My Five Bigshot Seniors: I am The Most Coddled Junior!-Chapter 306 - 174: The Great Battle Between Righteousness and Demons (Part 2) [Update 3]

Chapter 306: Chapter 174: The Great Battle Between Righteousness and Demons (Part 2) [Update 3]

Gong He grasped his sword, spun in a circle sweeping over, a blood-red dragon-shaped illusion emerged from his sword, rushing forward, dispersing all the blade lights, and eventually dissipating into thin air.

Seeing this scene, Jun Wu was somewhat surprised, but he was not flustered. The silver scimitar swept before him, launching a powerful blade light once again towards Gong He. This blade light was even more formidable than before, a cold glint flashing in Gong He’s eyes as he held his sword to meet it.

The blood-colored Sword Qi clashed with the silver blade light. Ultimately, Gong He’s cultivation fell short of Jun Wu’s; his Sword Qi was directly shattered by the blade light, which continued to fly towards him. Gong He hurriedly wielded another sword strike to break the blade light, yet he, too, was affected, retreating three or four steps, glaring at Jun Wu as if to devour him.

Jun Wu remained extraordinarily calm, unaffected by Gong He’s gaze as he continued his assault on Gong He.

Meanwhile, after parting ways with Jun Wu, Gu Qingqing led her disciples against a dozen or so Demon Cultivators’ disciples.

She and her disciples all boasted cultivation of the ninth rank, effortlessly handling the average Demon Cultivators’ disciples. It wasn’t long before she slew several, although some of her own were injured, yet overall they were alright. They continued to search for other Demon Cultivator disciples, entering into the battle.

Wen Guiyun, Bai Guanlin, and Jun Yutian, as the Saint Masters of the three great Holy Lands, faced off against the sect masters of the four major sects of the Demon Path without falling behind.

Among the three, Wen Guiyun was undoubtedly the prodigy of his peers, an existence his peers could only look up to, overshadowing everyone with a radiance of brilliance. Even though he’s aged now, he remains unparalleled, no one his age surpasses him.

Jun Yutian, younger than Wen Guiyun but equally formidable, had few rivals among his peers. Just a few could defeat him; only Wen Guiyun consistently humbled him, a feat others could not manage.

Though they and the elders of the Demon Path’s four sects were all at the Peak of Half-step Immortal Rank, subtle differences allowed them to combat their four opponents!

Wen Guiyun’s weapon was a sword, nearly a meter long, crafted from the finest materials of the Sub-immortal Realm, an Immortal product and tremendously powerful.

Once Wen Guiyun gripped the sword, the gentle aura around him vanished, replaced by a stern and majestic demeanor. Despite his age, he looked remarkably youthful at this moment, his robes fluttering in the wind, hair gently flowing, eyes slightly narrowed, appearing exceedingly suave.

He faced Gong Tianhai directly, whose weapon was a Long Halberd, also an Immortal product, brandished with ferocity, appearing extraordinarily mighty.

The long sword and Long Halberd clashed, sparks flying from their friction, the sound of their collision unceasing, clearly showing that their skills were evenly matched, fighting fiercely. Occasionally, Wen Guiyun would use his other hand to form a small Array to fend off Gong Tianhai’s assaults, their surroundings too dangerous for others to approach for fear of the battle’s aftermath affecting them.

Jun Yutian simultaneously faced Wan Qi and Li Feng but didn’t fall behind at all, instead displaying a tendency to gradually gain the upper hand.

Bai Guanlin single-handedly dealt with Helian Cheng, typically appearing secretive and seemingly good-tempered, yet during a fight, his demeanor revealed his true self, cursing and swearing, subjecting his foe not only to physical torment but mental anguish.

Si Lin squared off against an elder from the Netherworld Palace, both also at Half-step Immortal Rank, with cultivation comparable to the previous elder from the Blood Sect. The fight between Si Lin and the Blood Sect elder had been memorable, and it made the people of the Demon Path aware that, though new to the Half-step Immortal Rank, Si Lin’s cultivation was not inferior to those who had been at that level for longer, making the elder from Netherworld Palace exceedingly cautious when facing Si Lin, undaunted.

