Upon hearing this, the Red Silk Demon Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Yours?"
"In the five hundred thousand years since I began cultivating on Spirit Mountain, this is the first time I've encountered a junior who dares to demand something from me in such a manner."
The Old Ox nearby, however, did not respond.
His large eyes swept over Jiang Yuechu twice, then glanced at the gloomy-faced Red Silk.
Though he appeared foolish and simple, he was actually meticulous and observant.
Although he had just been shouting fiercely, he was well aware of his own capabilities.
Red Silk's methods were sinister and ruthless, his strength terrifying. Relying on himself alone, if he continued to contend, not only would he lose the twelve-colored rosy cloud silver, but even his ox hide might be stripped off to make boots.
Since he couldn't hold onto it... The Old Ox snorted, exhaling two streams of white air from his nostrils.
He actually took several steps back.
"Fine."
"Since you want it too, then this Old Ox won't interfere."
"Whoever wants this treasure can have it."
"As long as it doesn't end up in Red Silk's hands, even if it's fed to dogs, this Old Ox would feel satisfied."
These words were blunt and unpleasant.
Clearly meant to provoke.
Rather than giving it to a treacherous villain like you, he'd rather let an outsider have it.
The Red Silk Demon Emperor's face twitched, his handsome features instantly contorting.
"You fool..."
The Old Ox showed no fear: "If you have the guts, come and kill me."
"But before you kill me... you'd better take care of yourself first."
The Red Silk Demon Emperor snorted coldly.
Ignoring that foolish ox, he turned his gaze back to Jiang Yuechu.
First level of Ascending the Tower?
The Red Silk Demon Emperor curled his lips into a mocking smile.
Where did this Wild Cultivator come from, daring to contend with him, a true disciple of Spirit Mountain?
"Since you want to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, then let this lord see what you're made of."
The Red Silk Demon Emperor slowly raised his right hand.
The surrounding air suddenly solidified.
Countless crimson streams of light converged from the Void Realm, swirling and coiling in his palm.
In the blink of an eye.
A sword, entirely crimson as if cast from fresh blood, materialized out of thin air.
Red light flowed across the blade, with a faint bloody Aura permeating the air.
"State your name."
"This lord's sword does not slay the nameless..."
Before he could finish speaking.
Boom——!!!
The dark figure, originally standing still, suddenly erupted into action.
Without any unnecessary words.
Rolling black mist surged from her body like wolf smoke, instantly obscuring half the sky.
Within the black mist, Evil Qi soared to the heavens.
And behind the girl.
A brilliant sun suddenly appeared without warning.
Gold and blue colors danced wildly within it, casting an eerie and bizarre light over the black mist.
The girl's hand clenched empty air.
A crimson crescent blade tore through the air, landing in her palm.
The blade was slender and imposing, radiating oppressive Evil Qi.
Jiang Yuechu gripped the hilt with both hands, raising it high above her head.
Using her forward momentum, she swung the blade down furiously toward the Red Silk Demon Emperor's face!
"You?!"
The Red Silk Demon Emperor's pupils contracted sharply.
His heart was even more shocked and bewildered.
What the hell is this fighting style?!
Who charges in without even a word of formalities and goes straight for a life-or-death struggle?!
And such a ferocious Aura... what kind of Devil Head did she emerge from?!
There was no time to think.
The blade had already arrived.
There was no expected sound of flesh being cut.
The Red Silk Demon Emperor's form shattered like a reflection in water, breaking apart with a splash as the crimson blade light touched it.
Thousands of red threads drifted like willow catkins, floating lightly backward.
Boom——
The crimson crescent blade slammed heavily onto the mountain rock.
Rocks shattered and flew, dust and debris rose.
The originally flat mountaintop was forcibly split by this blade, creating a deep fissure that extended all the way to the cliff's edge.
Jiang Yuechu lifted the blade with one hand, turning her wrist slightly to pull it from the rock.
She raised her eyelids, looking ten zhang away.
The red threads coalesced once more.
The Red Silk Demon Emperor stood on the Void Realm, his neat crimson robe now torn in several places.
He indifferently raised his hand, wiping the blood from his face with his thumb, then examined it.
