Chapter 449: Siege at Qitian City

Boom—

A deafening roar erupted from the fearsome maw of the gigantic Black Bull Demon God Supreme, its sound waves rippling out in all directions.

A flying sword hung suspended in the sky.

Lü Taibai stood at the sword’s tip, his shimmering silver hair wildly billowing as a grave look filled his eyes.

Beside him, Lü Qiankun and Fang Han Shu exchanged tense glances, itching to act.

Entering Qitian City ahead of time would offer a huge advantage in deciphering the Bizarre Temple’s Temple Spirit Resonance.

After all, Qitian City was built over the ruins of Qitian Temple – there might be traces and clues revealing how the resonance works.

In fact, not only Lü Taibai and his companions, even powerful warriors from all corners who had gathered atop Five Finger Town showed signs of unease.

Some, however, hesitated, doubting whether the old Black Bull Demon God Supreme truly intended to open Qitian City to them.

Was it merely a ruse to lure them into the city to be slaughtered?

If so… they would rather not follow such rules and instead gather stronger fighters to storm Qitian City together.

But the factions were never united – the forces from the Great Realm, for instance, included Ye Pengju, originally the foremost at Heavenly Gate, along with Wang Kui and other elite warriors from the Temple Guardian Division, not to mention one Divine Calamity Patriarch from the Great Realm Imperial House.

Their uneasy cooperation with the Da Li Wangting ensured constant friction – true mutual benefit was impossible.

Further complicating matters, the Western Lands of Buddhism stood in opposition to both the Great Realm and Da Li Wangting, for their goal was to transform the entire world into a Buddhist kingdom.

They dreamed of an eternal Buddha, with billions of people converting all at once!

Both the Great Realm and Da Li were squarely in their crosshairs.

Indeed, the Western Lands had already begun their work, leaving large parts of the Great Realm and Da Li under Buddhist sway.

Places like Xiling Road in the Great Realm and border regions between Da Li and the Western Lands were prime examples.

It seems that humans, divided among themselves, will never unite until calamity strikes.

Just as the imposing Black Bull Demon God Supreme in Qitian City had spoken, pandemonium broke out within Five Finger Town – many were moved to action.

Fang Han Shu, perched on the flying sword, merely glanced around and realized that this hastily organized coalition to assault Qitian City was doomed from the start.

But that was hardly surprising; it was never a strong alliance to begin with.

With a soft sigh, Fang Han Shu muttered, “Humans… they’re always the same.”

Every person has their own motives, seeking personal gain and self-preservation.

No one knew how many lives or formidable warriors would be lost in such a joint assault – some might never even set foot in Qitian City.

Now, the Demon God had proposed a way to enter Qitian City without a drop of spilled blood, and most fighters embraced the idea.

Failure to enter the city would simply reflect their own incompetence.

After all, once you defeat the guarding demons, entry is assured – losing to them only proves your own lack of skill.

“Haha, rest assured, everyone. In keeping with Qitian’s will, my word is my bond. Anyone who enters Qitian City may choose a place to reside within, and my demon clan will not dare interfere!”

Amidst the surging demon aura, the colossal old Black Bull let out a booming laugh.

Then, its bell-like enormous eyes flared brilliantly, unleashing a terrifying might that shook even Qitian City.

“Where are the tens of thousands of demons of Da Chuan?!”

The ancient bull, seemingly propelled by countless demon auras, looked as if it would charge up into the heavens.

“The West Gate of Qitian City is defended by the White Crane Demon God and his top demon kings! Any human warrior seeking entry must defeat a thousand White Crane Demon Gods! And those below must overcome the elite demon kings guarding the gates!”

The booming sound echoed like an explosion.

At the very gate of Qitian City—just as Lü Taibai had barely rapped the door—a middle-aged man, manifested from a white crane, gripped a radiant long sword. With a surge of catastrophic force and the appearance of a Calamity Wheel behind him, his sword aura soared skyward!

“At Qitian City’s North Gate, the Jade-Horned Rhino Demon God and his elite demon kings stand guard!”

