"Daoxuan, prepare for your final moments!"
Cangsong and Yu Yangzi, the traitorous Master of Longshou Peak and the arrogant leader of Changshengtang, pressed their combined attack relentlessly against Daoxuan. Even together, they struggled to fully dominate the Qingyun Head Master, yet Cangsong's eyes glittered with feverish excitement.
He knew the wound inflicted by his sneak attack, empowered by the spiritual blade, was grievous. All they had to do was maintain the engagement. With every passing exchange, Daoxuan's breath grew shallower, his spiritual energy flickering precariously. It was a battle of attrition, and treason was winning.
Daoxuan, his face a mask of pain and grim determination, glanced desperately across the fractured hall. The situation was catastrophic.
Wanrenwang of the Ghost King Sect, the vanished Poison God (whose absence was yet to be understood), Fairy Sanmiao of the Joyous Alliance Sect, and their respective master-level disciples were wreaking havoc. Qingyun had been caught completely off guard, and Cangsong's betrayal had tipped the scales into utter rout.
"Lord Pig! Please! I implore you, lend me the Zhuxian Sword!" Daoxuan roared, turning his head amidst the fury of combat. He knew he could barely wield the massive artifact, but even a fraction of its power was enough to drive back the Demon Cult invasion.
Every single combatant in the hall—every Qingyun Master, every Tianyin monk, and every elite of the Demon Cult—froze for a precious second, their attention snapping to the small, golden figure sitting on the secondary throne.
What they saw stunned them into utter silence.
Lord Pig was nestled comfortably in Dabai's embrace. He was idly rotating the massive, world-shaking Zhuxian Sword with one tiny, perfectly clean paw.
His large, golden eyes were fixed on the fighting, filled with a look of detached, almost bored interest, like a patron watching a particularly shoddy opera. There was not the slightest hint of green pallor, trembling, or any sign of having been afflicted by the legendary Seven-Tailed Centipede venom.
"You… you… how are you completely unharmed?" Cangsong stammered, his eyes wide with a horror that eclipsed even his rage. He knew the pig's power; the pig he had faced during the Martial Competition was already monstrous. Now, with the Zhuxian Sword in hand and clearly recovered from the one weapon that should have stalled him, the pig was an unimaginable threat.
"Ah, Xiao Songzi," Lord Pig replied with an airy, casual flick of the sword hilt. "When Lord Pig ascended to the Fourth Level of Spiritual Evolution, even the Water Qilin couldn't scratch my magnificent hide, and your little lightning spells were utterly useless. Did you truly believe a mere centipede, no matter how wicked, could bite Lord Pig?"
He leaned forward, adjusting his tone to one of patronizing instruction. "Oh, and by the way, I forgot to mention in my theatrical death scene: Lord Pig possesses the divine power of Omni-Poison Immunity. Your tiny, repulsive bug's venom is less effective than lukewarm water. Now, if you'll excuse me, the show is over."
Lord Pig casually pointed the tip of the Zhuxian Sword—a sword that contained the spiritual essence of the universe—directly at Cangsong's chest. Cangsong's jaw dropped, his body trembling violently, the terror of confronting unpoisoned, unadulterated divine power chilling him to the core.
"Hahaha! He is recovered! The Lord Pig is safe!"
Daoxuan's laughter, though pained, was one of pure, overwhelming relief. He knew that the moment Lord Pig ceased his charade, the entire political and military landscape of the world had irrevocably shifted.
With the golden swine uninjured and holding the ultimate weapon, no combination of demonic or righteous forces could possibly stand against Qingyun Sect.
"You little… beast! You dare mock the power of the Demon Cult with such cheap tricks?!"
A voice, filled with contempt and dark energy, interrupted the exchange. It was The Poison God, who suddenly reappeared in a flash of dark green light, having been preparing his most lethal, high-concentrate toxins.
A wave of noxious, luminous green energy surged toward Lord Pig. Wherever the deadly vapor passed, the very air seemed to hiss and fracture.
