Chapter 363: Slaying

When the body disappears into the normal void, most attacks are rendered completely ineffective.

The 'Heaven and Earth Roaming Dragon Saber' is hailed as the greatest movement art in human history. Senior Ye Hong, for example, could reside in the deepest layers of the void, even deeper than Meng Chuan, projecting a full eighty-one avatars externally, thereby making himself invincible. Meng Chuan is not quite invincible, but he can still diminish an enemy's methods by over ninety percent.

For an enemy to attack with full force, they must first shatter the shallower layers of the void to compel his true body to emerge.

However, once the void is shattered, the attack's power is significantly reduced, greatly lowering the threat to Meng Chuan.

For experts whose physical bodies hide within the deep void, the void itself becomes their primary protective measure. This is an extremely formidable technique, rendering many attacks entirely useless.

Every art has its specialization.

The movement art derived from Meng Chuan's 'Endless Saber' is fast and powerful, but it cannot penetrate the deep void.

The 'Cloud-Mist Dragon-Serpent Movement Art,' while only moderately effective in killing enemies, is infinitely variable, allowing one to move as agilely as a fish in the deep void.

"It's my turn!" Meng Chuan thought, moving stealthily in the deep void aboard his Bloodblade Disk, a murderous glint in his eyes.

Of the eighteen bloodblades safeguarding him, nine immediately shot forth. These nine bloodblades executed the Cloud-Mist Dragon-Serpent Saber Art, subtly traversing the deep void and approaching the enemy.

Unlike Meng Chuan, who would still project nine avatars in the superficial void, these nine bloodblades, moving at ultra-high speeds, appeared only as dozens of blurry afterimages instantly closing in on Demon Monarch Changyou.

"I recognize Ancestor Huangyao, and that black-robed figure once attempted to persuade me. Both of them seem extraordinary. But that demon monarch, he's the most discreet," Meng Chuan mused, vaguely sensing that he held the key.

In a life-and-death struggle, there was no time for further thought.

He was the one!

"Careful!" Ancestor Huangyao and Black-Robed Beijue exclaimed, their expressions shifting, but the bloodblades were too swift!

A mass of blurry afterimages reached Demon Monarch Changyou in an instant. Though both sensed the danger, they had no time to intervene.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!!!

Each bloodblade entered the superficial void only when it reached close range to strike.

"Not good," Demon Monarch Changyou exclaimed, his face paling. In a panic, he desperately deployed the two newly condensed Great Destruction Rays to defend. While these streaks of bloodblade light were executing the Cloud-Mist Dragon-Serpent Saber Art and their power wasn't considered exceptionally strong, they were nonetheless unleashed by Tribulation Realm-tier mystic treasures, possessing power equivalent to a peak Marquis-level, and were incredibly adaptable.

At such extreme close range, Demon Monarch Changyou, a Fifth Heaven Demon Monarch who had only broken through a few years prior, couldn't intercept the streaks of bloodblade light, even while wielding the Great Destruction Rays.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft." Each streak of bloodblade light bypassed the Great Destruction Rays and then penetrated his body.

His head, chest, abdomen...

In almost a blink of an eye, Demon Monarch Changyou's body was completely pulverized, and he instantly lost his life.

"He was truly weak," Meng Chuan thought, somewhat surprised from within the deep void. He had prepared nine bloodblades to besiege Demon Monarch Changyou, but to his astonishment, the very first bloodblade had pierced the demon monarch's head with astonishing ease.

With a single thought, the nine bloodblades submerged into the deep void once more, this time rapidly closing in on Black-Robed Beijue.

"Beijue, he's coming for you," Ancestor Huangyao transmitted.

Streaks of bloodblade light abruptly appeared at close range, but Black-Robed Beijue merely flicked his sleeve, sending the bloodblades flying. Standing calmly in place, he transmitted, "Brother Huangyao, I will use the Great Destruction Rays to force his true body out, and simultaneously affect him with an Essence Soul mystic technique. You strike with all your might and seize the opportunity to kill him."

"Understood," Ancestor Huangyao agreed, also deeming it the most suitable method.