“At the South Gate, the Golden-Winged Demon God and his top demon kings hold the line!”

……

Boom—

The demon aura soared skyward as the ancient Black Bull Demon God Supreme thundered, its voice as resounding as rolling thunder.

Soon, three massive columns of demon aura shot up from Qitian City in three directions!

The heavy demon energy seemed almost tangible as it burst into the sky, dispersing the dark clouds into flowing streams of demonic mist!

A howling demon wind swept, shaking both heaven and earth!

The spectacle was truly terrifying!

Within Qitian City, the warriors of tens of thousands of demons unveiled an array of forces – three Demon Gods stationed at the three gates!

To gain entry, one must defeat a Demon God!

Above Qitian City, colossal demons rose into the air, joining the demonic ranks and unleashing a torrent of formidable demon aura!

They smirked, mocking the human cultivators waiting outside Qitian City.

Securing Qitian City early meant seizing the initiative – it was all about strategic maneuvering.

Buzz—

Lü Taibai’s heart stirred.

In an instant, the Taibai Sword, carrying everyone, descended back to the ground.

Li Che, with XiXi and the others in tow, dismounted from the flying sword as Fang Han Shu, Lü Qiankun, and Lü Taibai firmly landed on the earth.

Behind them, one burst of explosive sound after another echoed through the air.

Li Che grasped XiXi’s hand and, looking back, saw figures rushing in from the direction of Five Finger Town.

He even recognized several familiar faces.

For example, Xuanfu Divine Sect’s patriarch – Lü Taibai’s own elder brother, Xuan Jiu Zhuan, was among them!

However, Xuan Jiu Zhuan had come alone, without the presence of Xuanfu Divine Sect’s Ancestral Patriarch – an oddity indeed.

Also present were the patriarch of Purple Mansion Divine Sect and the leader of the Purple Bamboo Sect, among others…

Li Che’s eyes scanned the crowd, a flicker of thought stirring within him.

There was no denying that Qitian City’s opening had drawn together heroes from all over the world; even forces from the Great Realm were fully represented.

From the five ancient families of the Great Realm, to the three legendary clans of Divine Capital – the Ji, Yue, and Gongshu families, as well as the ancient Huang family from Xiling Road and the Fang family from Jiangnan Dao – many formidable warriors had been dispatched.

They included even some very aged Divine Calamity experts, all seeking one last glorious struggle.

Of course, each major Divine Sect from the Great Realm had sent its own champions.

Besides, Li Che could tell by their attire that several powerful warriors from the Western Lands of Buddhism, Da Li Wangting, and Witch God Mountain were not of the Central Plains.

Originally based in Five Finger Town, they rushed over upon hearing the proclamations of the Black Bull Demon God Supreme.

Aligned by faction, the human alliance crumbled at the demon lord’s words before any conflict could begin.

Li Che merely cast a brief glance before withdrawing his eyes.

Those arriving were clearly among the world’s elite.

In his view, though, the true power in this world resided with the Grand Inspector, the Great Witch God of Witch God Mountain, the master of Lie Shen Pavilion, and the founding Patriarch of the Great Jing Court.

Today, none of these top-level experts had appeared.

Their absence was likely due to the limitations imposed by the will of heaven and earth.

Outside Qitian City, the amassed fighters silently arranged themselves into their respective camps, exchanging wary glances.

Xuan Jiu Zhuan sped toward Lü Taibai and his group.

In truth, he was the only one who chose to stand with Qianyuan Divine Sect.

With a complex expression, Xuan Jiu Zhuan eyed Lü Taibai – who had just reached the Divine Calamity stage in an ostentatious fashion – and remarked, “Congratulations, kid. You’ve finally set foot in the Divine Calamity.”

He spoke sincerely.

Though he had always looked down on Lü Taibai, he couldn’t deny that his younger sister, Xuan Qisha’s, gaze was far sharper than his own.

