Sword Aura to the Heavens
Chapter 97 - 96: The Great Battle

Chapter 97: Chapter 96: The Great Battle

At the gates of Chuzhou City, demons rampaged, relentlessly killing their way into the city. The scene was unbearably tragic.

At this moment, the Chuzhou Demon Suppression Army charged forward. Alongside them were members of the Demon Slayer Bureau, as well as cultivators who had rushed in from other regions. They joined the battle without hesitation.

However, even so, they were unable to stop the onslaught of demons.

This time, the demons acted collectively, attacking the city from within. If their rampage was allowed to continue, just one night would bring Chuzhou City to complete ruin, reducing it to a land of desolation and death.

On the streets, a woman held her infant tightly, fleeing desperately. Her husband stood behind her, gripping a knife. He shouted, "Run, quickly!"

A wolf demon sprang toward the man. With a sickening squelch, blood sprayed everywhere, and his head was torn apart.

Tears streamed down the fleeing woman’s face as the cries of her child echoed from her arms.

They had struggled for years to establish themselves in the city. Why had they fallen victim to this chaos of demons?

A rumbling sound came from behind. The woman knew she was doomed. She collapsed to the ground, using her elbows to brace herself as she tucked the infant beneath her belly. Closing her eyes, she resigned herself to death, hoping only that someone might arrive in time to save her child.

A shadow loomed over her as a demon leaped into the air.

At that moment—

From the sky, a beam of silver light descended, radiating an unfathomably sharp aura.

With a sharp squelching sound, the airborne demon plummeted, pinned to the ground, lifeless.

This was not an isolated phenomenon. Across the heavens, beams of light rained down from various directions. The air was filled with constant thuds, horrifying shrieks of pain, and wails from the slain demons.

The cultivators, who had been locked in combat, raised their heads toward the sky. An overwhelming Sword Intent shrouded the entire area. High above in the sky, under the illumination of radiant sword light, a sword cultivator in white robes approached, riding his sword. He gazed down at the demons below with an imposing presence, like a Sword Immortal descending upon the world.

The fleeing refugees abruptly stopped in their tracks, collectively raising their heads. Their eyes fixed on this unparalleled figure.

"Li Mountain, Sword Cultivator."

For some reason, a thought simultaneously emerged within each of their minds. The moment they saw that figure, they thought of the Li Mountain Sword Cultivators.

Disciples from Li Mountain had come to Chuzhou City and were currently dealing with the Chen family.

Where there was demonic chaos, there would inevitably be a Great Sword Cultivator.

Who else could it possibly be, but someone from Li Mountain?

The Great Sword Cultivator from Li Mountain had already arrived in Chuzhou City long ago.

When demons emerged, the Li Mountain Sword Cultivator would also appear.

The sword cultivator waved his hand, and in an instant, countless streams of Sword Aura rained down, slaughtering the demons below.

The demons that had been frantically attacking merely moments ago now scrambled to flee, fleeing toward the outskirts of the city.

The extraordinary sight before them struck the hearts of the onlookers like a thunderclap. They stared at the figure suspended in midair, overwhelmed by a surge of sorrow.

The sword cultivators of Li Mountain, born to slay demons and eliminate evil.

And yet, this very Li Mountain had nearly been annihilated by the Court.

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Li Fan raised his head, his sharp gaze fixed on the demon before him.

It was a peng demon.

No wonder its speed was so terrifying.

The peng bird’s eyes were razor-sharp, its feathers glinting like lethal blades—each one resembling a dagger slicing through the darkness.

"Buzz!"

Its body, like a bolt of black lightning, vanished instantly from its original position, hurtling toward Song Kun.

At this moment, an immensely powerful aura arose from the dark street.

"Demonic beast, how dare you!"

A thunderous voice rang out, and from the shadows emerged a Condensed Core Realm cultivator. He stepped forward to stand in front of Song Kun, his body radiating golden light. Magical treasures revolved around him, transforming into a golden barrier, enveloping the two of them.

