Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

Stars fill the sky.

Sword.

Returns to sheath.

Wu Xiaode stands on the rooftop of the abandoned hospital, looking up to see the stars in the sky extinguished one by one.

"Is it dead?"

He asked.

"It had help just now," the Sword Cultivator said.

"What a pity," Wu Xiaode sighed.

"No need for pity, that sword was just a greeting - I won't let it die so easily, it has many debts to repay, besides, how can it avoid the battlefield, climb the Holy Pillar alone, is also a strange thing," the Sword Cultivator said.

In the sky.

The U-level Evil Demon reappeared.

Half of its body turned into eternally falling gray quicksand, its expression filled with pain.

"Mend."

It growled lowly.

But the gray quicksand only moved slightly, unable to transform into its body and mend again.

It consecutively used seven or eight spell seals but could only maintain the state of the wound, preventing further expansion.

"The power of eternal extinction will continue to act on you, allowing you to slightly taste the pain of all beings."

"——How does it feel?"

The Sword Cultivator asked softly.

The Evil Demon laughed coldly, shaking its head, "Anyone who stands up for the weak is just one of the weak."

It changed its handprints.

Heaven and earth transformed accordingly.

Apart from the abandoned hospital, the entire world turned into endless writhing flesh.

——It seems to be making a full effort!

The U-level Evil Demon did not look at the Sword Cultivator but fixed its gaze on Wu Xiaode.

A trace of worry flashed in the Sword Cultivator's eyes.

——After all, among these beings, each one exists beyond the U level.

If they find a chance to kill Wu Xiaode——

Participation qualifications would be lost.

"No need to worry."

Wu Xiaode spoke.

He placed his hand on the Evil Spirit Book and said softly:

"Anger of billions of beings, formed through karmic connections, gathers in my body, resonates with sentimental past blood and tears, anguish and parting sighs, achieving this fury battle demon extermination technique——"

"All-Dimensional Vertical Image!"

In an instant.

He disappeared from the spot, and behind him, countless bronze bricks were absorbed into the Void, vanishing.

A bronze brick fell, caught by the Sword Cultivator.

Wu Xiaode's voice emerged from the bronze brick:

"I can freely traverse within each bronze brick, holding this brick equals protecting my life."

"Alright," the Sword Cultivator said.

With a flip of his hand, he stored the brick in the storage bag.

——Now there is no need for any worries!

The Sword Cultivator extended his hand.

A gracefully singing longsword descended from the sky, held in his hand.

"Young master, I am ready."

A female voice arose from the sword's edge.

The Sword Cultivator smiled, reversing his grip on the sword, looked up at the Evil Demon in midair, and casually said:

"You hid in obscure places, climbing the Holy Pillar by slaughtering beings, which just proves your inner fear of the battlefield."

"You are unworthy of being called strong."

"Better to continue repaying your debts!"

The U-level Evil Demon sneered:

"Do you think one person can defeat all of us?"

As the words fell.

One after another, Evil Objects emerged from the writhing flesh.

They quickly filled the sky.

The U-level Evil Demon loudly said:

"You weaklings should have paved my path to the Holy Pillar with your flesh and souls, yet you don't feel honored by this, even going so far as to disrupt our plan——"

Suddenly, a change occurred!

But then the Void shifted, densely appearing bronze bricks quickly formed a giant bronze hand, clasped into a spell.

The Sword Cultivator immediately sensed it, laughed heartily:

"Surely a person adept in battle!"

His clothes and hair fluttered without wind, he held the sword and struck forward——

As if cooperating with this strike, the whole world suddenly turned 2D, everything could only move back and forth, up and down.

——Dimensional Collapse·Space!

This is Wu Xiaode's method!

The Sword Cultivator naturally did not waste the assistance of this move.

——Enemies unable to dodge are naturally the best enemies!

The moment Wu Xiaode's technique was completed, the Sword Cultivator's gracefully singing longsword struck forward.

"Don't even think about it!"

The Evil Demon erupted with a heaven-shaking roar.

All the Evil Demons acted simultaneously, instantly reversing the dimensional collapse, restoring everything as before.

The 2D picture world seemed to exist only for a moment.

Yet in that moment, it seemed a world-shaking sword glow once illuminated the entire world.

Its appearance was so fast, it felt like an illusion.

Clang!

The Sword Cultivator sheathed the sword, raised his head in the wind, and waved to the countless Evil Demons.

"Goodbye."

He said gently.

All the Evil Demons froze in place.

The writhing flesh that replaced heaven and earth ceased to move.

Only the U-level Evil Demon continued to float alone in midair, struggling to raise a hand, as if wanting to do something.

Crack.

Its shadow hand suddenly shattered, turning into swirling dust, lost in the wind, into the Void.

The wind rose.

The wind howled fiercely between heaven and earth, sweeping away all enemies.

All the Evil Demons turned into endless dust, penetrating the sky and scattering toward the universe.

The ruins of Pangu World returned to their original state.

