The First Demon of the Chan Sect

Ten Thousand Rolls of Thunder Clouds rose abruptly from the ground, creating a world of lightning. The purple and green electric lights surged down tumultuously, thunder roared like a tide, shattering everything in the sea area, burning brightly as the heavens and earth were shrouded in a vast expanse of purple.

"Boom!"

The thunderclap was so loud that it made one's eardrums numb, its boundless might pouring down like the Milky Way from the Nine Heavens, as if thousands of great stars were smashing down.

The terror of the Thunder Sea engulfed all disciples of Ziwei Palace led by the elderly cultivator, and many disciples whose cultivation had not yet reached the Sub-Saint Realm were clutching their heads, violently writhing on the ground, in extreme agony.

"Rumble rumble rumble!"

After an unknown period, when the lightning ceased and the clouds of calamity dispersed, the sea bed of the Sea of Death God had also taken on a new look.

The sand at the bottom of the sea looked like burnt charcoal, emitting a thick smell of saltpeter. The water level of the pitch-black Sea of Death God had dropped a full ten points due to the evaporation from the lightning, and the mountains and fierce beasts on the sea bed had also suffered undeserved disaster—mountain ranges destroyed, fierce beasts slaughtered wholesale.

Of course, the most unlucky were the Ziwei Palace disciples. Those disciples above the Sub-Saint Realm were better off, protected by their higher cultivation and powerful spiritual treasures, suffering not the slightest harm. But for those cultivators at only the Quasi-Saint Realm, it was a great calamity, with not only their spiritual treasures destroyed but their lives unable to be preserved.

Thus, out of the original tens of thousands of disciples, after a storm of Heavenly Thunder, only half remained.

Li Qingming stared at the Ziwei Palace disciples who had survived the calamity, fixing his gaze on the white linen-robed elderly cultivator at the forefront and said, "Jiang Shang, Jiang Ziya?"

Having lost more than half of his disciples, Jiang Ziya was naturally not in a good mood, but this was also self-inflicted – who told him to encounter Li Qingming, this freak.

Jiang Ziya's face was dark as he shook his long eyebrows and staring at Li Qingming's unfamiliar face, said, "Indeed, I am Jiang Shang!"

Li Qingming glanced at Jiang Shang, sensing the faint divine flame of the Divine Tao within him, and the corner of his mouth curved up in a mocking smile, "People always say how much Jiang Ziya respects his master and the Tao, but in my view, it's all a joke! When the catastrophe came, for your selfish interests, didn't you abandon your disciples and flee alone from Pangu's Great Thousand World?"

Jiang Ziya's face changed and he said, "What Pangu's Great Thousand World? I don't understand!"

"Don't understand?" Li Qingming laughed heartily, casually pulling over Jiang Jili from Long Xuhu, throwing him to the ground and said, "Your son is in our hands. What's more important, life or explaining your origins?"

"Father, save me..." With a bruised and swollen head, Jiang Jili had just seen Jiang Ziya and cried out in excitement, his sobs so forceful that they aggravated the wounds on his face, twisting his already unrecognizable features even more grotesquely.

"Li'er..." At first, when Jiang Ziya saw the figure thrown to the ground, he thought his opponent was releasing some demon beast. Little did he know it was his son, Jiang Jili.

Seeing the disfigured visage, Jiang Ziya was both anxious and angry. He glared furiously at Li Qingming and said, "Whoever you are! Release Li'er immediately, and you may keep a Residual Soul to reincarnate and cultivate anew. Otherwise, I will extract your Divine Soul and condemn you to the Nine Nethers to burn for hundreds of millions of years, forever preventing your transcendence!"

"Hahaha..." Hearing this, Li Qingming laughed heartily as if he had just heard something amusing.

Infuriated by Li Qingming's laughter, Jiang Ziya yelled, "What are you laughing at? I say again for the last time, release Li'er at once, or else..."

"Or else what?" Li Qingming sneered, interrupting Jiang Ziya and said, "What kind of person are you, Jiang Ziya, that you think I don't know? During the Divine Enthronement, you were merely at the Heavenly Immortal Realm. Your success depended on Yang Jian, Guang Chengzi, and other second and third-generation disciples of Chan Sect! Talking about yourself alone, you're nothing!"

"What! Who are you—just who exactly are you?" At this moment, Jiang Ziya was finally unable to stay calm, staring at Li Qingming with his face full of horror, completely rattled.

"Who I am doesn't matter, and there's no need to tell you." Li Qingming stepped forward and grabbed the constantly wailing and crying Jiang Jili by the neck, then flung him back.

"Damned junior!" Seeing his son humiliated, Jiang Ziya burst into rage and suddenly stretched out a withered hand towards Li Qingming's head, moving as fast as lightning.

"Clang!"

Li Qingming gestured in the air with a finger, and when his finger met the hand, a fierce clanging sound of metal striking metal rang out, sparking golden sparks.

"Who... who exactly are you?" Jiang Ziya was shocked. He hadn't expected this seemingly young cultivator to be such a highly cultivated great power. His casual palm strike, comparable to a full blow at the Sub-Saint Peak, was so easily broken?