"Father," Song Kun called out. This elderly man was none other than the Song family patriarch, Song Kun’s father and the former head of the Song family.

"Let’s join forces and kill this demon," the elder said. Song Kun nodded, and the father-son duo attacked together, forcing the peng demon to retreat.

The peng demon stared at the two of them, its wings flaring out abruptly. A terrifying storm erupted in the night sky, ripping through rooftops below and sending debris flying.

A whirlwind arose, dragging countless cultivators below into the air, where they were shredded to pieces. Blood splattered in the sky, cascading like raindrops.

Countless dark golden streaks of light descended from the heavens, targeting both Song Kun and his father.

Transformed into black lightning, the peng demon moved at an unfathomable speed, too fast for the naked eye to track.

In the darkness, a piercing dark golden light slashed toward the Song family patriarch. With a sharp squelch, his defenses were shredded, and his body was flung backward with a muffled grunt.

"Father!" Song Kun cried out, his heart filled with dread.

This conflict with the Chen family had prompted the Song family to adopt a more defensive stance. Both father and son had come, along with Cui Lengzhou and various cultivators from Chuzhou City. Facing the Chen family, they had thought their forces were more than sufficient.

But they had never anticipated the emergence of a Great Demon.

"Mr. Peng, let me lend you a hand."

From afar, another demon entered the fray. This one had the appearance of an elderly human male, emaciated and skeletal as if his body had withered away. His arms turned into thin, sharp claws, striking fiercely toward the Song family patriarch.

Seeing this, Song Kun’s face turned ashen. In their brief exchanges, he had already realized that this peng demon’s strength far exceeded his own. It was likely a Peak Five Realms Great Demon, and it was a formidable peng demon at that—one of the deadliest kinds of demons. Even with his father’s help, they were struggling to hold their ground.

And now, only he remained.

"Song Kun, you dared to target the Chen family? You will all die for this!" Chen He, who was fighting against Cui Lengzhou, roared furiously. His voice carried intense rage. The fighting spirit emanating from him far surpassed that of Cui Mu, Cui Lengzhou’s opponent from the other day.

Backed into a corner, the Chen family, led by Chen He, had even resorted to exposing their collusion with demons in a desperate, life-or-death struggle. They intended to eliminate everyone in their path.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, various fights broke out. Cultivators aligned with the Chen family clashed violently with those from the Cui and Song families.

Upon witnessing the arrival of two Five Realms demons, the onlookers in Chuzhou City dared not intervene. They retreated far away, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.

The peng demon’s strength was overwhelming.

In all of Chuzhou City, it seemed there was no one capable of challenging it.

No one had expected the Chen family to truly collude with demons—and not just any demon, but a Demon King-level entity.

This time, the Cui and Song families appeared to be doomed.

As for the Li Mountain disciple, if the Great Sword Cultivator of Li Mountain wasn’t around, he too seemed destined for a tragic end.

Li Fan saw a figure walking toward him in the distance. That figure turned out to be none other than someone he knew well, Chen Yan of the Chen family.

The arrogance and elegance Chen Yan had displayed back in Lin’an County were nowhere to be seen. His gaze toward Li Fan brimmed with hatred and an overwhelming killing intent.

"Where’s your Sword Intent now?" Chen Yan asked Li Fan.

Back in Lin’an County, Li Fan’s Sword Intent had deterred him multiple times.

But today, he was determined to kill his opponent.

A Li Mountain Sword Cultivator?

Today, he would kill one.

Li Fan’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Chen Yan, his own killing intent blazing intensely. Sword Intent flowed around him, and the sword at the center of his back unsheathed, coming to rest in his grasp.

Chen Yan glanced at the three swords on Li Fan’s back.

"What is this gimmick?"

"Since returning to Li Mountain from Lin’an County, you’ve started carrying swords around on your back?"

"So, the Cui family has teamed up with you, huh? That Li Hongyi is rather impressive," Chen Yan remarked as he scanned the battlefield. "But today, they’ll all die with you—just like Li Hongyi’s father."

