Chapter 1081: Chapter 457: Vengeance Fulfilled

The blood-colored figure abruptly stood up from the skeleton throne upon making up his mind.

The twisted halo of blood light that enveloped his face suddenly dispersed, revealing a pale and sinister visage.

His features still bore traces of the handsomeness from years past, but were now eroded by endless malevolence and blood fiend energy, appearing grotesque and terrifying.

Only his blood-red eyes grew ever more brilliant, like an abyss capable of devouring all light.

"Pass down the command!"

The Blood Demon True Monarch’s voice was icy, carrying an indisputable resolve, "I will personally make a move, who dares to act!"

If Xu Ping were here, he would surely recognize at a glance that this person was indeed the Blood Demon True Monarch.

It was Xu Ping who, years ago, slew the offspring of this person, issuing a bounty for him, a foe pursued for many years.

But time has changed Xu Ping, no longer an insignificant figure, while the Blood Demon True Monarch, through opportunity and ruthlessness, advanced to the Late-Stage Nascent Soul, becoming a great power. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"The Mountain Master is wise!"

"With the Mountain Master personally making a move, the opponents are doomed, destined for annihilation!"

"Let the other allies of the Six Nations Alliance see the consequences of defying our Blood Demon Mountain!"

....

Inside the grand hall, sounds of flattery and sycophancy erupted.

Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators spoke one after another, their tones filled with absolute trust in the Blood Demon True Monarch’s power and anticipation for the coming bloody suppression.

...

Five days later.

Purple Bamboo Mountain.

Under the extraordinary abilities of Xu Ping and Duan Shuang, especially Xu Ping’s almost world-changing Divine Techniques, the originally demonic energy-infested and ravaged Purple Bamboo Mountain has been renewed.

The withered, blackened purple bamboo was cleared; Xu Ping directly used an abundant mana mixed with Wood Element techniques to forcefully induce growth and transformation, causing fresh green shoots of purple bamboo to sprout across the mountain.

Demonic qi was completely dispelled and purified, the filthy altar and remnants of the monstrous trees were cleared away, the mountain springs restored to clarity, Spirit Vein organized, and the entire mountain range became serene and elegant once more, shrouded in spiritual mist.

Yet, Xu Ping’s expression was far from good.

Duan Shuang stood by his side, a flash of anger emerged in her beautiful eyes.

The reason was none other.

Because they found out that those damned demon cultivators had flattened the grave of their long-time friend Gong Yang.

The grave was destroyed, the tombstone shattered, scattered across the ground.

Fortunately, perhaps those demon cultivators deemed digging up the graves and corpses too troublesome or were disdainful of it; Gong Yang’s remains were not damaged, only scattered in the earth.

Looking at the scattered bones of his friend, Xu Ping was silent for a long time.

He had deep camaraderie with Gong Yang.

And Duan Shuang’s friendship with Gong Yang was even deeper than that between Xu Ping and Gong Yang.

"We must annihilate these demon cultivators!" Duan Shuang’s tone was cold, tinged with a hint of murderous intent.

"Shuang’Er, rest assured, these demon cultivators and their backing force.... will definitely be completely annihilated." Xu Ping gathered Gong Yang’s skeletal remains and re-erected the tombstone.

He paused, his gaze seemingly penetrating the mountain, seeing those faint probing Divine Senses outside Purple Bamboo Mountain: "We’ll wait here for them to come courting death."

In recent days, he had already sensed numerous Divine Senses loitering and probing around Purple Bamboo Mountain, clearly spies dispatched by Blood Demon Mountain or other demonic forces.

But he couldn’t care less, nor did he bother employing any strategic scheming.

In the face of absolute strength, all schemes and plots are futile.

With his current perfected nirvana golden body, physique comparable to Divinity Transformation, and the Puppet Array as his trump card, his power already stands at the pinnacle of this realm, enough to dominate the entire Nanchuan Realm.

He possessed both the confidence and the strength to crush everything.

...

Another half month passed.

On this day, at noon, the once clear sky was suddenly shrouded in endless blood clouds rolling in from afar.

Rumble!

Over a dozen vast Nascent Soul Spiritual Pressures, like erupting volcanoes, arrived jointly and descended outside Purple Bamboo Mountain.

Demonic Qi soared to the sky, blood light illuminated the world, casting the entire Purple Bamboo Mountain into a bloody red hue.

The leading figure, stepping on blood clouds, draped in a scarlet robe, visage sinister, blood-red eyes like two blood moons was none other than the Blood Demon True Monarch.

The terrifying pressure of a late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator emanating from him surged towards Purple Bamboo Mountain like a tsunami, aiming to crush his opponent’s morale instantly.

Behind him, a total of twelve Nascent Soul stage demonic elders lined up, demonic light soaring, murderous aura rising.

Such a lineup could easily annihilate a medium-sized sect.

"It’s the Blood Demon True Monarch, he’s personally making a move!"

"Along with twelve Nascent Soul elders, Blood Demon Mountain is completely mobilized!"

"Those occupying Purple Bamboo Mountain, regardless of who they are, are completely doomed this time! A late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator personally suppressing, there’s no chance of survival!"

...

In the distance, some cultivators drawn by the shocking commotion or dispatched by other forces to scout watched, feeling the suffocating pressure, all turned pale in shock, hearts vibrating intensely.

In the Nanchuan Realm, a late-stage Nascent Soul is unarguably an Overlord Level presence.

Blood Demon True Monarch personally striking, to them, the outcome bore no suspense.

Inside Purple Bamboo Mountain, within the bamboo building.

Xu Ping, who was quietly sipping tea with Duan Shuang, subtly paused in his movements.

He slowly lifted his gaze, eyes seemingly penetrating the bamboo building, surpassing the mountains, locking precisely on the blood-colored figure outside the mountain gate.

First, a trace of surprise flickered across his face.

Soon, this surprise transformed into realization.

"It’s him?"

"Ha, this is truly a coincidence!"

The Blood Demon True Monarch.

This nemesis who had pursued him for years, once forcing him to flee to distant lands, reappeared before him under these circumstances, in such manner.