Chapter 932: Slaying Demons (Part 1)

Demons originate from beyond the heavens and can only inhabit humans to avoid rejection from this world.

Demons are cunning and ferocious, delighting in blood, flesh, and soul, using human cultivators as resources, making them impossible to eradicate!

This is the basic definition of "demons" from the perspective of human cultivators. People fear and dread demons, but very few have truly seen them.

Because most of those who have seen them are dead!

Wang Chen had been in the Cangqing Realm for a while, but today was undoubtedly his first encounter with a great enemy of humanity.

Facing the ferocious attack from Zhang Shi Tou, Wang Chen stood still for a moment, then suddenly swung the Yan Feather Blade towards his opponent’s head.

This strike was simple and direct, with no flamboyance, but the speed was as swift as thunder and lightning, unleashing a dazzling cold light that enveloped the already semi-demonic Zhang Shi Tou!

Puff!

In the next moment, Wang Chen and Zhang Shi Tou both flew backward.

They quickly separated.

Wang Chen steadied himself and glanced down at his chest.

His flying fish uniform had been slashed open with three long cuts, from his left shoulder to his lower abdomen, exposing the Inner Armor beneath.

That was quite powerful!

With each inch, the strength increased. Although his opponent acted first, Wang Chen chose the perfect timing to counterattack and, relying on his weapon advantage, pushed Zhang Shi Tou back.

Yet, he still had his clothes torn by Zhang Shi Tou’s sharp claws.

Wang Chen suspected that the demon possessing Zhang Shi Tou was not a low-level Blood-sucking Beast but a higher-rank entity!

Of course, even without the protection of Inner Armor, Zhang Shi Tou’s claws couldn’t harm Wang Chen, as his body surface was covered with an invisible malevolent aura, providing Defense far superior to that thin layer of soft armor.

The reason why a fifth level martial sect master had the qualifications to establish a sect was that they could project their internal energy externally. Whether Defending or attacking, their combat ability far exceeded that of a fourth-level martial general.

In contrast, Zhang Shi Tou was severely injured!

Half of Zhang Shi Tou’s face had been brutally sliced open, with the wound extending from his chin to his chest and abdomen, revealing stark white bones and writhing intestines.

Strangely, despite his severe wounds, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

Moreover, Zhang Shi Tou’s flesh visibly closed and healed at an astonishing speed; his self-healing ability left people dumbfounded, almost unimaginable!

“You are strong.”

Zhang Shi Tou licked his split lips with his tongue, his throat emitting a hoarse voice: “I believe your flesh is delicious; I will savor it slowly for at least three days!”

The demon inhabiting the human snarled, its eyes glinting with a spirit beast’s red light, speaking as if from the depths of the abyss, radiating an indescribable malevolent aura.

Wang Chen smiled.

Suddenly, he sheathed his blade, turned around, and in an instant gripped a flintlock pistol in his right hand, pulling the trigger with force.

The mechanism drove the hammer, and the flint struck the flashpan, creating a spark that ignited the gunpowder inside. The rapidly expanding gas propelled the bullet lodged in the barrel forward.

Just five steps ahead, a ghostly figure flashed past.

It was, in fact, an assassin from the Qianlong Society!

Before the masked man could stab with the dagger he tightly gripped, a bullet the size of a thumb instantaneously struck his forehead.

Puff!

The powerful assassin’s forehead suddenly burst open in a spray of blood, and a large amount of brain matter ejected from the back of his head.

He shuddered violently, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Then he toppled backward!

Whoosh!

Wang Chen blew away the smoke curling from the gun barrel and calmly turned to face Zhang Shi Tou once more.

From the moment he turned and fired to the moment his opponent fell, only a blink of an eye had passed.

This was not Wang Chen’s first time using his homemade flintlock pistol, but it was his first time employing it in actual combat, and with a single shot, he had killed a fourth-level martial general from the Qianlong Society.

Wang Chen was well aware that this outcome involved a significant element of luck.

Firstly, aside from him, no one in this world had ever seen a flintlock gun, leaving them utterly unprepared to defend against such a weapon.

Secondly, the assassin had been overconfident in his stealth, sneaking up behind Wang Chen in an attempt to launch a surprise attack. He paid the price for his arrogance, taking a close-range hit from a reinforced bullet and becoming the first victim of Wang Chen’s firearm.

But the fact remained: the flintguns Wang Chen had crafted possessed deadly power against martial artists below the fifth level!

Zhang Shi Tou’s reaction was peculiar. Instead of seizing the opportunity to attack Wang Chen, he took two steps back, raising his arms defensively, and hissed, "What kind of hidden weapon is this?"

"This is called a flintgun," Wang Chen replied with a faint smile.

In his hand, the flintlock pistol suddenly "shifted" into a flintlock rifle, and he swiftly aimed to the right.

Bang!

He pulled the trigger again.

As another of Wang Chen’s homemade firearms, the flintlock rifle far surpassed the pistol in both range and destructive power. Almost simultaneously with the gunshot, a figure darted through the nearby woods.

Wang Chen’s hands trembled slightly as he switched to a second flintlock rifle, already loaded and ready.

While the flintgun was undeniably powerful, its glaring weakness was its slow reload speed.

To maintain continuous firepower, Wang Chen had pre-loaded five flintlock rifles and pistols, storing them in his storage space for use in battle.

This was his unique combat technique!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three consecutive shots rang out, and another assassin from the Qianlong Society emerged from the woods.

He staggered a few steps before collapsing to the ground.

The assassin had blood holes the size of bowls in his right chest, lower abdomen, and left thigh. Even a divine being couldn’t save him now; the fact that he had lasted this long was a testament to his strength.

Wang Chen stowed the rifle in his hand, choosing not to switch to the final one.

Strangely, throughout Wang Chen’s barrage of shots, Zhang Shi Tou had stood by, watching without making a move.

Only after the assassin fell did the demon speak, "I think I remember now. I’ve seen a weapon like this before, but not in this world. Which world was it?"

He muttered to himself, a flicker of contemplation and confusion in his eyes.

But in the next instant, Zhang Shi Tou’s expression twisted into one of sheer ferocity, and he roared, "Die!"

He spread his arms wide, his body swelling grotesquely as his clothes and skin burst apart.

An ugly, dark-red creature erupted from within, its back bristling with long spikes. It spewed a foul blood mist toward Wang Chen.

At the same time, it folded its arms and crouched forward, the black spikes on its back aligning directly with Wang Chen.

Instantly, they launched!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The spikes shot forth like a barrage of arrows, densely filling the air and hurtling toward Wang Chen in the blink of an eye.

But at that moment, a glimmering silver light erupted before Wang Chen.

The clang of metal rang out incessantly as every incoming spike was deflected or shattered!

In Wang Chen’s hands was a long spear.

The Seven-Pronged Spear!