Chapter 27: You Finally Came Out

“Sudden Rain!”

The faces of Gale and his companions changed drastically; no longer did they dare underestimate Jun Wushuang.

Within the Peach Blossom Grove, the atmosphere was so oppressive it seemed to freeze solid. Sudden Rain’s corpse lay sprawled across the earth, her blood staining the ground in a grisly display. Her eyes were wide open, refusing to close even in death.

“How can you be so strong?” Gale’s voice rang sharp with disbelief. His pupils shrank as he stared at Jun Wushuang, unable to accept what he was witnessing.

The four of them had joined forces to confront Jun Wushuang, who had only just broken through to the Myriad Phenomena Realm. They’d thought the outcome was all but assured. Yet, with his very first strike, Jun Wushuang had slain Sudden Rain in a thunderous display.

“Xu Huanhu, are you afraid to show yourself?” Jun Wushuang ignored Gale, his gaze lifting to the depths of the Peach Blossom Grove. “I’d say you should be called Xu Turtle, for you hide your head like one.”

Under the gaze of the Demonic Purple Eyes, Jun Wushuang perceived the fluctuations of Xu Huanhu’s aura. He was here, lurking, but dared not appear, cowed by the Command of the King of Southern Suppression.

“Young man, you’re too arrogant, to insult the City Lord like that!” Jun Wushuang’s brazen words filled Gale and his companions with fury. Though Jun Wushuang had slain Sudden Rain and revealed astonishing power, they were still three—holding the absolute advantage.

“Enough talk. All at once!” Thunder grunted, unwilling to waste another word. His massive frame surged forward like a berserk wild bull, charging straight for Jun Wushuang. Clad in heavy armor, with thick steel spikes at crucial points, and possessed of innate, formidable strength, his body was a force unto itself. This charge could topple a palace.

“High-grade Profound Martial Technique: Wild Bull Crashes the Mountain!”

Thunder, never one for tricks, channeled his spiritual energy just to reinforce his body, making him appear even more massive. Now, clad in heavy armor and shrouded in spiritual energy, he resembled a true ancient wild bull, capable of shattering mountains and crushing all before him.

“Demon Bull’s Mighty Fist!” Jun Wushuang formed a fist with his left hand and struck out coldly.

First transformation: Demon Bull’s Stomp!

Boom!

The air before them exploded, shockwaves blasting forth, the ground sinking beneath their feet. It was as if a colossal ancient demon bull was rampaging, crushing mountains and rivers beneath its hooves. With a single punch, the shadow of the demon bull emerged, a manifestation of pure power.

The wild ancient bull was mighty, but before the demon bull, it was insignificant.

Their collision thundered, shaking the heavens.

It was as if two primordial divine mountains had crashed together, earth trembling, sky collapsing.

Bang!

A figure was sent flying, smashing through hundreds of peach trees, carving a deep trench across the ground, blood seeping into the soil—a grievous wound.

It was not Jun Wushuang, but Thunder.

Thunder’s heavy armor had been shattered, fragments flying everywhere. A fist-shaped dent marred his chest, breaking ribs and injuring his organs. Thunder lay on the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood—laced with fragments of his own organs—his end clearly near.

One punch, and Thunder was mortally wounded!

“How is this possible?” Gale and Lightning stared in shock and disbelief at Jun Wushuang.

Thunder was a body cultivator, his physique formidable, blessed with innate divine strength. In terms of pure physical prowess, even Xu Huanhu paled in comparison. Yet Jun Wushuang had gravely injured Thunder with a single punch—and emerged unscathed himself.

This was nothing short of miraculous.

But the truth was undeniable; Gale and Lightning had to accept it.

One blade for Sudden Rain.

One punch for Thunder.

Was Jun Wushuang really only first rank in the Myriad Phenomena Realm?

“Now, it’s your turn.”

Jun Wushuang’s gaze swept over Gale and Lightning.

Since Xu Huanhu wouldn’t show himself, he would slaughter his henchmen and force him out.

“Not good!” Jun Wushuang’s attention sent chills down Gale and Lightning’s spines, as if a primordial beast had set its sights on them, death imminent.

Swish!

Lightning flicked his hand, sending a flurry of flying knives toward Jun Wushuang’s throat.

The knives never hit; midair, they were severed by the Asura Demon Blade.

“Shadow Needle!” Lightning struck again, launching hundreds of fine, hair-like poisoned needles, using the interplay of light to gain an advantage and strike Jun Wushuang.

Clang, clang!

Under the Demonic Purple Eyes, every needle was clearly visible. Jun Wushuang swung the Asura Demon Blade, severing them all.

Now, Jun Wushuang pressed forward, closing the distance between himself and Lightning.

Lightning’s face changed; he attacked with all his might, unleashing a barrage of hidden weapons—dense, varied, impossible to defend against.

But Jun Wushuang, blessed with the Demonic Purple Eyes, had already seen through every trick.

All weapons were blocked.

No escape, nowhere to hide.

Lightning clenched his teeth, determined to play his final card.

“Venom Blood Arrows!”

He slapped his chest, sending dozens of jets of toxic blood hurtling toward Jun Wushuang, intending to turn him into a pincushion. This venom, the product of his special cultivation, was usually hidden but, when unleashed, could poison an entire town—truly terrifying.

“Slash!” Jun Wushuang’s expression was cold, ignoring the venom entirely. He raised the Asura Demon Blade and struck.

A flash of the blade.

A head fell.

Lightning’s eyes widened, locking onto Jun Wushuang.

He couldn’t understand why Jun Wushuang would risk mutual destruction. Though the blade could kill him, Lightning’s venom arrows should have pierced Jun Wushuang as well.

In his dying moment, he saw his venom splatter onto Jun Wushuang, only to be mysteriously devoured, leaving not a single trace.

Not only had Jun Wushuang not been poisoned, he bore not even a scratch.

“Monster…” Lightning muttered unwillingly, dying with regret.

“Xu Huanhu, will you still not come out?” Jun Wushuang did not spare Lightning a glance. His gaze shifted to the last survivor, Gale.

Wind, rain, thunder, lightning—three were dead, only Gale remained.

“City Lord, save me!” Gale was terrified, no longer daring to confront Jun Wushuang. Among the four, his strength was weakest. Now, with Sudden Rain, Thunder, and Lightning all slain, his fear grew.

“Asura Blade Slash!” Jun Wushuang glared coldly at him. Gale had kidnapped Lin Mengyao; Jun Wushuang would never let him escape.

Demonic energy surged, infusing the Asura Demon Blade, which swept down from above.

Crack!

A dark red blade light, as if wielded by the Asura Demon God, slashed through heaven and earth, capable of destroying gods and demons alike.

The blade’s light tore through everything, like the scythe of Death reaping fresh souls.

Gale was swift, but the blade was swifter.

He barely managed to flee a few steps before being cleaved in two.

“Jun Wushuang, you deserve to die!” A furious voice echoed from the depths of the Peach Blossom Grove.

Jun Wushuang grinned.

“Xu Huanhu, you finally show yourself!”