Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The simplest way to discipline someone often involves using the most violent means of beating them.

"The light of a firefly dares to compete with the bright moon? Do you think that by bearing the so-called title of Demon Lord you can stop my way? Wishful thinking!" Lu Wensheng directly returned Shi Yubai's previous words verbatim.

These... these are all my words! Shi Yubai was dumbfounded, so angry that he almost had his demonic energy reversed.

However, before he could react, Lu Wensheng had already made a move!

The sword's radiance suddenly intensified, and Lu Wensheng moved like lightning, carrying the supreme power of a perfected Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, heading straight for Shi Yubai! There were no fancy moves, only the purest and most extreme crushing power!

What happened next was horrific.

So you're the one spouting these melodramatic slogans, trying to achieve immortality?! So you're the one who wants to destroy the cultivation world and cause all things to wither?! So you're the one who uses the flesh and blood of all living beings as sustenance and is still smug about it?! So you're the one who's heartless, betraying humanity and still feeling smug about it?!

Lu Wensheng showed no mercy, letting Shi Yubai know what the iron fist of justice was.

The sword energy poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens, and the fist wind was like a chaotic divine mountain pressing down. Each strike contained the terrifying power to shatter stars and reshape earth, fire, water, and wind, and it struck Shi Yubai's enormous demonic body solidly.

“Boom! Bang! Snap—!”

Shi Yubai's seemingly indestructible demon lord body, which was composed of countless evil spirits, was as fragile as paper and clay in the face of an absolute power difference.

He was beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back. His huge body was like a tattered sandbag, being repeatedly bombarded and whipped in the air and among the mountains. He rolled and tumbled, smashing countless peaks and stirring up clouds of dust and rubble. It felt like watching a beef ball being made. Every punch was made with the care of a craftsman.

Demonic blood sprayed like a waterfall, staining a large part of the sky black; shattered bone spikes and scales flew in all directions like hail; countless compound eyes burst one after another in terror and pain, making a teeth-grinding "poof poof" sound.

The wails and roars were mixed together, but they did nothing to stop the brutal beating that was like a sudden storm.

Fu Guang Sword was also extremely excited at this moment. Its blade hummed incessantly, and its clear light flowed like surging moonlight. Its spiritual consciousness was filled with a passionate, long, and difficult shout: "Mother! Look, everyone! I've made it big! I've chopped the Demon Lord into mincemeat! I've chopped the legendary Demon Lord Shi Yubai, who could destroy the heavens and the earth, overturn the cultivation world, and bring eternal night to all things, into mincemeat!"

At the edge of the battlefield, all the cultivators were already dumbfounded and retreated hundreds of feet, fearing that they would be affected by the terrifying aftershocks of the battle.

Even the surviving demons huddled silently in more distant corners, trembling, wishing they could bury themselves in the ground, lest the killing god, in his killing spree, wipe them out as well.

At this moment, Shi Yubai had long lost his majesty as a demon lord. His demonic body was torn to pieces by the violent power, his demonic energy dissipated, and his aura was extremely weak.

With that kind of appearance, let alone at the market where it costs two cents a pound, even if it were given away for free, probably no one would dare to take it, because they would find it filthy and unlucky.

At this moment, Lu Wensheng was like a madman. His clothes were flying and his murderous aura was soaring. His fierce and unparalleled attack and his crushing rage made people think that he was the world-destroying demon if they did not know his identity.

On the distant mountaintop, Tang He breathed a sigh of relief, but as he looked down at the one-sided, horrific "battlefield," he couldn't help but imagine the "miserable" scene he would face in the sect in the future, and he couldn't help but wail.

"With Senior Brother Lu's cultivation level, wouldn't he truly be able to hear in all directions and see in all directions, with his divine sense covering tens of thousands of miles in an instant? Once he returns to the sect, will we still have the chance to slack off on our studies and find excuses to be lazy? He'll probably grade our assignments at lightning speed, giving him plenty of time to keep an eye on our cultivation. Do you all think I'll still be able to find a suitable excuse in the future?"

