Chapter 108: Lu Buwei’s Shining Moment

Fan Deng led fifty thousand cavalry, their spears slick with blood. Grinning from ear to ear, he vaulted up onto the city wall and landed with a flourish right beside Fan Pei and Yu Wenrong.

Gazing down at the battlefield strewn with Demon Race corpses, Fan Deng burst into hearty laughter. “That was exhilarating! I’ve never had so much fun killing before. It was like slicing vegetables—one poke, one down!”

“By the way, did you guys see me out there? My spear danced like a dragon and I went popping those Demon soldiers’ heads one after another. Then I spun around with style, and they toppled like cabbages!”

With an arm around each of their shoulders, Fan Deng smiled slyly, eyes twinkling as he looked at his two companions.

Fan Pei cast a glance at the carnage below, responding halfheartedly, “Not bad, Little Brother Fan Deng. I saw it all—those demons didn’t stand a chance. You’re the strongest out there.”

Fan Deng’s nose shot up with pride. “Of course! To me, these demons are nothing. Bring another fifty thousand and I’ll cut them down just the same!”

Yu Wenrong let out a sigh, interrupting their banter. “Have you noticed that the demons sent over this time seem like the old, the weak, and the sickly? Something feels off to me.”

Fan Deng flung an arm around Yu Wenrong, flashing a roguish grin. “General Yu Wen, maybe you’re overthinking it. With us guarding this crucial checkpoint, what more can the demons do—grow wings and fly right over?”

“Maybe so. Guess I’ll hope I’m just being paranoid,” Yu Wenrong said, shaking his head as he slipped free and took a step away.

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Meanwhile, at the gates of Vast Sea City.

The entrance was already swarming with a dark mass of Demon Race soldiers. The sky overhead felt suffocating, like storm clouds hiding the sun, leaving people gasping for air.

City Lord Lu Buwei stood firm, facing off against Moran and Muyan—both mid-stage Demon Saint Realm powerhouses. Twenty thousand elite Demon Monarch Realm troops stood at their backs as they launched a full-scale invasion, but Lu Buwei’s expression didn’t change.

Hovering in the air, Moran called down coldly, “City Lord of Vast Sea City! I’ll give you one chance. Open the gates, lead your people out to kneel and beg for mercy, and you might live. Otherwise, all you’ll find is death!”

Lu Buwei threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, so all Demon Race rabble are like you, all bark and no bite? Meeting you today really left an impression—ha!”

“How dare a mere human insult our commander! You’re asking for death!” A thousand Demon squad leaders erupted in fury, eager to cut Lu Buwei down on the spot.

“City Lord, are you sure you don’t want to reconsider my offer? I’m not fond of killing, but once I start, I don’t hold back!” Moran blocked his underlings and smiled sweetly at Lu Buwei, every word carrying a threat.

Lu Buwei clutched his belly and snickered. “‘Not fond of killing’—that’s a good one. If all you have is your silver tongue, then my advice is go home and cry to your mother!” He burst out laughing.

Muyan’s face darkened as he stepped forward. “Looks like good advice is wasted on you. In that case, allow me to send you on your way!”

In a flash, Muyan unleashed the full power of his mid-stage Demon Saint Realm. His aura crashed down as he struck out with a palm, but Lu Buwei dodged aside just as the gate behind him was pulverized to dust.

“Fast reflexes, human. Let’s see how you handle this!” Muyan drew his blade in a blur. “Demon God’s Edge!”

A crimson great blade slashed down from the sky, thunderstorms of violent energy funneling toward Lu Buwei.

“What a weak move. Even the granny next door could dodge this!” Lu Buwei grinned devilishly, flashing out of the way and blocking the attack with one hand.

Muyan stared in disbelief as Lu Buwei handled his blow so casually. “Impossible! You shrugged off my all-out strike? No way—you’ve been acting weak on purpose!”

“Honestly, I wanted to keep a low profile, but my strength just wouldn’t let me!” Lu Buwei sighed, picking at his ear, then unleashed his own cultivation—a blinding surge at fifth stage Sword Saint Realm!

A crushing force radiated from Lu Buwei, and under Muyan’s awestruck gaze, he sprang into motion.

“Little demon, taste my move! Consider it an honor to die by this attack—Great Sun Buddha Palm!”

Lu Buwei, fierce as a tidal beast, his left hand aglow with golden light, struck Muyan hard in the chest under the gaze of two hundred thousand demon soldiers.

“How can we have similar cultivation, yet this happens? I refuse to accept it!” Muyan took the full brunt of the hit, his body crashing to the ground like a broken kite, leaving a pit on impact.

All his ribs snapped, his body beyond repair. His cultivation shattered, he coughed blood uncontrollably and passed out on the spot. Seeing the disaster, Moran rushed to help him up.

Moran roared, “Something’s wrong with this man! Everyone, attack—give it everything you’ve got! Kill him!”

Moran exploded with Demon Saint Realm power, and a thousand squad leaders behind him released their Demon Sovereign Realm cultivations all at once.

Their murderous fury swept out like a shadow cutting through the night, each one unleashing their strongest skill on Lu Buwei alongside Moran.

“Perfect timing. Let me enlighten you all—Ten Thousand Buddhas Bow in Reverence!” Behind Lu Buwei, a giant Buddha statue shimmered into existence, its thousand hands slapping down on Moran and the others.

A thousand demon elites felt the golden palms crash over them. In an instant, it was like their cultivation was suppressed by an entire realm, their strength plummeting under the Buddha’s radiance.

Dozens of squad leaders caught on and roared, “Damn it! What kind of move is this? Why is our cultivation dropping?!”

Moran fought with everything he had to block the blow, yet he was still gravely wounded. To his horror, his cultivation plummeted down to mid-stage Demon Sovereign Realm, and he was sent flying into a pit, barely clinging to life.

With a furious yell, Moran admitted defeat. “I knew you were strong, but I never imagined you were this ridiculously powerful! I miscalculated!”

He stared dumbly at Lu Buwei high up in the sky, his vision faded to black, and he passed out.

The other demon squad leaders weren’t so lucky. With unwilling cries and disbelief frozen on their faces, the Buddha’s massive hands slammed down, turning them into nothing but pulp. Over a thousand Demon Sovereign Realm elites perished on the spot.

In a flash, nearly half of the two hundred thousand elite force was wiped out. The ground was pitted and hollow, everywhere touched by the Buddha’s palm left nothing alive—not even chickens or dogs. The demon elites were paralyzed in terror, unable to move.

Those stunned demon troops, eyes wide in shock and fear, were swiftly ended by one more palm from Lu Buwei, their bodies left for eternity on that field.

This supposedly invincible force of a million demons had two hundred thousand of its finest destroyed almost instantly—Muyan and Moran included.

The ground was awash in blood and torn flesh, the soil stained deep red for inches down. Overhead, flocks of crows circled hungrily, drawn by the feast below.

Lu Buwei turned, carefree and unhurried. “At the peak of immortals, at the peak of dao, as long as Vast Sea has me, I am the heavens!”

【Demon Race Ranks: Demon Soldier, Demon Warrior, Demon General, Demon Monarch, Demon Sovereign, Demon Saint, Demon Venerable, Demon God. Each grade has early, mid, late, and peak stages.】