Zun grinned, baring his teeth like a wolf ready to feast. He slowly raised his massive bloodstained sword, its blade humming with a terrifying aura. Sparks danced in the air as he rested the flat of the blade against his shoulder, staring at Li Wei with eyes full of madness.
Li Wei, on the other hand, stood quietly.
No anger.
No fear.
Just an icy, bone-chilling calm.
He thought silently, "Why is he so obsessed with killing me...? What madness drives him?"
But he didn't voice it. He just smirked faintly, as if mocking Zun's very existence.
Zun tilted his head, amused. "You think you can survive?" he said, voice low and rumbling.
Li Wei shifted slightly, his fingers brushing along his black spear, channeling a dark current of spiritual energy into it.
And then
Whoosh!
A violent gust of wind exploded between them, so sharp and fast that trees hundreds of meters away were sliced in half. The battlefield fell into an eerie silence, as if even the world itself was holding its breath.
Dust whirled into the dark sky.
The ground cracked beneath their feet.
The killing intent between them became so heavy that the weaker demon beasts nearby whimpered and fled.
The real battle had not even begun, but death was already thick in the air.
Li Wei narrowed his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Come, Zun. Let's see who deserves to walk away alive."
And with a single step, the earth beneath Li Wei shattered like glass.
Should I continue with the first attack? It'll be brutal and lightning-fast!
Zun suddenly came in front of Li Wei and thought of punching him by gathering spiritual energy in his fist. Li Wei gathered spiritual energy in his punch and he too attacked.
The collision of the two punches shook the very earth
BOOM!!!
A terrifying explosion rang out, as if the sky itself had been torn apart.
The shockwave blasted outwards in a massive circle, ripping apart trees, mountains, and any demon beasts unfortunate enough to be nearby.
The ground cracked open like spiderwebs.
The heavens darkened as dust and debris flew high into the sky.
Any weaker cultivators or beasts in the radius didn't even get the chance to scream — their bodies were disintegrated instantly, only faint traces of bones remaining for a heartbeat...
And then even those were swept away into dust by the roaring gust of wind.
In the eye of the storm stood two figures:
Li Wei, his clothes shredded by the force, blood dripping from his knuckles, but his eyes — calm, deadly focused.
Zun, whose fist was trembling slightly, his face stretched in a mad grin, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Both had been injured.
Both were grinning.
It was a battle of demons.
Zun laughed crazily, his voice filled with bloodlust, "GOOD!!! IT'S BEEN YEARS SINCE I FELT THIS!!!"
Li Wei wiped the blood from his mouth, smirking coldly, "This is only the beginning."
Above them, lightning began to gather, as if the heavens themselves feared the slaughter about to begin.
Li Wei spat blood from his mouth on the ground. After that he suddenly came in front of Zun and hit him with a very powerful punch.
When Li Wei's brutal punch connected, it was as if the ground itself cried out.
A deafening BOOM echoed across the battlefield.
The shockwave was so fierce that the very earth cracked and split apart under Zun's body.
Chunks of stone and soil were hurled hundreds of meters away like pieces of paper caught in a storm.
Zun's body smashed into the ground, creating a deep crater, several meters wide, surrounded by shattered rocks and debris.
The cultivators nearby instinctively stepped back in fear — none dared to approach the place where Zun had fallen.
The air was thick with dust, blood, and the metallic scent of spiritual energy burning the ground.
Li Wei, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his lips, narrowed his eyes.
He knew Zun wouldn't die so easily.
Slowly, he walked toward the wreckage — each step crunching over broken stones.
Suddenly, with a sharp burst of energy, the mountain of fallen rocks exploded outward!
From within the cloud of dust and broken stones, Zun roared like a wild beast, his clothes torn, his body bleeding — but his sword still glowing with terrifying power.
Without giving Li Wei a moment to think, Zun charged, swinging his sword down with the force of a falling star.
At the same time, Li Wei twisted his spear backward, gathering his spiritual power at its tip.
With a surge of energy, he thrust forward — his spear glowing like a black comet.
CRASHHH!!!
The two weapons collided mid-air.
The impact of their clash shattered the entire area.
BOOMMMM!!!
A massive crater was formed where the two attacks collided.
Sword light and spear energy intertwined, tearing apart the surroundings like a hurricane of blades.
The stones, trees, and even nearby demon beasts were shredded into dust.
Li Wei gritted his teeth, feeling the pressure of Zun's crazed sword strikes.
