Cultivation: From Servant to Revered Immortal

Chapter 744: Chapter 73: Human-Demon Showdown!

After the two hurriedly exchanged a few words, they returned to their respective bases to arrange military matters for their subordinate cultivators.

These True Monarch Nascent Souls were not alone; each had a vast army of cultivators numbering from several thousand to ten thousand.

For instance, under Zhou Xun, there were two war flying ships and an army of ten thousand cultivators.

That night, Zhou Xun called together over forty Core Formation subordinates.

In this great battle, he needed to deal with the Thunder Feather Demon Emperor and naturally could not concern himself with these subordinates.

”Lingfeng, with your connection to True Monarch Qianchuan, why did you follow me to the front line?”

Looking at the young man below, Zhou Xun’s expression was complex.

The most promising disciple of True Monarch Qianchuan, Wang Lingfeng was indeed under his command, serving as the commander of one flying ship,

while the other flying ship was controlled by Jiang Wanning.

”Elder, you jest. My master is the City Lord of Sea Suppression Immortal City. He must handle logistics and cannot come, so it’s only natural for me as a disciple to be here,”

”The City Lord’s lineage, at such a time of life and death, must naturally charge at the forefront!”

Wang Lingfeng laughed heartily, showing no fear of death.

Hearing this, Zhou Xun nodded slightly.

Then he looked at the crowd and said slowly:

”In tomorrow’s battle, I have been ordered by the Alliance Leader to handle other matters, so I cannot fight alongside you. You should follow Wang Lingfeng and Jiang Wanning’s commands for everything!”

Upon hearing this, the crowd below began to stir.

Without Zhou Xun, could they still achieve the victory that once repelled the Black Island Demon Emperor?

They feared even survival was in question.

After all, although the war flying ships had Nascent Soul level power, they were not real True Monarch Nascent Souls,

lacking many magical methods and elusive escape techniques.

When truly facing a Tier Four Demon Emperor, they might hold for a short time, but would definitely be defeated over longer durations.

”Silence, how dare you comment on Elder Zhou’s matters!”

Seeing this, Wang Lingfeng shouted angrily.

”Moreover, we cultivators of the South Sea, why should we fear death?”

Zhou Xun simply waved his hand,

If they could live, who would want to die, especially these Qi Refiners of the Human Race who pursue the path to immortality.

”Relax, I’ll send Feng Chong and Red Noon to assist all of you!”

These two mounts were only Tier Four Low-Grade and couldn’t involve themselves in his battle with the Thunder Feather Demon Emperor,

so it would be better to leave them here with Jiang Wanning and the others. Perhaps they could ensure safety!

Upon hearing this, the crowd was overjoyed.

These were two genuine Tier Four Demon Emperors, and their survival probability greatly increased with them here.

After arranging the deployment for tomorrow, Zhou Xun returned to his own tent, followed by Feng Chong, Red Noon, and others.

”Lord, why won’t you let me and Old Feng join you in tomorrow’s battle?”

”Yes, we are willing to fight alongside our master!”

Scanning the surroundings and seeing only a few people, he did not hide and explained his task for tomorrow.

”The opponent is a Tier Four High-Grade Thunder Attribute Demon Roc. Even if you join, I fear you won’t be of much help!”

Upon hearing this, both demons fell silent.

Feng Chong once again felt his cultivation was too low.

If only he could become stronger, reaching Tier Four Middle-Grade, coupled with his Undying Body, perhaps he could assist his master.

As for Spirit Turtle Red Noon, he could only sigh helplessly.

”Alright, during tomorrow’s battle, guard these two flying ships for me and protect ’Lingfeng’ and ’Wanning’ well!”

”Yes, Master!”

”We will do everything to protect ’Fairy Jiang’s’ safety.”

Once the two demons left, Zhou Xun took out a deck chair and slowly sat down.

Jiang Wanning silently walked behind him, extending her long and slender fingers,

gently pressing them on his temples.

”My lord, will we win?” Jiang Wanning’s voice broke the silence.

”We will!” Zhou Xun replied softly.