Luckily, Si Lin was entirely unconcerned, since such an opportunity to train against numerous Half-step Immortals was rare, while sword cultivators such as him needed to advance their cultivation through frequent fights, making this scenario advantageous for Si Lin.

Yue Zhao was considerably strong, being a Music Cultivator his attack range was quite expansive, particularly suited for such an environment. After advancing to Half-step Immortal Rank, his understanding of musical instruments deepened, increasing his power several times over, with a corresponding boost in attack range.

The music, sounding extremely pleasant, could transform into a deadly weapon in Yue Zhao’s hands, catching people off guard unless they blocked their ears. However, in such a crowd, blocking their ears made it impossible to hear other sounds, easily leading to mishaps. The others had no choice but to endure the bombardment of Yue Zhao’s music.

Similarly, Nan Hua was adept at group attacks; his Arrays appeared above or below the Demon Cultivators’ disciples, taking them by surprise, rapidly eliminating many.

However, there were too many present, whether Righteous Path or Demon Path disciples. After a while, everyone’s eyes reddened from killing, faces twisted with ferocity, appearing somewhat terrifying.

Even Nan Hua and the others occasionally couldn’t evade harm, sustaining various wounds, but compared to the slain Demon Cultivator disciples or Righteous disciples, they were relatively fortunate and demonstrated profound skill.

As for Jun Wu, both he and Gong He bore injuries, especially Gong He. As Jun Wu was a Half-step Immortal Rank, and Gong He merely at the peak of ninth rank, even with the Secret Technique boosting his cultivation, he couldn’t compare to Jun Wu, his body covered in wounds, his clothes stained red with blood, presenting a tragic sight.

It was the first encounter between Gong He and Jun Wu in battle, and he hadn’t anticipated Jun Wu being so powerful. Yet, amidst the conflict between the Demon Path and the Righteous Path, escape was impossible even if he wished it; gritting his teeth, he persisted against Jun Wu. After a dozen bouts, his body grew more wounds, notably across his chest, where Jun Wu’s scimitar had slashed a ten-centimeter deep cut, flesh peeling back, blood gushing out, appearing somewhat horrifying.

Grinding his teeth, he sprinkled some powdered medicine over the wound, seized the chance to swallow an elixir, and felt his Spiritual Power replenished, attacking Jun Wu once more.

Jun Wu welcomed all challengers, with most of his injuries not inflicted by Gong He but rather the surrounding Demon Cultivator disciples. However, those disciples were soon slain by him, rendering those injuries insignificant.

Everyone fought with absolute earnestness; the sole thought occupying their minds was to defeat their opponents and claim ultimate victory.

The battle had been ongoing for two hours, thick with layers of corpses below, whether from the Demon Path or the Righteous Path, with numerous disciples dead. Mourning or panic was one step too late; they swiftly adjusted and plunged into the next confrontation, but many were already exhausted.

Gong Tianhai was battling with Wen Guiyun. Although his situation was slightly better than Gong He’s, he was still covered in wounds of all sizes. The sword of Wen Guiyun carried some corrosive effect, causing his wounds to deepen and ache during the fight. Even someone like him, accustomed to pain, found it hard to endure.

While he continued to fight Wen Guiyun, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of his son, Gong He, now completely drenched in blood. His brow twitched, and he instinctively wanted to rush over to protect Gong He.

Gong He was the only thing left to him by his wife, the crystallization of their love. Gong Tianhai had always protected Gong He very well. At this moment, he couldn’t bear to see Gong He injured.

However, Wen Guiyun noticed his intentions and directly blocked his path with a sword, preventing him from rescuing Gong He, forcing him to continue fighting Wen Guiyun.

