Chapter 70
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Chapter 70: Mad Dogs! It’sTime To Settle The Score
The *ferocity of the Demon Slayer Team was evident from the Hill of Heads.
How could anyone dare kill their members, especially in front of such a crowd?
This group of mad dogs exploded with fury. Six experts from the Small Boundless realm charged forward.
[*extreme violence.]
Since the Opening the Sky realm master had been instantly slain, it was now up to the Small Boundless realm experts—and there were plenty of them.
Yet Zhang Yang and the others remained still, merely watching.
They gave Shang Zhu the time and space to release his rage and seek his vengeance.
Shang Zhu remained bowed low to the ground, his head pressing against the earth. His cries had grown hoarse, his grief immeasurable, and the flames of his hatred only burned hotter and fiercer.
When the six Small Boundless realm experts arrived, Shang Zhu suddenly raised his head and let out a crazed howl.
“Ah!!!”
His voice carried a destructive force, and the terrifying fire forbidden law erupted with devastating power. Six serpents of flame shot out, engulfing the six experts.
They were devoured whole and reduced to nothingness.
Shang Zhu slowly stood.
The Hill of Heads had been reduced to ash by the raging fire, scattered to the wind.
Bathed in the ashes, as if carrying the resentment of tens of thousands from the Divine Forbidden Gate, Shang Zhu seemed to transform into a god of death, consumed by vengeance.
Step by step, he advanced.
With each step, a beam of light spread out from beneath his feet, forming a semi-circle that rippled forward before vanishing.
Many recognized this as an ominous forbidden law.
He intended to charge forward.
At the forefront of the Demon Slayer Team sat the Seventh Prince atop a tall horse, looking down at Shang Zhu without the slightest hint of fear.
The others remained ten meters behind him.
Such was his dominance.
Wherever he stood, he was set apart from all others.
He gazed at Shang Zhu with contempt, as if looking at a dead man.
As Shang Zhu drew closer, a roar echoed from behind the Seventh Prince.
An expert of Great Boundless rank emerged.
This man radiated a wild, overwhelming aura, dark light swirling around him. His hair flew wildly as his terrifying presence descended like that of a demon king.
“Die!”
As a Great Boundless rank expert, this warrior was exceptionally domineering and brutal in battle.
Shang Zhu glanced at him and coldly muttered three words.
“Mo family member.”
The Demon Slayer Team was composed of forces gathered from all over the world.
The Mo family was one of the most prestigious families in the Great Xia Empire and was also the maternal family of the Seventh Prince. They served as one of the core powers within the Demon Slayer Team.
The Mo family’s Great Boundless expert possessed nearly limitless combat strength.
He resembled a demon king, wielding tremendous power, ready to slaughter with a single hand.
That hand seemed capable of covering the sky, plucking the moon, and seizing the stars, causing the surrounding void to crack and rumble.
Shang Zhu slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the man. Then, he suddenly roared, “Earth forbidden law, Execution of the Gods!”
Half-circle rings of light appeared beneath his feet, and a deafening boom echoed from deep underground as beams of light erupted upward.
The light manifested as swords drawn from the earth—these were the Earth Swords.
Whoosh!
An Earth Sword shot into the sky, violently smashing through the descending hand of darkness.
And that was only the beginning.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
Countless Earth Swords surged from the ground, densely packed and brimming with boundless killing power. The very terrain shifted, rising as if a mountain were lifting Shang Zhu into the sky.
Boom, boom, boom…
The Great Boundless expert from the Mo family launched wild attacks, shattering thousands of Earth Swords within moments. However, his strength had waned, and more swords kept rising without end.
By the time the other Great Boundless experts from the Demon Slayer Team rushed to rescue him, it was already too late.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Unable to withstand the relentless assault, three Earth Swords pierced through him in succession, reducing him to a mist of blood.
A Great Boundless expert had fallen.
This completely ignited the killing intent of the Demon Slayer Team’s hundred thousand troops.
Three more Great Boundless experts charged forward, aiming to surround and kill Shang Zhu.
Consumed by fury, Shang Zhu no longer cared about life or death. He howled toward the sky, blood tears streaming from his eyes, frantically unleashing every ounce of power he had, regardless of the cost.
