Chapter 170
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Chapter 170: Turbulent Waves
The Demon Warlord, known as the Battle God and regarded as the most promising contender to become the strongest saint in the Southern Region, now faced absolute defeat.
Under Chi Zhenyi’s single-handed dominance, he roared desperately, unleashing wild bursts of demon light, struggling to hold on.
But it was futile.
Chi Zhenyi’s hand pressed down mercilessly.
As the Demon Warlord braced against the overwhelming force, an ancient Holy Voice echoed from the distant sky.
“Show mercy.”
The War of the Saints instantly recognized the speaker—the old saint from the Demon Sword Forbidden Area, a figure who stood at the pinnacle of the Southern Region.
What left everyone speechless, however, was Chi Zhenyi’s response.
He cast a cold glance at the sky and sneered.
“Who do you think you are? Just because you tell me to show mercy, you expect me to lose face?”
As he spoke, power surged through his hand.
Crack!
The demon light shattered.
With a single slap, the Demon Warlord was once again sent flying.
The Small Tree King, Liao Qingshan, Bing Yuyan, and many others erupted in cheers. It was exhilarating!
The ancient Holy Voice turned cold and sharp.
“Do not force me to use the Demon Sword. I will slay you.”
The Demon Sword Forbidden Area was home to a legendary weapon rumored to have slain immortals.
Chi Zhenyi sneered. “You don’t need to. I look down on you.”
The sky fell silent.
It was clear the old saint had not anticipated Chi Zhenyi’s overwhelming arrogance. He had completely disregarded the Demon Sword Forbidden Area.
The silence didn’t last.
“Do you truly believe yourself to be the number one saint in the Southern Region? I will slay you!”
The old saint’s fury erupted.
In an instant, an endless torrent of sword light burst forth, piercing the heavens as though seeking to tear open the sky.
The next moment, the overwhelming sword radiance dimmed the Daybreak Sun, swirling with an ominous aura—as if an immortal had fallen. Then, with unstoppable force, the sword light descended toward Chi Zhenyi.
The old saint had made his move.
Chi Zhenyi scoffed. He clenched his fist and struck.
Bang!
That unmatched sword light shattered—partially broken by his overwhelming blow. The remaining fragments veered off course, streaking toward the hapless Demon Warlord.
The Demon Warlord screamed in terror.
In a desperate bid to survive, he abandoned all dignity and leaped away.
But Chi Zhenyi took a single step forward.
With effortless precision, he shattered the lingering sword light, then reached out and seized the Demon Warlord by the throat.
Lifting him effortlessly, Chi Zhenyi ascended into the sky—disappearing into the clouds.
His voice echoed across the heavens.
“You dare challenge me with only a sliver of the power of the Sword of Immortal Slaying? Let’s see if the Sword of Immortal Slaying is still as strong as it was in the past.”
With that, he ventured into the Demon Sword Forbidden Area.
This act shook the entire Southern Region to its core.
The Demon Sword Forbidden Area, a place said to rival the Ghostly Divine Platform, was a forbidden zone far surpassing both the Burial Dragon Forbidden Ground and the Cursed Land of Langya.
Who in the Southern Region would dare trespass upon it—let alone challenge the Sword of Immortal Slaying itself?
Even those within the Vast Forest were uneasy.
Ling Yue turned anxiously to Liao Qingshan and the Small Tree King.
“Liao, Small Tree King… my master won’t be in danger, will he?”
Xu Li was equally anxious.
The Small Tree King scoffed, **“Of course not. Didn’t you witness your master’s commanding presence? Let me tell you, your master was once nearing old age. If he hadn’t fought to become the number one saint of the Southern Region, he would have missed his last opportunity. That’s why he battled back then. But now, things are different—the Vast Forest is infused with boundless vitality from the Cangmang Sacred Land through immortal arts, allowing him to rebuild his Holy Body and even return to his prime. Now, he’s stronger than when he was vying for the title of the number one saint in the Southern Region. At the very least, he can retreat unscathed.
“With him, our Vast Forest will officially become a sacred land in the Southern Region. From now on, you won’t have to fear the strong oppressing the weak or the old exploiting the young. You can step out and engage in fair battles with all factions.”**
He spoke with confidence, though his gaze remained fixed on the Demon Sword Forbidden Area.
Liao Qingshan shared the same sentiment.
Outsiders couldn’t witness the battle taking place in the Demon Sword Forbidden Area.
