Chapter 137 - 136 Xuanyuan Sword Domain

Chapter 137: Chapter 136 Xuanyuan Sword Domain Demon Chiyou once again recalled the terror of being ripped apart by the Xuanyuan Sword. The enormous sword wheel swept through, and as the sword wheel attack dissipated, Chiyou was split in half. However, inside his body, there was no sign of flesh or blood, only a writhing black substance resembling black mud. Thin black threads extended from the divided body, pulling each half back together, and Chiyou appeared intact before Nezha once again—though his expression did not look good this time. Faced with this situation, Nezha was prepared. Unless the evil will within Chiyou was completely obliterated, he would keep resurrecting endlessly. Don’t be fooled by how Chiyou seemed easy to handle now. It was only because Nezha had treasure weapons specifically designed to deal with Chiyou, and more importantly, he had them in bulk. Otherwise, with Chiyou’s martial arts skills, coupled with immunity to both physical and Divine Soul attacks, even the Daluo Golden Immortals would find him unmanageable. Demon Chiyou was furious and wanted to curse. What kind of broken Divine Skill was this? If you brought out a single Xuanyuan Sword, he could at least accept it, and they could fight head-on with guts and glory—an outcome he believed he had a high chance of winning. But now Xuanyuan Swords were raining down like wholesale goods, endlessly slashing at him. What Chiyou could endure such torment? Nezha didn’t care whether Chiyou could endure it or not. With a flick of his hands, countless Xuanyuan Sword projections arrayed themselves by his sides before transforming into Sword Rain, scattering relentlessly at Chiyou. Chiyou’s body was not fragile—in comparison, even Yang Jian’s divine physique paled against Chiyou’s demonic body. Yet Xuanyuan Swords cut through him as if slicing tofu. Chiyou roared furiously and materialized two completely black Tiger Soul Sabers from his body, swinging them frantically to shield himself from attacks. Nezha’s mastery of Sword Dao was average—certainly not at the level of Yunxiao, who comprehended her own Sword Intent. His mind was too scattered, or else, with such an advantageous position, he would have long sliced and diced Demon Chiyou like cutting watermelons. But that didn’t matter. If quality wasn’t enough, he could make up for it with quantity! Nezha discreetly took a Golden Core, amplifying his Mana and Dao Qi. Waves upon waves of Xuanyuan Sword projections shot forth endlessly. Chiyou knew that at this rate, he would inevitably face annihilation. The Tiger Soul Sabers, formed from his own body, were consuming his willpower with each clash. With an enraged roar, two thicker arms grew out from his back. Channeling his strength, he performed a 360-degree sweep, repelling the surrounding Xuanyuan Swords. The newly-formed arms then pulled two more Tiger Soul Sabers from his back and lunged directly at Nezha. Nezha seemed momentarily startled by the act, failing to react in time and was immediately slashed into four pieces. Yet there wasn’t the slightest trace of joy in Chiyou’s expression. "Grind!" The four severed parts of Nezha suddenly disappeared into thin air, while Chiyou was encased in a massive, golden orb formed entirely by Xuanyuan Swords. With the utterance of "Grind," the sword orb began spinning rapidly, turning into the equivalent of a rolling washing machine filled with countless blades, slicing Chiyou non-stop, every second and from every direction. Outside, Nezha reappeared in a corner. Chiyou was simply too fast; without resorting to strategies and trickery, direct spell attacks would fail to land and merely waste Mana. Inside the spinning sword orb, Chiyou was struck by thousands of cuts in an instant. He reacted swiftly, wielding the four Tiger Soul Sabers with defensive postures, then focusing all his strength on a single direction with a fierce charge. As his four sabers twisted, he managed to disrupt the orb and was flung out. Standing steady again, Chiyou’s body was covered in countless wounds—all his skin slashed open, resembling torn, ragged cloth. The black substance within him squirmed continuously, repairing his shredded body, presenting a disturbingly eerie sight. Now gravely injured, Chiyou descended into madness, brandishing four massive blades as he charged toward Nezha. Nezha pointed skywards, conjuring two colossal Xuanyuan Swords in a cross formation, blocking the incoming strike from Chiyou. Then, several