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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 4: [Shuangsheng Dao Sect (Twin Rice Sect)]
Chapter 147 (402): [The Demon Child's Opponent]
(147th of Volume 4)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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After emerging from the Blood Mud Space, Tang Wanzhou didn't immediately engage.
Instead, she and Li Weiyi concealed themselves in the shadows at the edge of the battlefield.
The surroundings were filled with burial mounds and tombstones, the air was thick with swirling spiritual energy.
Tang Wanzhou quietly observed the distant clash: "Zuoqiu Ling has only been in the Immortal Realm for five years, yet his cultivation and combat prowess have improved so dramatically. In a one-on-one fight, the Demon Child might need thirty or forty moves to completely overwhelm him. With Song Yulou's assistance, their hit-and-run tactics are actually managing to stall the Demon Child."
Li Weiyi had witnessed the Demon Child's terrifying combat strength at the same cultivation level.
Even when Cao Shisan and Chen Huang - two of the Dao Seed Realm's ninth heaven's most elite experts - joined forces, the Demon Child effortlessly toyed with them, leaving them utterly defeated and powerless.
For an ordinary cultivator at the same realm to withstand even ten moves from the Demon Child would be nearly impossible.
Tang Wanzhou suddenly asked, "Who exactly is your beautiful master? If she were to intervene, she'd be stronger than Zuoqiu Ling. Among their generation, she should rank first, yet I've never even heard her name."
Tang Wanzhou, not yet forty, naturally didn't consider herself among the generation of Zuoqiu Ling, Song Yulou, Li Songgu, Yao Qingxuan, and Yao Qian, all around sixty years old.
Li Weiyi didn't respond, his heart filled with worry.
He provoked her, "The Young Lord has been hiding here all this time. Could it be you're afraid?"
Tang Wanzhou didn't bother arguing, stating with calm confidence, "Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou have been heading south. If I'm not mistaken, the Immortal Realm experts from the Zuoqiu Clan's faction are already on their way. If they can deal with the Demon Child, this lord won't need to intervene!"
For the Snow Sword Tang Clan, it would be ideal to see the Zuoqiu Clan embroiled in the power struggles of Lingxiao City.
Among the Human Race's Lingxiao Realm forces, aside from the Imperial Court, the two largest factions were the Zuoqiu Clan in the south and the Snow Sword Tang Clan in the north.
Both boasted countless experts and controlled vast territories spanning several provinces.
"Boom!"
"Rumble!"
....
Zuoqiu Ling endured ten consecutive, torrential fist strikes from the Demon Child, his body flying backward in a straight line.
Blood streamed from his mouth and nose, the skin on his ten fingers gripping the spear burst open, and his arms went numb, losing all sensation.
The Demon Child moved with the agility of a spiritual monkey, leaping and darting forward to press his advantage, giving Zuoqiu Ling no chance to heal or recover his strength.
"Ten Thousand Slaves Slash!"
Song Yulou appeared to Zuoqiu Ling's right, raising his Horse-Slaying Blade with both hands.
Spiritual energy erupted from his body, transforming into a dense, azure cloud that stretched for miles.
With a mighty swing, he unleashed the slash!
The azure cloud, inscribed with ancient scriptures, coalesced with the blade's aura, materializing into a phantom army of thousands of soldiers and horses on the snowy plains, their hooves thundering like war drums.
The blade's unstoppable force cleaved through the earth.
If the Demon Child persisted in attacking Zuoqiu Ling, he would have to withstand Song Yulou's strike head-on.
Even if he severely wounded Zuoqiu Ling, he would inevitably suffer injuries himself.
"The blade's power is impressive - a true treasure. But your swordsmanship falls far short!"
The Demon Child shifted his focus, locking his gaze on Song Yulou.
He commanded a hundred Demon Heads to clash with the surging phantom army, crushing them with overwhelming force.
In a flash, the Demon Child's figure loomed larger in Song Yulou's eyes, appearing before him in an instant.
His right hand clenched into a claw, spiritual energy flowing between his fingers - a Dao Technique designed to seize and capture - and he clamped down directly on the Horse-Slaying Blade's edge.
Song Yulou was stunned.
He had never seen anyone at his cultivation level catch his battle blade barehanded.
This was a Thousand-Character Artifact, renowned for its immense power and razor-sharp edge - how could flesh and blood possibly withstand it?
The Demon Child clenched his left fist, preparing to strike Song Yulou's chest.
With no time to dodge or block, Song Yulou desperately channeled his spiritual energy, activating his Spiritual Artifact battle robe.
