Chapter 529: Rivers of Blood and Slaughtering The Demon God (II)

"Does Chu Batian’s true power and stamina know no limits?"

Standing on the ridge, Wen Jiayuan and the others watched the scene below, where Chen Chu was slaughtering his way across the valley plain. Each of them was at a loss for words, shaken by the sheer spectacle.

For the first time, they realized that an advanced powerhouse could reach such terrifying heights.

At the beginning stage of the Eighth Heavenly Realm, he could slay middle-stage Ninth Heavenly Realm demons, summon an unknown, terrifying colossal beast, and tear apart a mythical-level demon king. Such an unprecedented battle record would send shockwaves through the entire cultivation world.

And this was just at the Eighth Heavenly Realm. Once he advanced to the Ninth, his unrivaled power could even allow him to single-handedly kill a demon king without summoning the colossal beast’s projection!

As long as Chen Chu didn’t die, another formidable cultivator would emerge from the human race.

This thought excited the group, especially Qingqiu Minghui, who looked on with a sigh.

Who could have imagined that the once slightly inexperienced "celebrity's bodyguard" would achieve this level of power in just a few months?

Back then, Chen Chu had only been at the middle stage of the Sixth Heavenly Realm, barely capable of fighting him when most of his own power was sealed. But now, he had directly ripped apart a demon king with his bare hands.

This was an accomplishment that even many kings could not achieve.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the blood-red glow of Chen Chu’s halberd, mutated creatures continued to explode one after another.

As the slaughter continued, the hellish domain surrounding Chen Chu grew more dreadful. Blood-red light flowed like liquid, and countless monsters writhed and roared around him.

The demon god phantom standing behind him became increasingly fearsome, an entity condensed from Chen Chu’s unending bloodlust, ferocity, and destructive desires.

Its face resembled Chen Chu’s, its cheeks lined with crimson scales, a crown upon its head, and clad in blood-red armor—an entity that seemed to have emerged straight from the depths of hell.

As the demon god phantom absorbed more blood aura and souls, it grew stronger, amplifying the power it channeled into Chen Chu.

With his blood-red halberd in hand, there was no foe capable of standing against him.

As the phantom grew to thirty meters in height behind Chen Chu, a reluctant roar echoed from the distant horizon, followed by the slow descent of another Blood Moon.

The Void Demon King responsible for intelligence within the Purgatory Demon Clan’s assassination division had fallen.

High above in the sky, Chen Wang's left arm was wrapped in dark demonic qi, emitting a faint hissing as it corroded his somewhat weakened aura.

Mu Jun, the Blade King, bore four half-meter-long wounds on his chest, where the abyssal law clashed fiercely with his saber will, sparking intense eruptions of energy.

Higher still, the resolute figure of Hong Zhantian remained firm and exuded a crushing pressure over the land, his aura as powerful as ever.

𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The silver-haired Chen Wang chuckled wryly. "These demon kings are so hard to kill."

Mu Jun spoke in a deep voice. "We did well today. We managed to slay this demon king with only a minor loss of law essence."

As mythical-level beings, especially at the middle-stage of the mythical level, these demon kings had combat experience, mastery over laws, secret arts, and explosive techniques at a near-peak level.

Due to the unique nature of their true forms tied to the laws, simply severing limbs or even the body inflicted limited damage; to kill them completely, one had to eradicate the true form.

Thus, even when holding a decisive advantage, mythical beings had to spend significant time and pay a hefty price to fully subdue an opponent.

Initially, the two of them had prepared to sacrifice half of their essence power to aid Hong Zhantian, who had emerged from the ruin with even greater strength, in exterminating two demon kings.

However, an unexpected twist had occurred.

The three of them turned their gazes to the distance, where a blood-soaked figure rampaged across the land, slaying relentlessly. The blood of countless mutated beasts pooled into a literal river of blood.

Mu Jun's eye twitched as he watched. "This kid has quite a killing intent!"

Hong Zhantian appeared before them, speaking in a low voice. "His battle will is rooted in the path of slaughter, so it’s natural for him to have strong killing intent. In fact, anyone lacking such an intense killing drive wouldn’t be able to condense this kind of battle will at all.

"Right now, he's only at the Eighth Heavenly Realm, and his battle will has already condensed into a demon god phantom, connecting to the higher planes of hell. He’s slain countless high-level beings.

"When he eventually breaks through to the king level, he might even be able to condense the high-level law of slaughter directly. In addition, his true martial art is remarkably powerful. The Battle Body he’s condensed can erupt with power far exceeding his current realm.

"I sensed at least four different types of divine seed abilities within his Battle Body. When he reaches the Ninth Heavenly Realm and forms divine abilities, the fusion of these laws will undoubtedly be formidable.

"There are also the four divine wheels behind his head when he activates his Battle Body, likely the four illusory worlds he opened when he broke through to the Eighth Realm. Once he masters creation..."

At this, the three kings showed a hint of astonishment.

If Chen Chu could master these powers fully, he would become terrifying once he reached the king level. They could already confirm that he held two supreme laws—slaughter and world creation.

With his talent, having reached the Eighth Heavenly Realm in less than a year, this young man’s aptitude was too frightening, far beyond typical king-level potential.

At this thought, the three of them exchanged glances. Clearly, they had only seen limited information about Chen Chu. It was no wonder he had a forbidden weapon crafted by the councilor—no, it was likely he possessed more than one such forbidden weapon.

Chen Wang muttered discontentedly, "Brother Xie didn’t tell me the whole truth."

Mu Jun chuckled lightly. "That’s expected. With such monstrous talent, his information would naturally be restricted. But as for those youngsters..."

Mu Jun glanced over at Qingqiu Minghui and the others.

Understanding his meaning, Chen Wang thought for a moment. "Minghui and Lan Caiwei have already broken through to the Eighth Heavenly Realm. True Martial Unity has been achieved, and altering memories could be troublesome. Better to supplement their resources and let them enter seclusion at the Seventh Legion's base for six months.

"By then, Chen Chu might well have reached the king level with his aptitude."

"Agreed." Mu Jun and Hong Zhantian nodded slightly.

Under the watchful gaze of the three kings, the roars of the mutated colossal beasts on the plains gradually faded away as they were slaughtered, including the dark qilin beast that had tried to escape.

Standing upon the ground, littered with the corpses of countless colossal beasts, Chen Chu held his halberd aloft. The thick blood light around him was nearly tangible.

The demon god phantom looming behind him was no longer a mere shadow; it had fully materialized into a thirty-meter-tall god of slaughter, emanating an aura that stirred dread in all who beheld it.

Under the suppression of this demon god, the Blood Sea Hell behind him seemed on the verge of solidifying, becoming ever more terrifying.

The Blood Moon in the sky began to sink to the west, its light dimming, while faint strands of golden light appeared on the eastern horizon.

Dawn had arrived.