The three demon monarchs could perfectly activate the Three Absolutes Formation. Even if one companion fell in battle, the remaining two demon monarchs could still barely maintain the formation. After all, the Three Absolutes Formation was a grand demon race array, not easily shattered.

Of course, the formation's power would be diminished.

"This black-robed demon monarch is formidable, with an extremely high cultivation realm. He can easily break through my bloodblades even when I use the Cloud-Mist Dragon-Serpent Saber Art for close-range attacks. Since cunning isn't working, I'll have to break through with brute force," Meng Chuan thought, his mind shifting, and his technique changed accordingly.

After appearing near Black-Robed Beijue, each of the nine bloodblades transformed into a dazzling beam of light. Their speed was extreme.

Endless Saber!

Their power was equally immense. Even Meng Chuan, by utilizing the Bloodblade Disk, could unleash power at the 'Creation Realm threshold' – several times stronger than the Cloud-Mist Dragon-Serpent Saber Art he had used before.

Facing the terrifying bloodblades, Black-Robed Beijue remained perfectly calm, manipulating fifteen Great Destruction Rays to instantly sweep towards Meng Chuan's location!

It was a simultaneous exchange of blows!

Rumble!

The Great Destruction Rays were slightly faster than the bloodblades, instantly pulverizing the void within a one to two-mile radius, causing Meng Chuan to reappear. Furthermore, an Essence Soul mystic technique assailed Meng Chuan.

"Not good," Meng Chuan thought, fully concentrating on defense. Yet, the feeling was peculiar. The nine bloodblades, encircling his body, formed a self-contained system. The black-robed demon monarch's Essence Soul mystic technique struggled to penetrate the protective formation of the 'nine bloodblades,' its power greatly diminished, with only an estimated ten to twenty percent remaining. Although Meng Chuan felt enveloped by numerous illusions, he managed to guard his inner self.

"A protective mystic treasure forged by a Seventh Tribulation Realm Essence Soul mighty one for a junior truly is extraordinary," Meng Chuan mused.

The defensive techniques of a Tribulation Realm-tier mystic treasure could significantly weaken even Essence Soul mystic techniques.

"Kill!" Ancestor Huangyao had already charged forward with all his might, his saber light transforming into a surging River of the Underworld.

However, Meng Chuan vanished again, once more hiding in the deep void.

"What?" Black-Robed Beijue couldn't believe it; his illusion technique had been completely ineffective.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!!

Streaks of bloodblade light also struck. As Black-Robed Beijue flicked his sleeve to defend, he felt a terrifying impact.

"Not good," Black-Robed Beijue's expression changed.

With immense effort, he barely managed to block three bloodblades, but his posture distorted. The fourth bloodblade grazed his palm and plunged into his chest.

The fifth, sixth, and seventh bloodblades... struck in quick succession.

After all, Demon Saint Black-Robed Beijue was not adept at close-quarters combat; his path was not one of direct fighting. While he could block the Cloud-Mist Dragon-Serpent Saber Art with its myriad variations and relatively weaker power, the Endless Saber's techniques, being several times more powerful, exceeded his limit for frontal combat.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!" Demon Saint Black-Robed Beijue's physical body continuously exploded.

The nine bloodblades repeatedly pierced his body, dozens of times in a blink of an eye. With continuous bursts of power, Demon Saint Black-Robed Beijue's body completely disintegrated, turning into countless fragments.

In this exchange of blows, Meng Chuan withstood the attack, and the demon race's plan failed.

However, Demon Saint Black-Robed Beijue couldn't withstand it and was utterly annihilated.

Ancestor Huangyao wasn't worried about his companion; Demon Saint Beijue specialized in avatars and clones, and the one here was merely a powerful clone.

"Beijue, your illusion technique didn't affect him at all, and my saber strike didn't even hit him. You've really put me in a bind!" Ancestor Huangyao could sense that the Three Absolutes Formation was already beginning to collapse; he alone, as a single demon monarch, could no longer maintain the array.

What he needed to consider now was not killing the mysterious Godfiend, but escaping with his life! He didn't even have time to dismantle and move the Three Absolutes Formation.

"Ancestor Huangyao, you won't escape!" Meng Chuan's voice echoed through the underground area. Today, it was time to avenge Xue Feng.