The sound was so poignant that those who heard it couldn't help but want to laugh.

Wu Feipeng glanced at him expressionlessly, remained silent for a long time, and then squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "...As expected of you, Senior Brother Tang." At a time like this, he can still worry about such "important matters."

Yan Qingshu facepalmed, both amused and exasperated: "...666, there's even an interactive segment here?"

"You idiot... you just let him beat you up like that?" A cold, twisted thought, as if squeezed out from the cracks of the netherworld, resounded in the depths of Shi Yubai's already chaotic and shattered sea of ​​consciousness, carrying undisguised contempt and anxiety.

"Shut up! Aren't you so capable? Then kill Lu Wensheng!" Another consciousness, belonging to Shi Yubai's true self but sharpened by extreme anger and fear, retaliated wildly, like the final roar of a trapped beast.

Two consciousnesses that should have merged, but were now separated again due to their impending doom, fiercely attacked and blamed each other within the crumbling body of the Demon Lord, desperately trying to find a sliver of hope for escape, but it was all in vain, only hastening their final demise.

Lu Wensheng narrowed his deep, cold eyes, staring at Shi Yubai, who was lying prostrate on the ground, his massive demonic body broken and uttering incomprehensible hisses. His heart was unmoved, only cold and clear, as if he could see through the illusion.

I don't understand what's gotten into this guy this time.

If I can't understand it, then I won't try to understand it.

Then, the sword light rose again, its clear radiance like a ribbon, and once again cleanly and decisively cleaved and shattered the barely pieced-together body of the Demon Lord, as precise and indifferent as a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

While repeatedly cutting and crushing such filth might vent his anger and seem like something he could savor for a hundred years without getting tired of it, as the leader of the righteous path, bearing the hopes of the people, how could he indulge in such selfish desires? Ultimately, he needed to prioritize the greater good and find a way to completely eradicate the scourge.

It's a pity that the Demon-Sealing Array, into which countless efforts were poured, was destroyed by the previous violent attack of the Demon Lord. Otherwise, if it could be resealed and kept for future reference, it would be a good use of the array and allow it to make a small contribution to this calamity for all living beings.

Shi Yubai's actions can be considered as "shining brightly" for the masses.

In a flash, Lu Wensheng transmitted a clear thought to the system in his mind: "Go ask the Divine Sword if there is any way to completely resolve the current situation with Yu Bai? Is this even possible?"

Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!

The system's response carried a hint of eager anticipation, as if it had received unparalleled glory.

With a great sense of mission, it tapped the ancient and unadorned "Huangji" divine sword, which had been feigning death all along, like an invisible stream of light.

The divine sword, which had almost thought that its appearance was merely a formality and a background decoration, suddenly felt a slight movement of its spiritual sense and breathed a sigh of relief. It then put on a dignified posture and sent out its thoughts, carrying a hint of coldness as if it had been disturbed: "What do you want to ask?"

【Hey, old man, hand over your Burning Technique!】

The system's intentions were simple and direct, carrying an undeniable air of "arrogance."

"???" The divine sword's spiritual sense clearly paused for a moment.

Divine Sword: Did it just hear some incomprehensible nonsense?

The divine sword remained unsolved, then spoke.

"Get out of here."

No, no! If you won't tell me, I'll keep pestering you! Day and night, year after year, without end! I will always 'watch' you! Forever!

The system immediately unleashed its signature tantrum, transforming the thought into countless recurring sound waves, like a demonic chant, circulating and vibrating around the divine sword in a 360-degree, all-encompassing manner.

The divine sword, long accustomed to eternal silence, had never been disturbed by such a rogue trick before. It felt as if thousands of squawking, hairy beasts had suddenly invaded the tranquil depths of its consciousness, making the sword furious.