421: Chapter 421 Golden Rainbow Slashes Away the Demon - Tamamo Loses Her Color

The shadow of death gripped his throat. The Blood Demon roared at the sky, ignoring his shattered meridians as he brazenly triggered the Blood Demon Forbidden Technique!

In an instant, his torso hunched, his hair and beard turned completely white, and deep wrinkles carved into his skin like knife marks. Yet, the Blood Demon phantom behind him transformed into a scarlet streak of light that pierced through his body—

Within his aged body, demonic energy surged violently, blood-red light erupted like a volcanic explosion, and cold, sinister demonic swords manifested from the blood mist with a sharp clang!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Ten thousand swords fired in unison, a waterfall of blood-red light tearing through the sky, stabbing straight at the palm that covered the heavens!

The sword momentum was so fierce it seemed ready to pierce the nine heavens, its ferocious aura making the very air freeze and tremble!

In an instant, the ten thousand blood swords sliced through the giant golden palm like a hot knife through butter, shredding it to pieces. Before the residual light could fade, the sword array formed a blood-red net, surrounding Jiang Chen layer upon layer.

Seeing Jiang Chen's Void Great Handprint torn asunder and the man himself trapped within the swarm of blood-red demonic swords, the Blood Demon roared with laughter toward the sky. "Hahaha... Jiang Chen! You are stronger than any opponent I have faced before—but so what? They all ended up as dry bones beneath my sword, and you will be no different! To force me to burn my origin blood essence... you can at least die with some dignity!"

"Heh... so you're willing to gamble your life. I actually thought you had some world-shaking trick up your sleeve."

Jiang Chen flicked his finger, his expression as indifferent as the wind. "Is that it? How boring. Why don't I let you open your eyes and see—what true crushing power really is!"

"Still running your mouth when you're about to die? Will arrogance save your life?"

The Blood Demon's eyes widened, his voice cracking like thunder. "Do you know how terrifying the 'Blood Demon General' forbidden technique is? In the past, I used this single strike to wipe out a top-tier sect with ten thousand years of heritage! No matter how deep the foundation, it is nothing but dust and ashes before this—Jiang Chen, you are alone. What kind of waves can you possibly make?"

Before the words left his lips, blood-red flames soared from his body, scarlet light surging like a tide as if a Blood Demon from the abyss had possessed him. With a flicker of his thought, ten thousand blood blades rose into the air, carrying monstrous killing intent, raining down like a storm to pierce Jiang Chen's vital points!

"A mere clown, a creature who doesn't know when to die. I have slain more of your kind than you have ever seen."

Jiang Chen's lips curled upward as he raised his hand—the Great Sun Burning Heaven Style descended with ferocious power!

Boom—!

A scorching golden sun leaped from his crown, divine radiance pouring out like a waterfall, burning through the eight wildernesses. Where that brilliant golden light swept, thousands of blood blades disintegrated inch by inch. Even the Blood Demon himself, before he could utter a single scream, turned into a wisp of green smoke under the golden sun and was completely annihilated.

The sixth-level palace gate swung open in response. Jiang Chen stepped inside, but felt only boredom; he didn't even want to pause for a second, turning immediately to head up the stairs toward the seventh level.

What he wanted was never an easy crushing victory, but an opponent truly worthy of his sword.

The Old Taoist and the others followed with bated breath, their awe deepening. Not daring to take a single wrong step, they quietly entered the sixth-level grand hall.

As soon as they entered, beams of destructive light fell like a net covering the sky—eighty-one layers of light nets interlaced into an array, sealing off all retreat and rushing straight at Jiang Chen!

But he had long ago mastered the 'Array' character of the Nine Secrets. With a thought, the light nets suddenly froze, hanging in mid-air without moving an inch; as he flicked his fingers, the entire killing array bowed in submission as if it were a tamed spirit beast.

Rumble—!

The array collapsed, and the light nets disintegrated. A dark fissure tore open in the void, and a woman with flaming red hair and stunning beauty stepped out: her fox ears twitched slightly, her fox tail swayed, and she was none other than the famous beast of the Green Fox Clan—the White-Faced Golden Fox, Yumo.

"The intruder is quite impressive," she said, her voice soft, sweet, and seductive, like honey coating a blade. "You even seized control of the killing trap I painstakingly set up... It's a pity this array was destroyed. How do you intend to compensate me?"

"Senior Jiang Chen, be careful!" the Old Taoist warned urgently. "This woman is the White-Faced Golden Fox Yumo. Her charm techniques are divine; you must not take her lightly!"

Jiang Chen smiled. "It is fine. These petty mind-bewitching tricks don't even count as an itch."

Yumo's eyes darted about, a faint smile on her lips. "Oh~ It's rare for someone to see my true face without their heart being stirred. You... are qualified to be my opponent."

