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Chapter 130 - 129: Demon-Slaying True Sword

Finally connected.

The message was still sent by Lin Qing.

"The amplifier is up, can you receive it?"

Chen Xuan replied with a thumbs-up emoji, then took out his scanning gun.

He first scanned the Tower of Flesh and Blood, but the screen showed an unrecognized item. In other words, Demon Fiends could never be his guests. He then scanned himself, to see if he could find some useful abilities from his inventory.

Wait... "Decomposition and Re-Fusion" seems to originate from their world.

Would this ability be useful to them?

Chen Xuan switched the Thousand Thoughts Sword for Decomposition and Re-Fusion, then aimed at a swinging tendril—he found that these tendrils were actually independent of each other, and the ability did not treat them as a whole. Only when aiming at the Tower of Flesh and Blood did the cost skyrocket, almost requiring more than a hundred of himself to fuse it.

If he fused the tendrils individually, then he would only need a small cost, like a nail-sized patch of skin.

The problem is that there are so many tendrils, that trying to fuse them all might require peeling off several layers of skin.

But what if he adds the "Curse: Flesh and Blood Hunger" to it?

Then he would become like that human centipede, sprouting numerous parts that shouldn’t exist, while his cost-paying ability would greatly increase.

Chen Xuan tried swapping it with the Celestial Thunder Order.

In an instant, a strong thirst surged into his heart, his whole body seemed to burn, the scorching pain and desire for flesh making him dizzy. Seeing those swinging tendrils and intestines hanging from the sky, he really wanted to take a bite.

Whether he eats or uses the ability to fuse, only by letting others’ flesh flow into him can he quell this thirst!

At this moment, Liu Shuyue ended her Wind Riding, landing in front of him with Jiu. "The timing is almost right, I think we can try once more."

That face... truly tender. The skin, as fragile as can be broken with a flick, with veins faintly visible underneath...

And that neck, which can be grasped with one hand.

If he were to now catch her shoulders and bite down fiercely on her face, it would certainly be satisfying.

"Chen Xuan?" Liu Shuyue approached.

Not good, not good, this ability would snatch away one’s sanity, utterly ineffective. Chen Xuan quickly stored the ability in his inventory, "...I’m fine, do you plan to use the Demon-Slaying True Sword next?"

"If not, it would be hard to injure the Great Demon. It might not be the Demon Fiend I’m familiar with, but this aura resembles that of a Great Demon, requiring unique spells to disrupt its spiritual qi to effectively harm it." Liu Shuyue paused and continued, "Moreover, the situation is urgent, isn’t it?"

Chen Xuan followed her gaze upward, seeing the sky membrane nearly droplet-shaped, with a mass of yellow murky liquid and the shadow of a heart gathering at the droplet’s head, as if ready to tear open the membrane and fall from above.

The clouds had already completely turned dark red, like cotton balls soaked in blood. This cast a crimson shadow over the entire city, looking ominous and unsettling.

This anxious emotion also affected the surrounding cultivators.

The casualties noticeably increased.

Initially, they were merely following the Immortal Alliance’s orders, restraining the tendrils around the pit’s edge. But now, with fellow comrades or friends heavily injured or killed, some cultivators were seeing red. However, losing composure would not aid their battle, as the tendrils around the pit seemed to have stopped increasing.

Liu Shuyue’s judgment was accurate, now was the best opportunity. Delaying further, with more cultivators lost, fear would replace anxiety... further crushing the morale of all combatants.

"I know what you’re worried about, but I promise not to exhaust my life all at once. With black magic, I can still look for a Great Demon to sacrifice." Liu Shuyue reassured him.

"Then give it a try." Chen Xuan was convinced.

He asked Xu Xuanling to relay to the Governor, telling the cultivators to go all out, covering Liu Shuyue’s assault.

Looking at the current situation, over half the tendrils still surrounded the Tower of Flesh and Blood, evidently, the enemy knew not to put all eggs in one basket.

Liu Shuyue needed to breach this barrier first to reach the altar.