sword wheels danced forward, slashing at Chiyou, followed by a barrage of scattered sword projections. Chiyou swirled his Tiger Soul Sabers in defense while incrementally closing in on Nezha, attempting to corrupt Nezha’s Dao Body and Mana. Nezha, unwilling to be contaminated by the black mud substance on Chiyou, continued his guerrilla tactics, using the Xuanyuan Sword to gradually erode Demon Chiyou’s will while seeking an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow. Chiyou’s willpower waned steadily, while Nezha maintained the Infinite Sword Domain, fighting tirelessly. Both their essence, energy, and spirit diminished with time. The ultimate victor would hinge on who could endure until the end. Outside, the white bone creatures, no longer consuming energy from Demon Chiyou, began to revive. Li Jing, who had been observing the battlefield, took decisive action upon noticing Nezha’s disappearance. He led the Zhou Army in a sweeping operation against the white bone creatures, summoning the Military Soul with a massive battle array. The imposing Pagoda-Bearing King Dharma Form appeared once more, mowing through the creatures relentlessly. Both West Zhou and Shang Army forces were aware of the commotion in Xiqi City but refrained from taking action. Shen Gongbao’s faction, of course, was only interested in taking advantage of the situation. He planned to attack West Zhou after Nezha resolved Chiyou. On the West Zhou front, Old Jiang clearly sensed the complexity of the situation. Instinctively, he felt West Zhou’s Army should intervene and clear out the white bone creatures; otherwise, something of great importance might be lost. Nonetheless, Ji Fa stopped him. The reasoning was simple—West Zhou could no longer afford any battles. West Zhou was now less than a third of its strength during Ji Chang’s era. Sending troops to deal with those bone creatures would only hasten West Zhou’s demise. Old Jiang understood West Zhou’s dire state. Yet the thought of letting this matter pass filled him with unease, as though West Zhou would lose something monumental as a result. Ji Fa, too, had a similar feeling but chose to stay rational. All he cared about was ensuring West Zhou survived. Illusive concerns were a luxury he could no longer afford. Seizing the opportunity to build city walls, Ji Fa ordered everyone to work on fortifications—even he personally hauled stones to construct defenses. Simultaneously, he dispatched Wei Hu to Nantang, where they spent a significant sum to hire Nantang’s famed architects to preserve West Zhou’s last spark of hope. Li Jing controlled the Dharma Form, with the Thunder Department deities lending their aid. Divine Thunder perpetually struck from the heavens, resounding like the wrath of heaven itself. In the sky, Yang Chan, the Thunder Bird, and Nezha’s subordinates were unable to intervene directly but offered discreet and full support to the battle. The white bone creatures appeared inherently susceptible to lightning. Their pitch-black Ghost Fire was either extinguished outright or transformed into a beautiful, ghostly blue under lightning’s strike. The underworld, having received notice from Lady Houtu, hurriedly opened the Ghost Gate. Witch Clan members worked tirelessly, transporting purified ghost spirits to the underworld. Every clerk, judge, and minor official employed in the underworld was forced to work round the clock. No complaints, no excuses, no schedules—just relentless labor! The workload was so immense that Ji Chang even hired temporary staff to handle day-to-day affairs. The process of judging souls became simplified beyond recognition. "You were a great philanthropist in life?" (Glances at Book of Life and Death) "Next life, you’re going to be an official!" "You were also a good person?" (Glances at Book of Life and Death) "Next life, you’ll be a mountain king!" ... The Six Dao Reincarnation Plate spun rapidly, continuously absorbing countless ghost souls. After half a month and three large-scale sweeps led by Old Li, Xiqi City finally transformed from a Human Purgatory into a Mortal Ghost Realm. It wasn’t a matter of Old Li slacking off—it was just that the stronger bone beasts had been eradicated, leaving scattered and insignificant minor creatures that he simply lacked the energy to deal with. The pervasive Ghost Qi lingered stubbornly, beyond his ability to cleanse. The West Zhou people’s hundred-year efforts to build their homeland were utterly demolished—Xiqi City became a complete ghost town.