Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

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Seeing that the Saint Son of Wind Gate, Ding Dai, was being overwhelmed and about to be crushed, a ghastly shriek pierced the air in an instant. A tide of black energy surged, filled with malevolence and icy chill.

"They finally can't hold back, can they?" Suddenly, Gu Chen's eyes flashed as he looked in that direction, his expression extremely cold.

In his eyes, those demons were not at all terrifying; to him, they were merely walking Divine Power values.

However, it was different for the others. The appearance of the demons caused a great shock to all those uninformed people, including the Yaksha Clan.

"What's going on here?!"

Even Night Mo himself was bewildered, not understanding why demons would appear here, and originating from the people of Wind Gate no less.

Clearly, the Yaksha Clan was not aware that Wind Gate had aligned with the Saint Sect; they had been kept in the dark.

The presence of demons, even in the higher realms, was tremendously fearsome; they once wreaked havoc above, and their mention colored conversations with fear. The Ten Thousand Tribes regarded them with great trepidation.

As for the Saint Sect, that was an even less welcome topic of conversation, having once caused a great catastrophe in the higher realms.

Even now, while the Saint Sect was no longer as predominant as before and had become much more discreet, they were still feared by countless beings in the higher realms.

"Could it be?!" At this moment, Night Mo's face turned pale as he thought of the reason behind it.

Although the Yaksha Clan was ugly in appearance, they were not fools. After all, the Yaksha Clan's strength was not weak among the Ten Thousand Tribes.

In that instant, Night Mo's pupils shrank violently; he thought of many possibilities and realized that Wind Gate had secretly sworn allegiance to the Saint Sect.

As for the Heavenly Mysterious Imperial Dynasty, he did not think that far ahead.

After all, the Heavenly Mysterious Imperial Dynasty was a dominant force within a single domain and was considered a behemoth throughout the entire higher realms. The matter was too significant, and Night Mo did not dare to contemplate it, nor did he think in that direction.

Moreover, in his view, this matter was not related to the Heavenly Mysterious Imperial Dynasty.

Although Wind Gate was in a collaboration with the Heavenly Mysterious Imperial Dynasty, the latter was only focused on helping Prince Gu Yan break through the Cave Heaven Realm. Their involvement with Wind Gate was not substantial, and they previously had little contact with each other.

"Not good!"

Seeing this scene, the Saint Son of Wind Gate, Ding Dai, was also greatly alarmed. Aligning with the Saint Sect – this matter absolutely could not be exposed, otherwise, they would be attacked by all under heaven!

Even within Wind Gate itself, very few people were privy to this affair; only the upper echelons of Wind Gate, such as the Sect Master, core elders, and Supreme Elders, as well as some disciples who had fused with the demons, knew about it.

Even the Saint Son of Wind Gate, Ding Dai, had only learned of it recently because the Sect Master of Wind Gate wanted him to merge with a demon to achieve further advances, an almost boundless lifespan, which greatly tempted Ding Dai!

Furthermore, it's worth mentioning that the Saint Sect's internal security was also extremely tight. Except for the true higher-ups, even those who had joined the Saint Sect did not know each other's identities.

In other words, Wind Gate was actually unaware that the Heavenly Mysterious Imperial Dynasty was also under the Saint Sect.

"We must keep this secret, otherwise, once it leaks, either we will die, or Wind Gate will perish!" Ding Dai's face gradually contorted with madness.

At this moment, even Night Mo was implicitly regarded as an enemy in his eyes.

And Night Mo, naturally, noticed this as well.

"Roar!"

Meanwhile, a ferocious roar sounded. The disciples of Wind Gate who had merged with the demons were already strong, and with the empowerment of demonic forces, their strength surged wildly. Fearlessly suicidal, they exhibited terrifying regenerative abilities!

Demons had no weaknesses. Unless suppressed by absolute power, even if their heads were to be shattered, they could resurrect.

For a time, the people of Frost Soul Sect were shocked and also found themselves retreating as they fought.

Witnessing this scene, Gu Chen's brows furrowed and he prepared to go and assist.

"You can't leave!"

At that moment, the Saint Son of Wind Gate, Ding Dai, roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he tried to entangle Gu Chen and prevent him from leaving.

On the other side, Night Mo of Night Spirit Valley, with a fierce look on his face, gritted his teeth and, instead of choosing to confront Wind Gate, charged at Gu Chen once again.

Suddenly seeing this, Gu Chen's eyes turned icy.

Some decisions, once made, leave no chance for regret.

Of course, even if the other parties regretted it, Gu Chen would not spare Night Mo, or anyone from Night Spirit Valley for that matter. After all, they were, in his eyes, merely walking points of power.

"Hm?!"

Seeing Night Mo not turning on them at the last moment, Ding Dai's eyes brightened, very much surprised.

"Die!"

At that moment, Night Mo approached Gu Chen, and with a loud roar from his hideous face, a blue-green flame spread.

He understood very clearly that with Gu Chen's strength, once he dealt with the people of Wind Gate, he himself would undoubtedly also not escape death. As such, he might as well help Ding Dai against Gu Chen!

At least, even if Ding Dai turned on him afterward, Night Mo was confident he could handle it.

But against Gu Chen, who was nearly invincible, Night Mo had no confidence at all, and even a hint of fear began to grow in his heart.

"Shadow Capturing Gust!"

"Wild Wind Surge!"

"Wind Sweeping Clouds!"

In an instant, the Saint Son of Wind Gate, Ding Dai, gave his all. His inner mana surged fiercely, consecutively unleashing the peak techniques of Wind Gate. In a moment, the winds roared and the Gang Wind howled, chilling as a blade, with each strike aiming to be lethal to Gu Chen.

Night Mo, too, fought desperately, using the secret arts of the Yaksha Clan. His body's blue-green flames burned, possessing powerful corrosive abilities that could instantly dissolve a Heaven Realm martial artist into a pool of blood, resulting in their death.

"Futile effort!"

Gu Chen's expression was detached. He stretched out his five fingers and slowly clenched them. Accompanying his fist, a huge whirlpool emerged in his palm, with the surrounding vital energy surging. The winds became even fiercer, and the astonishing fluctuations made it seem as if a small heaven and earth were within his grasp.

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