388: Chapter 388 Demon Hand Covering the Sky - Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation

BOOM—

White Demon strode through the air, each step shaking the firmament. With every stride, his oppressive aura intensified. Golden light illuminated the world, his killing intent congealed into frost. An invisible, immense pressure, like a million mountains collapsing, bore down directly into the depths of one's soul!

Jiang Chen's breath hitched for a moment. Then, his vital energy surged, his divine power roared forth, violently tearing a breach through that suppressive intent!

BOOM—!

"Jiang Chen! Before a Golden Immortal, even your struggles are futile!"

White Demon's sharp shout echoed. A mass of blazing divine radiance exploded from his palm, instantly condensing into a pitch-black demonic hand that blotted out the sky. Carrying the force to shatter mountains and split peaks, it pressed down upon Jiang Chen's head.

Jiang Chen's gaze sharpened. Without moving a muscle, he fiercely activated the fifth form of Heaven-Destroying—

"Zhu Xian!"

His words thundered like a bell. Ten thousand streaks of frigid light erupted from his body, transforming in an instant into over ten thousand sharp flying swords. Their blades interlocked, forming a vast, majestic sword array. Sword energy tore through the sky. What erupted from the array was not ordinary sharpness, but an annihilating light specifically designed to sever immortal souls and incinerate divine spirits.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

White Demon drove the demonic hand forward, its momentum like a collapsing heaven. Yet, the annihilating light, sharp as blades, nailed the demonic hand firmly in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch...

"At the Profound Immortal realm, one cannot yet resonate with Heaven and Earth. But at the Golden Immortal realm, one can stir the laws, drawing upon all phenomena for one's own use. For a mortal body to defy the heavens is to make an enemy of the entire firmament!"

White Demon's voice shook the surroundings. His divine power churned, resonating with the workings of Heaven. In that instant, wind and clouds reversed, laws descended. That sky-veiling demonic hand suddenly swelled, its black light staining the celestial river like ink. With one strike, it completely crushed the annihilating light emitted by the Zhu Xian Sword Formation!

Immediately after, the colossal palm smashed into the very center of the sword array—

A world-shaking explosion erupted. Shockwaves churned like a tsunami, causing heaven and earth to lose their color.

The sword array disintegrated; the demonic hand shattered. Two supreme forces annihilated each other in their head-on collision.

"Impossible! You are merely a Profound Immortal! Even with heaven-defying methods, how could you possibly match me, a Golden Immortal?!" White Demon's pupils constricted sharply, his face filled with shock and fury. In this world, between Profound Immortal and Golden Immortal lay a chasm as vast as a heavenly moat—the former still knocking on the door, the latter already having entered the hall, able to borrow the breath of heaven and earth, to wield the laws as their limbs. A Profound Immortal couldn't even touch the edge of the laws, let alone command them?

Yet the reality before him violently tore a breach through this ironclad rule.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind. He spoke calmly, "Borrowing the power of heaven and earth is merely acting as its servant. To truly reach the pinnacle, one must leap out of the cage, rise above the Heavenly Dao itself. If you cannot even comprehend this, your path forward has long been severed."

Having suffered repeated setbacks, White Demon's face turned as dark as iron. A low growl rumbled in his throat, "Jiang Chen! In ten thousand years, there have been barely a dozen instances of a Profound Immortal battling a Golden Immortal! I refuse to believe you can truly defy fate and change your fortune!"

"The world is vast, and wonders are common. You encountering me can only be called poor timing."

The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth lifted slightly. His aura abruptly changed—like a supreme divine weapon, sealed for eons, suddenly being unsheathed. Its sharpness was overwhelming, its chill bone-piercing, inspiring dread in any who beheld it, making them dare not look directly.

White Demon, a seasoned veteran of countless battles, was not one to shrink from a fight. Yet, a trace of stagnation flickered in his heart: To suppress this man, he would likely have to pay a bloody price.

The thought flashed by, and his gaze burned fiercely as he stared at Jiang Chen—A monster like this must carry an astonishing heritage! If he could slay his physical body and seize his Dao lineage, wouldn't stepping into a higher realm be just around the corner?

Killing intent boiled; battle fervor raged. He shouted in a low voice, "No matter what tricks you have, today you will kneel beneath my palm!"

White Demon unleashed his divine might once more. A ferocious aura capable of tearing through the void erupted. Black flames billowed around him, divine light like a prison. Behind him, the phantom of a roaring black dragon materialized—its scales savage, its eyes like lightning. Overwhelming draconic majesty swept in all directions, causing even the air to wail and tremble.

The entire scene held its breath; everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Nameless, who had been silently standing by Jiang Chen's side, suddenly furrowed his brows tightly.