Only the U-grade demon floated mid-air.

The Sword Cultivator placed his long sword into the Void behind him, letting the sword vanish before he looked up and said:

"I'm really sorry, but I have a small favor to ask."

"If you have any more allies, hurry up and find them—I'll wait right here while you call them all, so I don't have to hunt them down one by one later."

The U-grade demon's eyes flashed with an unprecedented fear and it gritted its teeth, saying:

"You... will regret this."

"Hurry up, time is money," the Sword Cultivator said.

The demon saw that he truly had no intention of attacking further and heaved a sigh of relief, then couldn't help but tremble.

This was clearly a remote backwater—

Why would such a terrifying person appear here?

On another front.

A distant galaxy.

In the surveillance agency that had just completed a transmission.

A figure descended rapidly, hurriedly saluting the Order Keeper:

"The Tribunal elders have sent a message, requesting everyone to retreat to more distant galaxies!"

Everyone stood frozen in place, seemingly unable to believe these words.

The Order Keeper said solemnly:

"Is such a thing necessary?"

"These are just the New Pilgrims who have just acquired combat qualifications. Although they are indeed excellent, along with the help of Liu Ping, do we truly need to retreat again?"

The figure answered respectfully: "The Sword Cultivator just unleashed another strike, transcending all Taos, severing eight hundred million annihilation sword lights in an instant, obliterating all the demon's battlefield participants."

"This kind of loss will surely drive the demons mad!"

"Next, they can only save the losing battle by committing their entire race to fight."

"With a battle of this scale, the mightiest of them all will be watching closely, and some might even get involved."

"——This could very likely trigger the War of Epoch Destruction!"

"You all must retreat immediately!"

The Order Keeper drew a sharp breath, couldn't help but say: "If it's such a level of battle, we won't retreat in time!"

"There's still a chance; the Compassionate Father of the Holy Country is on his way to the battlefield," the figure said.

"Then what are we waiting for—"

The Order Keeper shouted: "Transmit my orders, abandon all battlefield monitoring, evacuate!"

Back again in Pangu World.

Liu Ping slung the Prison Suppressing Blade over his shoulder and looked up at the sky.

"Gu Qingshan is indeed cunning, knowing to leave bait for fishing; if only I'd done the same."

"Hmph."

The sky was desolate.

None of the old enemies came to challenge him.

The murderous aura on him grew more intense, his eyes blood-red as he glanced back.

Since that's the case.

Then let's head to Wu Xiaode and Gu Qingshan's side.

He had just stepped forward, when suddenly the Void flickered, and an old man in a white robe appeared.

"Oh? How have you come here, and in your true form?"

Liu Ping asked in surprise.

"You know, as the chief judge, I'm entitled to demand you pay for world destruction compensation."

The old man said expressionlessly, handing over a long list.

Liu Ping took a look, only to find a densely packed list of expenses.

"I didn't destroy anything, why is it so expensive."

He couldn't help but shout.

"Your companions went berserk; you better persuade him quickly." The old man seemed a bit troubled as well.

"Damn it, finally back home, and I can't go on a killing spree?" Liu Ping protested.

The old man's expression softened a bit, sighing:

"You three are all good business partners with me, I originally didn't plan to come, but the battlefield has limits too, don't destroy everything!"

Liu Ping stepped forward, lowered his voice and said: "For the sake of you always sending an avatar to follow me, this amount."

He gestured with his fingers.

The old man's eyebrows twitched, he shook his head, and gestured with another number.

Liu Ping widened his eyes and shouted:

"Why don't you go rob!"

The old man maintained a holy and serene expression, still holding up the amount on his fingers.

Liu Ping thought for a moment, reached out and gestured yet another number.

The old man then nodded slightly.

Turning around as he walked toward the Void, he said:

"As newcomers on the battlefield for the first time, under the premise of not knowing the rules, occasionally destroying a galaxy, triggering an all-out war, and exterminating participating races, is understandable."

"As the judge, I am absolutely fair."

"——Remember, we never met today."

As his voice fell, he vanished immediately.

Liu Ping stood there, suddenly shivering, and shouted loudly:

"I've paid the money, so this time I've got to kill to my heart's content!"

He swept through the Void, instantly crossing a thousand miles, returning to the top of the abandoned hospital building.

The Evil Demon was nowhere to be seen.

Gu Qingshan and Wu Xiaode were sitting around the hot pot, pouring drinks.

"You're back?"

Gu Qingshan greeted him.

"Have a drink?" Wu Xiaode raised his glass toward him.

"You guys went too far; I had to spend a great deal of money to settle with that Holy guy." Liu Ping sat down and sighed.

Gu Qingshan and Wu Xiaode exchanged glances.

"Don't worry about money; since you spent it, it's as if we all spent it."

Gu Qingshan handed over a glass of wine, patting him on the shoulder.

"Come on, talking money ruins relationships, eat up, eat up."

Wu Xiaode quickly helped him with some food.