The death of the Nine-Headed Serpent fueled the All-Monster King's rage, but he also knew that against an opponent like Ding Wuyan, he had to give it his all. He no longer hesitated.
The All-Monster King finally stopped hesitating and unleashed his ultimate move.
A golden flute appeared in his hand, shimmering with golden light. This was his natal magic treasure, named "Rhythm of the Seven Strings."
He abruptly blew the flute, and immediately the surrounding winds rose sharply, sound waves howled, and like a storm, they directly slashed towards Ding Wuyan.
At the same time, six eyes appeared on his forehead, arranged in a circle. Each eye represented a different emotion, as if joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were all contained within them. This was the illusion technique he cast, "Sixfold Heavenly Eyes."
However, these were useless against Ding Wuyan. His Berserk Demon Battle Method had long abandoned emotions; his heart held only battle, only struggle.
He was fearless, directly facing the howling sound waves, cleaving through all the sound blades with a single strike, and continuing forward.
Seeing this, the All-Monster King immediately unleashed another spell—Heaven and Earth Sound Burst. A huge ball of wind hurtled towards Ding Wuyan.
The wind ball contained the power of heaven and earth, but Ding Wuyan remained unmoved. He swung his blade again, directly scattering the wind ball.
The All-Monster King was furious. His Sixfold Heavenly Eyes and Heaven and Earth Sound Burst were his signature techniques, but he never expected them to be so vulnerable before Ding Wuyan.
He realized that Ding Wuyan's strength was far above his own, and his Berserk Demon Battle Method was even more unpredictable, completely defying common sense.
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At this time, the Wind Spirit Rat had found its master, Su Qiushui, and discovered that her master was also being besieged by two cultivators.
These two cultivators, one in black and one in white, were both early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, clearly assassins from the Heavenly Demon Hall.
They only revealed their eyes, their entire bodies shrouded in black robes, making it impossible to discern their true identities.
The black-clad cultivator spoke, "Su Qiushui, your strength is formidable, so sending two early-stage Nascent Soul assassins should be enough, right?"
At this time, Su Qiushui already understood that this was a conspiracy against her.
She sensed that powerful aura and immediately thought that it might be her Martial Uncle Ding Wuyan taking action. With such a commotion, her Martial Uncle must have used the Berserk Demon Battle Method.
To be able to force him to use the Berserk Demon Battle Method, it must be an expert of the same realm.
Her heart tightened, realizing that it must be the Monster King of the Myriad Monster Mountain causing trouble.
Sensing that powerful aura, Su Qiushui immediately understood the other party's intention and said coldly, "So you are Myriad Monster Valley trying to establish your own faction? But you've miscalculated. With just the two of you, you are no match for me."
"Empty words are meaningless; battle is the best proof."
The two attacked fiercely. One of them produced a gourd, and with a pat, countless flames flew out from within, transforming into fire crows, flapping their wings and soaring.
This simulated the flames of the Three-Legged Golden Crow. Although not true Golden Crow flames, they were terrifying enough.
The white-clad cultivator simultaneously took out an umbrella, its surface crystal clear, like ivory jade. Once opened, countless silver needles flew out, transforming into flowing water, dense and overwhelming.
Faced with the two's attacks, Su Qiushui remained calm, a smile playing on her lips. She took out a few candies from her pocket and slowly placed them on her beautiful face.
She flicked her cloak. With a rustle, her red cloak immediately moved, and then, swarms of golden flying insects swept over the sky and covered the earth.
These beetles each had a ferocious appearance, with colorful patterns on their backs. With a buzz, they met the flames and needles.
They crunched and chewed these flames and needles to pieces.
The two felt their scalps tingle. The black-clad one exclaimed, "These are Spirit Devouring Insects! The Spirit Devouring Insects are already ranked in the top 10 of the Strange Insect Rankings. I never expected Su Qiushui to have cultivated so many Spirit Devouring Insects, and there are thousands of them!"
By the time they wanted to retreat, it was already too late.
The Spirit Devouring Insects had already surrounded them. They cast various spells and attacked non-stop, but there were too many insects, and they could not resist.
The white-clad assassin let out a scream. The Spirit Devouring Insects had already broken through his defenses, biting his body. His magic power was sucked away like flowing water. After breaking through his defenses, hundreds of insects surrounded him, making crunching sounds.
The black-clad assassin's situation at this moment was shocking. The gourd he held was covered with dense insects, occupying every inch of space. He tried to escape, but he was surrounded by swarms of insects.
Then, hundreds of insects poured down like a tide, covering him, and even the Nascent Soul within him was not spared, devoured by the insects.
This was the magic of a Beast Master, able to cultivate such a large number of strange creatures. Looking at the entire Nine Regions Continent, only a Beast Master who has mastered the magic of the Great World can do this.
With a gentle wave, the insects flew back into his cloak like birds returning to their nests. This cloak was no ordinary item, but a carefully designed spatial equipment, its interior similar to a delicate storage bag, enough to hold various creatures and items. He put on his cloak and turned to leave.
At this critical moment, an old monk silently stood in front of Su Qiushui. His aura was profound, clearly reaching the realm of a late-stage Nascent Soul Grand Cultivator.
Su Qiushui felt a strong sense of oppression and couldn't help but take a few steps back, a life-or-death crisis welling up in her heart.
She parted her lips slightly, her voice low and magnetic: "Joyful Bodhisattva, Ding Chunqiu."
Ding Chunqiu's laughter was as piercing as a night owl. His gaze roamed over Su Qiushui, full of frivolousness and greed.
"Such a beautiful female cultivator, worthy of being Xiao Mowan's prized disciple. Today, I am here to take you away. I wonder if Xiao Mowan will be thrown into chaos and unable to advance to the Transformation God realm if he knows his chief disciple has been captured? My plan to kill two birds with one stone is truly brilliant, hahahaha."
With that, Ding Chunqiu shook his kasaya. With a buzz, the entire world was instantly enveloped by the kasaya. This kasaya was a top-grade magic treasure, and even more so, his natal magic treasure, named "Joyful Shura Kasaya," capable of forming its own formation space, trapping enemies within, leaving them to struggle.
Su Qiushui rebuked angrily: "Ding Chunqiu, you are utterly shameless! Back then, you betrayed the Wind Cloud Sect and failed to obtain the position of sect leader, so you degenerated and cultivated that Joyful Great Art, harming countless female cultivators and becoming an enemy of the cultivation world.
Now you dare to show your face? Aren't you afraid my master will cut you down with a single sword?"
Ding Chunqiu's face darkened, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes: "If he had been willing to help me take the position of sect leader back then, why would I have had to walk this path, cultivating that Joyful Great Art?
For joy, I have long severed my worldly ties. What do you think I have been doing all these years? I have been struggling in endless pain and sorrow. Therefore, I vowed to destroy the Wind Cloud Sect and make Xiao Mowan kneel before me and become my furnace!"