"Good."
"Very good."
The next moment.
He lightly flicked the sword with his fingertip.
Ding——
A clear, melodious sword cry echoed across the mountaintop.
"To force this lord to get serious, you can consider yourself honored in death."
Before the words faded.
He raised the crimson sword high and swung it down fiercely.
Instantly.
Red threads filled the sky.
Each red thread seemed alive, intertwining and solidifying with one another.
In the blink of an eye, the red threads condensed into over a dozen scarlet Sword Qi, carrying rolling thunderous sounds.
Boom boom——
They roared forth!
Jiang Yuechu's expression darkened slightly.
She held the crimson crescent blade horizontally before her, the gold and blue sun behind her rotating, and the rolling black mist surged like raging waves, meeting the attack head-on.
Boom rumble——
Deafening explosions resounded through the sky.
Two completely different forces clashed and tore at each other in mid-air.
Suddenly.
"Hmm?"
The girl's brow furrowed slightly.
She felt an inexplicable chill in her heart... her Primordial Spirit faintly sensed discomfort.
Wang Ziyu, who had been hiding behind, watched the lingering red light in the sky, his face pale.
"This Aura..."
He sniffed, as if remembering something, and suddenly said: "Cinder of Calamity?!"
The Old Flood Dragon beside him was confused and couldn't help but ask: "What ash?"
Wang Ziyu ignored this simpleton, muttering to himself: "Cinder of Calamity is the remnant ashes of heaven and earth, the end of all things."
"This belongs to the Extinction Position lineage of the Twenty-Five Orthodox Lineages, associated with Mars."
"Mars governs warfare, Extinction Position governs annihilation."
"This demon... actually obtained the Legacy of the Mars lineage?!"
Hearing this, the Red Silk Demon Emperor glanced in surprise at the exquisitely carved child.
"Good eyes."
"I never expected that in this barbaric land, someone would recognize this lord's origins."
He lightly twirled the crimson sword in his hand, pointing the tip at Jiang Yuechu.
"Since you know it's the true meaning of Cinder of Calamity, you should understand that today, you will find neither life nor death."
Before the words faded.
The Red Silk Demon Emperor's Aura suddenly changed.
"Die!"
He continued to swing the sword in his hand frantically.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh——
Grayish-red Sword Qi filled the sky like a torrential downpour, enveloping Jiang Yuechu from all directions.
Hum——
The crimson crescent blade emitted a hum, thirsting for blood.
Jiang Yuechu no longer defended passively.
She stomped her foot forcefully.
Blade light cascaded like a waterfall, surging upward against the sky.
Bang bang bang bang bang——
Dense shattering sounds connected into a continuous series in mid-air.
Under the domineering slashes of the crimson crescent blade, the crimson Sword Qi was forcibly shattered.
The girl's figure moved like a Dragon, weaving through the rain of swords.
Allowing the grayish Qi to brush past her clothes, corroding her Primordial Spirit.
She remained unmoved.
Only swinging one blade after another.
Each strike heavier than the last.
In just a few short breaths.
Jiang Yuechu had cut through the rain of swords, closing in on the Red Silk Demon Emperor.
"What?!"
The Red Silk Demon Emperor's expression changed drastically.
He had never seen such a barbaric fighting style.
Ignoring the erosion of Cinder of Calamity?
Damn it, is she not afraid of death?!
Seeing the blade, overflowing with Evil Qi, descending upon his head.
The Red Silk Demon Emperor finally couldn't hold back.
To be pushed to this point by an unknown Wild Cultivator.
Utter humiliation!
"Get away from me... DIE!!!"
Screech——!!!
An extremely sharp shriek erupted from the Red Silk Demon Emperor's mouth.
His originally handsome human face now twisted and distorted, faintly revealing avian features.
His black hair instantly transformed into crimson feathers.
His eyes, with vertical pupils, gleamed with ferocious light.
Gripping the sword tightly with both hands, the demonic power within him surged like a bursting river, madly pouring into the blade.
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There will be no CP, there will be no CP
This is just a fun little side story... why does it seem like there's a sign of CP?!