I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World
Chapter 397 - 397 The Real Black Mountain Demon

"It's the Black Mountain Demon!" Han Zheng heard Yan Xuankong's voice suddenly echo in his mind.

"Kid, it seems we are a step too late. What I didn't expect is that the Black Mountain Demon had already started setting everything up in the Great Compassion Temple; the Earth Spirit Power has been seized by him and he is probably reshaping his Demon Body now!

Such level of Demons is beyond what Southern Mountain is capable of resisting now. Even if I were revived, or even if the Five Families and Seven Sects of Southern Mountain put aside their reservations and fought desperately together, they wouldn't be able to defeat the opponent.

Find a chance to escape."

Yan Xuankong also wanted to save Southern Mountain, but they had already done their utmost.

From uncovering the traces left by the Bai Family to tracking down to Gale Valley, slaying Luo Daoren, and then helping the Great Compassion Temple catch the traitor.

As a Dan Sea Realm Garrison Captain, Han Zheng had almost done everything that needed to be done.

With the Black Mountain Demon having already gathered the Four Spirits Power and capable of reshaping his Demon Body, it was a crushing force on the level of absolute power, beyond what the current Han Zheng could control.

Although Han Zheng also wanted to save Southern Mountain, he would not choose to throw his life away.

Even if in the future he cultivated to the Yang God Realm and then came back to kill the Black Mountain Demon for revenge, it would be better than throwing his life away now.

Han Zheng took a slight step back and moved behind Fa Ming and the others.

At this moment, accompanied by the thick Demon Energy descending, a slightly transparent figure slowly walked out of the cave.

The figure wore a black armor, tall and slender, with a face as fine as jade, intricately delicate as if crafted by the world's top artisan, exuding an androgynous beauty.

Han Zheng, in disbelief, asked Yan Xuankong, "Is this the Black Mountain Demon?"

Ever since Han Zheng had joined the Demon Cleansing Bureau, he had heard the legend of the Black Mountain Demon.

In his impression, the Black Mountain Demon was supposed to be a sinister, evil-looking, and scheming character.

Thus, something even more bizarre than Luo Daoren using the Blood Flesh Sovereignty wouldn't have surprised Han Zheng, but this androgynous, beautiful figure truly did.

Yan Xuankong spoke in a deep voice, "No mistaking it, that's the Black Mountain Demon. To be precise, this should be the transformation of his Primordial Spirit. His main body is probably still transforming.

Do you think the Black Mountain Demon shouldn't look like this and should be an ugly, fierce old demon?

Kid, you are being naive.

The Black Mountain Demon excels in manipulating the human heart. If he looked as fierce and repulsive, triggering disgust and cautiousness at a glance, who could he truly bewitch?

Only with such an appearance can he subconsciously make people let their guard down."

Han Zheng nodded, realizing he had indeed been presumptuous.

In some myths, the beautifully mesmerizing ones are the demons, and the ugly and fierce ones are angels.

At this moment, facing the Black Mountain Demon, Pu Du, the Buddhist monk, looked neither sad nor angry, just clasped his hands together, and sighed, "I am compassionate, but I am not soft-hearted.

Fa Ping strayed off the path. It would have been possible for him to turn back if discovered earlier, but sadly he himself did not wish to turn back.

Black Mountain Demon, you manipulate the desires in people's hearts, yet you do not realize that you too are controlled by desires.

Originally a mere rock, you have no attachment to blood food, yet your greed is extreme, wanting to transform your fate and bring about a new life, for which you have twice instigated dreadful demon chaos in Southern Mountain.

In this catastrophe, not only numerous members of the Human Clan have died, but your Demon Clan too suffered heavily.

Can you bear all these consequences?"

The Black Mountain Demon laughed aloud, his laughter surprisingly crisp and pleasant to hear.

"Old Monk Pu Du, I think all your reading of Buddhist scriptures has addled your brain.

The Martial Artists of the Human Clan, for their future in Martial Arts, can also be ruthless. What's wrong with me wanting to change my fate?

Just because I was born a rock, must I remain a rock forever?

From the day I was born, I never accepted my fate!

You call me greedy? Then this greed is engraved in my bones!"

The old monk Pu Du clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra, "Amitabha, although my abilities are limited, I too do not accept my fate.

Sixty years ago, your plans did not succeed, and it will be the same now."

