Chapter 29: Heads Roll

Boom!

A flash of blood-red light collided head-on with Xu Huanhu’s spiritual force.

In the void, a violent clang erupted, sharp and shrill, as if blades clashed in midair.

To Xu Huanhu’s utter shock, his spiritual force was cleaved apart by the blood-red light.

“What is this? It can actually cut through my spiritual power!”

He staggered back more than a dozen steps, staring at the blood light in horror.

This blood-red light was not spiritual power, but killing intent condensed into tangible form.

The Asura Demon Blade had slaughtered millions of gods and demons, reaping countless lives. The density of its murderous aura was beyond imagination. Even if Jun Wushuang could only draw upon one ten-millionth of that power, it was enough to utterly crush Xu Huanhu’s spiritual force.

Using killing intent to counter spiritual force—this was Jun Wushuang’s method.

“Innate Divine Ability: Ten Thousand Demons Infernal Flame!”

Jun Wushuang gave Xu Huanhu no chance to react.

Infernal flames surged forth, coalescing into a hundred-meter-long black serpent of demonic fire. Now, this demonic serpent blazed a dark crimson, imbued not only with the terrifying Ten Thousand Demons Infernal Flame but also a murderous aura that chilled the soul.

Hiss!

The demonic serpent seemed to come alive, as if it had traversed the ages from the primordial era, intent on burning Xu Huanhu to ashes, erasing both body and soul.

“No!”

Xu Huanhu sensed the dreadful power of the serpent and his face changed drastically. He swiftly drew a spear, spiritual energy surging around him.

“Mystic-level Advanced Martial Skill: Sweeping Thousand Armies!”

His spiritual energy surged powerfully. Even though Jun Wushuang’s demonic essence was a hundred times more potent than ordinary spiritual liquid, the vast gulf in cultivation realm still gave Xu Huanhu the upper hand in terms of sheer force.

With a swing, his spear lashed out like a dragon bursting from the sea, striking the demonic serpent with brutal force.

Boom!

The infernal serpent could not withstand the blow and was blasted apart.

Yet the shattered serpent scattered sparks everywhere, landing on Xu Huanhu, scorching his skin and clothing, leaving charred patches and inflicting serious wounds.

“Damn it! I refuse to believe I can’t kill you!”

Xu Huanhu’s face was as dark as a thundercloud, his eyes fixed on Jun Wushuang in a mix of fury and disbelief.

Jun Wushuang, transformed into an asura, was simply too formidable. The blood-red light of killing intent had cleaved his spiritual force, and even the Ten Thousand Demons Infernal Flame had injured him. Xu Huanhu’s pride was beginning to crack.

He was the unrivaled strongman of Jiangning City—even Jun Zhantian deferred to him. How could a mere Jun Wushuang possibly be his match?

“Mystic-level Advanced Martial Skill: Tiger Fiend Demon!”

Xu Huanhu gritted his teeth. Spiritual energy gushed forth as he unleashed his signature technique, determined to overwhelm Jun Wushuang with brute force and seize victory.

A tiger’s roar shook the heavens, as if the king of beasts had charged forth, savage and hungry for flesh.

Vast spiritual energy, centered on his spear, rapidly transformed into a hundred-meter-tall astral tiger. The tiger seemed alive, malice incarnate, its aura alone enough to strike terror into the bravest heart.

“Jun Wushuang, meet your end!”

With a furious bellow, Xu Huanhu hurled his spear.

The weapon tore through the air, trailing a long white shockwave, its icy gleam aimed straight at Jun Wushuang’s heart.

The astral tiger roared, pouncing alongside the spear, intent on crushing Jun Wushuang and rending him to pieces.

This strike flattened half the peach grove. The earth split, peach trees shattered, and devastation reigned.

“Young master!”

Lin Mengyao’s face had gone deathly pale; her delicate fists clenched tight in worry.

But Jun Wushuang’s expression did not change, though his eyes gleamed an even deeper crimson.

He gripped the Asura Demon Blade. Even with nine seals still binding it, its demonic might was overwhelming.

“Asura’s Single Slash!”

A strike that shook the sky.

Behind Jun Wushuang, the mountain of corpses and sea of blood became even clearer.

Those mountains were piled high with the bodies of gods and demons.

That sea of blood surged, bearing the corpses of dragons and the bodies of phoenixes.

Jun Wushuang’s hair blew wildly, his blood-red eyes blazing, like an asura god of carnage descending to the mortal world to slaughter all living things.

Crack!

His blade fell, murderous aura erupting, a torrent of blood-red light flooding forth.

The hundred-meter astral tiger, before the blood-red blade light, was as fragile as paper—shattered with ease.

Then the Asura Demon Blade collided with the spear. With a single ringing note, the spear was cleaved in two.

When the asura blade is drawn, even gods and demons perish.

A mere astral tiger was no match at all.

And the blade’s momentum did not falter, continuing its deadly arc toward Xu Huanhu.

“No!”

Xu Huanhu’s face twisted with terror. He dared not meet the blow head-on, retreating swiftly in a desperate attempt to escape that earth-shattering strike.

But Jun Wushuang pressed relentlessly forward, his speed even greater, overtaking him in a blink.

Xu Huanhu snatched more than a dozen talismans from his storage ring, as well as a defensive spirit shield.

But before the Asura Demon Blade, all of it was as flimsy as paper, utterly worthless.

Slash!

The blade swept through, breaking talisman after talisman, shattering the spirit shield, and finally struck Xu Huanhu, severing his right arm in a spray of blood.

“Ahhh! My arm!”

Agony drained all color from Xu Huanhu’s face; his screams echoed in misery.

He had never imagined that Jun Wushuang would actually sever his arm. It was unthinkable—but it had happened.

His spear broken, talismans destroyed, even his right arm hacked off.

Xu Huanhu was gravely wounded, his condition dire. Forget killing Jun Wushuang—he could barely protect himself now.

“Escape!”

Xu Huanhu made an instant decision and turned to flee.

Jun Wushuang, transformed into an asura, was too powerful. His spiritual force had been blocked by killing intent and blood light; he had lost all advantage.

His spiritual energy was little stronger than Jun Wushuang’s.

Most crucially, the Asura Demon Blade was too strong. Whether spear, talismans, or defensive shields, everything crumbled like paper before it.

Xu Huanhu no longer believed he could kill Jun Wushuang. He had to escape.

“Did I give you permission to leave?”

Jun Wushuang’s voice was the whisper of death itself, making Xu Huanhu shudder and feel as though he had plunged into an abyss.

Jun Wushuang had already caught up, the Asura Demon Blade flashing down once more.

A streak of blood-red light, swifter than lightning, tore through the sky, carrying a chilling, murderous aura as it struck Xu Huanhu again.

A deep, bone-revealing gash appeared on Xu Huanhu’s back. He toppled to the ground like a bird with broken wings, unable to flee any longer.

“Jun Wushuang, I concede! Spare me, and not only will I cease targeting your family—I’ll help you fight the Ji clan!”

Xu Huanhu pleaded for mercy, desperate to save his life.

He still had great ambitions, a bright future—he could not die here.

“From the moment you aided that old cur Ji in attacking my family, your death was already sealed.”

Jun Wushuang’s gaze was icy, merciless.

He raised the Asura Demon Blade and brought it down.

“No, you can’t kill me! I am the Lord of Jiangning City, a magistrate of the imperial court! If you kill me, you’ll die too!”

Xu Huanhu’s pupils shrank as he made one last, futile struggle.

But Jun Wushuang’s murderous intent was unshakable.

A flash of the blade.

A head fell to the ground.

Xu Huanhu—dead.