No demons in all realms

Chapter 11 Displaying Great Power

As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind. Once he left those people who could hurt him, he immediately felt his previously blocked mood clear up.

"Boom—!" With a loud noise, the little child who was strolling around leisurely immediately looked around warily, and only relaxed after confirming that it was safe.

He let out a soft breath and muttered to himself, "That startled me. I wonder which factions have started fighting? The commotion is so big."

He had only taken two more steps when he realized something was wrong: a whole day had passed since he entered the ancient ruins, and who else but his own team would be on the outskirts of the ruins?

"broken!"

Once he realized what was happening, he quickly flew back the way he came on his sword.

"Boom—!" Another booming sound rang out, and the entire mountain range trembled with the sound of the explosion.

The little boy accelerated on his sword, fearing something might have happened. When he arrived, the original camp was burning like a sea of ​​fire, and several people were fighting in the sky.

Above the sky, a graceful woman in white was fighting with several men in black. Clearly, this woman was Chen Luoluo.

The little boy was very puzzled as to why there were no other disciples, but he couldn't worry about that. He summoned "Golden Flower" and rushed forward to help Chen Luoluo.

Upon seeing the little child joining the battle, the seven men in black sneered, "Is your Ten Thousand Swords Manor short of people? Sending a mere child to challenge this ancient ruin, or is it that the others' cultivation is inferior to this little brat? Hahahaha!"

In response to the black-clad man's mockery, the little child sneered, "You all look down on me that much?" With that, he unleashed the aura of the Core Formation Realm, his entire body once again enveloped in red spiritual energy, even the "golden flower" he held in his hand trembled, and a chill followed, clearly indicating that the little child's anger had reached its peak.

Sensing the child's anger, Chen Luoluo advised, "These people, like me, are at the late stage of the Nourishing Yuan Realm, and one of them has even reached the peak of the Nourishing Yuan Realm. It is only because of your powerful bloodline inheritance that I have been able to stand against them and remain undefeated. You must act carefully and not be impulsive."

The little child didn't speak, but instead blocked Chen Luoluo, signaling her not to make a move.

Before the group of men in black could react, the little child darted to the nearest one and delivered a swift chop to his abdomen. By the time the man realized what was happening, it was too late; the child's hand was already deep inside his abdomen, and when it was pulled out, it was covered in blood. The man in black coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

The little boy finished what he was doing in the blink of an eye. After finishing, he lazily stretched and turned to look coldly at the remaining men in black in front of him, as if he had just done something very casual.

Chen Luoluo, standing behind the little child, was also incredibly surprised. She naturally knew how extraordinary the little child was. Challenging opponents beyond one's realm was a perfectly normal thing, but for someone in the early stage of Core Formation to defeat someone in the late stage of the Qi Nourishing Realm so easily was simply too exaggerated. You have to know that the difference becomes greater as you progress in cultivation. To be able to crush someone across two realms was truly unheard of.

The black-clad men who had previously mocked him all swallowed hard, unable to believe what they were seeing. They abandoned their contempt and looked at the little boy warily. Apart from their leader, the others were all of the same cultivation level, fearing that they would be suddenly attacked and killed in the next instant.

The little child said coldly, "I still prefer the way you looked down on me just now, otherwise I would feel like I was the one bullying you."

"Boy, I don't know what secret technique you used to ambush my junior brother, but I won't give you the chance to use it again." The leader of the men in black seemed certain that the little boy had used some kind of secret technique, and said defiantly. With that, he picked up a long spear and charged at the little boy.

"Oh? You're so sure I used some kind of secret technique?" The little boy also moved, meeting the attack of the leading man in black.

"Bang, bang, bang—!"

The sound of the spear clashing with the sword reverberated through the air, and the spear, as it tore through the air, carried the force of a thunderbolt.

The black-clad man's right arm muscles were bulging, and the tip of his spear, like a falling star, pierced straight for the little boy's brow, only to explode in mid-air with a dazzling red glow.

Without a doubt, aided by the little child's special spiritual power, the three-foot-long sword pierced through, its blade shimmering with the phantom of a golden crow. The little child easily deflected the attack from the man in black, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the gun barrel.

The black-clad man at the head of the group stared at the little child in disbelief, his eyes filled with fear and dread—a fear that came from the depths of his blood. It was as if the child before him was not a mere child, but a colossal beast from the wilderness, ready to devour him at any moment.

The little boy stood in mid-air, looking at the black-clad man who had been shot down. Red and gold crystalline flames rose around him, and his sword moves swept diagonally like a gazelle leaping over a cliff, unleashing three sword energies wrapped around golden crows.

The black-clad man's pupils constricted sharply, and he slammed the butt of his spear into the ground. Black lightning surged from the spiderweb-like cracks, exploding into a cloud of dust when it collided with the sword energy.

A cold glint suddenly appeared from within the smoke. The little boy's sword pierced through the dust and mist, aiming straight for the black-clad man's throat. But the spear shaft, strangely, flicked upwards from under his ribs, black flames igniting at the tassel, shattering into a burst of light the instant it collided with the sword.

The bluestone beneath their feet collapsed with a deafening roar, and the shockwave ripped up the ground within a radius of ten feet.

"clang!"

On the seventh clash of weapons, ancient characters appeared on the spine of the sword, and a strange phenomenon of a golden crow shining on the sun appeared behind the little child.

The man in black had no choice but to fight back. His aura surged instantly, and his spear technique suddenly became ethereal. The spear tip was surrounded by a vortex of black energy, which completely devoured the sword light.

The little boy's tiger's mouth split open instantly, but he used the momentum to spin around and slash out in an arc, the sword energy transforming into a crimson gold wheel that crushed space.

The gun barrel suddenly snapped in two, revealing the silver marrow flowing within. The veins on the black-clad man's hand gripping the handle bulged, and the broken gun transformed into nine phantom dragons, surging down with a mighty black dragon roar.

The little boy traced his sword-like finger across his brow, knowing this was the final showdown, a contest of sheer spiritual power.

He snorted softly, mobilizing all the spiritual power within his body. The sword's edge drew upon the stars of the heavens, and a more prominent golden crow projection collided violently with the black dragon shadow.

The shockwave leveled half a hill, and the sound of bones cracking echoed through the dust. The man in black knelt on one knee, leaning on half a spear, while the little boy's sword trembled ten paces away.

Between the two, crimson flames and black, malevolent lightning swirled.