Chapter 737: Defeating Immortal Slayer, Devouring the Evil God (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 737: Defeat Zhanxian, Devour the Evil God (Requesting Moon Tickets)

Zhanxian True Lord knew well that his technique, “Heaven and Earth as My Sword,” could transform all manner of energies drawn from the cosmos—but only on one crucial condition: understanding.

How could one possibly transform a force without first comprehending it?

The moment Zhanxian attempted to convert Bai Zhenzhen’s Extreme Emotion Sword Qi, he realized at once that he could not.

For he simply could not grasp sword qi born of emotion.

“Emotion…”

Zhanxian True Lord had long ceased to believe in such things. He no longer believed that anyone within Kunxu still possessed genuine emotion.

In his countless past lives, he had witnessed too many instances—too many—where emotion was shattered by reality, twisted by greed, or casually betrayed for gain.

Parents, masters and disciples, brothers, comrades, friends… In Kunxu, every bond of feeling had long since been torn apart and warped by self-interest.

Because he no longer believed, he could not fathom emotion—and thus could not penetrate the nature of Extreme Emotion Sword Qi, nor convert the torrents of sword energy now lashing toward him from Bai Zhenzhen.

“Bai Zhenzhen…”

Zhanxian gazed at her, his eyes icy. “To accompany Zhang Yu in his death—truly unexpected.”

“But when defeat comes, when death looms, when you’re trampled beneath others’ feet—how long will your precious emotions last then?”

“Extreme Emotion Sword Dao is ultimately a heretical path. Power born of emotion is far too unstable, far too fleeting.”

“In Kunxu, only strength matters.”

Bai Zhenzhen’s actions had indeed surprised him—but he refused to believe that mere emotion, or power derived from it, could possibly turn the tide.

As these thoughts flickered through his mind, Zhanxian’s body drifted backward through the air.

Needle after needle plunged into his flesh; vials of potent elixirs flooded his veins, swiftly replenishing his depleted blood, spiritual energy, and vitality.

Around him, other Nascent Soul True Lords cast healing arts upon his wounds, mending his injuries with astonishing speed.

At the same time, one Nascent Soul cultivator after another surged forward, blocking Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen—or closing in for the kill.

Hundreds of Righteous Alliance Nascent Soul True Lords stood proudly amidst the clouds, their combined assault blanketing heaven and earth in an overwhelming, suffocating deluge.

With such overwhelming numerical superiority, tactics no longer mattered.

Jianyun True Lord—the traitor of Tianjian Sect—fixed his burning gaze upon Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen. These two were the very culprits who had ruined him long ago, and now his heart seethed with hatred: “So many Nascent Souls—even if we must grind you down through attrition, you’ll die!”

Yet facing this cataclysmic onslaught from hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen simply clasped hands and exchanged a single glance.

“Ah Zhen, let’s go.”

In the next instant, Zhang Yu pulled Bai Zhenzhen forward to meet the storm head-on.

A torrent of lightning and fire surged toward them—but Zhang Yu blocked it with a single palm. From his back erupted blinding white Extreme Emotion Sword Qi, cleaving straight through the heavens.

Hand in hand, their Qinglian Sword Embryos resonated in perfect harmony, as though merging into a single entity.

Torrents of spiritual energy and sword qi surged between them through their joined palms, coursing through both bodies in a ceaseless, symbiotic rhythm.

Blazing sword energy erupted continuously from their forms.

Distorted space itself drew incoming attacks toward Zhang Yu.

At this moment, Zhang Yu stood like an unshakable mountain piercing the sky—or like a dark, devouring black hole encircling Bai Zhenzhen, eternally shielding her by absorbing every blow meant for her.

And Bai Zhenzhen? She was like a peerless longsword carving through mountains and parting seas—relentless, unstoppable—clearing every thorn from Zhang Yu’s path.

Watching them advance step by step, steadily compressing the battle lines, Tian Sha True Lord—who had been observing the battlefield—slowly grew pale with astonishment.

Beside him, Miao Shou True Lord murmured anxiously, “What do we do? Should we save them? With so many surrounding them, they can’t hold out much longer…”

Tian Sha sighed. “They won’t be able to stop Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.”

Miao Shou blinked in confusion. “What do you mean? You think these two alone—without the cover of heavenly calamities—can break through hundreds of Nascent Souls? Even if many among them are useless trash who barely qualified, there are still *hundreds*…”

Tian Sha replied calmly, “Zhang Yu’s defenses continuously adapt to his opponents’ attacks. After enduring that series of heavenly calamities and his clash with Zhanxian True Lord, his adaptive capacity has already reached an unprecedented peak.”

