wang Zhan roared like thunder, "Jiang Chen, this pride of yours that looks down on everyone will burn you to ashes sooner or later! Ten Great Demon Generals, activate the Slaughter Demon Array—suppress this scoundrel!"

Rumble—!

Ten streaks of sinister demonic breath soared into the sky, and the void twitched violently as if gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand. The demon generals' pupils suddenly shot out black rays, and ten demonic lights connected with each other, weaving into a crimson grand array in mid-air. The center of the array shook, and ten thousand blood swords shot through the air, as dense as a swarm of locusts, carrying a sky-tearing screech as they poured down toward Jiang Chen's head!

Jiang Chen lightly traced his fingertip, a low incantation flowing from his mouth. Golden light flared as a perfectly round and translucent golden barrier rose from the ground, steadily shielding his entire body.

At the same instant, thunder patterns churned in his palm, and a piercing silvery-white bolt of lightning rose from his dantian, quickly gathering and taking shape—a Lightning Divine Sword was about to emerge. Before the blade even appeared, ten thousand tons of killing intent were already galloping within the sheath.

Seeing him actually shrink into a shell, Wang Zhan felt a surge of heat in his heart and barked a cruel laugh: "Jiang Chen, to attack is to defend, and to defend is weakness! You're so eager to put up this turtle shell, isn't it just because you're afraid? I am magnanimous; I'll give you one last chance to live—hand over your inheritance and submit to the Great Qin Divine Dynasty. Prosperity, power, and the path to longevity will be within your reach! This is the path for a smart man!"

"Wang Zhan, I've long since grown tired of the things you're talking about." Jiang Chen's voice was like cold iron. "Under the heavens, no one is worthy of making me bow my head; in the nine heavens and ten lands, nothing is worthy of my submission. A mere Great Qin Divine Dynasty? It is but a grain of dust, scattered as soon as the wind passes."

As his words fell, Wang Zhan's heart shook violently—for that instant, he actually dazed and saw Jiang Chen's spine propping up the firmament, his figure as tall as the sun and moon, with the Honghuang Saints standing at his feet, as tiny as ants.

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself awake: "An illusion! It's all an illusion!"

"Jiang Chen, he who understands the times is a wise man!" Wang Zhan suppressed his heart palpitations and called out again to persuade him, "A single man against the Divine Dynasty? No matter how strong you are, you are just one brave soul. If you are willing to serve, you will control the center and command all races in the future. Isn't that a hundred times better than being trapped in the wilderness and dying of old age in silence? The path of life and the path of death lie in your single thought!"

"I choose the third path." Jiang Chen looked up, lightning flickering in his eyes. "—To trample the Great Qin Divine Dynasty. All who stand in my way shall be crushed."

Wang Zhan's face suddenly turned ashen: "Even an ant knows to cling to life, yet you insist on running into the blade's edge? Fine! Since you seek death, I shall fulfill your wish!"

His hands flew in a series of seals, and the blood swords filling the sky hummed and gathered. A hundred sky-propping giant swords boomed into formation, their blades wrapped in violent baleful aura, their tips spitting out the intent of destruction. Carrying the momentum to collapse mountains and split peaks, they slashed down fiercely at the golden barrier!