Zun's eyes were bloodshot, madness surging in them — he was fighting like a cornered beast, throwing his entire life into each strike.
The air was filled with the sharp screeches of metal against metal, flashes of spiritual energy lighting up the darkness like constant lightning.
Li Wei took a step back, his spear swirling around him like a storm.
He stabbed forward, unleashing dozens of spear shadows at once — a technique that tore through the very air.
Zun roared like a wild animal, slashing through the spear shadows with brute force, but for every shadow he destroyed, three more came for him.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The mountain they fought on started collapsing, unable to withstand the fury of two monsters battling.
From a distance, cultivators watched in horror.
One of them whispered, trembling,
"Are they even human?"
The ground cracked wider and wider.
The sky rumbled ominously, as if something terrible was about to happen.
Li Wei narrowed his eyes — he knew —
It was time to end this madness.
Li Wei, his body aching and blood dripping from fresh wounds, stood still amidst the destroyed battlefield.
He inhaled deeply, the cold, metallic scent of blood filling his lungs.
His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings — the ruins, the broken land, the bodies.
On his left, he noticed something — a member of the Su family, a young cultivator still clutching his sword nervously, clearly unaware of the bigger game playing out.
Li Wei's lips curled into a demonic smile, a smile filled with mockery and malice.
The blood running down his chin made him look even more monstrous.
Slowly, he pointed toward Zun and said in a loud, clear voice,
> "He is a demon! If he is not killed today, he will bring disaster to this world!"
The Su family cultivator, stunned and confused at first, instinctively looked behind
And when his gaze fell upon Zun, battered, bleeding, sword in hand, and eyes burning with fury
he understood everything.
Zun, with his bloodstained clothes and savage aura, really looked like a demon beast in human form.
But the real mastermind was Li Wei.
In truth, Li Wei had never planned to defeat Zun alone.
From the very beginning of their clash, he was guiding Zun's movements, slowly forcing the fight toward this specific location.
It was a trap — carefully prepared amidst the chaos of war.
Li Wei knew he was heavily injured and could not keep fighting Zun head-on.
So he cleverly lured Zun into an area filled with other cultivators — cultivators who would easily believe that Zun, in his monstrous state, was the real threat.
By turning their attention against Zun, Li Wei could buy himself precious time — time to catch his breath, heal a little, and strike again when Zun would be truly vulnerable.
> "Clever fox…"
Zun thought bitterly, grinding his teeth, realizing how he had been manipulated.
But by the time he realized it, it was too late.
Already, the cultivators nearby, especially those from the Su family, tightened their grips on their weapons, preparing to surround Zun.
Their eyes, filled with fear and anger, locked onto him
they didn't see him as a human anymore.
They saw a monster that needed to be slain.
The moment the cultivators surrounded Zun, dozens of swords, spears, and spiritual attacks were launched at him without mercy.
Miss Su Yan's team, along with other fighters, believed they could bring him down by sheer numbers.
Zun, standing tall amidst the encirclement, gritted his teeth so hard that blood leaked from his gums.
His bloodshot eyes gleamed with pure madness.
With a roar that seemed to shake the very heavens, he raised his sword high
and chanted something in a twisted, ancient language.
Suddenly
> "Fire Dragon Sword Dance!"
The skies tore apart as a massive, blood-red fire dragon erupted from his blade, roaring louder than thunder itself.
The dragon of fire, shaped from pure killing intent and demonic energy,
snaked across the battlefield, burning everything in its path.
The ground cracked and melted wherever it touched.
The air rippled with unbearable heat.
Cultivators were screaming, their flesh burning and peeling from their bones even before the dragon touched them.
Those who tried to defend themselves were swallowed whole,
their charred skeletons falling apart mid-air.
Zun didn't stop.
No — he laughed, a deep, horrifying laugh full of insanity.
His sword spun in complex, terrifying patterns, and with every swing,
the fire dragon grew larger, hungrier, and more bloodthirsty.
> "Kill... Burn... Devour them all!!"
Zun screamed like a mad beast.
He looked like a devil god standing atop a mountain of corpses.
His hair was disheveled, his body was drenched in blood — both his own and others'
but his grin only grew wider with each life he took.
The once proud cultivators of Dong City
reduced to ash, their cries lost in the roaring inferno.
Even Miss Su Yan, watching from a distance, felt her knees weaken.
Her heart was pounding wildly, sweat running down her back.
> "Is this... really a human...?"
Many regretted ever believing Li Wei's words —
because now, they had provoked a true demon.
