Chapter 142: The City Falls, Spirit Beasts Arise (Extra Chapter for Alliance Lord 'Qtso Xiao Xiong')

Zhou Haitang had fallen.

Not just in body—but in spirit.

He had been defeated by the sheer martial artistry embodied in a single finger, crushed by the overwhelming mastery of that peerless young man!

Yet even as Zhou Haitang collapsed, another master stepped onto the Discourse Platform—right at the edge of the Dragon River’s roaring waves—determined to challenge that dazzling figure for supremacy!

The crowd of masters, stirred by the same fervor that had consumed Zhou Haitang, were now aflame with desire. Aside from the promises made by Mount Wu Liang, the young man had already vanquished countless masters in succession. The aura of his Martial Dao, the depth of his power—something beyond their wildest imagination—had ignited a burning need within them. They wanted to touch it. To chase it. To glimpse the peak of power that lay far beyond their reach.

Boom!

Boom!

The next masters to ascend collapsed instantly—flying off the platform like broken leaves in a storm.

They unleashed their ultimate techniques—swords, spears, halberds, fists, divine spells—but before that radiant figure, every martial path seemed to have a counter. No matter the form, no matter the power, they could not even shake him.

One finger, and he suppressed all masters beneath him.

In the entire arena, not a single soul could move that one finger.

As no more masters dared to step forward, silence fell over the entire gathering—the masters themselves, their disciples, the prodigies summoned from across the Nineteen Provinces—all frozen in stunned disbelief, as silent as the dead.

Only the towering Cosmic and Earthly Soul Form remained, clad in a mantle of Divine Might Flame, sitting motionless like a god surveying mortals with cold, unblinking eyes.

No one dared rise. No one dared speak of supremacy.

Whether it was Dao atmosphere, physical endurance, the vast reach of Divine Awareness, or the raw power of a master’s divine might—the fourteen-year-old youth had already reached the absolute peak.

He was unmatched. Irreproachable.

This challenge, initiated by Qin Wujue, had lasted two hours. Yet the young man had never once drawn his weapon.

Not a single blow had been thrown.

All he had done was release his external Divine Soul—and still, he suppressed the entire assembly. Even more astonishingly, he had protected the single chess piece carved from fragile stone.

Let it be known: even at the Sect Master realm, their mere sneeze could shatter that tiny stone.

And yet—this ordinary little pebble, now, had suppressed all masters.

It had pinned the revered Buddha’s Heir—the top-ranked heir of the Qianlong Ranking—flat on the ground, helpless, like a lifeless insect.

Indeed, no one was more shaken than Qin Wujue.

For two hours, he had watched master after master charge forward, only to be shattered one by one. And all the while, he himself had been utterly suppressed, unable to resist.

The young man hadn’t just crushed his body.

He had shattered his Dao heart.

Qin Wujue’s eyes were hollow, lifeless.

Once, he had dominated the Qianlong Ranking for three years—unrivaled. At nineteen, he had ascended to the peak of all masters.

Consider this: Li Tiangang of the Li Clan, the famed Marquis Xing Wu, had only reached the Human-Heaven Stage at nineteen—world-renowned today.

In other words, their potential had been equal.

Had fate not intervened, Qin Wujue would have climbed to the summit, earned immortal fame, become a figure seated upon a lotus throne—revered by millions, offered incense, bowed to in awe.

But now… his Dao heart was gone.

The sun had set.

Gilded evening light bathed the faces of everyone outside the Discourse Platform, painting them in a sickly, burning gold—as if they were covered in molten paper.

This was not just the end of day.

It was the end of an era—for the masters.

From this moment on, a legend would rise—unmatched in the annals of history.

A youth, soaring on the wind, had suppressed the entire martial world with a single finger—at fourteen.

They understood now: from this day forward, on the Heaven and Earth Ranking List, that name would blaze like a sun, overshadowing Emperor Yu’s prodigies for eight years.

This record… would never be broken.

The middle-aged Arhat, his face pale with fury, stared with shock and rising anger—yet beneath it, a flicker of fear, of deep unease.

This youth wasn’t just incredibly fast in cultivation.

His real combat prowess, his mastery of martial artistry—was beyond imagination.

This natural talent… it was as if a sage had been reborn.

No one could match it.

In ten years?

He might stand shoulder to shoulder with the ancient Four Foundations Realm elders.

Taking a deep breath, the Arhat forced down his rage, speaking solemnly:

“Master… no one can challenge you now. You’ve made your point. Won’t you let go?”

Li Hao’s voice was cold, indifferent.

