I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night
Chapter 687 - 400: One Punch Subdues the Nine Netherworld! One Strike Breaks the Inner Realm!

Chapter 687: Chapter 400: One Punch Subdues the Nine Netherworld! One Strike Breaks the Inner Realm!

The atmosphere was utterly silent.

The deputy general of Prince Zhen Nan and the surviving elite soldiers, numbering no more than a few dozen, all felt their hearts surge with emotion.

Eleven Great Demons, six Demon Kings.

In but a fleeting moment, their corpses lay scattered across the ground!

Is this the power of the Human Race Saint Master?

Among these six Demon Kings were beings no weaker than the Creation Peak!

Even Prince Zhen Nan, armed with three Old God’s Magical Objects, would not have the confidence to defeat six Demon Kings working together!

These soldiers had long been preparing, ready to rally the military formation and cover the Saint Master’s retreat, if necessary.

But the expected fierce battle never unfolded.

The outcome had already been decided!

"Impossible..."

The Martial Saint’s disciple’s eyes were filled with a crimson frenzy as he roared: "The intelligence claimed you were a brute incapable of cultivating a Primordial Spirit! A fool who stumbled blindly into the Creation Realm from the Qi Refining Realm!"

"Even achieving Creation Realm from Qi Refining is a wild stroke of good fortune attributed to the blessings of the Ancient Immortal!"

"A Qi Refining cultivator reaching Creation could never rival a single Demon King!"

"The White Deer Demon King is practically a God Lord at the Creation Peak level!"

"Even if you were at Creation Peak, you could never slaughter six Demon Kings or annihilate eleven Great Demons!"

"It must be fake! You’re barely twenty years old!"

"My master is a peerless genius whose name shakes the Holy Alliance. Even at the age of two hundred, he was only at Creation Peak cultivation, matching a White Deer Demon King in strength! Six Demon Kings... Even my master, at two hundred, would be doomed in such a fight!"

"Even if my master, wielding the power of a Human Martial Saint, descended bodily upon this battlefield today, he would approach this situation with caution!"

"It’s fake... Hahaha... Everything is fake..."

Laughing crazily, the Martial Saint’s disciple lay on the ground, gazing at his hands, which had been corroded by Yin Yang Qi, and laughed maniacally: "I understand now... You cultivate Illusions! In the South Mountain Sacred Land, there exists such a divine skill to foster Illusions—is this your ultimate trick? Yet fake is always fake!"

Suddenly, he leapt up, raising his rotting hand, and hurled it toward Lin Yan.

Mana surged, divine power roared!

Yin Yang Qi had eroded his palms and lower arms.

At the elbow, blood and pus had dried and decayed!

But he believed that all of this was fake!

Only an Illusion!

In his mind, he could still feel his hands attached!

With a single thought, his mana condensed, transforming into a Divine Body at the Refining God Realm!

His eyes sharpened, and he immediately "clenched his palm into a fist," aiming a devastating blow at the figure ahead!

This punch carried the force to shatter the Nine Netherworld itself!

"Saint Master! Take this punch of mine!"

"..."

Lin Yan’s expression remained serene as he maintained his majestic six-zhang Golden Body, completely unmoving, letting the attack come his way.

The Martial Saint’s disciple rose with a leap, relying on his corroded limb to strike at Lin Yan’s knee!

Blood-drenched remnants of his fractured elbow slammed into Lin Yan’s resplendent golden kneecap!

With a deafening boom!

The Martial Saint’s disciple’s elbow, along with the point of contact on Lin Yan’s knee, burst apart in a shower of blood, flesh, and bone.

From elbow to arm, every inch that collided was pulverized, the flesh decaying and bones shattering.

It looked as if he were nothing more than a mass of rotten meat!

Until his entire shoulder crashed against Lin Yan’s knee.

"Ah!!!"

—

"Dammit!"

Prince Zhen Nan sprinted madly.

The divine glow of his boots blazed fiercely underfoot.

At last, as he neared the spot marked by three Guiding Jades, he heard a bone-chilling howl of unparalleled agony!

Though it was a scream, mana swelled within its resonance, carrying the imposing presence of a Primordial Spirit!

Among the hundred elite soldiers assigned to escort the Saint Master, only his deputy general possessed cultivation at the Refining God Realm!

This was an unfamiliar voice!

Has the Saint Master met his end?

A sinking dread gripped Prince Zhen Nan’s heart.

He clenched his long blade and strode forward.

Before him, the corpses of six Demon Kings and eleven Great Demons lay strewn across the ground.

Next to the wreckage of the World Crossing Treasure Ship stood about thirty soldiers of the Human Clan and a White Ape.

But in the center, a six-zhang golden figure stood, turning its gaze toward him.

In an instant!

Prince Zhen Nan felt his entire body go cold.

The divine glow of his boots shimmered, the long blade clenched tightly in his grip.

Around him, his armor began to radiate as its runes pulsed.

In that fleeting moment, he summoned his mana in full.

"You are the master he spoke of?"

Lin Yan’s icy gaze rested on the figure’s tense stance, and his brow lifted.

This man exuded the aura of Creation Peak!

The blade in his hand, the armor on his body, the boots on his feet—all radiated divine power!

These were Old God’s Magical Objects!

Divine Blade to kill enemies!

Divine Armor to shield against harm!

Divine Boots for maneuvering, finding opportunities in battle—or escaping.

"An arsenal balanced between offense, defense, and retreat. The Old God’s Magical Objects on you are well-rounded indeed."

Lin Yan’s brow arched as he remarked, "Even against a Saint Master, you could hold your own! No wonder he spoke of you bearing the might of a Human Martial Saint..."

In the next moment, lotus flowers bloomed beneath Lin Yan’s feet.

The ethereal projection of a lotus emerged.

He closed the distance!

A blade descended in one swing!

"Saint Master, wait!"

Prince Zhen Nan retreated instantly as the divine glow of his boots erupted.

With a sudden realization, he shouted loudly: "I am Prince Zhen Nan of the Holy Alliance!"

The blade halted abruptly!

Lin Yan’s mind shifted, and he deployed True Words of Soldier Divine Power!

The blade light dispersed swiftly, sealing Prince Zhen Nan’s avenues of retreat.

At this moment, the dozens of elite soldiers finally comprehended the situation.

The deputy general at the Refining God Realm quickly struggled to his feet, shouting: "Saint Master, he is indeed our Prince!"

"..."

Lin Yan, hearing this, gave Prince Zhen Nan a deep look before finally sheathing his blade.

With a single thought, he dismissed the True Words of Soldier Divine Power, and the blade light sealing Prince Zhen Nan’s escape vanished instantly.

"What kind of technique is this?"

Prince Zhen Nan’s face shifted slightly, his heart filled with shock.

The intelligence he had gathered on the Human Race Saint Master was exhaustive.

A Qi Refining cultivator achieving Creation, and more recently, ascending to a Primordial Spirit—roughly equivalent to a fledgling Creation-level God Lord.