Chapter 257: Arriving Behind the Home, A Quick Death is Painless (5k)

Not everyone gets the chance to have the Old Celestial Master personally cooperate in wielding his Magic Sword.

A good thing like this, of course I can’t let someone else have it.

Besides, you really are the most suitable person for it.

When the time comes, just unleash your Scorching Sun power with all you’ve got and do exactly as I say.

Really feel it out this time—who knows, maybe you’ll start your cultivation journey.

This kind of opportunity won’t come a second time.

Back in the day, the Thirteenth Ancestor was a prodigious genius whose cultivation shook the heavens and earth."

Wen Yan fell silent. He wanted to say that, in all seriousness, he was literally a soulless person—even if the Old Celestial Master personally helped, he figured he wouldn’t stand a chance.

But seeing the Seventh Great-Uncle Master so excited and full of expectation, he couldn’t bring himself to rain on his parade.

He more or less understood that the two Great-Uncle Masters had probably come on their own initiative just to help him secure this chance.

Cai Heizi hadn’t said a word either—he probably understood that, among the Daoist Masters imparting teachings in Nanwu County right now, only the Seventh Great-Uncle Master was this strong and still willing to come to the front lines.

On the other side.

The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor had already arrived ahead of them; he charged forward crazily, like the vanguard general sweeping across a battlefield, wrapped in roaring gale-force winds, barreling right through the horde of devils. The mere force he stirred up blasted away every Little Demon he encountered, and those that got too close were shredded to pieces on the spot.

The Pain Demon Lord stood where he was, watching as a white wave of air sped toward him, a flicker of awe in his eyes.

Even at his own peak, the sheer physical strength he wielded was nowhere near as overwhelming as this man’s.

In a split second, a thunderous shout exploded like a lightning strike.

The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor’s figure, streaking forward at speed, gathered all his power and slammed right into the Pain Demon Lord.

The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor abruptly stopped in place, all of his power discharging in an instant.

A look of shock flashed across the Pain Demon Lord’s face; the next instant, the body he’d just condensed suddenly burst apart into a cloud of blood mist.

Within that bloody haze, the heart—caught up in the second shockwave—erupted with a boom.

Terror swept out in all directions. The glass along both sides of the street shattered in unison, and the blast wave spreading from the center carried debris and junk everywhere, twisting all the roadside rolling gates into mangled corkscrews.

The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor looked around at everything, watching the blood off in the distance as it began to gather once more.

The Pain Demon Lord’s body was reconstituting, still with a trace of bewildered astonishment on his face.

Because, for the first time, he’d encountered this situation—the opponent’s speed was simply too fast; his body exploded before he could even react. The power was too overwhelming. The other’s mastery over strength—he simply couldn’t comprehend it.

The speed was so great, he didn’t even have time to feel any pain before he was blown apart.

The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor didn’t lose heart. He’d been prepared for this outcome before setting out.

As a Great Zombie, and one with monstrous physical might at that, the thing he hated most was these undead things that just won’t die.

Otherwise, with the Pain Demon Lord looking this pathetically weak, he alone could’ve torn apart every devil here—including the Pain Demon Lord himself.

"I haven’t really unleashed myself for ages. Now’s the perfect time—I’ll use you to warm up."

The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor grinned, and while he was at it, took the opportunity to stretch his legs and show off some power, so that anyone who’d never seen a Great Zombie in action could get a taste.

The Pain Demon Lord, feeling the power drained as he healed, began to look serious as well.

This kind of pure, massive consumption—without any benefit in return—wasn’t something he enjoyed.

Two horns started to sprout from his brow, a tail began to grow from his back, and his nose tip became sharp and long. He stood his ground, lifted one hand as black-grey energy gathered in his palm; with the other hand raised, arrays began to appear before him.

"Immortal one, you are worthy to know my name. I am..."

"Bang!"

The black array in front of him shattered instantly, and his body, before he even felt a hint of pain, exploded yet again.

The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor spat a mouthful of thick black phlegm into the blood mist.

"Other than your ability, you’re just too weak—not qualified for me to learn your name."

The Pain Demon Lord, blasted apart over and over again, finally started to feel a subtle shift in mindset.

It was still because he died too quickly—he couldn’t even feel the pain of being blown up...

In the command center, cameras and drones captured the whole process with perfect clarity.

Cai Qidong’s face showed no emotion as he watched the somewhat stunned faces around him. Privately, he thought most of these people were probably only now seeing for the first time just how different the Great Zombies of Fuyu Mountain were compared to the wild ones outside.

It’s not about grade or power. It’s that, even with the same grade and power, a Fuyu Mountain Great Zombie could single-handedly grind ten wild Great Zombies into the dirt outside.

Combat technique, experience, willpower, mastery of power—a chasm of difference.

This guy, ranked eighth among his peers, was a bona fide member of Fuyu Temple’s Great Zombies. Don’t be fooled by his just-plain Deformed Corpse grade—even most Flying Zombies outside wouldn’t match his fighting strength.

In life, he was a never-dying veteran of a hundred battles, the elite of the elite, who fought for decades and never fell on the field. Even after becoming a zombie, his period of ignorance was far shorter than that of Fuyu Mountain’s other Great Zombies.

If anyone could actually wear down and kill that Pain Demon Lord by sheer force, Cai Qidong would believe it was this old man.

Wen Yan drove into Virtue City. The Seventh Great-Uncle Master opened a wooden box, revealing the seemingly ordinary Wooden Sword inside.

An invisible force spread out, instantly reducing every Little Demon near the car to dust, without a sound.

When they arrived, Wen Yan saw the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor displaying godlike might—every time, blasting both the Pain Demon Lord’s body and his heart to pieces in a single move.

"Uh, Seventh Great-Uncle Master, do you even need us?"

The Seventh Great-Uncle Master looked up at him.

"Your Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor can’t kill him, even though that guy just descended and is really, really weak right now.

Isn’t that called magic or something?

This magic really is a pain in the ass—its power way too easily drags in regular people.

That’s something the Scorching Sun Department absolutely can’t tolerate.

Let’s start—just do what I tell you."

Wen Yan looked up, just as the Pain Demon Lord was blown apart again, and instantly reconstituted.

His Natural Enemy Profession finally began to react.