“And with every new wave of attacks, that state only intensifies further.”

“Add to that his apparent regenerative abilities, his talent for absorbing enemy strikes, and his mastery over spatial distortion—and you see why he can endure even against hundreds.”

“That’s precisely why the Righteous Alliance only sought to contain him earlier, not kill him outright.”

“Containment without killing… truly the optimal strategy against Zhang Yu.”

Gazing at the dazzling radiance erupting across the battlefield, Tian Sha continued, “But now that Bai Zhenzhen has joined him, everything has changed—changed utterly.”

“Zhang Yu… can no longer be contained.”

“For Bai Zhenzhen’s Extreme Emotion Sword Qi excels above all at destruction—it can sever any binding force designed merely to restrain.”

“Especially with that longsword in her hand, which amplifies her sword qi to its absolute zenith.”

“And the very nature of Extreme Emotion Sword Dao ensures that as Zhang Yu fights on, he continually ignites ever-greater surges of Bai Zhenzhen’s sword qi.”

Here, Tian Sha let out a long sigh, watching the blinding white sword energy surge back and forth between them. “And with their absolute, unreserved trust in each other—so complete that they can freely transmit Extreme Emotion Sword Qi between their bodies, sharing each other’s strength—I fear…”

“That until their spiritual energy is utterly exhausted, no one here can stop them.”

What Tian Sha did not know was that Bai Zhenzhen’s Qinglian Sword Embryo grew stronger with every strike—continuously adapting, refining, and escalating its offensive power against its target, sharpening her sword art to ever more devastating heights.

Combined with her surging Extreme Emotion Sword Qi, this trait magnified her destructive potential to its utmost extreme.

Above, hundreds of Nascent Soul True Lords crashed against them like tidal waves—relentless, overwhelming—but Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, hand in hand, carved through them all, hacking open a path forward with sheer, unstoppable force.

Amidst the escalating chaos, cries rang out from the Righteous Alliance ranks:

“Don’t attack Zhang Yu! Target Bai Zhenzhen!”

“Spatial barriers are useless—don’t let him get close!”

“We can’t retreat anymore!”

“We *must* stop them!”

“This sword qi is unnatural—don’t let it hit you repeatedly!”

“Fall back! Fall back! They’re coming!”

Decades—centuries—of cultivated martial arts and Daoist spells slammed into Zhang Yu, yet inflicted little damage.

Refined talismans, upgraded spirit artifacts, tempered flesh, reinforced armor—all crumbled before the ceaseless onslaught of Extreme Emotion Sword Qi.

For a moment, the sky rained broken treasures and cascaded blood.

And before anyone realized it, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen stood before Zhanxian True Lord himself.

Together, they roared: “Zhanxian! You are defeated!”

Zhanxian snorted coldly. “By the likes of you two?!”

But as the blinding white sword qi surged toward him, Zhanxian retreated.

Faced with sword qi he could not convert, he had no choice but to fall back again and again.

With a flick of his sword finger, he summoned blades of energy from heaven and earth, slashing through the void toward Bai Zhenzhen.

Crackling explosions echoed—but every one of his strikes was intercepted by Zhang Yu.

And then, an even fiercer tide of Extreme Emotion Sword Qi crashed forward.

Watching Bai Zhenzhen, who at this moment fought with reckless abandon, abandoning all defense for a barrage of fatal strikes, Perfected Lord Zhanxian's eyes were filled with nothing but perplexity, doubt, and utter disbelief.

"Why?"

Perfected Lord Zhanxian could see no defensive or evasive movements on Bai Zhenzhen's part; she merely unleashed sword strike after sword strike upon him, a tempest of pure offense completely devoid of defense, as though nothing else in the world could possibly occupy her mind.

Perfected Lord Zhanxian understood that this was Bai Zhenzhen placing her entire life and safety into Zhang Yu's hands.

"Why does she trust Zhang Yu so implicitly?"

"By what right do you believe in him so much?"

With a furious roar, Perfected Lord Zhanxian erupted with the latent strength within his body, his soaring sword intent colliding violently with the combined forces of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred exchanges passed, and as Perfected Lord Zhanxian watched the duo grow fiercer with every strike, he felt the increasingly surging waves of their sword intent of absolute emotion.

His gaze swept toward the hesitant Nascent Soul cultivators of the Righteous Qi Alliance standing a short distance away, wavering in their steps...

For some reason, the words Zhang Yu had spoken moments ago echoed in his mind.

"If they could be changed by Kunxu, they can be changed back..."

"To alter the living, that is what it truly means to change Kunxu!"

