Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 405 - 365: Hunyuan Limitless - Heaven Suppression Seal_2

Chapter 405: Chapter 365: Hunyuan Limitless - Heaven Suppression Seal_2

A dazzling white pillar of light, about the size of an acre, surged out from Qi Xiu’s hands. Accompanied by a rumbling sound reminiscent of the beginning of heaven and earth, it instantly shone upon the vast deep blue hand.

Illuminated by the Hunyuan Heaven-suppressing Seal, the deep blue hand’s flesh and blood immediately melted away, disintegrating into large swaths of blue smoke, forcibly erased.

Suffering such a heavy blow, the hand of the Ninth Nether Seventh Sovereign King instinctively tried to retract. But no matter how hard it struggled, the white light pinned the palm in place, rendering it unable to move even a fraction.

It could only watch helplessly as its entire hand was thoroughly melted and annihilated, reduced to scattered ashes.

"ROAR—"

From the depths of the void, an earth-shattering roar suddenly sounded. The space began to distort strangely, as if an incomparably powerful supreme being was furiously shattering the Cosmic Bi, intent on making a forceful descent!

Sensing this, Qi Xiu did not look at the ancient being with a majestic aura that was preparing to descend forcibly. Instead, he looked up at the thunderous eyes above the firmament.

Among the many thunderous eyes, one had unexpectedly turned golden at some point. Its cold and indifferent gaze was fixed on the figure attempting to descend forcibly. An unquestionable, irresistible, and inescapable force was slowly converging.

"Hmph!"

The wildly advancing figure halted before the final layer of the Cosmic Bi; with just a gentle push, it could have completed its descent. But just on the verge of success, it too noticed the distinct golden thunderous eye.

It was as if a moment had passed, yet it seemed like countless eons had gone by.

After a cold snort, the majestic figure that was set to descend vanished in a flash. Everything reverted to normal, as if it had never been there at all.

Two on one, and still not victorious.

With somber faces, Wei Ling and his father gazed upon the young Daoist standing with his hands behind his back in the void, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness and unwillingness.

Although this Daoist did not exude an iota of an elite aura, no matter what methods one used, or how overwhelming the force unleashed, he always seemed to elevate his own power out of thin air, as if what one saw was always only what he wanted one to see.

Unfathomable!

This was the only assessment Wei Ling and his father had of Qi Xiu.

"Such liveliness. Have you all arrived early?"

Just as Wei Ling and his father were pondering how to destroy this insurmountable mountain, a voice with a hint of ease suddenly emerged.

His golden, brilliant hair casually tied behind his head, an extremely handsome man chuckled as he looked at Qi Xiu and Wei Ling and his father, and waved his hand lightly, "Hello there."

As the golden-haired man set foot on the White Bone Plains, the ground of this Inheritance Land suddenly began to shake, and traces of ancient and mysterious restrictions momentarily flashed in the void. The next instant, a profound sense of enclosure pressed upon the hearts of Qi Xiu and the others.

This world was sealed off.

A resounding voice suddenly echoed through this world, its message extremely simple: *The Food Demon Sect’s grand feast, only the strong may partake; a three-way mortal combat, and the lone victor claims the treasure!*

The inheritance of the Food Demon Sect was singular. Three individuals wielding bronze rings must fight to the death, and the victor would claim the crown, securing the inheritance of the Food Demon Sect!

Brutally straightforward, yet effective.

Having heard this mysterious voice, the four on the scene looked at each other; it seemed that today, they would have to fight to the death to settle matters.

BANG!

Almost the instant the mysterious voice faded, three attacks simultaneously lunged at Qi Xiu!

"How very in sync you are."

Letting out a wry chuckle, Qi Xiu raised the Primordial Sword Gourd in his hand. The sword circle swirling around him suddenly expanded, intercepting all incoming attacks.

"Well then, today Qi Someone will also thoroughly indulge himself."

Exhaling a long breath, Qi Xiu’s robes fluttered as the Hunyuan Myriad Laws Immortal Body fully revived within him. Wisps of immortal light escaped from his being, and the vast and limitless mighty aura caused Wei Ling, his father, and the golden-haired man to change color simultaneously.

This aura... is this individual still human?