The Black Mountain Demon shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, "Old Monk Pu Du, you can't stop me.

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"If Chen Baxian were here, I might have stepped back a bit,"

"Unfortunately, he won't be coming back. The Smell Fragrance Sect is quite trustworthy. After receiving benefits, they'll ensure that Chen Baxian is dragged to death on Huainan Road."

"None from the Five Families and Seven Sects of Southern Mountain can stop me, including you, old monk."

"Not being able to stop someone is one thing, whether one is willing to make a move to stop them is another."

Master Pu Du clasped his hands together, his body surrounded by a fierce Buddha Light radiating brilliantly.

His face, filled with sorrow, suddenly lifted, his eyes sharp as lightning, his expression firm—not a face of sorrow, but rather like the Vajra's Angry Eyes!

With one palm strike, the Buddha Light soared into the sky, shaking the entire Bottomless Cave!

Infinite Compassionate Palm!

The surrounding caverns shattered inch by inch, huge chunks of mountain rock fell, as if an earthquake had shattered the heavens.

The crowd hastily escaped the caves and upon looking around, realized they were actually at the rear mountain of the Great Compassion Temple.

Fa Ming and the others had completely despaired; the entire Great Compassion Temple was hollowed out by the Black Mountain Demon without their notice!

Meanwhile, Han Zheng stared unwaveringly at the fight between Master Pu Du and the Black Mountain Demon.

This was the first time Han Zheng had seen a Great Grandmaster of the Yang God Realm in action—his presence was like shaking the heavens and the earth.

The biggest difference between the Yang God Realm and the True Pill Realm was the initial ability to touch the power of Heaven and Earth.

Even the strongest in the True Pill Realm drew their strength from the True Yuan within their own Dan Sea.

But upon reaching the Yang God Realm, the Primordial Spirit connected with Heaven and Earth, refining the Yang God, freeing itself from physical constraints, the Yang God itself could passively utilize a part of Heaven and Earth Power.

Though the Yang God Realm could only control a small part of the Heaven and Earth Power, its might was still incredibly formidable.

However, the intensity of these two Yang God Realm powerhouses clashing was too terrifying. Being too close could easily lead to accidental injuries, so Han Zheng quickly backed away.

The monks of the Great Compassion Temple also promptly withdrew from the battle.

The clash between Yang God Realm powerhouses was not something they could interfere with.

Although the Black Mountain Demon only had its Primordial Spirit at this moment, it had been dormant for sixty years, not just to reshape its Demon Body, but also its strength was far stronger than before.

With a flick of the Seal Technique, the Black Mountain Demon burst into laughter. Surrounding dirt and rocks shattered, then reassembled mid-air by a powerful demonic force into massive fists, continuously hammering towards Master Pu Du.

Each fist was a hundred feet in size, like small mountains crushing down.

Master Pu Du chanted Buddhist scriptures, his body radiating intense Buddha Light, and divine sounds descended.

Like the great sun arriving, the Buddha Light shattered those fists one by one, countless broken stones fell like a meteor shower.

"Rise!"

The Black Mountain Demon roared powerfully, his hands violently reaching down into the earth.

In the next moment, he had dragged out a mountain hundreds of feet tall from underground, smashing it straight down onto Master Pu Du's head!

This time it wasn't just a small mountain but a true giant mountain, crashing down with an incredible, culminating force.

A grave look appeared on Master Pu Du's face.

Boundless, intense Buddha Light condensed behind him into the silhouette of a Buddha, as if connecting Heaven and Earth.

The Buddha's silhouette seemed to split open the skies, holding the giant mountain mid-air.

The Buddha Light in front of Master Pu Du cracked inch by inch, his face turning pale as he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

But the moment the blood left his body, it fiercely ignited, turning into extremely pure Buddha Light flowing back into Master Pu Du.

With one pointed finger, like a Buddha plucking a flower, bearing a strange rhythm, he struck the giant mountain.

Accompanied by a strange vibration frequency, a penetrating hole was blasted through the mountain.

Then, cracks spread from the hole, growing larger and larger until the mountain suddenly collapsed.

Master Pu Du retreated, his face slightly paler.

In just a few moves, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

Han Zheng called out for Yan Xuankong and emotionlessly asked, "Is this the weakest of the Four Great Demon Kings of Southern Mountain you told me about?"