Master’s Plan to Revitalize the Demon Sect with Beautiful Girls - Chapter 63



Chapter 63: The Sixth Chapter of Tianyan Sect, Only One Left

He Youzhou now looked like a rabbit trying to break into a tiger’s den, an unbelievable sight.

Even cultivators would shy away at the sight of countless fiends whose strength couldn’t be assessed, but He Youzhou didn’t care about their power.

Dressed in coarse cloth, with messy long hair, and a sleepy look—he gave off a very absurd feeling.

When the airwaves blew his long hair, revealing his decadent yet cute face to others, the absurdity grew even stronger.

But one strike from He Youzhou’s sword was enough to shatter all doubts in everyone’s hearts.

After approaching the group of fiends, he swung his sword again.

After this strike, the fiends were not further slain but were gathered together.

The group of split fiends, like clay, were gathered back into their original form.

“This looks much better.” He Youzhou said softly, lifting the bangs that blocked his vision.

One strike to repel the enemy, one strike to sever their ability.

“Roar! Roar! Roar!!!” The fiends, reverted to their original form, let out a deafening roar.

The deafening roar turned into substantial decay, making the ground already polluted by red crystals even more unsightly.

He Youzhou swept his sword, dispersing the roar aimed at him, and looked at the fiends with an indifferent expression.

The fiends’ bodies burst out with even more formidable power than before, but this time their power was not used to destroy everything around them.

They used all their strength to forcibly break the shackles that bound them.

Their lion-like mane spread out in the strong wind, making them look like a standing male lion.

When the shackles binding them were broken, they truly became a terrestrial star.

After lifting all restrictions, the fiends no longer simply trampled. They leaped fiercely, their bodies swallowed by a massive black hole in mid-air.

The next moment, a sun-like fireball heavily smashed towards He Youzhou.

The fiends were wrapped in this fireball, carrying endless killing intent.

“Human world scoundrel.”

“You, accomplices of evil.”

After seeing He Youzhou’s few strikes, the fiends understood who the cultivator in front of them was.

This was undoubtedly a member of the Tianyan Sect, one of those countless people who had repeatedly risked their lives to block the malice of the Heavenly Dao.

The wise fiend deeply understood that no matter how many people came, none posed as much of a threat as He Youzhou alone.

To manifest the malice of the Heavenly Dao, it needed to kill the person in front of it.

Before destroying everything, it must first destroy this person.

Other cultivators, no matter how many came, were nothing but a rabble to the fiend formed by the concentrated malice of the Heavenly Dao.

Only the disciples of the Tianyan Sect, who had mastered the method of slaying gods and immortals, were its concern.

“These titles are quite nice,” He Youzhou said, looking at the “sun” descending from the sky. “The Tianyan Sect harms the Heavenly Dao, they are indeed villains.”

“The words you use are praises to me,” he said, his two fingers lightly brushing the blade.

As a sword cultivator, He Youzhou found himself using his sword less and less, his moves becoming fewer and simpler.

When fighting cultivators, his swordsmanship needed to be complex, with countless variations.

Every angle, every bit of strength, had to be executed to perfection.

However, when not fighting cultivators, he gradually only used a few moves.

When facing enemies of similar size, he might need to recall his techniques.

But when facing a fiend as large as a mountain, he wouldn’t bother recalling his moves.

Because no matter how fancy the names of your moves, no matter how much Dao they contained, the actions were similar, ultimately not deviating from the most basic sword moves.

“Boom!!!!!!” The fiend, wrapped in sun-like flames, smashed towards He Youzhou.

The ground was struck into a deep pit large enough to become a small lake, everything around turned to scorched earth.

Just this one strike could sweep away countless Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

No matter how many cultivators from White City came, they would all die.

But this round of the sun suddenly split into two without warning.

The place where He Youzhou stood, and even the straight line behind him, remained undamaged.

The fiend was slashed from forehead to abdomen, its magma-like hot blood dripping to the ground.

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But it did not stop its actions due to this injury, it lunged at He Youzhou.

He Youzhou watched the fiend’s movements, spat out the blood in his mouth, his face still calm and composed.

In contrast, the fiend seemed somewhat hysterical.

As it extended its hands, the surrounding spiritual energy was drained, forcing everything towards its hands.

The ground erupted in waves of decay, countless corpse trees growing madly.

And all its attacks were aimed at hitting the small person in front of it.

“What is a god or immortal?” He Youzhou suddenly asked.

But no one answered his question.

But he didn’t seem to care. Facing the oppressive attack, he even hummed a tune with interest.

“Helping others makes one a celestial, harming others makes one a demon.” He said faintly, slashing at the fierce god with his sword, “A simple truth.”

Just as he had said before, when facing an enemy of absurd size, the moves themselves didn’t need to be too intricate.

“So I’ve never really considered you all as celestials.”

“But there’s no choice, the elders of Tianyan Sect have always called you that.”

“So I had to follow suit.”

“Now that I think about it, it was probably a sarcastic remark.”

He Youzhou’s voice fell, and he leisurely retracted his move.

A white line suddenly appeared, splitting the fierce god in half.

Plain and unadorned is probably the best word to describe this move.

But this seemingly ordinary sword strike contained all of He Youzhou’s understanding of the sword itself, and all the cultivation he had poured into this iron sword.

All the attacks abruptly stopped, turning into countless ashes.

A sound of metal being split rang out, but nothing around was actually split.

But after this sound, the fierce god accelerated its transformation into ashes.

The embodiment of the malice of the Heavenly Dao, it tried its best to grasp He Youzhou.

But its hands had already completely disappeared before it even had this thought.

He gently sheathed the iron sword, not speaking, yet giving the illusion that one could hear his voice.

That was a word both Youlan and Zhishi had mentioned.

Dao’s Fall.

The fierce god, split in half, glared angrily at He Youzhou, but couldn’t stop itself from completely disappearing between heaven and earth.

“Tianyan Sect has only you left.”

He sat cross-legged on the blood-red crystal-polluted ground, placing the sword on his lap.

“Fool, I have many disciples.” He lowered his eyelids and began to rest on the spot, letting the noisy wind blow his long hair.