Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 433 - 430: In Action

Chapter 433: Chapter 430: In Action

The deepest part of the Jing Gate’s formation space.

One side’s Ghost Realm [Hell’s Eighteen Scenes] and the other side’s Deceitful Realm [Molten Lava Lake] clashed violently, quickly turning the area into a giant steamer.

If a mortal were to enter here, they would perish agonizingly in an instant.

The [Eighteen Mud Plough Ghost King]’s arms were broken in seven or eight places, the wounds charred, with the powers of the Deceitful Realm and Ghost Realm stuck to each other, making it hard to tell the victor from the vanquished.

Even with the constant replenishment of power from the formations, the [Two-Faced Shaman] had shrunk by several sizes.

Defeat was evident!

Back then, Old Master Wang had the experience of controlling the Martial Saint Level Military Aura with [King Jialouluo], fighting head-on with another Martial Saint, and slaying him on the spot.

When the difference in realms was not significant.

Even without using any Daoist Skill, Power, or Military Skill beyond the character setting of "Song Bingyi", he quickly secured the victory.

He punched the [Two-Faced Shaman], making it tumble head over heels into the Molten Lava Lake.

Wang Yuan stood atop the head of the Eighteen Mud Plough Ghost King, his posture as erect as a spear; his Taoist Robe billowing, and he held high the [Abyssal Ghost King Banner] in his hands.

The Ghost King, following his movement, reached out and grabbed a towering white jade column-like Fangtian Halberd from the steam-filled air.

"Beiyin Golden Palace, Emperor Xuanming, grant me the power to vanquish the Ghost Essence. Six Heavenly Demon Kings, command the Divine Weapons!

Knives, spears, armor, and blades, drawn from the mist. To those evil ghosts and demons, be they monsters or spirits. Dragged to the gloomy city, exterminated to death without form. Hurry, hurry as the Decree commands!

Suppress the demons!"

With each line Wang Yuan recited, a Beiyin Ghost God that was both ferocious and divine appeared behind him.

They towered between Heaven and Earth, their aura mighty and fierce.

Finally, he and all the Ghost Gods shouted "Suppress the demons" in unison, like a thunderclap exploding, shaking the entire formation space with its reverberating hum.

At the same time, a blood-red Talisman Seal, filled with killing intent, was jointly stamped onto the blade of the Fangtian Halberd by the ethereal silhouettes of those Ghost Gods.

— The Beiyin Demon Suppressing Spell!

In an instant.

Not only did the [Two-Faced Shaman] across from him pause slightly, but the four people behind Wang Yuan also suddenly felt a chill down their spine.

As if a lapse in attention would see them slashed to death on the spot by this Demon Suppression Seal.

After all, including "Song Bingyi", every single person here was a heretic.

Previously, when Wang Yuan was playing a supporting role, he kept a low profile.

But now that he stood out in the open, shouting "Suppress the demons," he exuded an imposing aura that even seemed to carry the majesty of Heaven.

Those who didn’t know better might think he was representing the Righteous Path executing the punishment of Heaven.

While trying hard to help Wang Yuan stabilize the [Fengdu Iron Enclosure], the four couldn’t help but stare intensely at his back, their minds filled with doubts and wonder.

"Although our Taoist Inheritance Artifact records numerous Demon Extermination Magic, many of which are excerpted from the Heavenly Department Dao Skill.

Yet, how many years has it been since any Disciples have used this [Beiyin Demon Suppressing Spell] dedicated to exterminating evil demons? The righteous energy required to eradicate demons and spirits is so powerful that even the usual Righteous Path, let alone the Imperial Dragon Guard, would feel ashamed.

Without tens of thousands of Yin Morality, one simply cannot exude such a resounding, justified aura.

Junior Brother Song (Senior Brother) he..."

The four fellow disciples exchanged a knowing glance, clearly sensing the difference between "Song Bingyi" and themselves.

The next moment.

"Junior Brother Song (Senior Brother) he... poor thing!"

All four shifted their gaze towards Song Bingyi, offering him endless sympathy.

They had thought their own suffering was already enough.

The Debt they had accumulated over decades or centuries was mostly dissolved in just half a year, under the guidance of the twenty-four sacred words, which showed how successful their transformation had been.

What they did not expect was that there was a fellow disciple among them who had been transformed even more thoroughly.

And who was even more unfortunate?!

For some reason, after feeling a little pity, they suddenly felt their legs were no longer sore, their backs no longer hurt, and their spirits lifted.

The various hardships they had endured all seemed insignificant now.

They even felt a small sense of schadenfreude.

They found "Junior Brother Song" pleasing to the eye no matter how they looked at him, and they wished they could spend every day with him.

This was probably what psychological compensation was all about.

Happiness does not come from how much one has already obtained but from how much more one has than others.

Wang Yuan paid no attention to the complex emotions of the people behind him; the Fangtian Halberd in his hand thundered through the air.

With the boost from the [Beiyin Demon Suppressing Spell], the gleaming halberd light was unstoppable.

Clang—!

After severing the four flaming swords the [Two-Faced Shaman] had held above his head, the Halberd split the demon representing the volcanic disaster in half in an instant.

Without surprise, the [Underground Master], hold and indifferent, devoured the Weird cleanly and thoroughly.