Perfected Lord Zhanxian gritted his teeth, forcing the stray thoughts from his mind.

Yet in the very next instant, Zhang Yu tore brutally through Perfected Lord Zhanxian's sword intent, lunging directly before him.

A massive torrent of sword intent was swallowed whole by one of Zhang Yu's hands, and immediately following, an even more torrential wave of absolute emotion sword intent erupted from his palm.

Throughout their joint battle, Zhang Yu had been tightly clasping Bai Zhenzhen's hand, utilizing his heritage as a descendant of immortals to silently accumulate the sword intent of absolute emotion.

Unleashing this amassed energy all at once, his offensive escalated to an entirely new echelon, instantly engulfing Perfected Lord Zhanxian completely.

Perfected Lord Zhanxian felt the oncoming sword intent grow sharper and heavier by the second, carving into his flesh until it split, shattering the meridians within his body piece by piece.

Thud, thud, thud, thud... Mists of blood erupted continuously from within Perfected Lord Zhanxian's body.

Feeling his movements grow heavier and slower, an unprecedented thought welled up in his heart.

"Am I... about to lose?"

"To lose to Zhang Yu?"

"To lose to an emotion I can no longer believe in, no longer comprehend?" "Impossible!"

With a thunderous shout, Perfected Lord Zhanxian abruptly reached out to grab the wildly slashing sword intent of absolute emotion, desperately trying to feel its searing heat, to feel the connection between emotion and blade, to feel the intent Bai Zhenzhen had poured into it...

"I am the one meant to create a new world."

"Together with Master and Grandmaster, the ones to change the world!!"

Yet, as he watched the sword intent gradually reduce his hand to powder, a tinge of sorrow and disappointment slowly surfaced in Perfected Lord Zhanxian's heart.

"Zhanxian..." Zhang Yu said softly, looking at the mighty warrior being slowly consumed by the sword intent of absolute emotion, "I saw it all."

"In your past, you too were once cared for by parents, guided by mentors, and treated with kindness by countless friends."

"Have you forgotten? You weren't born this way; you were changed while you were alive..."

As his body gradually crumbled, Perfected Lord Zhanxian felt himself grow weaker and weaker, his body becoming colder and more powerless, as if memories of his former self were flickering through his mind.

A past self before the burdens of duty, a child stumbling in his steps, someone who still needed to be held, cared for, and nurtured...

He remembered those who had betrayed him, trampled upon him, and drained him dry, but he also remembered how they had once cared for him, accompanied him, and guided him.

"Changed while alive, you say?"

With more than half of his body shattered under the onslaught of the absolute emotion sword intent, Perfected Lord Zhanxian knew his life had reached its final moment.

Looking at the last few strands of absolute emotion sword intent he had managed to convert, he let out a cold snort and said, "So I, too... am someone who should be changed?"

"Zhang Yu, I admit your words hold some truth, but..."

Perfected Lord Zhanxian looked at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen before him, speaking nonchalantly, "Remember this, you win against me today only because you are strong enough, it has absolutely nothing to do with any bullshit emotions. The strongest dictates all. Because you are strong enough today, you can enforce your ideals upon me. This is fucking Kunxu, remember that..."

Bang!

As the final remnants of his body shattered completely, Perfected Lord Zhanxian vanished into the heavens and earth, reduced to a cloud of ash.

Witnessing this scene, numerous powerhouses of the Righteous Qi Alliance stood frozen in place, and as Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s gazes swept over them, they scrambled backward in sheer terror.

At the same time, the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Ten Academies, who had been repelled earlier, began to assemble once more.

They had previously been scattered to the winds by Perfected Lord Zhanxian's forces; aside from those who had perished on the spot, the rest had fled in all directions, distancing themselves from the battlefield without truly deserting, watching the tide of battle from afar.

With Zhang Yu's appearance and the gradual reversal of the battle, these spectating Nascent Soul cultivators of the Ten Academies slowly gathered, drawing closer and closer to the conflict.

Perfected Lord Miaoshou, watching the demise of Perfected Lord Zhanxian, marveled, "They actually won... Tiansha, your prediction was quite accurate. It seems your years of combat experience haven't gone to waste."

Tiansha replied, "With the two of them working together, they are now invincible upon this Nascent Soul battlefield."

Perfected Lord Zhunda of the Heavenly Demon University, having returned to the battlefield at some unknown point, lamented, "First fighting a hundred alone and resisting a natural disaster, then joining forces to sweep away the experts of the Righteous Qi Alliance."

"I am thoroughly convinced. From this day forward, Perfected Lord Zhuyi is the strongest Nascent Soul of our Ten Academies."