"Beauty is like jade, and I have always cherished flowers," he said with a gentle smile, though his tone carried an unquestionable sharpness. "As long as you are willing to serve me as your master, you may be spared from death today."

"Heh... there are many who covet me, but someone as crude and rude as you is truly rare." Her smile vanished instantly, cold light shooting from the depths of her eyes. "You want to be my master? Prove it with your strength first."

"I will naturally oblige." Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his expression relaxed. "Please—I will let you make the first move."

"Most people who dare to let me strike first are already buried in the yellow earth." Her cherry lips parted slightly, her smile remaining, but her eyes were as cold as black ice. "Since you seek a quick death, I will grant it to you."

Before she finished speaking, she formed a seal with her slender hands, black mist churning as a sinister demonic array rose from the ground. Demonic energy splashed like ink, and a dark opening split in the center of the array. A hideous demon-ghost with three heads and six arms stepped out—its fangs were terrifying, its blood-red eyes glared in rage, and the baleful aura around its body boiled like hot oil, shaking the entire palace until it hummed!

The demon-ghost roared at the sky, splitting the clouds of the nine heavens. A bolt of blood-colored lightning struck down from the firmament, tearing through the sky and crashing down toward Jiang Chen with the force of ten thousand jun!

"It's actually a demon-ghost! The power of a Half-Step Daluo—if he meets it head-on, even if he doesn't die, he'll lose a layer of his soul!"

The Old Taoist's voice tightened as he blurted out.

"Senior Jiang Chen, you must be careful—if you take this hit, your Primordial Spirit will shatter on the spot!"

Jiang Chen's lips curled upward, brilliant light shooting from his eyes, his fighting spirit burning hot. "Just what I wanted! I've been waiting for an opponent like this to test my sword!"

Before the words left his lips, he pressed his fingers together like a blade and slashed horizontally through the air. In an instant, sword energy surged for thirty thousand li, as if to split the Six Paths of Reincarnation and tear through the eternal night; a golden rainbow rose, piercing the sky, its sharp edge unstoppable as it shredded the incoming blood-colored lightning into powder.

"That move of yours is actually quite interesting, Jiang Chen."

Yumo covered her lips and chuckled, her eyes darting. "But do you think you can suppress the demon-ghost I summoned with just that level of skill? You're still far off."

As soon as she spoke, the demon-ghost's body exploded in size, instantly towering hundreds of zhang high. A foul, fishy stench surged like a tide, carrying a soul-devouring hunger as it charged madly at Jiang Chen. With every step it took, the ground cracked, the rocks trembled, and even the air groaned under the unbearable pressure.

Jiang Chen did not retreat; instead, he roared at the sky, his blood and energy boiling, his fighting spirit erupting like a volcano.

Within three steps, the demon-ghost had lunged before him, its giant mouth snapping open to spew a beam of pitch-black corrosive light—within the light churned demon-evil that tore at the soul, fierce as a hell-demon descending upon the world, dominating the nine heavens. An ordinary cultivator would feel their mind-platform shake and their Dao heart crack just by looking at it.

The Old Taoist and the others all changed color. This demon-ghost not only possessed the strength to shake mountains but was also devious in its ability to consume the Primordial Spirit; no matter how tough the physical body was, once the soul rotted, one would still be scattered and doomed to eternal perdition.

Yet, facing that world-destroying black light, Jiang Chen had only burning heat in his eyes.

He was cultivating his Second Primordial Spirit, and what he lacked was exactly this kind of sharp, ruthless whetstone. Especially this demon-ghost, which was born to suppress spirits—it was a once-in-a-century encounter. The stronger, the better; the fiercer, the more wonderful—only by crushing it could his Primordial Spirit be refined into true gold!

Cold light exploded in his eyes. He grasped with his left hand, and a spirit sword wreathed in green light took form with a clang; he clenched his right hand, and a battle saber with red, sun-swallowing patterns manifested ferociously. With blade and sword in hand, his killing intent soared to the heavens, causing the very world to change color.

His figure flickered, narrowly grazing past the black light. In the next instant, he had already flashed behind the demon-ghost. Blade and sword rang out in unison, golden rainbow and crimson flame exploding simultaneously—the vast saber intent was like an angry sea pouring from the sky, the sharp sword intent like stars falling to shatter the dome. The two forces twisted into a single torrent, slashing fiercely onto the demon-ghost's spine!

Rumble—!

The demon-ghost's sky-supporting giant body shattered in response, crumbling into ashes that scattered through the air.

Yumo's pupils contracted sharply, and her expression finally sank.

"Jiang Chen... your strength actually makes my spine go cold."

She spoke word by word, her voice like an ice pick. "Someone like you must die. Otherwise, the millennium-long grand plan of the Ferocious Beast Clan will ultimately be ruined by your hands."