Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1387: 746: Demon Nest Battle

Zhao Sheng observed the figure departing without making any effort to halt him, precisely as Master Huang Shi had predicted. That earlier strike served primarily to "show his strength," reinforcing the adversary's perception of his "Returning to Void Perfection."

Moreover, it was obviously meant to unleash his fury. Master Huang Shi had covertly spied on Hidden Dragon Valley, marking a clear error on his side, so he had no real grounds to confront Zhao Sheng!

Zhao Sheng glanced over at Feng Bo Jie Xing nearby, a subtle grin on his face as he said: “Taoist Feng Bo, since you’ve got the leisure to come to Hidden Dragon Valley, why not linger here for several days alongside me?”

“No… er, sure!” Feng Bo Jie Xing first intended to decline, but as Zhao Sheng gradually lifted his fist, his face paled a bit. He quickly shifted his words and agreed with a nod.

After half a month, Feng Bo Jie Xing departed from Hidden Dragon Valley in a flustered state, leaving Zhao Jinmin and the rest feeling quite unwilling, sighing that this chance had been far too short!

During his stay in the valley, Feng Bo Jie Xing barely got a moment to relax, dedicating fifteen or sixteen straight days and nights to sharing cultivation knowledge with Zhao Sheng.

Naturally, Feng Bo Jie Xing took the lead in explaining the laws and debating the Dao, while Zhao Sheng, Zhao Jinmin, and others mostly absorbed the teachings.

Zhao Jinmin and his companions paid close attention, sensing tremendous gains from the sessions,

yet for Zhao Sheng, the benefits were only moderate.

The Feng Bo Clan holds immense power, boasting deep-rooted ties and vast legacy. Zhao Sheng had no desire to provoke the Feng Bo Clan over such an issue, though extracting a minor penalty from Feng Bo Jie Xing proved fine.

Following this event, Zhao Sheng summoned Red Dragon Son, Zhao Hong, for some serious counsel, then gathered many clan heirs, selecting two exceptional youths to deliver personally to Zhao San Yue for their cultivation training.

Two months afterward, Zhao Sheng went back to Yuxu Cave Mansion, immersing himself in silent cultivation as he kept watch over Zhao Xuanjing’s physical form.

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Across the Immortal Heaven Continent, the heavens grew dim with swirling clouds in a patchy gloom.

Deep in a secluded valley ringed by peaks, thunder boomed as dark-gray mist shrouded the entire area and the encircling heights.

Within the valley, bolts of lightning clashed amid weaving sword gleams. A colossal serpent, bearing twin wings and a body of vivid crimson-gold, lurked partially in the vaporous shroud. Its form shimmered with toxic glows, ejecting torrents of poisonous fire at the pursuer trailing it.

Trailing this fiend by several dozen miles, a warrior in archaic armor darted nimbly, with radiant sword auras spinning ahead, relentlessly assaulting the winged serpent.

His actions were lightning-fast, and his protective gear offered robust shielding. The majority of the toxic blasts went astray, and even direct hits failed to injure thanks to the enchanted armor.

Each time a sword aura slashed home, it carved a profound, elongated gash into the winged serpent.

The serpent's green eyes burned with hatred, but its enormous bulk and the hunter's velocity left it unable to flee, forcing it to endure through sheer mass alone.

Abruptly, a vast expanse of Yellow Light descended on the winged serpent, freezing its motion instantly and halting it in the sky. The encircling vapors abruptly dissolved into heaps of stone dust, pattering down to the earth.

Right then, the warrior materialized atop the serpent's neck, driving both hands downward fiercely. Twin sword beams, pure as spring water, lanced like thunder at the vital spot seven inches below its head, severing it in one clean blow.

“Puff”

A huge gush of inky red fiend blood erupted as the Sword Light beheaded the serpent, its jaws emitting a piercing wail, while its gigantic fiend form tumbled directly into the valley below.

Before the serpent’s Primordial Spirit could flee, a Yellow Light enveloped its skull suddenly, dragging it underground in a flash.

Meanwhile, in the valley, hordes of grotesque fiend beasts clashed in wild frenzy. Everywhere one looked, mounds of fiend beast cadavers littered the terrain, with crimson blood streaming freely and pooling into streams.

Beneath many colossal fiend remains, deep crimson pools had formed, bobbing with innumerous beast remnants, painting a picture of utter turmoil.

One could tell the battling fiend beasts split vaguely into two sides. In the triumphant beast faction, Human Clan Cultivators lent their aid. The humans and beasts coordinated seamlessly with precise roles, moving in fluid harmony and clearly deploying arrays of varying scales. Though merely a dozen or so Human Clan Cultivators were present, their guidance amplified each beast group's combat prowess by ten times, enabling them to overwhelm foes and harvest the valley's fiend beasts swiftly like a reaper's blade.

The winged serpent smashed into a hundred-foot-wide blood pool with a thunderous impact, its frame still thrashing and twisting, refusing to yield, and spraying foul blood in all directions.

Soon after, the warrior landed from the heights, floating above the pile of corpses with a trace of fatigue on his features.

Just then, a Sword Light dropped before him, unveiling a three-inch crystalline mini-sword. Its flawless, mirror-smooth edge mirrored his visage plainly, identifying him as Baili Shouguang!

He clutched the Turn Tribulation Sword in one grip, scanning the ongoing clashes around him with a cool gaze, noting the battle's outcome was sealed, before turning his eyes to the valley's heart.

There, thick mists and Devil Qi billowed skyward, the Void rippling like simmering broth, subtly radiating several intensely formidable presences.

Baili Shouguang understood clearly that this fight's triumph hinged on whether that lord could prevail over the mighty foe in the end.

In the valley's core, a immense and lofty Pyramid vaguely towered through the heavy fog. The structure stretched across miles, soaring a thousand feet tall. Its four walls gleamed smooth and translucent, like gigantic crystal facets.

At the Pyramid's summit, a throbbing orb of black Light Ball hovered, from which endless eerie Shadows arose and plunged, as if harboring myriads of "odd entities" inside.