The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1021

Chapter 1021: Chapter 1018: New and Old Grudges Chapter 1021: Chapter 1018: New and Old Grudges Erlang Yang Jian led the great army in a frontal assault; demons that approached from their direction were the most numerous, and the distance between the two sides closed rapidly, looking as if they would collide any moment.

Yet, Erlang Yang Jian's feet suddenly burst into an expanse of golden light that rapidly spread out, forming a massive golden formation that encompassed everyone behind him.

“Earth Penetrating Golden Light!”

With a low shout from Erlang Yang Jian, the golden formation flared up, and everyone inside vanished without a trace. The next moment, they appeared out of thin air at the center of the demon army.

The surrounding demons, caught unprepared, were all taken aback.

“Stir the River and Flip The Sea!” Erlang Yang Jian was the first to charge into the demon army, his Three-pointed Two-edged Knife bursting with piercing white light as he swung it left and right.

Two hundred-foot-long bolts of white light cleaved through the air, slicing into the demon army like two ferocious, clawing white dragons.

Wherever they passed, all the demons were minced to mud, their souls scattering to the winds.

The two bolts of white light surged forward for several hundred feet, clearing two vast swaths of open ground before finally dissipating slowly.

The other heavenly soldiers and Buddhist disciples did the same, taking advantage of the moment of the demons' stupor to strike first. An array of magical treasures and secret techniques fell like rain into the ranks of the demon army, unleashing torrents of blood and gusts of blood-soaked wind.

In almost the blink of an eye, nearly ten thousand demons were slain.

The surrounding demon army soon reacted and converged from all directions.

“Don't bother with the demons around, charge towards Chang'an City with all your might!” Erlang Yang Jian's voice resonated in everyone's ears.

Taking the lead, he charged toward Chang'an City, his body radiating golden light and rapidly growing many times larger, transforming into a golden giant over thirty feet tall, his knife growing to a hundred feet long and casting countless illusory shadows.

As the demon army faced the gleaming knife shadows, their bodies instantly burst open, unable to see what kind of attack had struck them, and none could withstand even a fraction of it.

With Erlang Yang Jian at the forefront, the great army swiftly closed in on Chang'an City.

At that moment, a lightning-like cold gleam suddenly shot down from above, aiming straight for Erlang Yang Jian's neck.

With a flip of his Three-pointed Two-edged Knife, Erlang Yang Jian almost teleported to appear above his head, intercepting the cold gleam.

A thunderous roar exploded in mid air, shattering the void piece by piece, shaking the ground violently. Nearby demons and soldiers from the heavenly court were all blasted away, clearing an area of a hundred feet.

A tall figure emerged in mid air; it was the gloomy owl-like man from before, sent staggering backward from the shock.

Erlang Yang Jian also stumbled back two steps before steadying himself.

“Nine-Headed Insect! It's you!” He exclaimed coldly as he recognized the gloomy owl-like man.

That year, during the Pilgrimage to the West, he had assisted the Great Sage Equal to Heaven Sun Wukong at Bibo Pond in Sacrifice Country, to subdue a troublemaking demon, Nine-Headed Insect, who was none other than the man before him.

“Hmph! Long time no see, Erlang Yang Jian. Back then in Sacrifice Country, I greatly 'benefited' from your attentions!” A deep-seated hatred flickered in the eyes of the Nine-Headed Insect.

After that battle years ago, he had one of his heads bitten off, greatly diminishing his strength, and it took him decades to recover. Fortunately, he later attached himself to the Demon Clan and, with the help of the Demon Race Secret Technique, was able to regrow the head.

“Who would have thought we'd meet here? During the battle at Bibo Pond that year, in a moment of compassion I spared your life, and you've since become a traitor by joining the Demon Clan,” Erlang Yang Jian snorted coldly.

“The Heavenly Dao is cyclical, and the days of you immortals reigning supreme are long gone. With the great god Chiyou's emergence, the Demonic Path is on the rise–it's the trend of the times. You, Erlang Shen, do possess some skill. Why not kneel and surrender? Given our old acquaintance, I'll speak well of you before Lord Chiyou and get you a respectable position,” Nine-Headed Insect cackled weirdly, full of mockery.