“I said—he must say it himself. Otherwise, how would I know if he truly submits?

What if he still has a trump card?

Shouldn’t we give him a chance to play it?

Don’t you think that would be unfair?”

Even after thirty years of meditation and discipline, the Arhat nearly choked on his own blood.

Even the Buddha could be angered.

Fair?

Unfair?

Qin Wujue was already on the verge of unconsciousness, his soul scattered—yet Li Hao still refused to relent.

Admit defeat?

That was the last shred of will left in Qin Wujue’s heart.

If that broke… he would spend the rest of his life living in Li Hao’s shadow.

The Arhat clenched his teeth, suppressing fury.

“Master Li… mercy is virtue. Do you truly wish to make enemies with Mount Wu Liang?”

Li Hao smirked inwardly.

Enemies?

We’ve been enemies since the beginning.

But such things could only be dealt with behind closed doors.

Outwardly, he spoke calmly:

“Senior, you overstate it. We’re merely engaging in a normal Dao sparring match. Where is the grudge?

He was the one who challenged me.

Now, if he wishes to end it, he must say so himself.

If you seek justice—why didn’t you speak when he challenged me?”

“Challenging a fifth-rank disciple with the title of Qianlong Ranking’s top prodigy?

Isn’t that bullying?”

The Arhat was speechless.

His heart boiled with rage.

He glanced at the Sky Mechanism Mountain Person beside him—those who claimed the Heavenly Insight Tower could foresee fate, knew all secrets.

No truth could hide from them.

Yet this youth—Li Hao—had risen to fame in Qingzhou, revealing a Fifteen Li Stage cultivation level.

Only now did the world learn of such a prodigy.

But what no one knew—was that at an even younger age, he had already reached the Divine Travel Realm.

Now, after this battle, people assumed it was a father-son match—Li Tiangang had deliberately held back, which was why Li Hao was ranked fifth.

But what if…

What if, judging by Li Hao’s display today—if he had unleashed his full power, he could have fought the Three Immortals?

After all, Li Tiangang had broken his Heart Oath, suffered grievous wounds, and dropped in realm.

He was no longer the invincible force he had been during Yanbei’s wars.

And yet—people underestimated him.

Even the Heavenly Insight Tower?

Wasn’t that a harm?

The Arhat’s glare burned into the Sky Mechanism Mountain Person.

The man snapped back to reality, felt the heat of his fury, and reluctantly stepped forward—only to be cut short by a sudden, earth-shattering roar from afar.

The sound was deafening—like a meteor striking the ground.

Everyone turned sharply.

Even Li Hao.

Not far from the city walls, a brilliant purple array pattern flared into existence—but then vanished instantly, as if burned away by fire.

At the same moment, the top of a massive arrow tower and cannon tower within the city exploded.

The crowd froze.

Then, their faces twisted in horror.

That vanishing pattern—the Divine Array had been shattered.

This was the City-Protection Divine Array—the shield of Dayue City.

With it, even a Celestial Human Sect Master residing within the city could withstand a demon tide led by a Three Immortal Realm Demon Beast for half a day.

And half a day was enough to send for reinforcements—enough to summon powerful allies.

But now… the city’s protection had been breached.

And worse—the array hadn’t even activated before being destroyed.

That meant it was broken from within.

Only two possibilities: either a human traitor, or a Demon Beast had infiltrated the city.

But Demon Beasts could only enter with proper registration and a travel permit.

Without it—the Divine Array would have annihilated them instantly.

As confusion rippled through the crowd, two more towers shattered—one spewing out two black figures.

One shot straight toward the wall, slamming into it with a crack.

The other gave chase—grasping the fallen man, pinning his head against the stone, then crushing his skull with a single twist.

Li Hao, after cultivating the Bright Jade True Demon Technique, had sharpened his vision to an inhuman degree.

Even from ten miles away, he could see clearly—the cracks in the bricks on the wall, the details of the scene.

The man whose skull was crushed—was a city defender in full battle armor.

And the one who killed him—his robe flared open, revealing thick, crimson muscle, dense fur, and a pair of sharp horns jutting from his skull.

A Demon Beast.

And not just any—its aura burned like a furnace.

Definitely not Human-Heaven Stage.

Three Immortal Realm Great Demon.

No shape transformation needed—this beast had crushed a Human-Heaven Stage general like a toy.

“Demons!”

“Demons have entered the city!”

Li Hao wasn’t the only one who saw it.

Other Sect Master-level eyes could barely make it out.

Some even activated Spirit Soul Gaze, piercing through the haze.

Instantly, the entire Discourse Platform grew silent—then filled with shock.