After fighting Gong He for so long, Jun Wu was also losing patience and increased the intensity and speed of his attacks. Gong He, having just used a secret technique, was not in good condition with damaged meridians. He was struck in the chest by Jun Wu’s palm, finally spitting out a large mouthful of blood, appearing terrifying, and his entire momentum drastically diminished.

His power was waning, unable to keep up with Jun Wu’s speed, helplessly watching as his wounds progressively increased, while he couldn’t hurt Jun Wu.

Finally, Jun Wu slashed his throat with a blade.

Staring blankly at the silver scimitar glinting coldly against his neck, Gong He was momentarily stunned. When blood began to spill from his throat, he looked up in disbelief at Jun Wu, his mouth moved, blood trickling from it, then he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open.

Witnessing his death, Jun Wu brushed his lips, then scanned the field, flying straight toward Gu Qingqing’s direction.

Seeing Gong He dead, Gong Tianhai lost his mind, shouting "He’er" as he rushed to Gong He, regardless of the wound Wen Guiyun inflicted on his arm. Cradling Gong He’s lifeless body, he knew he was truly gone. He lifted his head, unleashing a roar of fury.

"Wen Guiyun, it’s a fight to the death between us!" He laid down Gong He’s body, his eyes red with rage, angrily declaring.

As his words fell, his aura began to rise. A completely black banner adorned with skulls emerged from his body, floating in midair. This was Gong Tianhai’s other weapon—the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner.

This magic artifact was no trivial matter; Gong Tianhai had massacred a small town of over ten thousand people, sacrificing their souls to create this formidable Ten Thousand Ghost Banner.

When the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner appeared, cries and the agony of fierce ghosts emerged from it, troubling the hearts and minds of those around, the unnerving sound resonating as if right beside your ears, annoying despite covering them.

"So it was you back then!" Wen Guiyun charged after Gong Tianhai, his expression changing upon seeing the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner, coldly addressing Gong Tianhai.

"Of course it was me. After all these years of investigation, no one would suspect me, right? After all, I already have my weapon, how could there be a second lifebound weapon?" Gong Tianhai sneered, looking at Wen Guiyun.

Hearing this, Wen Guiyun furrowed his brows, watching Gong Tianhai. His emotions were clearly unstable, knowing there was no time to waste, he directly directed a sword qi at Gong Tianhai.

Gong Tianhai avoided Wen Guiyun’s attack, swinging the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner into the air. Instantly, the atmosphere within several miles altered; the clear sky turned overcast, the sun obscured by dark clouds.

Moreover, a chilling wind arose, causing Gu Qingqing to shiver instinctively.

Immediately afterward, phantoms emerged from the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner, charging at the disciples of the Righteous Path.

The demon cultivators had suffered heavy losses due to the relentless efforts of the Righteous Path disciples, but now, with these entities joined, the Demon Path grew stronger once more, frustrating the Righteous Path disciples.

Especially since these newcomers couldn’t be killed by swords, the only effective attacks were with things like sword qi.

Witnessing the chaotic state among the Righteous Path disciples, Gong Tianhai found it amusing, especially seeing Wen Guiyun being besieged by a swarm of phantoms.

The phantoms’ claws were deadly, infused with poison. Those attacked experienced a tingling sensation at their wounds, seemingly unaware of the bleeding. Their touch was mystically cold as they passed through bodies, utterly unsettling.

"You slaughtered so many, today I must rid the world of you!" Wen Guiyun’s desire to eliminate Gong Tianhai grew upon confirming him as the murderer of that town. Coldly, he announced, his surroundings cleared by his Samadhi Fire Talisman, the waste of the phantoms pained Gong Tianhai.

"Let’s see if you can defeat my Ten Thousand Ghost Banner first!" Gong Tianhai snorted, dissatisfied with Wen Guiyun, disdainfully declaring.

Wen Guiyun demonstrated his capability, swiftly decimating a large number of phantoms and inflicting several more wounds on Gong Tianhai, including a long gash on his face, stretching from his forehead to his chin, making him appear even more fearsome!