Never before had they sensed such an immense aura from a single person. In an instant, Qi Xiu towered before them, seeming like an Immortal standing in the high heavens, gazing down at them in quiet contemplation.

"He is accumulating momentum. We must not let him complete it, or once he reaches his zenith, holding dominion with a single gesture, there will be no way for us to win." Seemingly using a technique similar to Observing Qi Skill, the golden-haired man instantly saw that Qi Xiu’s energy was continuously soaring.

Once complete, even if they joined forces, the three of them would have no chance of defeating him.

Taking the lead, the golden-haired man made the first move. He raised his hand, and stars filled the sky, condensing into brilliant ancient stars. These stars, as if part of the very firmament and carrying the weight of endless years, crashed down toward the young Daoist with unstoppable force, overwhelming in their assault.

At the same time, the Wei father and son stood shoulder to shoulder, each holding a jet-black longsword, the blade shimmering with a dark and profound light. Behind them, the shadow of the Nine Nether Land flickered in and out of existence, eerie and strange. The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, struck simultaneously. The endless surge of sharp, tricky sword light pulsed, wrapped in their ferocious killing intent.

Facing this all-encompassing attack, Qi Xiu remained extraordinarily calm, his expression unflustered, as though everything was under his control. With every movement, a surge of colorful light swirled around him, like clouds of dazzling five-colored mist, harboring endless mana. He used a variety of magical techniques with ease, each gesture precise. Facing three opponents, he seemed to do so effortlessly, without any signs of being suppressed.

He weaved through starlight and sword shadows, each counterattack precise and forceful, the purple in his eyes growing ever more intense.

The more they fought, the more terrified the trio became.

They had assumed that with their combined effort, even if they couldn’t take Qi Xiu down immediately, they should have been able to suppress him at every turn. Yet now, it seemed they were the ones being suppressed.

As time passed, Qi Xiu’s responses grew more skilled and natural. Initially, the three could barely inflict some wounds on him. But as the battle progressed, their attacks had no effect on Qi Xiu, casually wiped away by him.

His mastery of various magical techniques is impeccable. It’s hard to believe someone in the Blood-Stained Realm could be so proficient in so many methods.

Wei Changhen, relying on the power of the Nine Nether, attempted a sneak attack on Qi Xiu. However, his black sword was seized by a hand swirling with colorful light. The five fingers of that hand drew together as a faint outline of a Hunyuan Aperture appeared in its palm.

Empowered by this vast and boundless force, Wei Changhen’s black sword creaked, as if about to be crushed by Qi Xiu’s bare hands.

In shock, Wei Changhen twisted his wrist sharply, forcefully withdrawing the black sword and retreating in a flash. Looking down at the sword in his hand, the blade now bore five clear fingerprints.

Terrifying!

By now, Wei Changhen finally understood the magnitude of the being they were facing.

"Ling’er!"

With a slightly downcast gaze, Wei Changhen suddenly called out to Wei Ling.

Recently captured by Qi Xiu’s Universe in the Sleeve, Wei Ling, badly mangled and struggling, had barely escaped that inner world when he heard his father’s call.

"What is it?"

Mending his bones, nearly eighty percent of which were broken, Wei Ling turned his head with difficulty to look at his father.

"My time has come, and I must depart."

A hint of a smile appeared on the weary and haggard face as Wei Changhen spoke, casting a shadow of sadness across Wei Ling’s features.

"Before I go, let me help you one last time."

Moving his lips, Wei Changhen communicated with Wei Ling using a secret technique: "In a moment, I’ll sacrifice myself to the Nine Nether to get you one last boost. Seize the opportunity. Fight, or flee. This is your last chance. Think it through!"

As his words faded, countless ancient blue-black lines suddenly spread across Wei Changhen’s skin. Simultaneously, a black hole appeared out of nowhere on his chest. Countless hands reached out from this hole, seizing his flesh and bones and violently yanking him into its depths.

He vanished from their sight in this bizarre and horrifying manner.

With no time to mourn his father’s departure, Wei Ling suddenly raised his sword, inverted it, and with a thrust, pierced his own heart.

The inheritance battle was a struggle of life and death!

Today, he would gamble everything.

For a single victory!

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