Lü Taibai grinned, replying, “Then it proves that having Qisha by my side was the right choice…”

Xuan Jiu Zhuan chuckled softly.

Usually prone to cursing, today he refrained from sparring with Lü Taibai over such matters.

He turned his gaze to Qitian City; the soaring pillars of demon aura and the awe-inspiring presence of the Demon Gods made his body tremble slightly.

“Lü Taibai, Xuanfu Divine Sect has received a plea for help from Qisha… Our Patriarch ran into trouble. As you know, I have no say in current affairs at Xuanfu Divine Sect since I left Qingyun Dao. When I heard of your great victory, I changed my course.”

Xuan Jiu Zhuan quietly explained.

He still cared deeply for his sister’s affairs.

Lü Taibai’s eyes narrowed. “Is Xuanfu Divine Sect really in such dire straits?”

Even a genius like Xuan Jiu Zhuan had been cast out – unwilling to return to Xuanfu Divine Sect.

Lü Taibai sighed softly and said nothing more.

Gradually, the atmosphere grew heavy. At the three city gates of Qitian City, three Demon Gods sat imperiously, their demon auras like columns reaching the skies.

Below, champions from various factions formed their camps, each reluctant to be the first to challenge the demon lords at Qitian City’s gates.

After all, it was too dangerous.

No one knew what would occur if a fighter truly defeated a Demon God and entered Qitian City – would they be ambushed by legions of demons, or even face the Demon God’s personal retribution?

Only those at the Divine Calamity stage were hardened veterans, preserving life at all costs.

Thus, after the Black Bull Demon God Supreme laid out his rules, the many would-be entrants fell silent.

Li Che, holding XiXi’s hand, stood behind the protective formation of Lü Qiankun and the others.

His eyes sparkled with a bold idea that suddenly surfaced in his mind – an idea that might finally satisfy

the incessant tremor of the Wan Yao Di Dao Fruit within his chest.

A fierce desire surged up from Li Che’s heart.

“I can’t hold back any longer…” he murmured.

XiXi looked up at him in confusion and asked, “Dad, what can’t you hold back?”

Li Che smiled gently, tousling XiXi’s hair until it was a mess.

“Nothing,” he replied as he finished smoothing her hair.

Back at the spot where the Painted Immortal Clone stood, XiXi remained blissfully unaware of its presence.

Instead, she cheerily fixed her gaze on Qitian City’s gates, grumbling, “What are we waiting for? Let’s fight! Attack already!”

“If you’ve got it, then fight!”

“Let’s get fired up!”

XiXi chanted excitedly.

Whoosh—

A gust of wind stirred across the heavens and earth.

Outside the oppressive Qitian City, countless warriors, who had been waiting for the first to step forward, suddenly opened their eyes.

One after another, mighty cultivators of the Heaven-Earth Soul surged forward.

Among the onlookers was a burly figure in a black robe and a bamboo hat, slowly emerging from the crowd of spectators, stepping forward deliberately.

The black robe whipped in the wind while the hat cast his face in shadow.

Yet this solitary figure strode purposefully toward the towering Qitian City, where Demon Gods were unleashing columns of demon aura that ravaged the heavens and earth.

His presence stirred the hearts of many.

“Who is that?”

Curiosity spread among the crowd.

Was he another Jianghu wanderer? In this ruthless world, only fools risked their lives recklessly.

Many veteran Divine Calamity cultivators, who had been merely watching the spectacle, now wondered if a mere wanderer would be the one to make a fatal move.

Most of the top-tier experts present hailed from diverse sects, the Great Jing Court, Da Li Wangting, and ancient families.

They looked down on wandering vagabonds.

They considered it nothing more than a farce.

The lone figure in the black robe and bamboo hat steadily made his way to the base of the West City Tower.

Atop the city gate, the White Crane Demon God fixed his piercing, ice-cold gaze downward, as if cleaving the very air.

The terrifying pressure unique to a Divine Calamity cultivator descended like a mountain.

Yet the Jianghu guest made no sign of trembling.

He remained unnervingly calm.

Boom—!!!

