Chapter 431: Chapter 239: Holy Demon Crushing Mountain Fist_2 Dyson’s expression became somewhat awkward upon hearing this. He glanced at the other sect’s Silver Bone Realm cultivators who were also charging forward and hurriedly tried to justify himself: "Brother Gu, the Silver Bone Realm cultivators from other forces have already joined the charge. It doesn’t seem appropriate for us to remain here." "There’s nothing inappropriate about it. Quite the opposite, staying here would actually be of substantial help to us." Seeing the puzzled expressions of the group, Gu Sheng continued to explain: "Zhao Honglie’s methods are strange. He seems capable of absorbing human flesh and blood to enhance his strength. By rushing to your deaths, aren’t you just handing him additional strength? Listen to me—stay where you are." The three had no choice but to remain where they were after hearing Gu Sheng’s reasoning. Lin Miaomiao worriedly admonished Gu Sheng: "Brother Gu, be very careful out there!" Gu Sheng gave a reassuring smile: "I will!" Gu Sheng activated his Wind Boots and swiftly caught up to Lin Tianhao. "Brother Lin, call the Silver Bone Realm cultivators to retreat!" Lin Tianhao was momentarily stunned but quickly grasped the logic behind it. Without hesitation, he shouted to the group behind him: "Silver Bone Realm cultivators, retreat immediately!" There was no time for Lin Tianhao to offer an explanation. After yelling, he pushed his speed to its limit and continued charging toward Zhao Honglie. Facing the swarm of cultivators rushing toward him, the demonized Zhao Honglie didn’t exhibit the slightest hint of panic. Instead, his expression was filled with mocking disdain. "Heh, insignificant ants dare challenge the majesty of my Holy Clan? Let me show you the might of Holy Clan techniques!" Zhao Honglie’s face twisted into a crazed smile. With a motion of his hands, a surge of demonic qi swirled around him. His form expanded even further, revealing faint golden patterns appearing on his body. These patterns emitted a dim light, and Zhao Honglie’s aura grew denser, exerting an increasingly oppressive presence on everyone. He swung his massive fist, stirring up turbulent demonic qi that slammed toward the crowd. "Saint Demon Fist!" Zhao Honglie roared deeply. The overwhelming demonic qi condensed in the air into a colossal fist that crashed downward at the group. The black fist took form, enveloping the crowd in an oppressive atmosphere that seemed suffocating. Under the weight of this oppressive aura, only Gu Sheng and Lin Tianhao managed to keep their composure. The rest experienced drastic changes in their expressions. People like Lu Yun and Linghu Qingwan found their internal forces frozen under the pressure, their hearts sinking into despair. Those weaker than them at the Golden Bone Realm fared even worse. The fist hadn’t yet descended, but many ordinary Golden Bone Realm cultivators had already grown pale and were teetering on the brink of collapse. Forget attacking—they were struggling even to remain standing. Lin Tianhao and Gu Sheng stared at the terrifying fist in the air, their hearts heavy. With just this strike alone, Liu Honglie’s displayed strength far surpassed theirs. Yet they had no way to retreat now. Only by pushing forward with all their might could they hope to survive. "Give it your all!" Lin Tianhao shouted furiously, swallowing a power-enhancing pill and wielding his spear with all his strength, unleashing the Yellow Dragon Breaking Formation Spear in his most formidable state. Gu Sheng took a deep breath and immediately activated Blood Burst. With his amplified strength, he retrieved a red porcelain bottle from his storage pouch, pouring out a fiery-red pill. This pill was specially crafted for him by Lu Junyi—an astounding Low Grade Mystical Level pill for temporarily boosting strength. Under the effects of Blood Burst and the pill, Gu Sheng’s aura soared dramatically. He could clearly feel his strength skyrocketing. At this moment, he could even sense the spiritual power flowing in the air. Now, Gu Sheng’s power rivaled that of the Marrow Refining Realm. "Gale Nine Swords!" Gu Sheng unleashed Gale Nine Swords at his peak. The whirlwind formed by his sword energy showed hints of Wen Mingyan’s style. Upon seeing Gu Sheng and Lin Tianhao simultaneously unleash their techniques, Linghu Qingwan and the others also activated their desperate measures. In an instant, countless martial arts techniques collided with Zhao Honglie’s Saint Demon Fist. Despite the onslaught of techniques, the Saint Demon Fist remained unshaken. The techniques merely dissipated upon contact, barely making a ripple—even those of Linghu Qingwan and Lu Yun. As Linghu Qingwan and