Perfected Lord Tianzheng from the Netherworld University spoke, "Oh no, the scoundrels of the Righteous Qi Alliance want to ambush Perfected Lord Zhuyi while he is exhausted from the great battle. We must go support him immediately!"

Meanwhile, the atmosphere within the Soul Formation battlefield also shifted abruptly.

Divine Lord Nielian, who had been monitoring the great battle all along, could not help but burst into hearty laughter: "Excellent, excellent, excellent!"

"Ciji! Qingmu! What a fine disciple the two of you have raised! Not only is his capacity for research and wealth generation formidable, but his frontal combat ability is also supreme. For turning the tide this time, he deserves the chief merit!"

Divine Lord Yinquan of the Netherworld University looked toward Zhang Yu's position, his eyes flashing with continuous brilliance as he sighed inwardly, "A pity this Zhang Yu is neither my son nor my disciple."

Divine Lord Poyao of the Heavenly Sword University remarked with emotion, "If not for our school's Bai Zhenzhen, who was nurtured with all our Soul Formation resources, arriving at the critical juncture, Zhang Yu alone could not have accomplished such an earth-shattering feat."

Divine Lord Ciji also let out a slight sigh of relief at this moment, while simultaneously reminding, "Everyone, the overall situation is not yet settled; do not let your guard down. Order all schools to support Zhang Yu immediately and reclaim the array core completely."

Divine Lord Qingmu cautioned, "The Soul Formation cultivators of the Righteous Qi Alliance are intensifying their offensive. Everyone must hold the line!"

Thus, accompanied by successive orders from the Soul Formation lords of the Ten Academies, alongside the proactive cooperation of their Nascent Soul cultivators, streaks of rainbow light carved through the sky, descending toward the array core.

These Nascent Soul cultivators of the Ten Academies had either finished resting or healed their wounds, recovering most of their combat readiness.

Furthermore, with Perfected Lord Zhanxian dead and the overwhelming power displayed by the combined forces of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, the reclamation of the array core was well within sight, causing the fighting spirit of these Nascent Soul cultivators to surge like never before.

On the other side, Perfected Lord Tianxiang, Perfected Lord Huanghu, and others also charged into the battlefield with grand momentum.

In truth, they had arrived long ago, but the battlefield initially shrouded by the natural disaster was far too terrifying, deterring them from blindly joining.

Later, when the disaster dissipated, Zhang Yu was besieged by hundreds of Nascent Soul lords, a scene that likewise paralyzed them with fear.

The despair of defeat had completely enveloped them at that moment, giving rise to thoughts of retreat.

It was only upon witnessing Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen sweeping through the Righteous Qi Alliance together, ultimately defeating Perfected Lord Zhanxian, that Tianxiang and the others felt an ever-deepening shock in their hearts.

"This time, the price has to go up," Perfected Lord Tianxiang thought to himself. "The gratitude fee to be transferred to Perfected Lord Zhuyi must be increased by at least twofold? Or threefold?"

Unlike the booming morale of the Ten Academies, the Righteous Qi Alliance fell into a state of scattered panic following the defeat of Perfected Lord Zhanxian, retreating in defeat before the onslaught of the Ten Academies.

With a soft thud, Perfected Lord Zhanyun, with only half a body remaining, was pinned to the ground by several long swords.

Perfected Lord Tiansha sneered, "Traitor, with only half a body left, do you still think you can escape?"

Zhanyun let out a bitter smile and said, "If I said I was pretending to surrender to look for a chance to save people, would you believe me?"

Stepping firmly on the other's head, Perfected Lord Tiansha said coldly, "What do you think?"

Meanwhile, Zhang Yu’s demonic beast avatars were one by one regaining their freedom.

Yet the avatar that had absorbed the memories of Zhanxian Zhenjun remained firmly suppressed. Ever since Zhanxian Zhenjun’s defeat, this particular beast-avatar had fallen utterly silent.

Zhang Yu stared at it for a long moment, hesitating, unsure how best to proceed.

Shaking his head, he locked it away again, deciding to leave it be for now.

He then pulled Bai Zhenzhen aside to a secluded spot, whereupon she produced Fuki, transformed into a black pearl.

Fuki, catching sight of the sealed Xi Shen, immediately cried out in excitement, “Excellent! Zhang Yu, well done!”

Zhang Yu said, “Eat this, and you should be able to level up again, right?”

Fuki urged impatiently, “Of course! Hurry up and give it to me—once I level up, you’ll all benefit!”

Without further delay, Zhang Yu placed the black pearl directly onto the sealed Xi Shen.