In the next instant, an extraordinary burst of Heavenly Saint energy exploded forth from the tower!

On the city build, the White Crane Demon God squinted his eyes and muttered, “Fourth-Stage Martial Saint… Hmph.”

“White Mantis Demon King, it’s your turn.”

“This is your feast,” he ordered.

No sooner had his words fallen than a flash of white blade erupted behind him, unleashing a torrent of slashing energy that roared in triumph.

White Mantis Demon King—once revered as one of the top five demon kings in Qitian City—had been forced onto the defensive ever since countless powerful demon gods began arriving from Da Chuan.

The White Mantis Demon King hit the ground, and the floor before Qitian City seemed split apart by an invisible scythe of blade energy.

Although he maintained a human form, his hands bore no flesh—only two sharp, white bladed instruments fused with bone.

With every swing, the air itself seemed to shatter.

Facing a top-tier Martial Saint against a Fourth-Stage Martial Saint… there was no suspense.

Yet the Jianghu guest simply smiled, his voice rich and powerful as he asked,

“Is it killable?”

His calm voice reached even the soaring Black Bull Demon God Supreme high above Qitian City, who narrowed his colossal eyes.

“Of course,” came the thundering reply.

“Defeating your opponent is, after all, a kind of victory.”

“If you can kill my Demon King, go ahead. But if you lack the strength and end up slain by him – then it’s on you for overstepping.”

The Black Bull Demon God Supreme’s voice boomed like a great bell.

At these words, the two glaring orbs of the White Mantis Demon King flashed with intense light.

“Die—!!!”

Boom—!

His foot smashed into the ground with a tremendous force, sending ripples through the metal-laden air. Waves of energy cascaded all around as countless slashing currents tore through the space!

The moment the White Mantis Demon King struck, everyone’s eyes fixed in unison.

Boom—!!!

An explosion of blade and demon energy erupted in a blinding burst.

In that instant, the Jianghu guest’s bamboo hat was sliced off by the blade energy, revealing a cascade of jet-black hair whipping wildly through the air like bolts of lightning.

Beneath his unruly hair was a cute Cow Mask, crudely marked with a single incision—a simple slash forming a “1”.

Boom—

Blade energy shattered outwards!

Top-tier White Mantis Demon King suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure!

Rushing slashing energy fell from all sides!

Meanwhile, the assembled onlookers were suddenly roused to full attention.

“Huh? Niu Mo?!”

Many hearts skipped a beat as the name rang clear:

Underworld Ogre!

A name so famous it had long since eclipsed its obscure beginnings.

Underworld!

Even veteran fighters who had considered the foolhardy doings of wandering Jianghu guests now sparkled with renewed excitement!

A hoarse voice rang out from beneath a scratched Cow Mask:

“I am Niu Yi.”

The voice, filled with grit, resounded as the figure’s body suddenly swelled, muscles like twisting dragons bulged, and his fist clenched with an explosive, violent might that nearly stretched his black robe to its limit!

White Mantis Demon King, who had been slicing with his blade energy, suddenly broke into a cold sweat under the crushing pressure akin to a mountain.

A barrage of slashing energy rained down from every direction!

Frozen in place as if by an invisible force, White Mantis Demon King could do nothing but scream in terror.

“Ah—!!!”

The threat of death descended like a shroud. In an instant, his arms—wielding mantis blades—whipped out furiously, breaking free from the oppressive pressure. Countless currents of blade energy mixed with demon aura surged forth!

Boom—!!!

Simple fists and blades collided in a clash devoid of any flamboyance!

A torrent of fist strikes burst forth like a deluge, overwhelming everything in its path!

The shockwave of pure force shattered the White Mantis Demon King’s blade energy and slammed into his chest.

The explosion sent shockwaves like thunder!

The White Mantis Demon King was thrown into an abyss of confusion.

Is this a human?

Could a human possess such a physique?!

It must be fake!

Beneath that black robe, could it be hiding an ancient, terrifying demonic elephant?!