Three thousand scriptures erupted from the robe, coalescing into a semi-solid, semi-illusory jade bell around him.
"Aow!"
Zuoqiu Ling roared, circulating his spiritual energy once through his body. His arms regained their strength, and he lunged sideways, striking at the Demon Child with a palm strike.
Dense scriptures surged from his palm, forming an Eight Trigrams Mark.
If the Demon Child's fist landed, Song Yulou would be unable to withstand it.
But then he would have to endure Zuoqiu Ling's palm strike, the consequences of which were obvious.
This was the disadvantage of fighting two opponents simultaneously.
Neither Zuoqiu Ling nor Song Yulou were ordinary cultivators, making it difficult to quickly defeat and kill either of them.
Unless the Demon Child was prepared to pay a catastrophic price.
But why would he choose such a devastating outcome?
Frowning, the Demon Child abandoned his attack on Song Yulou, kicking him and the jade bell flying.
He then met Zuoqiu Ling's Eight Trigrams palm strike head-on.
"Boom!"
The ground beneath their feet exploded.
The Demon Child's will controlled a hundred Demon Heads, which descended from the sky and smashed Zuoqiu Ling into the earth.
Then, fist after fist, they pounded him relentlessly.
The phantom fist strikes, larger than the Demon Child's own body, were interwoven with countless scriptures, clashing against the nine-colored radiance and Eight Trigrams Marks surging from the ground.
"Boom! Boom!"
Zuoqiu Ling was trapped, his body and spiritual energy locked down by the Demon Child's will, Dao Heart Manifestation, and spiritual energy.
Unable to escape or return to the surface, he could only desperately endure, his protective runes shattering layer by layer.
"Whoosh!"
A biting wind howled through the hundred-mile snow forest, sweeping in from the south.
Within the gale, an armored figure soared above the forest canopy, hurtling forward like an arrow loosed from its bow.
He unleashed a palm strike with earth-shattering force, countless wind blades coalescing around him and surging forth with the palm seal.
Tang Wanzhou stared at the figure approaching from the south.
"That palm technique again... Is he from the Jiu Li Clan?"
It was the fundamental Martial-Mystic Technique of the Yaoli Tribe: the Heavenly Wind Palm Technique.
In the Underground Immortal Mansion, Yao Qingxuan had used this technique to inflict a significant setback on Tang Wanzhou, who was then at the ninth level of the Dao Seed Realm.
Li Weiyi nodded slightly.
The newcomer was Yao Xingyue, the Jiu Li Clan's first commander.
He was Yao Qingxuan's elder brother and the father of Yin Ershi Si.
Yao Xingyue had obtained an Immortality Pill from the Zuoqiu Clan, allowing him to break through to the Immortal Realm.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
....
In the span of a single breath, Song Yulou and Yao Xingyue clashed seven times, yet even their combined power proved insufficient.
They were sent hurtling backward.
Yao Xingyue landed with a mouthful of blood splattering onto the snow, the armor on his chest caved in from the impact.
Song Yulou, already severely injured, collapsed to one knee, his body feeling as if it were about to shatter.
Seizing the opportunity, Zuoqiu Ling emerged from the earth and joined the pair.
Zuoqiu Ling's injuries were even more grievous than theirs.
His skin had been blasted apart, transforming him into a living blood-soaked figure.
"How can this demon be so powerful?" Yao Xingyue exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief, "If Qingxuan were still alive, even at the same cultivation level, she wouldn't stand a chance against him."
He couldn't fathom such terrifying combat prowess in a single being.
The three cultivators channeled their spiritual energy, rapidly healing their wounds and regulating their breathing.
The Demon Child stood atop a pillar of demonic qi dozens of meters tall, surrounded by a hundred Demon Heads.
Not a single scratch marred his flawless form.
"Another one arrives!" he sneered.
"Excellent. Today, I'll slaughter every Martial-Mystic Cultivator of the Lingxiao Realm until their ranks are utterly decimated."
Song Yulou said, "This Demon Child is definitely on the level of a Young Celestial Emperor. We need to gather more reinforcements and fight him together! With just the three of us, we'll all be dead within an hour."
Zuoqiu Ling, his physique as imposing as a mountain, his gaze unwavering, replied, "Fleeing directly would mean our hearts have already been filled with fear, our fighting spirit shattered, and our will extinguished. We'd die even faster that way. The three of us will retreat southward, fighting as we go. Experts from the Zuoqiu Clan will arrive in waves."