"It was you?" Li Fan took a step forward, his Sword Intent erupting like a storm.

"Who else did you think it was?" Chen Yan mocked. "He was overconfident, attempting to slay demons and eliminate evil? He was just an Innate Realm martial artist without even a Martial Spirit. What gave him the audacity to fight demons? Do you know how vast and perilous this world is? What do they have to slay demons with?"

"Your Li Mountain is no different. Didn’t the Li Mountain Sword Leader fall to the hands of demons back then? Today, you’ll meet the same fate."

As Chen Yan finished speaking, his mana surged violently. With a wave of his hand, a massive, earthen-yellow handprint materialized in the air, crashing down toward Li Fan.

Chen Yan maintained a certain distance from Li Fan, wary of the Sword Intent emanating from him. He dared not act recklessly.

That Sword Intent belonged to Wen Ruyu.

Li Fan gripped his sword tightly. Sword Intent coursed through it, enveloping his body. His Sword Intent spiked suddenly, as though the sword in his hand possessed a life of its own.

This sword was bestowed upon him by his grandmaster. After receiving it, Li Fan had asked the Old Blind Man to name it. The Old Blind Man, reflecting on the life of his master, felt unworthy of naming such a blade and instead asked his disciple, Mu Changqing.

Ultimately, Li Fan’s second senior brother, Mu Changqing, named the sword "Skywalker."

"As heaven walks, so does the Skywalker Sword!"

Noble men persevere.

The name was met with great approval by the Old Blind Man.

"A magical treasure." Chen Yan’s eyes locked onto the sword in Li Fan’s hand. "You returned to Li Mountain only to find a magical treasure like that."

"Chen Yan, today will be your death."

In an instant, Li Fan entered the Realm of Sword Dao Celestial. With his sword raised high, a beam of sword light sliced through the darkness, obliterating the massive, earthen-yellow handprint descending upon him.

Li Fan moved like the wind, his sword following his movements seamlessly.

"Die? Me?" Chen Yan sneered as he fixed his gaze on Li Fan. Like Li Fan, his killing intent burned fiercely, and his mana erupted. A terrifying pressure of the Foundation Establishment Realm burst forth, enveloped in earthen-yellow light.

"Even as a Li Mountain disciple, you’re just a mere Soul Emergence Realm cultivator. Without that Sword Intent of yours, what gives you the right to challenge me?" Chen Yan roared as he lunged forward, pressing his hand toward Li Fan. His overwhelming mana materialized into an oversized, earth-colored handprint, resembling a giant’s hand, which crashed down, threatening to obliterate Li Fan.

Li Fan’s brow furrowed as his Sword Intent intensified. Streaks of lightning and wind surged, dancing across the Skywalker Sword. Lightning crackled on the blade, paired with the wind, amplifying its destructive capabilities. He slashed toward the massive handprint.

Sword shadows split the sky, tearing the handprint asunder. Chen Yan’s expression darkened as he stared at the scene in front of him.

Li Fan was not just a sword cultivator; he also wielded multi-attribute powers, including formidable mana waves. Furthermore, he was a martial cultivator.

Li Fan advanced with his sword in hand. His Sword Aura grew increasingly potent. The Sword Intent of his "Skywalker" blade merged with his own Sword Intent, forming a sharp vortex around him. The wind it generated carried a devastatingly strong tearing force.

Feeling the power of that Sword Intent, Chen Yan’s body involuntarily retreated. He instinctively kept his distance from Li Fan, unwilling to approach.

"For a Foundation Establishment cultivator, you’re quite skilled at running," Li Fan ridiculed. "I saw it back in Lin’an County. You’re mortally afraid of death. The moment you sense danger, you disappear without a trace."

Back when his junior brother arrived in Lin’an County, the crowd had already dispersed, and Chen Yan had hidden away, narrowly escaping with his life.

But today—there would be no escape!

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