Though endowed with a Demon King’s body, he simply couldn’t withstand it!

The fist struck the White Mantis Demon King’s chest, unleashing a tidal wave of overwhelming force.

The White Mantis Demon King howled in agony!

Boom—

The air behind him shattered into a shockwave that slammed into the gates of Qitian City with crushing force.

A resounding explosion filled the air.

In a split second, the White Mantis Demon King’s flesh burst apart into pieces!

Gushing streams of green demon blood cascaded like a torrential downpour.

Wuwuwuwu—

Waves of wind swept by as the demon aura mingled with the thick scent of incense, pervading both inside and outside Qitian City.

Atop the city tower, the White Crane Demon God’s sharp eyes narrowed in dismay.

“One… one punch?!”

How could the top-tier White Mantis Demon King – a being capable of channeling the staggering power of a half-step Demon God via Witch Demon Calamity – be undone by a single punch?!

Yet… the Jianghu guest seemed unfazed, having shattered him without even a hint of effort!

Elsewhere, cultivators from all major factions fell silent in disbelief.

Truly, the Underworld’s way was one of might and ruthless logic.

“Was that Niu Mo? Or Niu Yi?”

“Isn’t that Underworld Ogre himself?!”

“Can those under his command really be this strong?!”

Voices of debate rang out.

XiXi, excited beyond measure, tugged at Li Che’s arm, “Dad! Is this one of Master Niu Niu’s top warriors?!”

A warm smile spread across Li Che’s face as he nodded subtly.

Lü Taibai, Fang Han Shu, and Lü Qiankun exchanged peculiar glances.

They quickly refocused, scrutinizing the posture of the demons occupying Qitian City – would Niu Yi enter the city calmly, or would he turn on them in a fit of anger?

All eyes were fixed on the outstretched Five Finger Town hand that was gathering up the shattered blood and demon pills of the White Mantis Demon King – clearly, Underworld Ogre Niu Yi was in charge.

“Leave the Demon Pills!”

A voice, gritted through clenched teeth, rang out as sword energy sliced through the air, so sharp it resembled glass being cut by a blade.

Li Che, sporting a Cow Mask etched with a prominent scratch that served as his identity, gripped a white demon pill with his five fingers.

Within his chest, the Wan Yao Di Dao Fruit roiled like a bottomless pit, absorbing every bit of demon aura from the pill.

In mere moments, he devoured an entire Demon King’s pill clean.

Still not satiated, Li Che tucked the demon pill away.

“I earned my demon pill through sheer might—why should I even leave one behind?”

“If I lose, do you expect to keep your Qian Kun Jade unclaimed as well?”

A hoarse voice echoed.

Then Li Che turned his gaze to the Black Bull Demon God Supreme and said, “So, is your so-called rule nothing more than a joke?”

“You’ve passed Qitian City… you may enter.”

The massive, fearsome bull face of the Black Bull Demon God Supreme drooped as it looked fondly at the adorably scratched Cow Mask, almost smiling.

The White Crane Demon God, unwilling to relent, protested, “Demon God—”

But as he began to speak, the Black Bull Demon God Supreme’s voice, thundering like a storm, silenced him.

In the rigid hierarchy of the demon clan, none dared contradict the Black Bull Demon God Supreme, whose aura rivaled that of a true calamity.

Creak—

The West Gate of Qitian City slowly swung open with a heavy, resonant sound.

Li Che cast a quick glance about, smiled softly, pushed his mask down, and strode into the darkness of the city gate.

“To prove that my demon clan will not kill you arbitrarily, choose a residence within Qitian City and then come up to the tower.”

The Black Bull Demon God Supreme commanded.

“Understood,” Li Che replied coolly.

In a heartbeat, he melted into the obsidian depths of the city.

Through the densely permeated demon aura of the dark gate, which seemed to seep even through the tiniest crevices in the walls, he advanced.

For five centuries, the demon clan had truly mastered every inch of Qitian City.

Within the city, myriad demon creatures – some formless, some wild, others with glaring, lethal eyes – roamed the streets.