Lu Yun watched their full-power strikes shattered instantly, their faces twisted in pain, confidence shattered. The overwhelming strength of Zhao Honglie filled them with despair, rapidly disintegrating the high morale they’d held earlier. Fortunately, amidst the countless techniques, two managed to hold their ground against the Saint Demon Fist. These were none other than Gu Sheng’s Gale Nine Swords and Lin Tianhao’s Yellow Dragon Breaking Formation Spear. Lin Tianhao’s Yellow Dragon Breaking Formation Spear struck first. The massive black fist condensed by the Saint Demon Fist lost significant demonic aura upon contact. The Yellow Dragon roared furiously, coiling around the fist, momentarily halting its descent. Meanwhile, a majestic whirlwind surged toward the fist. Gu Sheng’s Gale Nine Swords manifested entirely in solid sword energy, far more tangible than the Yellow Dragon illusion. When it collided with the Saint Demon Fist, a thunderous explosion resounded, sending shockwaves sweeping through the battlefield. The crowd hastily retreated while deploying their defensive measures to withstand the impact. "Hmm?" Zhao Honglie extended a hand and casually waved it. The demonic qi surrounding his body immediately condensed into a black shield before him. The shockwave slammed into the shield, producing a muffled sound but failing to break through. Under the combined assault of Gale Nine Swords and Yellow Dragon Breaking Formation Spear, the formidable Saint Demon Fist began to crack. Dense fissures spread over its surface, dark energy dissipated, and its intimidating aura crumbled rapidly. Zhao Honglie’s gaze toward Gu Sheng grew progressively serious, his demeanor turning solemn. Demonic qi and spiritual power were roughly equivalent—they both significantly surpassed Qi Blood Power in sheer strength. This was the primary reason Zhao Honglie, despite being only at the Golden Bone Realm, possessed such terrifying power. He had initially thought his techniques would make him invincible within the Red Cloud Prefecture’s secret realm, capable of subduing and consuming everyone with ease. But now, with Gu Sheng and Lin Tianhao boosted by their pills, they were displaying techniques surpassing those of the Golden Bone Realm. Especially Gu Sheng’s Gale Nine Swords, which had shattered his Saint Demon Fist outright. His Saint Demon Fist wasn’t an ordinary martial art—it came from the inherited memories embedded within his Holy Demon Seed. In the memories of the Holy Demon clan, though Saint Demon Fist wasn’t considered a particularly powerful technique, it was still far superior to human Dark Level martial arts. Zhao Honglie had only scratched the surface of Saint Demon Fist’s mastery, yet the power he displayed already rivaled Mystical Level top-grade martial arts. He estimated that if he mastered it to the Great Achievement Realm, its strength would be comparable to Earth-level martial arts! 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎 In the Red Cloud Prefecture’s domain, top-grade martial arts were already considered the pinnacle. As long as he could consume everyone in the secret realm and refine their souls into his Ten Thousand Soul Banner, he’d gain enough strength upon reaching the Marrow Refining Realm to challenge even the strongest cultivators at the ninth layer of Marrow Refining Realm in the prefecture! After activating the inherited memories within his Holy Demon Seed, Zhao Honglie’s ambitions had swelled infinitely. He wasn’t just seeking rapid power ascent anymore. He wanted to open the spatial passage and allow the noble Holy Demon clan to descend once more upon this land. Refining the cultivators within the secret realm was his first step toward success. Failure was absolutely not an option! Watching as his Gale Nine Swords shattered Zhao Honglie’s Saint Demon Fist, Gu Sheng let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Phew! There’s still hope!" Gu Sheng’s eyes filled with fierce battle intent as he began wielding his Water Cold Sword again. Gu Sheng was acutely aware that despite his current strength, it was fleeting. Once the effects of the pill and Blood Burst wore off, if they hadn’t managed to repel or kill Zhao Honglie by then, they’d be doomed. Lin Tianhao clearly understood this as well. As Gu Sheng attacked, he too began brandishing his spear anew. "This is great! Although he’s formidable, he hasn’t reached the point where he can annihilate us instantly! Brother Gu and Brother Lin’s techniques can contend with him—everyone, don’t lose heart! For the hope of survival, let’s fight with all we’ve got!" Following the duo’s offense, Linghu Qingwan raised her voice loud and clear, reigniting the fighting spirit among the cultivators.