In the next instant, the black pearl—Fuki in disguise—swelled violently, swallowing Xi Shen whole before shrinking back to its original size.

Fuki’s voice then drifted out, fragmented and faint: “I’ll need… some time… to digest…”

After that, she fell completely silent, seemingly slipping into deep unconsciousness.

Recalling how Fuki had similarly slept after her last feeding, Zhang Yu felt no surprise; he simply reached out and retrieved the black pearl once more.

At the same time, the entire array nexus had already been fully seized by the Ten Academies.

Gazing upon the conquered nexus, Zhang Yu sent a message to his elder sister: “Senior, can you control the array nexus?”

Zhang Pianpian replied, “Already working on it. Hold your position there—you’ll only need to wait another ten or so minutes.”

Simultaneously, Zhang Yu began discussing the next phase of their strategy with Ciji Shenjun and Qingmu Shenjun.

Ciji Shenjun spoke first: “We originally assumed your battle would, at best, temporarily secure the array nexus. In that case, we’d have no choice but to forcibly break the grand formation, allowing all our Nascent Soul cultivators from the Ten Academies to shift the battlefield elsewhere—to buy more time until the Heavenly Court arrives.”

According to Ciji Shenjun and the others’ earlier calculations, the entire second through fifth layers would then become a chaotic battleground for Nascent Soul combatants.

To stall until the Heavenly Court’s arrival, the Ten Academies’ Nascent Souls would engage in hit-and-run tactics, causing both the intensity and scale of combat to surge dramatically.

By the time the Heavenly Court finally descended, the second through fifth layers would likely suffer catastrophic, incalculable losses.

The mere thought of such devastation left the Nascent Soul masters of the Ten Academies deeply uneasy—yet powerless to change their grim prognosis.

But now, with Zhang Yu’s decisive victory over Zhanxian Zhenjun and the crushing defeat of Zhengqi Alliance’s remaining Core Formation experts, the entire Core Formation battlefield lay firmly under the Ten Academies’ control.

Thus, Ciji Shenjun and the others conceived a new plan.

“Use this array nexus to turn the Zhou Tian Yinhe Grand Formation against itself.”

As Ciji Shenjun spoke, he turned toward Qingmu Shenjun and added, “Old Gao, you’re the expert on formations—you explain it.”

Qingmu Shenjun nodded. “This grand formation consists of two concentric layers. To trap us Nascent Souls inside, they placed the array nexus within the outer formation, making it impossible for those within to break free without brute force.”

“Yet under constant assault from Fuxian Heaven and Zhengqi Alliance’s Nascent Souls, we never had the time or energy to attempt such a violent breach.”

“Compounded by the original barrier separating the fourth and fifth layers—which prevented reinforcements from the Ten Academies from reaching us—the situation seemed utterly hopeless, designed to entomb us here indefinitely.”

“But now, you’ve shattered the celestial vault, and the array nexus is entirely in our hands. Under these circumstances, we can easily reconfigure the outer formation to subvert the inner Zhou Tian Yinhe Grand Formation—using it instead to suppress Fuxian Heaven’s forces within and sever their supply lines.”

“In that case, it won’t be us trapped by the Zhou Tian Yinhe Grand Formation anymore—it’ll be them.”

“If we can then systematically suppress Zhengqi Alliance’s Nascent Souls within the formation…”

Should this strategy succeed, not only would the Nascent Soul battlefield remain contained—avoiding unimaginable, astronomical losses—but they could also annihilate Zhengqi Alliance’s Nascent Soul masters in one fell swoop, reaping immense rewards.

Consequently, nearly all the Nascent Soul masters present gave their enthusiastic approval to Ciji Shenjun and Qingmu Shenjun’s proposal.

Given the chance for far greater gains, they were willing to risk prolonging the conflict a while longer.

Zhang Yu naturally supported the plan as well. After all, if the Nascent Soul battlefield spilled outward, countless lives would be lost—his own included—and the entire war would spiral into uncontrollable chaos.

Once the strategy was finalized, Qingmu Shenjun presented a set of formation diagrams.

“This,” he explained, “is the new array blueprint I’ve devised based on my observations of the outer formation these past days.”

“As long as we follow this design to reconstruct the outer array, we’ll gain reverse control over the inner formation, harnessing the Zhou Tian Yinhe Grand Formation itself to suppress Zhengqi Alliance.”

Staring at the intricate diagrams, however, Zhang Yu felt a flicker of doubt stir within him.

“Fuxian Heaven… why didn’t they arrange the formation this way? Wouldn’t this have ended the battle much faster?”

(End of Chapter)