Chapter 46
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Chapter 46: He Was Very Irritable
The Diamond Ghost had clearly never expected such an event to occur and was caught completely unprepared as the sword pierced through it.
The sword, forged from golden, boiling blood, was too fast and too sharp, effortlessly penetrating the Diamond Ghost’s body before shooting into the sky.
The leaping Diamond Ghost instantly crashed to the ground.
Being merely a ghost and not a ghost king, it lacked intelligence. However, at the moment of impact, its eyes, once filled with killing intent and bloodlust, gradually cleared. It gazed at the golden sword and let out a mournful cry:
“Demon Sword Forbidden Area, I hate you!”
Immediately after, the Diamond Ghost trembled violently. Its head crashed heavily against the ground, and its body disintegrated, scattering into nothingness before vanishing with a gust of wind.
The entire process lasted only a moment.
Zhang Yang had witnessed everything but remained unclear about the true nature of the Diamond Ghost. Had it once been part of the Diamond Temple? Or was it someone else entirely?
One thing, however, was certain—the sword made of golden, boiling blood belonged to the Demon Sword Forbidden Area.
The Demon Sword Forbidden Area, alongside the Ghostly Divine Platform, was one of the four great forbidden zones of the Southern Region. It had also been one of the forces that attacked the Cangmang Sacred Land in the past, along with the Ghostly Divine Platform.
Because of this, Zhang Yang had some understanding of the Demon Sword Forbidden Area. Having spent a considerable amount of time in Howling Wolf Palace, he had heard many stories about it.
Compared to the Ghostly Divine Platform, the Demon Sword Forbidden Area had participated in fewer incidents across the Southern Region. However, its ruthless methods embodied the very essence of the word “demon.”
Zhang Yang shifted his gaze back to the golden sword.
To his shock, the sword—formed from golden, boiling blood—had transformed into a hazy, golden figure.
The figure appeared enigmatic, with narrow eyes flashing a captivating, razor-sharp light.
“Is this from the Demon Sword Forbidden Area?” Zhang Yang asked.
The golden figure’s narrow eyes suddenly contracted, like two sharp blades. In an instant, the figure shrank and morphed back into a sword, shooting toward Zhang Yang with even greater speed and precision, aiming directly at the center of his brow.
Diamond Dragon Divine Power!
Zhang Yang immediately sensed the unusual nature of the sword. It could not be classified as an ordinary spiritual weapon—it belonged to a unique category, possessing a specialized killing force. Recognizing the danger, he summoned the Diamond Dragon Divine Power for defense.
Ant King Power!
Baxiang Power!
He reinforced his defense with two additional dominant divine powers.
Under the combined influence of these three divine forces, his right hand glowed with a golden radiance. It appeared as though it had been forged from pure gold, faintly resembling dragon scales, while emitting a deep, imposing dragon roar.
Bang!
He did not throw a punch. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the sword.
His right hand clenched around the sharp tip.
Even as the incomparably sharp blade clashed against his palm, producing a metallic sound and sending sparks flying, it failed to break through his skin. Though intense pain shot through his hand, the sword could not pierce him.
The sword trembled violently, struggling to exert its force.
Zhang Yang extended his left hand and grasped the hilt.
Rip!
With a forceful tug, he tore the golden sword apart, shattering it.
The sword fragmented into countless pieces—not solid metal, but golden light particles, entwined with wisps of smoke. These particles gathered before him, each one radiating beams of light that intertwined to form a strange pattern.
The pattern resembled all living beings bowing before a sword. Then, as quickly as it had formed, it faded, revealing an image before him.
A middle-aged man sat with a powerful, sturdy build, exuding an overwhelming presence. Even while seated, he gave the illusion of towering above all, as though he alone upheld the heavens and earth.
But what stood out the most was the third eye on his forehead. It was slightly open, with a flickering red light swirling within.
Zhang Yang’s voice deepened. “Three-Eyed… Demon Sword Forbidden Area… You are the Demon Warlord!”
