Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 707: Following Me to Slay Demons

As long as Chen Huaian was dealt with, it would be no different than crushing every human cultivator and their respective Sects.

The Mountain-Moving Sage wasted no time, focusing all his murderous intent directly on Chen Huaian.

Conveniently, Chen Huaian had already seized the Spirit Veins belonging to the Demon Race, providing the perfect pretext for their assault. Bringing this grievance up to any demon would ignite a fire of righteous fury, making them eager to throw away their lives for the Five Great Demon Saints and the glorious future of the Demon Race.

In the mind of the Mountain-Moving Sage, he felt truly magnificent—a legendary hero of the demons!

He intended to transform Chen Huaian into a gruesome warning. If Chen Huaian retreated even a single step today, the Demon Race would seize a hundred miles of ground in return!

Following the Mountain-Moving Sage’s proclamation, the predatory glares of the other four Demon Saints locked onto Chen Huaian. The collective pressure radiating from the Five Great Demon Saints surged forward, causing the atmosphere to grow suffocatingly heavy in an instant...

"Senior Chen!"

"Sect Master Chen!"

"Ancestor!"

Fu Hongyu, Sect Master of the Blade Sect; Wang Dagen, Sect Master of the Bliss Sect; Fa Dahai, Sect Master of the Zen Sect...

Leaders of countless small and medium sects seemed to have discovered their pillar of hope, casting desperate, pleading looks toward Chen Huaian.

The united might of the Five Great Demon Saints was far beyond anything they could hope to endure!

Should Chen Huaian choose to withdraw or attempt to save himself by surrendering the Moon Shadow Sect's Spirit Veins, their own sects would surely be ripped apart by the gluttonous Demon Race.

A wave of panic and hopelessness washed over the gathered crowd. While the various sect leaders acknowledged Chen Huaian’s immense power, he was still just one man against five.

Uncertainty hung heavy in the air; no one could guess what would happen next or which path the Moon Shadow Sect Ancestor, Chen Huaian, would take.

Chen Huaian met the Mountain-Moving Sage’s brutal gaze before scanning the surrounding faces, which were etched with a mix of desperation and flickering hope.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a chilling smile slowly spreading across his lips.

He had long harbored the ambition to unite the various sects of the Cangyun Realm. Beyond just offering incentives, what he truly needed was a... unifying force!

The power of such cohesion was not to be overlooked. While some sects had already toyed with the idea of joining the Moon Shadow Sect, they simply required one final push to commit.

Now, that perfect opportunity had arrived, hadn’t it?

"Heh," Chen Huaian chuckled softly. Though his laugh was quiet, it pierced through the bellows of the Demon Saints and the chaotic murmurs of the crowd with a terrifying serenity: "You five... do you truly believe that because Tu Shan Yue has ascended, there is no one left in the Cangyun Realm capable of striking you down?"

The Five Great Demon Saints paused in momentary confusion before bursting into a fit of even more insolent laughter.

"Hahaha! You, surnamed Chen! You dare to spout such arrogance while standing at death's door?"

"Aside from you, who else is there? That bald monk Burning Heaven? He was paralyzed by fear ages ago!"

"Stop this nonsense! If you refuse to surrender the veins, we will level your Moon Shadow Sect this very day!"

"Is that so?" The smile vanished from Chen Huaian’s face instantly, his gaze turning as sharp as a razor!

The moment the Demon Saints finished speaking—

*Hummm—!!!*

A formless, invisible, yet soul-crushing Sword Intent exploded outward with Chen Huaian at its epicenter!

There was no thunderous boom, only a piercing sharpness that felt as if millions of steel needles were simultaneously puncturing one’s Divine Soul!

The space for a thousand miles around Taizhou Mountain froze in an instant!

Light began to warp, and the very air thickened into a heavy sludge. Countless floating peaks, sky-vessels, and even the ground itself groaned under the immense weight of this Sword Intent.

*Zheng—!*

A clear, resonant sword cry—one that sounded as if it had echoed from the ancient chaos of time—vibrated through the heavens and the earth.

Chen Huaian raised his hand, pressing his fingers together to form a sword gesture, and lifted it slowly.

As his hand rose, the sky above the Taizhou Mountain region plummeted into darkness.

It was not clouds that obscured the sun, but swords. An ocean of swords.

An infinite, tightly packed mass of shimmering, cold sword shadows materialized like a celestial river of steel, blotting out the firmament.

Each shadow throbbed with lethal Sword Qi, vibrating in resonance with one another to form an unrivaled sword formation that dominated the sky, the earth, and the Five Great Demon Saints along with their demonic hordes.

Every blade tip was leveled directly at the five dark demonic clouds.

The crushing pressure of the swords descended like a physical tidal wave. The boastful auras of the Five Great Demon Saints were snuffed out instantly; their massive forms staggered, and for the first time, their faces were pale with shock and dread.

This was a sword formation!

They realized immediately that the Sword Intent surrounding them from every direction was a structured formation. However, it wasn't the formation itself that terrified them.

It was the fact that it was cast instantaneously!

This was a feat only achievable by those who had mastered the Dao of formations and reached the Great Ascension Stage.

But wasn't Chen Huaian a Sword Cultivator? When had he become a master of formations?!

If the Demon Race were to rank the cultivators they hated most, Sword Cultivators would always be at the top due to their peerless lethality.

Demons possessed thick hides and durable flesh; most cultivators couldn't even scratch them, unless they were Sword Cultivators. Not only could they pierce a demon's hide, but their Sword Intent had a terrifying ability to penetrate deep within.

Many demons had reinforced their carapaces only to find that while their shells held, their internal organs were reduced to mincemeat by the Sword Intent vibrating through them. This was particularly true when facing the Pure Yin Sword Intent of the True Martial Holy Land.

That was truly a nightmare.

But was there anything even more loathsome than a Sword Cultivator? Veteran demons would answer—yes!

There was one type even more frustrating than a Sword Cultivator: the Formation Cultivator.

They weren't ranked first only because they were so rare and their path was so difficult to master. Furthermore, Formation Cultivators usually stayed hidden within their Sects, waiting for resources to be brought to them rather than hunting demons.

Yet, a Formation Cultivator of the same rank as a Sword Cultivator was infinitely more annoying to deal with.

And now, here he was...

Chen Huaian was both a Sword Cultivator and a Formation Cultivator! The combination of these two arts pushed the level of frustration to its absolute peak.

The Mountain-Moving Sage, who had been traumatized by a Formation Cultivator in the past, looked at Chen Huaian with a feeling of pure nausea.

Regardless of the Demon Saints' horror, the sword formation was fully deployed.

Chen Huaian stood at the heart of the array, his robes billowing despite the lack of wind. His voice, cold as cracking ice, echoed to every corner: "Fellow cultivators! If we retreat today, we will have no home to return to tomorrow!

The Demon Race is brutal and treacherous; they have never honored their word.

At this moment, there is only one choice—to fight!

Follow This Venerable One... and slay these demons!"