“You demon, dare to discuss the Heavenly Dao? That year I let you escape with your life, but today you won't be so lucky! Die!” Yang Jian didn't bother with him and thrust out with his knife.

The blade gleamed like the Milky Way, stabbing towards the abdomen of the Nine-Headed Insect.

Swinging his crescent shovel, with a loud “clang,” the Nine-Headed Insect parried the strike.

Both parties had grievances already, engaging in fierce combat in close quarters. Neither showed mercy. Knife and shovel shadows flickered as the two fought, clashing for twenty or thirty exchanges in the blink of an eye, amazingly matched in skill.

With Yang Jian held back, the advancing momentum of the army behind him came to a halt. They now found themselves surrounded and under attack by numerous demons, hastily forming a circular formation to fend off the assaults.

In another confrontation, the Yuan Thunder Puhua Tianseng also faced a blockade from one man, the Yellow Robed Taoist.

“Yellow Dragon Immortal! What are you doing here?” Recognizing the Yellow Robed Taoist, Puhua Tianseng was taken aback.

The Yellow Dragon Immortal, a great power of the Teachings, stood among the likes of Taichi True Person and Guang Chengzi as one of the Twelve Golden Immortals in the Heavenly Court.

During the great War of Gods-Sealing, Puhua Tianseng had clashed with him; while the Yellow Dragon Daoist was a Golden Immortal of the Teachings, Puhua Tianseng was from the Jie Sect. He assisted the tyrant and met his end in the war of god-sealing.

Now, the positions of the two had completely reversed.

Without much talk, the Yellow Dragon Immortal waved his wide sleeves, and a massive yellow gust like a dragon's wrath howled forth, heading straight for Puhua Tianseng.

Puhua Tianseng flicked his long whip, and with a sizzling sound, thick silver-white lightning materialized out of thin air, interweaving into a storm of lightning that blocked the yellow gale.

The dazzling thunder light and yellow aura passed by, and the lightning storm and yellow wind nullified each other.

“Dragon Friend, you are a Golden Immortal respected by thousands; why would you join forces with demons here? Could it be that you're under the influence of the Demon Race Secret Technique and have lost control of your mind?” After striking, Puhua Tianseng hesitated to attack further and asked anxiously.

“The Teachings' Twelve Golden Immortals? Hmph, I'm just a placeholder to them. As for being respected by tens of thousands, I'd say it's more like being mocked by tens of thousands,” the Yellow Dragon Daoist finally spoke, his voice filled with resentment.

“Why would you say such a thing, Daoist friend?” Hearing this, Puhua Tianseng was startled.

“Forget the events of that year; now that you and I stand on opposing sides, let's rely on our own abilities and settle this once and for all,” the Yellow Dragon Daoist said, no longer indulging in words. He flipped his hand and took out an item–an enormous red gourd.

He pinpointed a spell, and countless red clouds billowed out. Within the clouds, chaotic red light dazzled the eye, disorienting and enveloping Puhua Tianseng like a blanket covering the sky.

“The 99 Soul-Scattering Gourd!” Puhua Tianseng was shocked. He lashed out with both whips, and thick lightning bolts tore through the air, creating an ocean of lightning that collided with the rolling red clouds.

Though the ocean of thunder held great power, the 99 Soul-Scattering Gourd was a mighty creation born from the primordial chaos, a treasured item refined by Red Cloud Ancestor, with boundless force.

As the two collided, the red clouds swiftly devoured the ocean of thunder, and the spreading clouds continued to surge forward, unimpeded by the lightning, and were about to engulf Puhua Tianseng.

Seeing this, the Yellow Dragon Daoist's eyes shone with an unusual excitement.

“Stop!” Puhua Tianseng shouted loudly, and a ray of golden light shot out from the vertical eye on his forehead.

Within the golden light, countless fine golden threads flickered and cracked, managing to hold back the overwhelming red clouds momentarily.

He hastily retreated, lashing out continuously with his twin whips.

One after another, the thick bolts of lightning shot out, striking the red clouds. Although unable to halt their advance, they did slow the clouds' momentum.

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