Demons had broken into Dayue City?

This was the heartland of the northwest—far from the frontier!

“Three Immortal Realm Great Demon!”

The middle-aged Arhat—Wen Tianen—paled.

This wasn’t just an invasion.

It was a warning.

A signal.

He glanced at the Sky Mechanism Mountain Person—both felt the rising danger.

Liangzhou’s border had been restless.

Unease spread through the land.

Even Li Clan knew.

The Heavenly Insight Tower had sensed it too.

Before Wen Tianen’s journey, his master—the Bodhisattva—had warned him: Be cautious on the road. Do not linger near the frontier.

And yet…

These demons had dared to attack the city.

And judging by their form—they meant to break through the walls.

“Damn it! There’s a demon army outside the city!”

A master suddenly roared.

Others had already sent their Spirit Souls soaring above the city, scouting the horizon.

The plain beyond Dayue City stretched endlessly—no place to hide.

But now, along the distant edge of the sky—a black tide was approaching.

They had come with intent.

And they had chosen the worst possible moment.

“Alert the City Governor’s Mansion!”

“Damn it—the City Protection Array is broken! How do we defend?”

“Fear not! They picked the wrong time.

The world’s masters are gathered here! They’ve stepped on iron!”

“Masters! Demons approach!

As warriors, we must slay demons and evil beings!

Who will join me in killing this Spirit Beast?”

Though not every master was present, at least eighty percent had come.

So fear was absent—only resolve.

Boom!

As they spoke, the last cannon tower on the eastern wall shattered.

A gray-robed figure flew out—only glancing once at the Dragon River side.

That single glance—from ten miles away—sent shivers through Wen Tianen and the Sky Mechanism Mountain Person.

Their bodies froze.

A wave of icy dread swept through them.

Then—deep within the city—a chorus of screams erupted.

The massive demon revealed its true form—a colossal Ox Demon.

It charged through the streets, knocking down buildings with its body.

It opened its mouth, and a whirlwind of demonic wind swept across the ground—dragging fleeing commoners into its maw.

One gulp.

Dozens swallowed.

Blood sprayed from its mouth like juice from a ripe fruit.

“Delicious!”

The Ox Demon laughed, charging forward.

The crowd erupted in fury.

Lin Qingfeng—once defeated by Li Hao—now swallowed a pill.

His wounds healed at an astonishing rate, flesh knitting before their eyes.

He stepped forward—his Peak Grand Sect Master power surging.

He dared face the Three Immortal Realm Ox Demon.

With enough masters, perhaps they could stop its hooves.

But just as he stepped—a black blur shot from the sky.

It struck the Discourse Platform with a crack, embedding deep into the stone.

Inside the crater—was a broken battle armor.

The man’s eyes were lifeless.

His skull shattered.

The face—the City Governor.

Boom!

The ground trembled.

Two figures descended from the sky—landing with thunderous force, cracking the earth beneath them.

Dust rose.

One figure waved his hand, dispersing the haze.

A towering figure stood revealed—handsome, yet with thick fur along his cheeks.

His eyes glowed purple, radiating a supernatural, fiendish light.

His gaze swept across the crowd—lingering briefly on Li Hao’s Cosmic and Earthly Soul Form.

“Such a delicious aura…”

His robe shifted—revealing a purple-golden robe of rare splendor, clearly not of ordinary rank.

Behind him—stood the gray-robed elder, smiling faintly.

As if seeing everyone…

Yet, in the depths of his eyes—no one was there.

“Two Great Demons!”

The human hearts of the crowd shuddered.

Their minds trembled.

Even these masters—lords of their own realms—felt dwarfed before Two Three Immortal Realm Great Demons.

But they were many.

And with Wen Tianen and the Sky Mechanism Mountain Person present, they were not entirely outmatched.

“Finally… I can let loose.

These past few days, I’ve been suffocating.”

The purple-golden-robed youth stretched his arms, cracked his neck, his smile playful.

He stepped forward—toward the crowd.

The disciples and relatives of the masters—they recoiled, staggering back in terror.

They weren’t Celestial Human Sect Masters.

Under the Great Demon’s aura, they trembled like ice.

Now, two hundred masters—standing before two demonic titans—felt their very auras crushed, their bodies trembling with fear.

And then—the hand that had been pressing down on Qin Wujue’s body—slowly retracted.

The chess piece in its palm flared with brilliant light—then flew like a shooting star, slicing through the air, hurling itself at the purple-robed youth.

And in that instant—it tore a hole in the overwhelming Demon Tyranny.

(End of Chapter)

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