he Demon Gate didn't just open; it tore through the fabric of reality with a mechanical screech. From the violet mist emerged the architect of this invasion: Demon Monarch Wu Jie. Sallow, skeletal, and dripping with adolescent arrogance, he leaned on a jewel-encrusted staff that hummed with the power of a divine artifact.
"Gagaga! Welcome your new master!" Wu Jie's voice grated like bone on stone. Behind him, the "3D printer" of the void replicated the gate nine times. Out poured 30,000 demons—hellhounds with maws of fire, flying demons with wings of serrated shadow, and the terrifying Great Demons carrying a palace made of obsidian and bone.
The First Victim and the Shooting Stars
The first scent of living blood Wu Jie detected was that of Yuanen Yehui's Second Aunt. Having just reached the perimeter of her home, she found herself swarmed by a literal cloud of flying demons. Even as a Douluo Armament Master, the sheer numbers were a suffocating tide. She was seconds away from death when the sky didn't just light up—it ignited.
Countless "shooting stars" screamed across the moonlit sky. These were the Fixed-load Soul Tool Cannon Shells Zhangting had "borrowed" from the treasury. The overwhelming aura of the explosions suppressed the demonic legion, creating a scorching corridor of fire that allowed the panicked Second Aunt to flee toward the family compound.
From his ridge, Zhangting watched the fleeing figure, his hand on the remote detonator. He didn't look like a nine-year-old boy; he looked like a sculptor whose medium was high explosives.
The Strategic Decapitation
Wu Jie, furious at the "despicable alien beings," took to the sky, his staff weaving defensive magic circles to absorb the initial barrage. He locked onto Zhangting's position and ordered the 30,000-strong legion to charge.
"Kill him!" Wu Jie shrieked.
This was the "Gag" in Zhangting's gambit. By drawing the entire legion's attention to himself, he had left the Demon Gates exposed. While the demons looked at the boy, a second, far more lethal group of "shooting stars" arrived.
Zhangting hadn't just fired standard rounds. He launched eight Ninth-Rank Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon Shells in a single, coordinated strike. These weren't aimed at the army—they were aimed at the geography of the rift.
BOOM—
In a series of world-shaking detonations, eight of the nine gates were pulverized into spatial dust. The shockwaves were so violent they threatened to collapse the mountain itself. Only the largest gate—the one anchored by Wu Jie's own power—remained, though it flickered like a dying candle, a weak thread between two worlds.
The Arrival of the Guardians
The battlefield was too loud to ignore. Han Tianyi was the first to arrive, his silhouette blurring as he landed beside Zhangting. He didn't look at the demons first; he looked at the boy.
"Zhangting! Are you—"
Han Tianyi stopped. He saw Zhangting calmly fiddling with a radar-shaped spirit tool, sending out an electromagnetic pulse that would summon every Spirit Pagoda Branch within a thousand-mile radius. He looked at the 30,000 demons, the Limit-level Monarch, and then at the array of fixed-turrets Zhangting had spent the last hour setting up.
A chilling realization washed over the Super Douluo.
The insistence on bringing the Great-Grandfather.
The "theft" of the Ninth-Rank shells.
The perfectly chosen high-ground.
"You knew," Han Tianyi whispered, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and admiration. "Everything... you prepared for this before we even left the Tower."
Zhangting didn't look up from his radar. He simply adjusted a dial as the signal "A single arrow piercing the clouds" tore through the sky, summoning a thousand reinforcements.
"Uncle Han," Zhangting said, his voice terrifyingly calm amidst the roar of burning demons. "Don't just stand there. The Monarch is angry, and I'd hate for him to ruin my 'property' before the Great-Grandfather gets a chance to take his staff."
1,000-Word Detail Expansion: The Logistics of a Planar Massacre
The Ninth-Rank shells used by Zhangting are not merely explosives; they are Spatial Disruptors. By targeting the anchors of the Demon Gates, Zhangting effectively "amputated" the demon army from their home world.
The Trapping: With 8/9 gates destroyed, the 30,000 demons are no longer an invasion force; they are refugees with nowhere to run.
The Resource: A Limit-level Monarch like Wu Jie carries a "Planar Seed" within his staff. If Great-Grandfather Die Ting can kill him and seize it, the Spirit Pagoda could theoretically create their own stable, artificial dimension.
The Political Debt: The Yuanen family is currently witnessing a boy save their home from a disaster their own daughter-in-law created. The debt they owe the Spirit Pagoda after tonight will be one they can never repay with money—only with loyalty.
Next Chapter: The Battle of the Quasi-God — Qian Gu Die Ting vs. Wu Jie.
Expert Guide: Zhangting has successfully trapped the demon army. However, Ye Hui (the Fallen Angel) is still under the influence of the Purple-Gold Royal Bloodline bestowed by Wu Jie. Should Zhangting order the final artillery strike to kill her while she's transformed, or should he use her as a "living witness" to prove the Spirit Pagoda's benevolence to the Yuanen family?