The Supreme Martial Arts Master in the World of Nine

Chapter 55 The Descends of the Evil God



Chapter 55 The Descends of the Evil God

"Dragon Kingdom sir, you forced me to use the Demon Blade - Night Cry, so you deserve to die!"

The leader of the Japanese devils from Japan gripped his demon sword tightly, his eyes filled with madness.

"Demon Sword: Night Cry, First Form: Night Cry Slash!"

He slashed out with his sword.

In an instant, the world changed color.

A jet-black blade of light, carrying boundless resentment, slashed straight at Zhao Yi.

Wherever the blade flashed, it tore a deep trench in the ground, sending rubble flying.

The air was filled with the cries of countless vengeful spirits, sending chills down one's spine.

"Well done!"

Zhao Yi neither dodged nor evaded, and threw a punch.

boom!

The force of the fist collided with the light of the blade, producing a deafening roar.

The air surged and dust billowed.

Zhao Yi remained completely still.

But the Japanese soldier from Japan staggered back three steps, his hands going numb.

"How is that possible!"

His expression changed drastically.

He knew all too well the power of the Demon Blade Night Cry.

Even a small mountain can be cleaved in two with a single stroke.

This is a demonic sword that has been passed down for hundreds of years by the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect!

It has fed countless creatures and refined countless vengeful spirits.

But the Chinese man in front of them actually withstood it with his fists.

Unharmed!

The impact was like an infant facing a ten-story building crashing down on it, yet remaining completely unharmed, to the Japanese invaders.

"Is that all you've got?"

Zhao Yi grinned, stomped his foot, and shot out like a cannonball.

Heaven pushes the mountain palm!

With a single palm strike, the wind howled like thunder, as if a mountain were pressing down, compressing the air into a cannonball.

The Japanese soldier from Japan quickly raised his knife to parry.

clang!

A loud bang, sparks flying everywhere.

He was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

The demon sword almost slipped from his grasp.

"Damn Chinese!"

He struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Demon Sword: Night Cry, Second Form: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!"

boom!

In an instant, countless vengeful spirits erupted from the demon sword.

These vengeful spirits let out mournful screams and surged towards Zhao Yi like a tidal wave.

Densely packed, blotting out the sky and the sun.

Each vengeful spirit exudes a strong aura of yin and resentment.

If an ordinary person were to be contaminated even slightly, they would die on the spot.

"Qi and Blood Smoke, Full Power!"

Zhao Yi also let out a low shout, and golden flames shot into the sky.

The moment those vengeful spirits touched the flames, they let out mournful screams and vanished.

Like moths drawn to a flame.

"How could this be...?"

The Japanese soldier from Japan turned pale.

This is the second move of the Demon Blade Night Cry, yet it still can't defeat the opponent.

"Bring on whatever tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Zhao Yi strode forward and struck out with another palm.

clang!

The man was sent flying backwards again.

This time, the demon sword flew out of his hand and stuck in the ground not far away.

"While this cherry blossom bug is of mediocre quality, this demon sword is quite something."

If it weren't for the immense demonic energy emanating from the demon sword, this cherry blossom demon would have been blasted into a bloody mist twice.

But that was all; it couldn't stop Zhao Yi at all.

At most, a few more punches, and even with that demonic sword, I can destroy them all.

"Baka!"

Upon seeing this, the other two Japanese soldiers from Japan rushed forward.

"Demon Slayer!"

"Shikigami - Demon King!"

"Demon Sword: Night Cry, Second Form: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!"

But Zhao Yi didn't care at all.

He let the attacks land on him, not even bothering to defend himself.

They simply cannot break through the indestructible body!

"die!"

One punch was thrown, and one person was blown to pieces.

[Ding! The host has cleansed himself of sins and gained 16 strands of merit.]

With another palm strike, the other person was also smashed into a bloody mist.

[Ding! The host has cleansed himself of sins and gained 14 strands of merit.]

In the blink of an eye, only the leader remained.

"These Japanese devils are truly despicable. With such high merit points, how many sins have they committed?"

The murderous intent in Zhao Yi's eyes intensified.

If he becomes powerful enough to become a "Nuclear Peacemaker" in the future, he will definitely go to the island and wipe out those filthy guys.

"No, I'm doomed if this continues!"

The last Japanese soldier gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with determination.

"In that case, let's die together!"

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which landed on the demonic sword.

In an instant, the demonic blade blazed with intense blood-red light.

An even more terrifying demonic aura surged from the blade.

"With my blood, I offer myself as a sacrifice to the demon sword!"

"With my soul, I summon the gods!"

His body began to wither, his life force being frantically drained by the demonic sword.

His skin turned sallow, his muscles atrophied, and his hair turned gray.

In a short while, it turned into a dried-up corpse and collapsed to the ground, dead.

But a terrifying figure appeared on that demonic sword.

The figure was about three zhang tall, with wings on its back and a face like a demon.

He wore a tall hat, a hunting robe, and held a black folding fan.

His body was shrouded in demonic energy, emanating a chilling aura.

His eyes opened, flashing a scarlet light.

With a casual wave of his hand, the demonic sword fell into his grasp.

"Who has awakened me, God?"

The hoarse voice echoed throughout the valley.

An evil god has descended upon the land of cherry blossoms!

"This is... an Eastern evil god?!"

When Uncle Nine saw this figure, his pupils contracted sharply, and his expression changed drastically.

As a successor of the Maoshan Tiandao School, he had naturally heard of it.

That's Japanese sorcery!

It is an evil creature that has been worshipped for hundreds of years and has absorbed countless faith, blood offerings and resentment before it was born.

Although not a true deity, its power far surpasses that of ordinary demons and monsters.

Even someone at the peak of the True Person Realm wouldn't dare say they could win with certainty.

Even a Celestial Master level expert could be killed if they are not careful.

In a sense, this evil god is comparable to some of the ghosts and gods of the underworld.

Moreover, the evil god before them wielded the demonic sword Night Cry, and the intensity of his demonic aura was so strong that it was almost tangible.

This is definitely beyond the average ghost messenger!

"Ah Yi, be careful! This thing is not simple!" Uncle Nine shouted sternly.

"Don't worry, Master!"

A hint of seriousness flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes, but his fighting spirit was even stronger.

He could sense that this evil god was far more powerful than any of the enemies he had encountered before.

That immense demonic aura was as unfathomable as a vast ocean.

This was the first time he had encountered someone who could make him feel a little pressure.

"You lowly insect, did you kill one of my followers?"

The evil god, wielding a demonic blade, looked down at Zhao Yi with disdain, like a deity.

"Believers? Those bedbugs dare to call themselves believers?"

Zhao Yi grinned, his eyes full of mockery.

"They're nothing but filthy things, and you're just a bigger bug!"

"court death!"

A flash of anger crossed the evil god's eyes.

With a casual wave of his hand, the demon sword Night Cry suddenly erupted with terrifying demonic energy.

The demonic energy transformed into a jet-black blade of light, slashing straight at Zhao Yi.

The enormous blade of light resembled a dark crescent moon.

Wherever the blade flashed, the air itself seemed to be torn apart, and a deep trench was instantly plowed into the ground.

It looked as if it wanted to cut the entire valley in two.

The power of this strike was greater than when the cherry blossom demon had used it before.

It's more than dozens of times stronger!


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