The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

A shadow emerged from the vortex. It was a huge figure, like a pair of wings that covered the sky.

"Haha, after leaving this world for so many years, it is finally time for me to return. I will make this world endure my anger and tremble under my feet." An angry and sinister voice came from the shadows.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A few flames dropped from the sky, igniting this area of the forest, turning it into a vast sea of fire.

Everyone was dumbstruck by this scene, even Wu Wu's eyes widened in shock. She knew about the Sky's Beyond, but never thought that the person who summoned the Sky's Beyond would become like this, in a blink of an eye, the lush green mountain forest turned into a purgatory.

The old man defeated Wu in one move, then flew onto the sacrificial altar, knelt down, and excitedly said respectfully: "Welcome to the Demonic God His Highness."

"Very good, that year the seed my demon clan left behind has finally sprouted. That year, we intentionally left behind so many clues so that some fated person can one day cultivate my demon clan's techniques and summon my demon clan back. That day, we have finally come, haha!" The demonic god laughed maniacally with a terrifying aura.

Even though Tang Zheng was hiding behind a big tree and had restrained his Qi, he was still stunned by the scene before. The Demon God had come from the Sky's Beyond, and with such power, Tang Zheng had never seen someone like him look down on the world.

Just what kind of place was the Sky's Beyond? There was actually such a powerful existence.

Most importantly, the information that the Demon God had revealed was that the demon clan had been driven out of this world, and they had intentionally left some clues and techniques behind, all so that their descendants could cultivate these techniques and then summon them back.

Use your heart.

Then who drove them out of this world? Who could be so powerful to be able to drive away such a powerful existence?

A series of questions flooded into his mind like an avalanche, leaving him confused.

"Despicable cultivators, back then you were driven away, but now, don't even think about putting on a show in this world." Wu shouted angrily.

The demon god disdainfully replied, "You're just an ant that dares to speak to me like that. You're courting death."

As her voice fell, a mass of flames fell from the sky towards Martial's direction. Martial hastily dodged it. The place where she was standing had turned into a huge pit, and even the soil had become scorched black.

The might of a demonic god was extraordinary.

The other soldiers, as well as Dou Long and the rest, were all trembling in fear. Only Gao Dazhi's eyes were shining brightly, as if he was a wolf staring at its prey.

"Demon God, this is one of the leaders of the legendary demon clan, the Demon God's Descent. Then the demon clan will definitely flourish, and after I surpass Tang Zheng, it will be just around the corner."

With great difficulty, Gao Dazhi managed to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and did not rush up to kneel to the Demon God. As for Wu, he was finally curious, who the hell is she, looks like she has an irreconcilable enmity with the demon clan, and she also knows about cultivators so well.

"No, I'll just wait and see. What if I expose myself now and attract the Instructor Wu's attacks?" Gao Dazhi had experienced something similar in Tang Zheng's hands, and was now exceptionally cautious.

Tang Zheng looked at the demon gods getting more and more out of the whirlpools, and thought that this was his last chance to stop them.

"Fine, as long as it's exposed, this demon god is too powerful. As long as he comes to this world, he will definitely make the demon clan stronger. For ordinary people, that would definitely be a disaster."

Tang Zheng gritted his teeth and summoned his War Soul Sword.

"War Soul Sword, this time it's all up to you." Tang Zheng caressed the sword blade gently, and said in his heart.

The black light on the War Soul Sword flickered for a moment, as if responding to him. Tang Zheng immediately calmed himself down and stared at the Demon God.

"Go!"

Tang Zheng bellowed and used the Imperial Sword Technique. The War Soul Sword flew quietly and transformed into a black bolt of lightning, piercing towards the Demon God.

Puff!

A bloody light shot up into the sky as the demon god roared, "Who is it? Who dares to hurt me!? "

"Whiz!"

The massive figure of the demonic god broke free from the vortex and descended from the sky, landing on the altar. This figure rapidly shrank and turned into a human. He was clad in a crimson cloak, and his entire body was shrouded in it, making it impossible to see his appearance.

But the anger in his voice was enough to make everyone tremble in fear, he suddenly looked towards Tang Zheng's direction, his gaze was like lightning, with a wave of his hand, a black light flashed.

Boom! *

The large tree in front of Tang Zheng snapped in half, and Tang Zheng easily caught the streak of black light; it was the War Soul Sword.

War Soul Sword s were very difficult to use in the hands of other people, because they weren't the masters of War Soul Sword, but in the hands of this demon god, their power was still extraordinary.

Tang Zheng's hand that was holding onto the sword started to tremble, a terrifying force followed his meridians and spread throughout his body.

He hurriedly circulated his true qi to counteract this force, feeling a sense of weakness all over his body.

This was just a simple strike from the opponent and yet it already contained such a great power. If the opponent were to use his full strength, what kind of scene would that be?