Thick, eerie mists blended with the demon aura, transforming the whole city into a miniature cavern of the heavens.

Under the watchful eyes of countless demonic beings, Li Che chose an open courtyard.

After a brief pause, he left the courtyard and appeared atop the city wall, not far from the White Crane Demon God.

The White Crane Demon God’s face contorted with grief and murderous intent at the loss of a trusted lieutenant.

Yet, bound by the orders of the Black Bull Demon God Supreme, he dared not defy.

“Yuan Leopard Demon King! Replace White Mantis Demon King’s post!”

“Slay them! Show no mercy – rip apart every human challenger!”

“I want them all dead!”

The White Crane Demon God’s voice, icy and filled with raw bloodlust, boomed.

A fallen subordinate was of little consequence.

The real issue was that his gate had been breached!

Such a breach would make him a laughing stock among all Demon Gods – pure humiliation!

Since humiliation could only be washed away through slaughter, he roared, “Who else dares to assault Qitian City!”

With his hair flying like blades and his crane robes rustling in the wind as though slicing the air itself, he stood atop the tower.

But atop the ramparts, Li Che’s lips curled into a subtle smile beneath his mask.

In a heartbeat, he covertly reconfigured the Painted Immortal Clone.

Among the watching Jianghu guests, another figure slowly emerged from the crowd, stepping forward deliberately.

In that instant, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit in his chest skipped a beat, prompting a sudden change in his form.

The Jianghu guests erupted in amazed whispers.

It seemed the heroes from the Great Realm’s Jianghu were indeed a breed apart!

Buzz—

High atop the city wall, the Yuan Leopard Demon King dropped to the ground. His leopard-like head and piercing eyes conveyed a grave intensity; he dared not underestimate the challenge.

His aura exploded into a half-step Demon God radiance, mixed with Witch Demon Calamity power – a force that heralded a true Dao essence!

The lesson of the White Mantis Demon King was still fresh. How could Yuan Leopard Demon King afford any carelessness?

He fixed his gaze on the figure who had emerged from the Great Realm’s Jianghu – the one in the black robe whose hat flapped wildly in the breeze.

Most Jianghu guests dressed similarly, yet this man sent a chill down Yuan Leopard Demon King’s spine.

But having received orders from the White Crane Demon God, he had no choice but to act.

After all, the siege was dictated by the rules set by the Black Bull Demon God Supreme.

How could he dare defy them?

“Slay—!!!”

With a mighty roar, Yuan Leopard Demon King charged, his roar shattering the air, as torrents of energy exploded around him!

His demonic aura roiled uncontrollably!

A massive, ferocious leopard materialized, baring its razor-sharp fangs!

Without holding back, he unleashed his full fury!

Yet the Jianghu guest merely drew a long sword. The blade trembled as an unyielding, resolute blade intent — desolate and vast — burst forth.

In but three swift strokes, the conflict had reached its climax.

The Heaven-Defying Half-step shattered the Yuan Leopard Demon King’s defenses, sending him reeling in panic and fury!

In a brutal finale, he was cleaved in two and shredded into countless fragments by the relentless blade energy.

Blood gushed like a floral rain…

Meanwhile, the second Jianghu guest – the one who had set the rules alongside the Black Bull Demon God Supreme – calmly clutched Yuan Leopard Demon King’s demon pill, as strands of demon aura were absorbed by the Wan Yao Di Dao Fruit.

Slowly, he removed his bamboo hat.

Beneath the hat was revealed yet another Cow Mask – but this one bore not one, but two distinct scratches!

A subtle smile curled on Li Che’s lips.

By mastering the rules and bending them to his will, he could always feed the Dao Fruit!

“If you dare to unleash a Demon King, know that the Underworld will take you in without mercy!”

Beneath his mask, his eyes shone brilliantly as he fixed his gaze on the White Crane Demon God perched atop the tower.

A light, carefree laugh escaped him.

“Underworld Ogre Niu Two, I accept your challenge.”

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