Chu Mo, with Qi Xiaoyu by his side, struck horizontally at the Fu Family's cultivators, fighting those they could defeat and fleeing from those they could not. No one could stop them!

The Demon Lord, also accompanied by a mysterious woman, similarly struck horizontally at other cultivators who tried to attack Chu Mo, fighting until the sky darkened, the sun and moon lost their light, and the mountains crumbled with rivers of blood flowing. Now, in the Immortal Realm, the Demon Lord had virtually no opponents; even when faced alone against dozens of cultivators of the same realm, he never showed any sign of retreating.

He would be injured, but he never stepped back an inch!

Above a vast swamp, a group of cultivators confronted the Demon Lord and a woman in a red dress.

A cultivator of great standing in the Immortal Realm during his ascension phase berated the Demon Lord, "Years ago, you were lucky to escape once. How dare you cause chaos again? Demon Lord... today you will undoubtedly die!"

"Hehe," the woman in red next to the Demon Lord let out a cold laugh that chilled the hearts of those across from her.

The Ascension Phase cultivator angrily said, "Fu Xiaodie, as the daughter of the Fu Family, aren't you afraid that this will bring disaster upon your clan?"

"Then go ahead, Fu Xiaodie has been dead for many years; you've recognized the wrong person. My name isn't Fu Xiaodie, it's merely Die," said the woman in the red dress, her face veiled as she calmly looked at the group before her, her voice cold as she added, "Or, you can call me Demon Xiaodie—I won't refuse."

"Fu Xiaodie, you've fallen to the demonic path!" another Ascension Phase peak cultivator reprimanded.

"Fallen to the demonic path? Hehe, whatever you say. Isn't that your usual trick? When you dislike someone, you accuse them of falling to the demonic path, and then act as if slaying them is enforcing Heaven's will… Aren't all of you just righteous warriors acting in Heaven's name? Haven't you always done this?" retorted the woman in the red dress, her voice icy, unapologetically fighting back.

"No need to waste words, kill the Demon Lord! Kill this demoness!" a cultivator in the crowd coldly laughed, "Years ago, we failed to completely destroy you two. It really was your lucky break! No one will escape today!"

In the meantime, dozens of warships appeared again from the distant sky!

Each warship was tens of thousands of zhang long!

A multitude of cultivators charged out of the ships, heading straight for the Demon Lord.

"Kill this demon!"

"The Demon Lord brings disaster to the Immortal Realm, everyone must kill him!"

"Don't spare that demoness either. The Fu Family just issued a statement, announcing to the entire Immortal Realm, that Fu Xiaodie has been expelled from the Fu Family, severing all ties with her forever!"

"Kill them!"

A multitude of cultivators charged from the warships, directly rushing towards the Demon Lord and Fu Xiaodie.

The Demon Lord, clad in black, stood firm in the void, watching coldly the sea of cultivators from the Immortal Realm opposite him. Recalling his past encounters in the Immortal Realm, the Demon Lord's lips curved into a chilling smile, his eyes... brimming with intent to kill!

Boom!

The Demon Lord immediately made his move!

Facing the sea of cultivators, he charged fearlessly.

The ancient longsword in his hand swept horizontally, executing the sixth strike of the Netherworld Eight Strikes—Purgatory!

A chilling wind rose in the void, dark clouds roiled and swirled, and in an instant, the world turned into purgatory!

A streak of blood… rippled out among the countless charging cultivators like a wave.

In that moment, the entire world seemed to have lost all its color.

Everything turned to black and white!

Only that vivid line of blood… spread out… proliferated!

And brutally pushed forward!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, the expressions on countless faces were vivid and distinct.

Their bodies all erupted with shocking blood energy, their eyes filled with intense hatred… a kind of hatred they themselves could hardly understand!

Because the majority of these cultivators had no personal grievances with the Demon Lord!

Yet driven by fervor, they came!

They came to suppress demons and eradicate evil!

They came to slay this "calamity of the Immortal Realm"!

Thus, they held a natural abhorrence toward the Demon Lord. Hatred was clear in their eyes.

But at this moment, as the black-clad Demon Lord casually executed this slash… all past favours and grievances vanished like smoke in the wind, disappearing in an instant!

Because they all died!

Boom, boom, boom!

The sky started to shed blood rain, thunder roared, and dark clouds churned.

As if time had been frozen, it suddenly returned to normal, and the entire scene... became even more vivid all at once.

Countless people were howling, screaming, wailing... their bodies severed in two, falling from the sky.

Countless beams of light shot in all directions! Those were the fortunate second primordial spirits that escaped!

"Demon! He is a demon! He killed over a thousand people with a single strike!" a cultivator who had just disembarked from the warship witnessed this scene and instantly broke down, letting out a shrill cry before turning to run!

How could this battle continue? Could it go on?

Encircle the Demon Lord?

Stop kidding!

He is the biggest demon in the entire Immortal Realm!

With a single strike, he killed over a thousand cultivators!

All that talk about slaying demons, about enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven... all bullshit!

They came here for fame, for profit!

In their hearts, had they ever held any concept of home or country? Had they ever truly thought about enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven?

Seeing the enemy's strength reaching such an outrageous level, who would want to stay in this place?

About a dozen warships didn't even disembark a single person before turning around to leave!

Bang bang bang bang!

Those were the sounds of the warships breaking the sound barrier in an instant.

They only wished their warships were faster—if only they could reach the speed of light... that would be great!

"Want to kill my disciple?" The Demon Lord teleported in an instant, appearing before a cultivator in the ascension phase and fiercely slapped him.

He used the Thousand Heavy Hands!

This divine ability, when executed by him, had a unique flair that belonged solely to him!

As forceful as a thunderbolt!

Just one slap left the ascension phase cultivator's half face utterly mangled!

"Still want to kill me?"

Smack!

Another slap!

The other half of the face was equally mangled!

With a fierce punch, he struck the ascension phase cultivator's elixir field, shattering his opponent's dais outright!

Heavenly Fist of the Three Talents Boxing Technique—Heavenly Fist!

"Enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven?"

Smack!

"Slaying demons and eliminating evil?"

Smack!

"Scram!"

With a shout of "scram" from the Demon Lord, his ancient long saber directly decapitated the head of the ascension phase cultivator whose head had been deformed from the slaps, and whose dais had been shattered.

He kicked it flying!

"Ah!" The remaining cultivators almost instantly completely broke down mentally and turned to flee!

Together with those who had just charged down from the warships and hadn't died under the Demon Lord's saber, they scattered in all directions like a flock of birds startled in the sky.

The Demon Lord stood there alone, his eyes flickering with a cold light, his lips curling into a disdainful smile.

The woman in the red dress appeared beside him in the void, softly saying, "Quite the spectacle of life."

"It's just a change of roles," muttered the Demon Lord lightly. "Back then, I didn't have the power to protect you like this, but today, no one can touch a hair on my disciple!"

"Let's go, let's find him," said the woman in the red dress with a smile that could topple cities and kingdoms.

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