The name “Demon Warlord” belonged to this three-eyed man—a renowned sage who had terrorized the Southern Region for a thousand years.
It was said that upon his birth, the people of the Demon Sword Forbidden Area recognized him as the one who would lead them to greatness. His growth had been nothing short of astounding. Among his generation, he had consistently ranked among the top three, achieving sagehood in just three hundred years—a record-breaking feat in the history of the Demon Sword Forbidden Area.
He had also been one of the instigators behind the attack on the Cangmang Sacred Land.
Zhang Yang knew that this sage currently resided within the Demon Sword Forbidden Area, tens of thousands of miles away from the Vast Forest.
The Demon Warlord stared at him coldly. Then, he uttered a single word:
“Die.”
His voice was icy and merciless.
Yet, that single word alone caused Zhang Yang to witness a terrifying scene.
Before him, it felt as though the sun and moon were collapsing, mountains and rivers were crumbling, and all life was withering.
Only those two eyes remained—piercing through miles, shattering the barriers of mountains and rivers, suppressing the now-ruined Diamond Temple.
Boom!
The already battered Diamond Temple instantly collapsed into a flat expanse of rubble, leaving nothing intact.
Strands of eerie and repulsive light emerged from the ground.
“What is this?” Zhang Yang squinted, observing closely. He whispered, “Demon Intent?”
His understanding of martial arts had been growing daily, but there were still things he had never encountered before—things he could not be certain about.
In truth, this was indeed Demon Intent.
The Ghostly Divine Platform had been able to establish a formation on Wolf God Mountain, ensuring the permanent elimination of its enemies.
Similarly, the Demon Sword Forbidden Area had arranged a formation in the Diamond Temple, sealing this place off indefinitely.
They strictly prohibited any attempts at destruction.
Now, Zhang Yang’s actions had triggered their alarms.
As a result, the traps they had laid long ago were set in motion.
Clang!
The strands of Demon Intent converged, transforming into a shimmering golden sword. It had a strange, dragon-like shape and radiated an ancient aura, as if it were a legendary weapon left behind from a forgotten era.
Whoosh!
The demon sword took form and instantly lunged at Zhang Yang.
If the previous sword—made of golden, boiling blood—had been astonishingly fast, then this one was so quick that it was nearly imperceptible to the naked eye.
Outside, the Ironback Blue Bull never even saw the demon sword; it only sensed a sudden flash before the weapon appeared near Zhang Yang.
It was not just fast—it felt as if it had teleported.
Zhang Yang had anticipated this. He knew that any attack associated with a sage would be terrifyingly lethal. With his exceptional speed, he turned to evade, but he was still a fraction of a second too late.
A thin line of blood appeared on his right forearm.
He was injured!
For a moment, he froze, then slowly lifted his gaze toward the Three-Eyed Demon Warlord.
“You let me get hurt?”
The Demon Warlord remained cold and emotionless.
But Zhang Yang was furious.
“You actually dared to hurt me? You made me bleed?”
In response, the golden demon sword shot toward him again, its speed even more astonishing than before.
But the Zhang Yang at this moment was no longer the composed man he had been earlier.
Without Xue Feishuang’s presence to soothe him, his rage spiraled out of control. He was like an enraged dragon—his black hair whipped wildly, his smooth forehead radiated an eerie glow, and his eyes deepened into an unsettling abyss.
Bang!
In an instant, he spun around, moving faster than the demon sword, and landed a powerful punch on it.
The demon sword was knocked aside, its once-flawless surface now riddled with tiny cracks.
“Not broken yet?”
Zhang Yang’s eyes widened, his fury surging again.
He activated One Step of Mountains and Rivers, reaching a speed so extreme that he overtook the demon sword, preventing it from launching another attack.
Then, he struck again.
Eight Divine Powers!
This time, he even infused Soul Binding Power into his attack, whether it would be effective or not—he didn’t care.
He was beyond irritable now.