But as saints, they saw it all. The clash caused the heavens to tremble and the earth to crack. Eventually, the Sword of Immortal Slaying did strike, yet Chi Zhenyi, still fierce and invincible, exchanged hundreds of blows before retreating gracefully.
Chi Zhenyi reappeared above the Vast Forest, his black hair flowing, his eyes gleaming like lightning, hands clasped behind his back, his voice resonating across the Southern Region.
“From this day forward, the Vast Forest is under my protection, Chi Zhenyi. Anyone who dares to bully the weak, thinking they can rely on the strength of a sacred land, an empire, or a forbidden area to humiliate my Vast Forest, I, Chi Zhenyi, will personally visit your home!”
The Southern Region fell into silence.
No one dared to voice any opposition.
Even the Ghostly Divine Platform remained hushed.
Then came the anticipated responses.
“Brother Chi has returned! Congratulations! When you have the time, come to my Taichu Sacred Place to discourse on the Dao. I learned much from our discussion a thousand years ago; I miss it dearly.”
All were astounded.
This was the world’s first sage, Zhan Tianque!
Then, dozens of Holy Voices echoed, extending invitations to Chi Zhenyi and offering congratulations. Some even declared their intent to visit—saints from across the vast world, both friends and rivals.
Of course, Chi Zhenyi’s adversaries were not few—at least sixty or seventy saints stood against him.
Regardless, his emergence brought about monumental change.
Whether they liked it or not, all had to acknowledge one truth—the Vast Forest had become a sacred land in the Southern Region, and Chi Zhenyi alone was enough to uphold it.
Agree or not, everyone had to swallow their pride and accept that from now on, battles would be fought fairly—Great Boundless against Great Boundless, Small Boundless against Small Boundless, youngsters against youngsters. No longer could the strong oppress the weak, nor could the old take advantage of the young.
No faction wished to confront Chi Zhenyi directly, even if they had a formidable foundation.
After all, who knew how many saints he might slay if enraged? The cost of such a confrontation was something none could afford—especially after the emergence of the holy corpse, which carried a subtle connection to Zhang Yang.
Thus, from this moment on, Zhang Yang, Xue Feishuang, Yuluan, and others could move freely without constraint.
“Fair battles— the Demon Slayer Team is unafraid.”
“Qiu Lingshui, deputy leader of the Demon Slayer Team, leads the team to challenge the Vast Forest!”
Qiu Lingshui commanded the charge.
Saints would remain constant, but those below the saint level had to fight as well.
For the Vast Forest to solidify its place, it could not rely on saints alone.
Xue Feishuang immediately donned her armor, wore the Forbidden Law Mask, and led the Vast Forest Army into battle.
Meanwhile, the leader of the Demon Slayer Team, the Seventh Prince, had already disappeared.
He had gone to the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, for in his eyes, there was only one true rival—Zhang Yang.
At the same time, outside the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, a great upheaval unfolded.
Countless people surged toward the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, but none from the Demon Slayer Team dared enter.
For standing at the entrance was a single swordsman.
A lone figure with a sword, slaying every member of the Demon Slayer Team who dared approach.
Bodies piled up like mountains.
Blood flowed like rivers.
He was the foremost prodigy of the Great Xia Empire.
He had never participated in the so-called Top Ten Competition, yet he was directly named number one.
He had never cared for meaningless rankings—yet none dared to challenge his position.
He was a swordsmanship genius, born of a martial arts lineage, from the esteemed Ye Family of the Great Xia Empire.
When the saints of the Great Xia Empire sought to take him as a disciple, he refused.
“I already have a master.”
Yet no one knew who his master was, for he never used his master’s name for power.
But his closest kin, his grandfather, had once been invited by the headquarters of the Divine Forbidden Gate—only to be slain by the Seventh Prince, the leader of the Demon Slayer Team.
Upon learning this, he immediately left his sect, crossed thousands of miles, and arrived in the Southern Region.
At the entrance to the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, he stood alone, his sword gleaming, and cut down every member of the Demon Slayer Team who tried to enter.
Only then did he reveal his sect to the world.
He hailed from the premier sacred land of the Eastern Domain—the Lingxiao Sacred Place.
His master? The first sage of the Eastern Domain, the legendary Lu Changkong, the Sword Saint of the Eastern Domain!
A man whose sword could stir the heavens, whose name resounded across the world.
He was the most dashing figure in Southern Region swordsmanship… Ye Kuanglan.