She was already flying high in the sky, rapidly heading towards the target.

All eyes were on her.

Now everyone knew that within the Only I am Venerable Sect lied a master, whose demon-slaying prowess left others in the dust.

The tendrils immediately sensed Liu Shuyue’s approach, they all surged towards her, even some tendrils previously engaged with Immortal Alliance cultivators turned and gave chase.

She clearly realized getting close was impossible—individually dodging these tendrils was barely doable, but once within twenty meters of the Tower of Flesh and Blood, facing the curtain of intestines and joint tendril assault left no room to breathe.

She had to strike from the outer perimeter.

Just like last time!

This time, she had pre-arranged the Thunder Law Exorcism Array—not just the ineffective Unintentional Celestial Thunder, but every strike was the specially demon-targeting Purple Sky True Thunder.

"Jiu, Hua, activate the array!"

"Yes!" The two disciples infused spiritual qi into the array, instantly hundreds of purple-lightning bolts pierced through the crimson clouds, adding a touch of different color to this dark world. The lightning struck between tendrils, burning them to black charred sticks, filling the air with a burnt stench.

A brief gap appeared in the enemy’s defense circle. Although they could continue to grow, it required time, at least for now, no tendril obstructed Liu Shuyue’s side.

She raised her sword, once more wielding the Demon-Slaying True Sword.

For the first time she summoned the move in an incredibly short time twice, and each consumption was equivalent to a lifetime for normal cultivators!

Colorful rays immediately illuminated the pit below.

Under the expectant gaze of the crowd, Liu Shuyue swung her fingers, the sword light slashing through the remaining tendril and intestine-composed barrier, stabbing toward the Tower of Flesh and Blood. Under the glow, countless chunks of broken flesh accompanied by blood showered down from mid-air, like a torrential downpour!

The living altar suddenly transformed.

Its surface writhing with numerous arms all retracting into its body, a massive quantity of chitinous substances emerged from the meat sludge, like dense scales covering the tower’s surface!

In the blink of an eye, it draped a layer of light-reflective armor over the moist, slippery fleshy form!

Then the colorful glow completely enveloped it.

When the light faded, Liu Shuyue had already expended most of her spiritual qi, showing rare fatigue. She wiped the sweat from her face, staring towards the altar.

However, the Tower of Flesh and Blood did not topple over as she had hoped.

Despite being severely damaged, a massive sword mark extended from the umbrella top down to the tower’s midsection, almost tearing it apart. Even the scale-like shell couldn’t fully negate the Demon-Slaying True Sword’s damage. The opened sections steadily exuded copious blood, various writhing organs clearly visible. Within this mass of anomalous flesh and blood, everyone saw an eye.

It was about the size of a carriage, with three pupils constantly shifting, seemingly observing everyone present.

An inexplicable fear seized everyone’s hearts.

The surrounding meat began to merge, those arms extended from the organs, covering the eye above, attempting to envelop this eye. No doubt, it was regenerating, the strike did not completely destroy it, given time, the Tower of Flesh and Blood could restore itself.

Liu Shuyue gritted her teeth, drawing another Wind Riding Talisman, aiming to rush over and deliver the final blow. But newly sprouted tendrils already closed in, twisting into tight ropes sweeping towards her.

Under normal circumstances, she could certainly dodge this sweep.

However, the substantial spiritual qi depletion made her stance unstable, the massive power made her fly backward like a broken kite, her mouth spewing blood mist!

Chen Xuan’s heart almost leaped out.

The customer transfer count had already been used up, he couldn’t transport her back to the shop.

Fortunately, Liu Shuyue stabilized herself after several rolls in the air, avoiding tumbling into the pit. Facing the ever-replenishing tendrils, reckless advance was impossible, she could only clutch her waist wound and stagger back, landing on the pit’s edge.

Everyone had long gathered waiting for her.

As she landed, Chen Xuan revealed her hand, his brows furrowing—where Liu Shuyue was grazed a ghastly wound appeared, her robe torn, large patches of skin lifted, revealing the bloody muscle layer underneath.