Bright light flashed explosively, and Wang Yuan urged the eighteen mud plow Ghost Kings to tread across the molten lava lake with fierce flames beneath, shattering the Array Eye of Jing Gate with a single stomp.

The [Taishan Prefecture Lord Ritual] immediately collapsed at one corner.

This also allowed Wang Yuan and his companions to see the true Cangmu Mountain.

Just a short three days after the initial images received from Old Black, the mountain body of Cangmu Mountain seemed to have become a piece of rotting flesh.

The land was a patchwork of red and black, mottled, and ugly.

The Ghost King’s feet stepped onto it, and the feeling of stickiness like rotten mud was particularly uncomfortable.

Moving his feet away, the deep footprints still contained a suspicious red liquid, which was pungent and nauseating to smell.

The Five Organs Temple broke the formation not too early or too late; before them, two other armies in charge of assaulting the Three Auspicious Gates had already arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Even without encountering the power of a [Divine Transformation] realm, the casualties seemed significant.

After regrouping, they did not rush to attack but all stood in front of a noticeably denser cloud of black and red evil auras, waiting for subsequent reinforcements.

Wang Yuan looked at the blurry outlines of the buildings with the knowledge that hidden among them was a terrifying, Wang Yuan was looking at the buildings, which flickered in and out of visibility, knowing that within them hid a terrifyingly powerful trump card that could rival the Green Seal.

An even more tragic great decisive battle lay ahead.

But that wasn’t his primary concern.

"Old Black has been out of touch; no idea if that damned dog has succeeded or not?

After a big battle, if the research data accumulated over a thousand or two years is destroyed entirely, that would truly be heartbreaking.

If the mission fails, we’ll have dog stew when we get back!"

At this time, as Boss Wang’s most loyal lapdog, Old Black was certainly not idle.

Taking advantage of the time when others were preparing for the big battle and the internal defenses were weak, it finally found an opportunity.

"Senior Brother, are all the various human experiment data amassed by the sect stored here?"

Two dogs sneakily emerged from a mist, winding their way to the outside of a palace engraved with talismans and integrated with the Mountain Protection Array.

Old Black double-checked with the "Dog-Man" Senior Brother by its side.

But the demon with a dog’s head on its neck and a human head on its rear couldn’t help but give Old Black an exasperated glance, admonishing somewhat resentfully:

"Junior Brother, oh, Junior Brother, it was fine when you just joined and knew nothing.

In the future, within this ’Demon Master Dao’ of our Mountain Temple, if you continue to call people Senior Brother and Sister based on your assumptions, you’ll easily cause trouble, do you understand?

If you really can’t distinguish, you might as well call me Quanyang directly."

Hearing this, Old Black couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on.

It’s said that because the physical transformations performed by Demon Mages were too thorough and common, randomly changing gender or species was a very simple matter.

Over the years.

The "Demon Master Dao" had conducted over a dozen fierce debates, eventually discarding the old concept of physiological recognition, resulting in 97 genders and self-identities.

Other than the perfectly normal male and female, it included categories such as: unconventional gender, intersex, pan-gender, transgender, trans-species...

In short, there was nothing the mortals couldn’t imagine that they couldn’t achieve.

As for this "Dog-Man’s" self-identity, it was neither fully human nor fully dog, so calling him Senior Brother was definitely incorrect.

But considering the generous bribe, Quanyang lightly let it go and seriously pointed out to Old Black:

"The essence of all the Taoist Skills in our Tao Lineage are in the Dragon Transformation Hall where the Taoist Master is in retreat. The core secrets are only recorded in the [Taoist Inheritance Artifact·Hundred-Patched Coat].

What’s stored here are some worthless trinkets, almost useless to us Magicians.

I really don’t understand your thinking, even if you consider running away and want to collect some valuables in advance, why would you pick up this junk?"

Old Black could only excuse itself with, "I couldn’t compete with the others for the good stuff," while urging Quanyang to hurry up and help.

"Quanyang, the Formations in all the halls are linked to the Mountain Protection Array, with a strength nearly that of the Green Seal.

How are we supposed to get in?"

The Dog-Man stopped the chatter, led Old Black around a corner of the palace, and pointing at a small hole in the wall with pride said:

"Heh, you see, the great array has a unique recognition system of the Demon Master Dao for identifying individuals coming and going.

It’s a difficult feat for others, but for those of us whose self-identity includes ’dog,’ it’s a piece of cake."

Presumably to facilitate the comings and goings of the watchdogs, there was conspicuously... a doggie door on the back wall of this great palace.

"Follow me!"

Quanyang then took the lead and squeezed through it.

Old Black suddenly understood why even the [Ziwei Dipper] specified by the old master had mentioned him; after all, being a dog was something he did best.

With such a unique defense system standing here, even if the [Emperor Bao Sheng] himself came looking for an opportunity, it would be of no avail.

No sooner had they crawled through the doggie door than a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from Cangmu Mountain.

The two ominous gates were also breached by the "Nine-faced Corpse God Dao" at the same time, and the allied forces, which also suffered no small casualties, aggressively pushed inwards.

The entire Cangmu Mountain suddenly came to life, trembling violently.

An overwhelming aura of the Green Seal Sage surged skyward.

The decisive battle had officially begun.