With all his might, he struck the ground.
Boom!
The earth split open.
The forbidden laws faded, replaced by countless Earth Dragons. Each was adorned with sword-like spikes, their massive bodies stretching over a hundred meters as they rampaged toward the three Great Boundless fighters.
The three Great Boundless experts fought with overwhelming strength, launching fierce counterattacks.
Bang, bang, bang…
The Earth Dragons exploded one after another under their assault.
However, the price was steep—two of the Great Boundless experts were injured, leaving only one particularly powerful fighter to press forward toward Shang Zhu.
Shang Zhu, his eyes burning like crimson flames, glared at him and roared, “Let’s die together!”
Light erupted from Shang Zhu’s body, forming threads that twisted like dragons and tigers. The attack drained his essence, flesh, and vitality, leaving him frail and aged, yet its power was so overwhelming that the Great Boundless expert paled and retreated in shock.
Too late.
Shang Zhu locked his thumbs together, pointed his index fingers toward each other, and thrust forward sharply.
This technique had once been used at the Divine Forbidden Gate, but it had been suppressed within the Vast Forest, greatly limiting its power.
Now, unleashed in full, a powerful and unstoppable blade of light surged forth, carrying the might of dragons and tigers as it roared toward its target.
The Great Boundless expert gasped in shock. “You… You are the Seventh Prince of the Great Boundless!”
Trembling, he drew an ancient copper sword, its surface riddled with cracks.
Bang!
The copper sword clashed with the blade of light.
Crack!
The copper sword shattered.
Although the blow’s force was diminished, it still struck the Great Boundless expert, blasting apart his left arm.
“It’s my turn to kill you!”
The one-armed Great Boundless expert roared in fury.
Exhausted, Shang Zhu staggered, his body weakened beyond measure. Yet, he still tried to stand, determined to fight to the death. He began forming hand seals once more.
But then, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.
“Leave it to me.”
It was a calm voice.
But the one-armed Great Boundless expert’s expression changed, for a long, dark boundless divine knife was already slashing toward him.
He reacted quickly, moving with speed, but the knife was even faster.
The real problem was that he had not expected there to be another Great Boundless expert within the Vast Forest—and this one seemed slightly stronger than Shang Zhu.
It was none other than Li Kunhai, Palace Master of the Howling Wolf Palace.
He wielded a boundless divine knife from the Ghost King Guards.
Caught off guard and already heavily injured, the one-armed Great Boundless expert faced inevitable disaster.
The dark divine knife swept through the air.
The one-armed Great Boundless expert was sliced cleanly in half, his sword barely grazing Shang Zhu’s clothing.
After the first cut, a second strike followed.
Clang! Clang!
The other two Great Boundless experts were forced to halt.
Li Kunhai grabbed Shang Zhu’s shoulder and leaped backward, retreating near the Vast Forest, where a member of the Howling Wolf Palace gave Shang Zhu a drop of life-infusing water, forcibly restoring him to his former state.
At this moment, no cost was too great.
And this was only the beginning of the battle.
Killing two Great Boundless experts, six Small Boundless experts, and one from the Opening the Sky realm was already enough to shock the Vast Forest side, greatly boosting their morale.
The Demon Slayer Team, on the other hand, had suffered a heavy blow.
“Palace Master, rest easy. The battle has only just begun. Leave these mad dogs to me,” Zhang Yang said, stepping forward.
The Seventh Prince’s expression turned icy. Sneering, he muttered, “Trash.”
He showed no mercy toward the fallen elites of the Demon Slayer Team. Instead, he felt only disgust. They had embarrassed him. He was accustomed to crushing his opponents effortlessly, and the deaths of so many on his side filled him with shame.
Mounting his horse, he moved forward.
The two faced each other.
“Mad dogs, it’s time to settle the score,” Zhang Yang said, his killing intent radiating heavily.
The Seventh Prince looked down from his high vantage point, his eyes filled with contempt. Coldly, he said, “*Ant, how do you want to die?”
[*The Seventh Prince, being arrogant and of royal blood, viewed Zhang Yang as insignificant and weak—like an ant beneath his feet. It’s a common way in wuxia/xianxia stories to show disdain or superiority over someone you consider far below your power level.]