”I believe in you, my lord!” Jiang Wanning smiled slightly, hesitated for a moment, and continued:

”My lord...”

”What is it?”

”If... if I encounter misfortune, please look after the Jiang Family!”

For Jiang Wanning, besides Zhou Xun, the only concern she had was her family.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xun paused, then shook his head slightly,

”With my arrangements, you will be fine!”

...

Quickly, a night passed.

At dawn, Zhou Xun left his tent.

At this time, the sea was shrouded in a layer of thin mist, and the morning moon had not fully set.

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks echoed in the ears, and the cool sea breeze brought a hint of the salty sea scent.

”Leave the flying ships to you,” Zhou Xun instructed, looking at Red Noon and Feng Chong behind him,

then paused, slowly saying:

”Return alive!”

Immediately, he turned and headed towards the largest tent.

”Depart!”

With True Monarch Yama’s order, the entire battle line began to move.

Then the war drum sounded, accompanied by a long bell toll, echoing throughout the battle line.

Millions of cultivators, each wearing dazzling Spirit Armor, shone like brilliant stars.

In front of them, over a hundred war flying ships were stationed, their hulls covered in mysterious runes that glowed brilliantly.

Then, under the leadership of the leading cultivators, they boarded the flying ships.

The other cultivators divided into hundreds of orderly teams, clearly well-practiced and coordinated.

Next, the cultivators transformed into countless startling rainbows and surged skyward, rushing forward.

Cultivators gathered like clouds, blotting out the sun and sky, with cascading lights extending for a thousand miles.

Wang Lingfeng stood tall like a pine tree in a green magic robe on the deck of a flying ship, his face solemn,

around him, many cultivators busily checked magical treasures or whispered, each with a heavy expression.

Zhou Xun was with True Monarch Celestial One and others, flying at the front of the army, beside True Monarch Yama.

As the army advanced, the figures of the Demon Race gradually appeared in view.

From a distance, the Demon Army resembled an immense black cloud of oppression, heavy and suffocating over the sea.

The black tide seemed to threaten to swallow the heavens and earth, exuding a chilling aura.

The numerous figures of the Demon Race appeared intermittently within, varied in shape; some were towering and mighty, others nimble and agile.

Various strange lights flickered uncertainly within the Demon Army, emanating the light of demonic power, intertwining like a terrifying Demon Net.

As the Demon Army gradually approached, an overwhelming aura of strength suffocated the air.

The air was thick with demon qi, almost substantial, making breathing difficult, and the sea water seemed to churn uneasily.

True Monarch Celestial One held the Seven-Star Sword, its blade shining brightly, eyes fixed on the opposite South Abyss Demon Emperor,

stroking the blade, ”Seven-Star, oh Seven-Star, since I achieved Late-Stage Nascent Soul, you’ve never been unsheathed; today, you shall feast on demon blood!”

”At last, they’ve come!”

Zhou Xun’s gaze burned as he looked ahead.

A middle-aged man in a blue robe with thunder-light wings on his back instantly caught his eye.

This person was his target for this battle—the Thunder Feather Demon Emperor.

His true form is the Thunder Roc.

Beside him was a middle-aged man in a scholar’s robe with two short golden horns atop his head, exuding an extremely peaceful demeanor,

appearing more like a well-read scholar.

This person was the Golden Flood Dragon Demon Emperor.

Zhou Xun’s gaze shifted back and forth between the Thunder Feather Demon Emperor and the Golden Flood Dragon Demon Emperor, privately alert. The powerful aura emanating from these two demon emperors exerted massive pressure.

The Golden Flood Dragon Demon Emperor slightly raised his gaze, sending a piercing glare towards the human cultivators.

His eyes held a trace of indifference, as if humans were mere ants in his view. He lightly waved his sleeve, causing a powerful surge of demonic power to ripple outward, making the surrounding air tremble.

True Monarch Yama stared gravely at the scholar-robed middle-aged man opposite, slowly speaking: ”It’s indeed him, the Golden Flood Dragon Demon Emperor!”

Then, his demeanor gradually intensified, sweeping a glance to the sides, channeling his spiritual power, and with a light shout:

”Attack!”