Li Qingming withdrew his finger and shook his head, saying, "Trash is trash! Two epochs have passed, and you have only achieved the middle stage of Saint Realm! Alas, a rotten wood cannot be carved."

"How insolent!" Before Jiang Ziya could respond, Sun God Apollo, who was following closely behind, stepped out and scolded loudly, "My Master's cultivation reaches the heavens, who are you to carelessly comment as a mere Sub-Saint! Meet your death!"

Speaking, Apollo soared into the air, either overestimating his own ability or not taking Li Qingming seriously at all. Just like Jiang Ziya, he extended a giant hand from a distance, reaching for Li Qingming far away.

This Sun God Apollo, under the careful teaching of Jiang Ziya, had indeed reached the standard of Half-step Saint, on par with Li Qingming before the Primordial Spirit entered his body. Thus, if his strike hit, it could scorch all the sand and rocks on the seabed for tens or even hundreds of miles around into wasteland.

"Think you can fight Brother Li? First, get past me!" Man Niu suddenly flashed beneath the giant palm. With no other action, he swung the Wolf Fang Club vigorously with the rich Power of Laws swirling around it, and with great force he lifted the massive hand away. The golden Tao Runes, like a set of sharp knives, surged upward in reversal.

The edge of the blade was piercingly cold, instantly dividing the pitch-black sea into streams of flow. They twined towards Apollo's palm like water dragons, tumultuous and overpowering.

The water's momentum was incredibly fierce, stirring up the entire Sea of Death God. The water prison, lacking the protection of the Array, swayed from side to side before finally collapsing, raising a wave of dirty air.

Apollo was startled, his probing right hand was pierced in an instant, a large amount of eye-dazzling blood splattering, and his bones felt excruciating pain.

But he was, after all, a Half-step Saint. The divine power in his body surged, and the wounds on his right palm stopped immediately.

He zipped sideways for hundreds of yards at lightning speed, instantly evading the attack of the cold underwater current, and spoke with a bone-chilling voice, "You, a mere Sub-Saint, actually managed to injure me relying on the power of the Spiritual Treasure; indeed, that is commendable! But, without the corresponding strength, to attempt to hinder me by relying on the power of the Spiritual Treasure alone is suicidal! Once I have slain you, I will kill that ignorant Brother Li of yours!"

"Hasn't anyone ever told you, fuck, you talk too much? Take a beating from grandpa!" Man Niu coldly smiled, leaving an afterimage in place as he flashed like lightning to the sea region above Apollo's head, and swung his club down fiercely.

The Wolf Fang Club radiated bursts of golden light aura, incredibly powerful, wielding the force of the Nine-Turned Golden Body that could shatter the stars themselves!

Apollo was caught unawares, and only when the club was above his head did he react. In haste, he only managed to direct a portion of his divine power to his arms and struck upwards.

"Pfft!"

Apollo let out a muffled grunt as his clean palm met the Wolf Fang Club, trembling for a moment, the entire palm bursting open, causing a series of crisp sounds in his arm, the pain unbearable.

"Ha ha ha, aren't you a lofty Half-step Saint? How come you are oppressed so miserably by a mere little Sub-Saint! Is it that you haven't learned enough, or did your plague-ridden Master hold back some tricks and didn't teach you properly!" After so much time spent trading insults with Long Xuhu, Man Niu's mouth had become extremely vicious.

His words were not only insulting Apollo, but were also stirring up trouble between the Master and disciple, truly malicious to the extreme!

"Shut up, you baldy!" Apollo, shaking all over with rage, a golden divine aura suddenly burst forth from his body, and, incensed by Man Niu's taunt, he hastily healed the wounds on his arm, then gaped and expelled a grey mist.

"Crackling..."

The mist surged, instantly forming a metallic chain tinged with gold and green, as if forged amidst stardust, emanating a fearsome killing aura.

"Divine Skill, Binding!" Apollo chanted the Spell, one after another Divine Tao Rune effusing, flinging the chain in his hand forward.

This was a Divine Forbidden Technique. Once seized by this "Binding" skill, that gold-and-green-striped metal chain would cling like a parasitic maggot, wrapping tightly around the targeted enemy, disintegrating their life force, eradicating their Cultivation, leaving only the Divine Soul to be dragged into the endless Nine Nether to burn and languish.

The onlookers not far off, sensing that peculiar aura, all became solemn.

"Divine Skill!" Li Qingming's voice was deep, his eyes brimming with sharp light.

Shakyamuni brought his palms together, declaring, "Amitabha Buddha! In my humble opinion, Man Niu Benefactor may not be a match for this yellow-haired, golden-eyed member of the Alien Race! We should quickly rescue Man Niu Benefactor!"

"Yes, Big Brother! Let me go save Brother Man Niu!" Li Qingquan, too, felt a chill upon seeing the ominous chain that seemed poised to devour.

Li Qingming frowned, deep in thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled warmly saying, "No need, he can handle it on his own!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)