Lord Pig's amusement vanished, replaced by an expression of cold, aristocratic fury. After all his carefully planned melodrama, to be called a 'beast' by a man who relies on low-grade biological warfare was an unforgivable offense.
"You foul old hag! You have offended Lord Pig for the very last time! You shall be obliterated by Divine Thunder!"
Lord Pig lifted the immense Zhuxian Sword into the air. His tiny paw moved with impossible speed, executing the complex seals of the Divine Sword to Control Thunder Technique.
"Nine Heavens Mysterious Blade, manifest as Divine Thunder!""The majestic power of Heaven, channeled through the Sword!"
BZZZZZ!
In an instant, the atmosphere above Tongtian Peak turned hostile. A celestial catastrophe unfolded. The skies darkened instantly, as if swallowed by an inky void extending for countless leagues. Thunder roared, a noise of pure, cosmic fury, and a terrifying sea of purple thunder roiled high above the peak.
The approaching green poison mist from the Poison God didn't even come close; it hit an invisible, crackling protective barrier generated by the nascent spiritual energy of the thunder technique and dissolved instantly, failing to penetrate an inch.
BOOM!
A ten-meter-thick pillar of pure, incandescent purple lightning—a ferocious Thunder Dragon—plunged from the black clouds and slammed directly into the Zhuxian Sword. The sword instantly became an antenna for universal power, crackling with an electrical energy that made every living being below tremble with existential terror.
The combined force of the three sects gasped, spiritual and demonic masters alike.
"Gulp! What immense power!" "Why is it… so thick?" "And purple! That color signifies true celestial wrath!" "No one can possibly survive that!"
No one had ever witnessed the Divine Sword to Control Thunder Technique wielded with such terrifying, unadulterated power. Even Daoxuan, the sect leader, knew his own maximum output was less than one-millionth of the destructive force currently channeled by the golden pig.
"Perish!" Lord Pig commanded, pointing the glowing, thunder-charged Zhuxian Sword at the horrified Poison God.
CRACK!
The lightning flash was instantaneous, an obliteration of spacetime.
The Poison God, a figure who commanded fear across the realm, vanished. He was annihilated—reduced instantly to nothing more than a few wisps of dark ash before his mind could even register the need to scream or flee.
"Energy +1500, Experience +1500"
"Hiss!"
A collective, shuddering gasp swept through the hall. The Poison God—a top master of the Demon Cult—had been erased from existence faster than a candle flame in a gale.
"Is this… is this truly a pig?" The terrifying thought echoed in every mind. "Has the great Lord Pig actually ascended to the realm of Immortals?"
The remaining Demon Cult masters lost all desire to continue the fight. Combat against such power was no longer a military engagement; it was suicide. Lord Pig possessed the capacity to annihilate any of them at will, with no possibility of resistance.
"LORD PIG IS MIGHTY!"
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a wave of ecstatic, relieved screams from the Qingyun disciples. They were utterly flushed with pride and excitement.
"Acceptable," Lord Pig pronounced, sounding only mildly pleased. He swung the Zhuxian Sword around and pointed it at Yu Yangzi, who was still engaged with a weakened Daoxuan.
CRACK!
"NOOOO!" Yu Yangzi screamed, his face a grotesque mask of terror. He didn't even have time to execute his full escape technique. The lightning engulfed him.
BOOM!
The Changshengtang leader was gone, reduced to spiritual dust.
"Energy +1500, Experience +1490"
"Yes, indeed! Very satisfactory! Another one for the count!" Lord Pig's fat face lit up with a mischievous grin. He began pointing the thunder-charged sword at the remaining top-tier Demon Cult elites one by one.
Cangsong—Fairy Sanmiao—Qin Wuyan—the Old Blood-Sucking Demon…
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
One flash of purple lightning, one demonic master vaporized.
"Energy +1500, Experience +1480""Energy +1200, Experience +1170"
The remaining members of the Demon Cult collapsed in collective terror. Their leaders were being massacred by a golden pig wielding divine power!
Countless low-level warriors and disciples instantly turned tail and fled down the mountain in a desperate, panicked stampede, regretting that they hadn't been born with four legs to run faster.