Amidst the burning corpses, amidst the howls of the dying,
Li Wei, standing far away, watched everything calmly
his eyes reflecting the blood-red inferno like mirrors of death.
A thin, cruel smile played on his lips.
> "Dance for me, demon... Dance until you break."
The battlefield had turned into a burning hellscape.
Corpses and blackened bones littered the ground, the air choked with ash and the stench of scorched flesh.
Miss Su Yan, trembling, took a step back, her sword clutched tightly in her sweaty hands.
Her legs refused to move properly
fear had wrapped around her heart like chains.
Suddenly—
a piercing chill ran down her spine.
Zun's crimson eyes, burning brighter than the fire itself,
locked onto her.
For a moment, the world around Miss Su seemed to slow down.
The screams, the roaring flames — all of it faded into silence.
All that existed now was him
a blood-drenched monster, smiling with twisted joy.
Before she could even react, Zun raised his sword high above his head,
and with a horrifying roar,
hurled a beam of spiritual fire shaped like a gigantic black heart directly at her.
The heart was beating as it flew
as if it was alive, hungry for her soul.
> "Bright Heart — Soul Execution Slash!"
Miss Su's breath caught in her throat.
Her fingers loosened around her sword.
Her knees buckled.
She knew.
This was death.
Cold, merciless death.
In the face of that monstrous attack, she realized she was powerless.
Her eyes fluttered shut, tears glistening on her lashes.
> "So this... is the end..."
In those few eternal seconds, memories of her family, her childhood, her dreams
they all flashed before her mind.
The fiery heart exploded with a deafening roar,
sending a violent shockwave through the battlefield.
The ground cracked like glass under the pressure,
huge pieces of earth tore free and flew into the burning sky.
Everyone around was blinded by dust and fire.
For a moment
no one could see anything.
> "She's dead..."
someone whispered in terror.
The flames slowly died down.
Where Miss Su had been standing
there was nothing but a scorched crater,
black smoke curling from the broken earth.
Even Zun gave a twisted smile of satisfaction,
lowering his blood-stained sword.
Suddenly
BOOM!
The ground beneath everyone's feet trembled.
A monstrous pressure, like a collapsing mountain,
descended upon the battlefield.
Before anyone could react, a loud, thunderous voice ripped through the smoke—
> "How dare you lay a hand on my sister?"
The entire sky above them seemed to darken.
The clouds twisted unnaturally,
lightning flashing blood-red across the heavens.
From amidst the swirling dust,
a figure slowly emerged
each step he took cracked the ground like an earthquake.
Su Chen
the eldest son of the Su family,
the monster who had once slaughtered an entire clan overnight,
had entered the battlefield.
His eyes —
were not human anymore.
They glowed a terrifying golden color,
burning with pure rage and killing intent.
Every cultivator nearby instinctively took a step back,
their souls screaming in fear.
> "Su Chen! It's Su Chen!!"
"Why is he here?!"
"We're all dead!"
Zun's grin froze for the first time.
A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He tightened his grip on his sword.
Even he knew
this was no ordinary cultivator.
This was a true monster.
Su Chen raised his hand casually.
The air around his palm twisted and shattered,
as if the laws of the world themselves couldn't contain his power.
> "You will pay with your life."
he said, his voice low, heavy,
carrying the weight of absolute death.
In the blink of an eye
he vanished.
A golden flash
and Su Chen appeared right in front of Zun,
his palm slamming into the ground.
BAAAANG!
The impact shattered the earth,
sending a giant shockwave ripping through the battlefield.
Entire demon beasts, lower cultivators, and even giant stones were thrown into the sky like toys.
Zun barely managed to block it with all his strength,
but blood spurted from his mouth instantly.
The sheer force of Su Chen's rage had crushed his internal organs.
The battlefield had changed.
It was no longer a battle between cultivators and beasts.
It had now become a brutal war of monsters.
The world itself seemed to tremble —
unable to bear the weight of their power.
Li wei was watching all these views from top of a tree very far away.
Li Wei just took a deep breath, looked at everything for a while and then said.
"I did not die for victory — I died so they would never forget who bled for it."
"My sword broke, my heart broke, but I stood when all else fell."
"Buried in nameless graves, we became the roar that never dies.
"I gave my life, not for the living, but to haunt the dreams of the conquerors."
"Steel sang, blood answered, and I offered my soul as the final shield."
This poet just spoke for those people, who have walked across this battle field but couldn't leave. Their bodies will be buried at this place today.