Song Yulou shuddered at the thought of Cao Shisan and Chen Huang from the West Sea King's Manor.
He and Zuoqiu Ling had managed to withstand the Demon Child's relentless attacks across thousands of miles not only because of their perfect coordination but also because of their unwavering tenacity and resilience, fueled by a shared determination to fight to the death.
"My resolve faltered!" Song Yulou rallied his spirits, gritting his teeth as he gripped his blade.
"I've brought the Yaoli Tribe's most sacred Heavy Artifact, the Medicine King Cauldron. It should be enough to deal with this fiend."
Spatial ripples emanated from Yao Xingyue's Ancestor Field.
A crimson-purple, ancient Pill Furnace flew out, slowly rotating within the spiritual energy. It gradually expanded, erupting with increasingly brilliant flames that painted the heavens crimson, radiating astonishing heat.
This was a Ten Thousand Character Artifact, its interior densely inscribed with scriptures.
"If one could achieve invincibility solely through Spiritual Artifacts, what need would there be for cultivating Dao Techniques?"
The Demon Child unleashed a movement-based Dao Technique, vanishing before the trio's eyes.
At the same cultivation realm, there were only two ways to counter an opponent wielding a Heavy Artifact:
First, possess a Heavy Artifact of equal caliber.
Second, speed.
With sufficient speed, even the mightiest Heavy Artifacts couldn't touch him.
His form became impossible to track, his movements too swift to follow.
With enough speed, the wielder of the Heavy Artifact would be slain before they could even activate its power.
Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou channeled pillars of spiritual energy to aid Yao Xingyue in activating the Medicine King Cauldron.
Simultaneously, the three released their Dao Heart Manifestations.
Only with these three manifestations combined were they able to restrict the Demon Child's movements and briefly capture his form.
But it was too late!
"Watch out...!" Zuoqiu Ling roared.
The three were sent flying by the combined force of a hundred Demon Heads.
The Medicine King Cauldron slipped from their control and, with a thunderous crash, was kicked over ten miles away by the Demon Child.
"Boom!"
The Medicine King Cauldron crashed into a small mountain, shattering its peak.
Flames and spiritual energy erupted, transforming the surrounding area into a crimson fire plain.
The Demon Child roared with laughter, his voice shifting between that of a child and a middle-aged man.
Suddenly, his laughter ceased.
His gaze turned somber as he stared at the distant fire plain, sensing an extraordinary presence.
"Another expert?"
Thick clouds blanketed the sky, and goose feather-sized snowflakes began to fall.
A piercing sword clang echoed through the air, as if strings were being stretched taut between heaven and earth, only to snap one after another.
Zuoqiu Ling, Song Yulou, and Yao Xingyue, each bearing grievous injuries, exchanged glances, their eyes lighting up with wild joy.
Song Yulou laughed heartily: "Demon Child, your opponent has arrived!"
The night sky, scorched crimson by the fire plain, loomed over rows of ancient graves.
Amidst the swirling black dust, a slender, tall figure emerged from beyond the horizon, slowly approaching from miles away. The figure's long hair was gathered into a high ponytail.
"An opponent? How intriguing!"
The Demon Child narrowed his eyes. The pillar of demonic qi beneath his feet surged upward, propelling him thousands of meters into the air, above the cloud layer.
In the next instant, drawn by his vast Dao Heart Manifestation, the entire cloud layer began to compress, descending lower and lower, enveloping the land within a radius of dozens of kilometers.
The thick, kilometers-deep cloud mass instantly contracted into a small, dense ball, transforming into a single, devastating fist strike.
The Demon Child had already traversed over ten kilometers, appearing before Tang Wanzhou in the blink of an eye.
"Boom!"
Tang Wanzhou raised her palm horizontally, effortlessly catching the fist strike.
Beneath her feet, snow, dust, and shattered stones erupted outward in a shockwave of qi.
The kilometers-wide cloud mass exploded into nothingness.
The Demon Child's pupils constricted sharply.
He hadn't anticipated that she could remain rooted in place, channeling all his fist's force into the ground.
Her Martial-Mystic Technique's mastery was unfathomably profound.
Before he could adjust his stance, Tang Wanzhou swiftly transformed her palm into a fist, striking his knuckles.
"Bang!"
The Demon Child was sent flying over half a kilometer, stumbling back another six or seven steps.
A searing pain shot through his fingers.
Realizing his opponent was no ordinary foe, he immediately raised his hand above his head, summoning a hundred Demon Heads to hover behind him.
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