"LORD PIG IS MIGHTY!"
"Qingyun disciples! Heed my command! Pursue and eliminate every single Demon Cult fiend! Let none escape!" Daoxuan's voice, though weak, was filled with exhilarating triumph.
"KILL!" The Qingyun disciples roared back, their excitement now at a fever pitch.
"Hold your horses, all of you! Lord Pig needs to finish the job!"
Lord Pig rose majestically into the air, holding the Zhuxian Sword high. Behind him, billions of shimmering, multi-colored sword projections materialized, filling the sky and radiating a devastating, earth-shaking sharpness.
"The Immortal Execution Sword in its full glory!" Daoxuan gasped, his eyes wide. Until now, Lord Pig had only employed the lightning technique, not the core power of the Zhuxian Sword.
Wanrenwang, the leader of the Ghost King Sect, stood petrified, huddled near his daughter, Bi Yao, and his subordinate, You Ji. They had not run because they knew escape from this level of power was impossible. Looking up at the sky, watching the densely packed, glittering rain of death, despair settled deep in their souls.
"No! We surrender!" Countless surviving Demon Cult disciples screamed from the mountain slopes, regretting every decision that had led them to attack Qingyun Sect.
"Execute!"
Lord Pig brought the sword down in a single, flawless, divine arc.
The billions of sword energies descended like a celestial storm, a torrent of pure, lethal spiritual force that swept across the seven peaks of Qingyun.
AAGHHH!!!
A single, continuous, echoing scream of mass slaughter. With that one strike, the vast majority of the remaining Demon Cult invasion force was utterly obliterated.
When the multicolored lights faded, silence reigned supreme. Wanrenwang, You Ji, and Bi Yao stood alone in a vast, crimson landscape of ash and spiritual wreckage.
"Energy +500, Experience +450""Energy +200, Experience +150"
The entire scene was absolutely still. The thick, metallic scent of blood filled the air over Qingyun Mountain.
Wan Ren Wang's eyes were vacant. He had witnessed the death of his armies, the slaughter of his allies, and the crushing end of his ambition to unify the Demon Cult. He knew they were only alive because the golden pig had chosen not to deliver the final strike. The spiritual gap was too vast to comprehend, let alone hate. He felt as if he had aged centuries in mere minutes.
"I have successfully accrued another three million energy!" Lord Pig thought happily from the air, immensely satisfied by the skyrocketing numbers. The only downside was the disappointingly low experience gain from these powerful but spiritually shallow opponents.
"LORD PIG IS MIGHTY! BOUNDLESS MAGIC POWER! ETERNAL HAPPINESS AND LONGEVITY!"
Suddenly, an ecstatic, utterly shameless cheer ripped through the silence. Daoxuan and the other Peak Masters winced, faces coloring with embarrassment.
"That wretched boy, Zeng Shushu!" Zeng Shuchang, the Master of Fenxiang Peak, groaned inwardly, recognizing the voice of his overly enthusiastic son.
"LORD PIG IS MIGHTY! BOUNDLESS MAGIC POWER! ETERNAL HAPPINESS AND LONGEVITY!"
The next moment, the entire collective of Qingyun disciples, galvanized by the thrill of victory and the overwhelming spectacle of power, took up the chant. Their collective roar shook the very foundation of the mountain, echoing across the seven peaks, a sound of worship and absolute submission.
"Amitabha," Master Puhong murmured, his hands clasped. He knew the truth: the Demon Cult was now a paper tiger, and the Qingyun Sect, now led by a divine swine, was the undisputed, dominant power in the world.
Wan Ren Rang, heartbroken and utterly defeated, turned slowly. With You Ji and his beloved daughter, Bi Yao, following him, he began the long, quiet walk down the blood-soaked slopes of Qingyun Mountain.
No one attempted to stop them. Everyone—from Daoxuan to Puhong—knew that Lord Pig had passed judgment. He had allowed them to live, and no one was foolish enough to defy the whim of the being who wielded celestial lightning. The eradication of evil could wait. The will of the Lord Pig was paramount.