"This is bad... The White Demon clan of the Great Qin Divine Dynasty is said to have inherited the lineage of the God of Slaughter. Legend has it they once slaughtered a true dragon, drinking its blood to refine their bodies. Every generation of their direct descendants can bathe in dragon blood, summon draconic majesty, increasing their combat power by no less than tenfold!"

Little Bai trembled all over, "How will our master break this situation, fighting this beast alone?"

"The outcome is difficult to predict," Nameless said with a grave expression. "Our master is unfathomably deep; perhaps he holds a chance to turn the tide. The only thing we can do is hold our breath and watch quietly, not disturbing his focus."

Having served by Jiang Chen's side these past days, he had long understood his own weakness—so close, yet unable to even pass him a sword. After this battle, he would definitely beg his master to bestow upon him true techniques. Even if he had to start from the most rudimentary body tempering, he would step by step strengthen his backbone, truly becoming a sharp blade in his master's hand.

At this moment, facing the oncoming draconic majesty and soaring baleful aura, a cold light flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes. An aura more violent than thunder, more blazing than stars, suddenly soared, piercing straight into the clouds, climbing higher and higher!

Jiang Chen stood tall against the oppressive force bearing down upon him. His gaze was as calm as an ancient well, yet flames churned within his eyes, battle intent burning fiercely!

BOOM—!

In an instant, Jiang Chen and White Demon's auras collided violently in the void.

One side was like nine heavens' thunderbolts tearing through the clouds, golden light exploding, violent and overbearing, sweeping all before it;

The other side was like an ancient divine mountain rising from the earth, towering and majestic, stabilizing the world, heavy and immovable, its oppressive might vast as an abyss.

Lightning clashed against the mountain; the mountain ground against the lightning. The roar was soundless, yet it shook the void, making it hum and tremble.

The stalemate did not last long. Jiang Chen suddenly exerted force, his momentum abruptly soaring—

Divine radiance erupted from his entire body. Streaks of golden light surged like raging tides, as if the great earth was splitting and the seas were inverting. A majestic aura poured out from within him in torrents!

When masters contend, victory or defeat often hangs by a thread. How could White Demon stand idly by? He immediately stirred the vast divine power deep within his dantian, his aura climbing steadily. The clash between the two instantly transformed from an undercurrent to a raging fire!

Jiang Chen now dominated the surroundings. His every movement carried the authority of a monarch, the bearing of a Heavenly Emperor, as if he were the supreme divine sovereign holding dominion over heaven and earth, commanding all under the heavens.

As the saying goes: When a common man rages, blood is spilled within five paces; when an emperor rages, corpses lie strewn for a thousand miles;

But when a transcendent, peerless Divine Emperor like Jiang Chen grew angry, shattering stars and collapsing moons would be but a matter of clenching his fist!

Yet White Demon was no ordinary foe—

He was like a War God from antiquity, descending after commanding a million heavenly soldiers. His armor was imposing, his slaughter peerless. In attack, he broke armies; in defense, he was impregnable as a fortress.

The clash of their energies reached its extreme. Even the entire Great Qin Imperial Palace trembled slightly, roof tiles shifting, beams groaning softly.

At this moment, within the Golden Throne Hall, an ancient bronze mirror floating in mid-air reflected the live scene of the battlefield—Jiang Chen and White Demon confronting each other across the distance, shockwaves churning, light and shadows tearing.

The Qin Emperor sat upright on the dragon throne, his expression solemn. The entire court held its breath, utterly focused. Even observing from afar through the magical artifact, everyone still felt their chests tighten under the oppressive baleful aura.

What was even more shocking: Jiang Chen was clearly only at the early Profound Immortal stage, yet he could contend head-on with White Demon, a peak Golden Immortal, without falling behind!

This heaven-defying combat power and monstrous talent far exceeded previous estimates—the threat posed by this enemy was three parts greater than imagined!

"My ministers, this Jiang Chen is no ordinary bandit."

The Qin Emperor frowned deeply, his voice low. "Does anyone have a sound strategy to curb his sharp edge?"

The Left Prime Minister pondered briefly, then spoke with certainty, "Your Majesty, do not worry. Lord White Demon entered the Golden Immortal realm long ago. At present, his momentum may not hold the upper hand, but that is only because he has not yet truly unleashed his power. Once the battle unfolds, it will be like a raging tide crashing down. Jiang Chen will find it impossible to withstand."

Hearing this, the Qin Emperor relaxed slightly, but still cautioned, "The late emperor taught: In all matters, one must leave a path of retreat to remain unflustered in crisis. I believe we should plan countermeasures in advance to put our minds at ease."

The Right Chancellor lowered his gaze for a moment, then slowly spoke, "General White Demon has roamed Flame Star for many years, rarely meeting his match. For Jiang Chen, with his lower cultivation, to contend on equal footing with him is indeed an anomaly. For a person like this... I have one strategy."