Tang Zheng did not dare imagine, because he knew that this meant that he would definitely die, and what made him even more shocked was that the War Soul Sword's light had dimmed and it was obvious that it had been injured.

The only thing that comforted him was the blood on the War Soul Sword, which was obviously Demon God's blood. In other words, in that sudden attack last time, he had indeed injured the War Soul Sword, but Tang Zheng was not sure how bad it was.

Tang Zheng immediately kept the War Soul Sword back into the Sumeru Bag. Since the War Soul Sword was injured, he could no longer use it for the time being.

From Tang Zheng's attack, to the Demon God's descent, to the Demon God's counterattack, all of this happened too fast. The others simply could not see what happened clearly, and not even the appearance of the War Soul Sword could be seen clearly. They could only see the trajectory of the black light as it streaked across the sky.

The tree was cut in half, revealing Tang Zheng's figure. Everyone looked at him at the same time, no one noticed that there was someone hiding here.

"So you are here!" The old man suddenly stood up, he glared at Tang Zheng, and without question, he started to cause trouble for him.

"You are a cultivator, yet you are helping these people and obstructing the Demon God's descent. What is your intention?" The old man asked loudly.

Tang Zheng took a big step forward and said: "Why would I let a demon like this come to this world to kill people?"

Tang Zheng's voice also changed, no one could tell that it was him.

"But you are a cultivator, yet you are in cahoots with this group of people. They are our enemies, we are the allies." The old man said indignantly.

Tang Zheng curled his lips and said: "Don't put gold on your face. I am a cultivator, but you are, in fact, the demon clan. Cultivators are just like warriors, amongst them, there are good people and bad people, and demon clan is one of those bad people.

After saying that, he gave Wu a meaningful glance. Wu Dai stared at him, slightly startled. This sentence was deafening, and it caused great waves to surge through her heart.

If someone had said those words to her in the past, she would definitely scoff and not believe it at all. But after hearing what Tang Zheng said this time, she was not in a hurry to deny it, but had sunk into deep thought.

Because this was what Tang Zheng was doing, she had no choice but to believe it.

Were there really good people among the cultivators?

It seemed that cultivators were also human. Naturally, there would be good and bad people, and there wouldn't be much difference between them and martial artists.

But didn't Sect Head say that cultivators were a group of crazy people? A man must be killed.

Her eyes were staring straight at Tang Zheng, as if she wanted to get more information from this ordinary and unfamiliar face.

However, she found that all of this was in vain.

"Could it be that the sect head was truly wrong?" An idea suddenly popped up in her mind, and she was instantly frightened by it. "That won't happen, Sovereign definitely won't be wrong."

Her expression became cold, and she said in her heart: "No matter who this cultivator is, since he is stopping the Demon Gods from descending, we shall let them fight amongst themselves. Martial Sect is too far away, if Lord Sect Master is able to come here, then the Demon God is not something to be afraid of."

The old man was retorted to speechlessness by Tang Zheng, his face was flushed red to his ears.

The demon god disdainfully coldly said, "Ignorant child, if you pretend to be so beautiful in front of me, I'll send you to hell right now. It's because you women are too many among the cultivators that you're in such a situation."

The Demon God's body pounced towards Tang Zheng in a flash. As he unfurled his huge cape, a whirlwind rushed towards the sky and directly engulfed Tang Zheng within it. Tang Zheng didn't even have a chance to resist.

Tang Zheng turned pale, what cultivation was this demon god, to actually be so powerful?

"Damn it!"

Tang Zheng cursed loudly. His body had already floated in midair, floating and swaying under the blood red tornado. This tornado was like a sharp blade that sliced apart his clothes, and then slowly cut open his skin and muscles.

Fresh blood danced in the air, Tang Zheng screamed out in pain, it was the feeling of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, his veins were exposed, his eyes were wide open as he stared at the Demon God.

The Demon God looked at him with ridicule, "If you don't know your place, I will first take care of them. Then, I will slowly take care of the others amongst the cultivators."

The demon god walked towards him step by step, but the expression on his face didn't change. He remained unmoving, but the soldiers behind him seemed to have met their nemesis, unconsciously taking a few steps back.

There was no helping it, the demon god's momentum was too strong, and ordinary people were simply unable to resist it.

The old man's expression was excited as he followed beside the Demon God, respectfully saying, "Demonic God His Highness, let me settle this kind of small fry for you."

The demon god nodded, "Okay, leave a living one for me. precelestial martial artist's fresh blood is just the perfect sacrifice for my cultivation."

He actually used the lives of others to cultivate. As expected of the demon clan, their cultivation technique was too vicious.

Snorting coldly, Wu said, "I will only die in battle and will not surrender. Come, I will not do as you wish."

With that, she took a step forward and raised her hand up, like a blade.

Roaring Flame Saber!

A wave of heat emanated from her palm, like a flaming blade.

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