Chapter 142: There Are No Enemies Ahead of Us!
The voice of the young man shook the universe, and in less than the blink of an eye, the Array of Lively Stillness, which had been silent, started to operate again, erupting with its strongest power.
“Authority Attached!”
In an instant, the blood energy swirling in the void was swept away and drawn into Zhou Tong’s body.
Even the great formation burned at its limit, subsequently sacrificing itself and decomposing into energy essence, which was all accepted by Zhou Tong.
The Array of Lively Stillness completely collapsed, aiding Zhou Tong in transcending and stepping into a terrifying realm.
“Roar!!”
Xiao Bai’s roar was like thunder; in the blink of an eye, his body grew in the wind, transforming into a giant towering ten thousand feet high, with a green face and tusks!
In the fearful expressions of the crowd, he stood with the Ninth Heaven above him and the Nine Oblivions beneath him, the winds and thunder converging into the long spear in his hand, which he then swung down!
“I’ve seen this scene before!”
The Empress murmured; in her dreams, Zhou Tong had used this move to suppress the Dragon Vein, never expecting it to exist in reality.
“Dharmakaya’s Formative Power, hear my command, Slay Without Mercy!”
The giant spear tore through everything and accurately struck the three demons.
Countless lights burst forth, and then a mass of black energy surged from the center, swallowing the brilliance.
That black energy was not demonic energy, but rather the chaotic energy that surged forth when the laws reopened Heaven and Earth.
In a haze, the bodies of the three demons were simultaneously torn apart, turning into scattered dust!
“Has this guy become that strong?”
The Sword Saint was dumbfounded. He had exchanged sword methods with Zhou Tong; although he had suffered a crushing defeat, he could still ascertain that Zhou Tong had not yet reached the Sage realm.
You Jingfeng pondered, “No matter what his cultivation realm is, he must not be underestimated; otherwise, it will be a great loss.”
“Do I even need you to say that?” The Sword Saint rolled his eyes, having tasted it firsthand.
As the fog lifted, clarity returned between Heaven and Earth; it seemed as if the three demons really had been slain, with no trace of them to be found in the air.
“This… this is impossible.”
Zhao Wutian’s face was pale as he trembled while looking at Zhou Tong and the others.
He had never felt such despair before; standing before him were three beings of Sage-level strength, and killing him was like crushing an ant.
“I’ll take care of this!”
The Sword Saint glared over, like thunder, ready to obliterate Zhao Wutian’s soul and flesh.
“Ah, ah, ah…”
Zhao Wutian screamed, nearly losing his mind, his realm plummeting back to the peak of the Cycle Realm.
“Senior, please hold your hand; this person is mine.”
Zhang Chuqiao stepped out from the space and appeared in front of Zhao Wutian.
After decades, the roles of hunter and prey had finally reversed.
“Shi Jie, this scum has caused you so much trouble; now you can finally settle the score.”
“Mm!”
Zhang Chuqiao nodded slightly, her expression icy to the extreme.
The conspiracy from decades ago had not only nearly destroyed her but also caused countless brothers and sisters to perish; even the once-might Joyful Union Sect had suffered defeat, almost cutting off their legacy.
Now, facing this instigator, she felt no need for any reservations.
There was only one thing she could do: ensure he suffered immensely in hell!
“With you, you want to kill me… what a pipe dream…”
Zhao Wutian saw a glimmer of hope; he prepared to take Zhang Chuqiao hostage to secure his own survival.
Before his words could finish, a colossal killing intent swept over, sending him flying, and two figures quickly left the battlefield, engaged in combat afar.
“Go protect her; do not intervene unless absolutely necessary!”
Zhou Tong ordered the Empress beside him.
“I… I understand.”
Qian Miaoyu was stunned by Zhou Tong’s domineering command and went around the three, rushing into the distance.
She felt a bit sour; as the powerful Empress, coupled with her peak Semi-Sage cultivation, did she truly pale in comparison to a little girl in Zhou Tong’s heart?
“Hmph, just wait, Guest Senior; one day, you will realize my charm!”
“Is it over?”
In the main battlefield, the Sword Saint asked.
In his impression, the Devil King would not be so easily defeated.
“Is that even a question? Of course not.”
Zhou Tong replied nonchalantly, “But this will be the last time; they have no power to revive!”
As his words fell, a pitch-black storm surged in the void, all the essence of the Demonic Race, rich and filled with ferocity.
Upon seeing this scene, Sheng Xin’s expression suddenly changed.
“Be careful; they are merging! This is the Devil King’s final trump card!”
With this statement, the expressions of the Sword Saint and You Jingfeng turned extremely grave.
From that storm, they felt a heart-pounding power.
Sages were like this; those below them were even more incapable of withstanding the pressure, falling into despair.
“Do not fear.”
At that moment, Zhou Tong spoke.
His voice was steady and resonant, bearing an unwavering will, helping everyone alleviate their negative emotions.
“We have no enemies ahead of us!”
The moment these words were spoken, it was like declaring victory, domineering and undeniable.
“You human ants are just dreaming!”
As he spoke, the storm receded, transforming into a terrifying figure carrying the essence of three Celestial Kings.
The three Demon Kings had actually merged into one!
With a single step, the void trembled, and black ripples surged forward like a heavenly punishment descending.
The Sword Saint and You Jingfeng acted simultaneously, one with a sword and the other with a palm, blocking the demonic energy wave.
At that moment, the merged Devil King revealed a wicked smile.
“There are flaws.”
Behind him, the Dharmakaya manifested, bearing a striking resemblance to him, and then he made a fist gesture towards the front.
“Be careful!”
The Sword Saint and the others’ pupils constricted, preparing defenses, yet they were still sent flying, blood spilling from their mouths.
“How is this possible…? I clearly blocked it.”
The Sword Saint said in disbelief.
“That punch is not simple; it contains strange energy, perhaps the work of his Dharmakaya.”
You Jingfeng saw the essence of it.
“Haha, experience truly beats youth, but unfortunately, you cannot break it; there is only a dead end for you.”
The merged Devil King laughed mockingly, and the next moment vanished from his spot, arriving behind Zhou Tong.
“I got you… let’s take down one first; die!”
He unleashed a punch at the back of Zhou Tong’s head without reservation.
At that moment, both the Sword Saint and You Jingfeng were beside him, yet seemed frozen, without any reaction.
“Effortless!”
The Devil King seemed to anticipate the scene of Zhou Tong’s head exploding, but just then, Zhou Tong suddenly turned around, meeting his gaze.
“Roar!”
Xiao Bai appeared, now roughly the same size as Zhou Tong, and took on this fatal blow.
“How is this possible?”
The merged Devil King’s face distorted wildly; this was not supposed to happen in his expectations.
“Surprised?”
Zhou Tong smiled and said, “Time Suspension; it seems we are of the same type of Dharmakaya!”
