Mo Fenghuang abruptly ceased her sobbing and turned to stare blankly at the youth with the impassive face. Feng Zikang was not yet fifteen, yet the aura he exuded at that moment was as unshakeable as a high mountain or a vast ocean.

"Kill... kill them all?" Mo Fenghuang gazed ahead, murmuring to herself.

The Mangcang Mountain Range stretched endlessly, coiled like a giant dragon kneeling in the southwest, but in the eyes of the youth beside her, it seemed no more than a creeping thing that could be crushed with a casual sweep of the hand! "Senior Sister Mo, wait here.

I'll be right back!" Feng Zikang nodded at Mo Fenghuang and leaped up elegantly, transforming into a streak of sword light that shot directly toward the southwest. Not long after, only the faint sounds of ghostly wails and wolf howls drifted in with the wind.

Mo Fenghuang surged upward. Looking ahead, she saw murderous intent piercing the sky and blood-red light blazing everywhere!

"Ah!" It was then she realized: the young man was going alone with nothing but the iron sword in his hand to slaughter the thirty-six peaks of Mangcang Mountain. How could she just stand by and watch?

"Brother Pan, wait for me!" Mo Fenghuang hurriedly wiped the tears from her face and chased after him in haste. Although her Cloud-Riding technique was miraculous and required no external aid, it was slightly slower than a streak of sword light.

Now, her heart was burning with anxiety. She propelled herself with all her might, hearing only the wind rushing past her ears.

In less than half an chenguang, she arrived within the fourth peak of the thirty-six successive mountains. "My heavens?" Mo Fenghuang stared at the bloody scene before her in horror, her beautiful face drained of color.

It was a den of wild bear spirits whose corpses lay strewn across the ground. Their leader, a brown-furred bear, towered nearly five zhang high, wielding a Xuanhua battle-axe.

But now, his fat body, along with the axe, had been cleanly cleaved into two halves by a single sword stroke, causing rivers of blood to flow. It had only been a short while—if the time spent traveling in sword light was deducted—how long had this youth taken to annihilate this pack of monsters?

Mo Fenghuang knew Feng Zikang was overwhelmingly strong, far surpassing her, but she had never imagined he was this powerful! For the Nineteen Grand Formations, she had assumed the little brother had found the formation's weak point; for the wolf demons on the third peak, their power was weak, and her assistance had played a role.

But the wild bear spirits on the fourth peak—she had encountered them when she faced the White Bone Divine Lord. Even just confronting the single Xuanhua Axe, Mo Fenghuang might not have won easily.

Yet, they were slain instantly by Feng Zikang in one or two exchanges? Mo Fenghuang even began to hesitate, wondering if she should continue pursuing him?

If her strength was inadequate, she might become a burden to him! But the hesitation lasted only a moment before she immediately gritted her teeth and gave chase using her cloud-riding technique.

No matter what, members of the Mo family could not stand by while others fought desperately to the death. Feng Zikang, so young, acting with such noble righteousness, single-handedly seeking vengeance for Mo Fenghuang’s fiancé, Mo Li—how could she sit idly by?

The fifth peak, Qingyun Peak: eighty-one iron chains, which had taken on sentience, were shattered into powder, link by link. The sixth peak, Xiangbi Peak: the long-trunked elephant demon, capable of supporting the heavens, was cut into four pieces, its body dismembered in the valley.

The seventh peak, Baiyu Peak: the ancient tree spirit was burned to charcoal. The eighth peak, Wanzhu Peak: the demon formed by ten thousand cicadas combined was swallowed whole by some unknown monstrous beast, leaving behind only a ground littered with shed cicada shells, withered and fallen.

She continued chasing up to the ninth peak, yet Mo Fenghuang could not catch even a glimpse of Feng Zikang's robes. Seeing only corpses everywhere, her anxiety became unspeakable.

Then, she saw a multicolored cloud arriving gracefully from the east, moving with great speed. "It's Martial Uncle!" Mo Fenghuang was instantly overjoyed.

※ Feng Zikang was certainly not a youth of noble righteousness in the conventional sense. However, his sudden outburst of killing was indeed largely due to Mo Li.

This pure and determined Mo family youth, though they had only known each other for a few days, was gentle and sincere, treating people with genuine openness. Furthermore, Mo Li had treated Feng Zikang as his first true confidant.

Even demons have friends. Although a demon should only acknowledge the strong, only the invincible strong are qualified to be a demon's friend, yet Mo Li’s fearlessness and sincerity had moved Feng Zikang somewhat?

Regardless, he was someone useful, someone worth speaking to," Feng Zikang defined him silently. Therefore, he was very displeased.

The mechanical beasts had been subdued by him and were now his subordinates; there was naturally no need to flay them. But Mo Li’s fatal peril was, in the final analysis, caused by these irritating thirty-six peaks of Mangcang Mountain.

"What White Bone Divine Lord? Bah!" Feng Zikang wiped the blood from his sword with his finger and patted Longque, the mechanical beast that had just finished feeding contentedly.

This fellow had recovered its combat strength again in such a short time—truly a good helper. The crazed killing intent in Feng Zikang's eyes showed no sign of receding.

Through the slaughter of the first nine peaks, he clearly felt his own power growing. He understood that this time was both a test and an opportunity for him.

The Demon Heart Barrier, once broken, promised limitless prospects! The alarm bell signaling the attack on the front mountains had already sounded loudly.

It was likely that a few stragglers who had escaped Feng Zikang's rampage crawled out of hiding once the strong enemy departed, intending to sound the alarm and notify their comrades in the remaining twenty-seven peaks. "Who dares trespass..." "Ouch!" Feng Zikang’s killing became faster and faster as he progressed.

The moment a demon showed its face, before it could even finish speaking, he had already struck with his sword, splitting it down the middle. Such ignorant and incompetent fools were not even worth a glance from him?

The slaughter became as natural as breathing, irresistible. "Stop your arrogance!

I am Huang Jiumei, Great General of the Left Nine Peaks of the Mangcang Mountain Thirty-Six Peaks—" "Clang!" A white light sliced through heaven and earth, taking the form of a sword, but it was blocked by a crooked, crimson curved sword, resulting in a sharp collision. "Fine swordsmanship!" Two shouts of praise erupted simultaneously from Feng Zikang and the armored demon opposite him.

Feng Zikang shouted praise because, since mastering the Starfall Great Extinction Sword Technique, he had never encountered a true opponent. No one could block his sword attacks with a weapon; even the mighty mechanical beast Longque could only endure by taking the blows head-on.

This was because the speed of the Starfall Great Extinction Sword Style had reached an incredible level—the intent manifested, and the sword arrived. How could ordinary blades stop it?

The demon, named Huang Jiumei, was also full of admiration for Feng Zikang's swordplay. His face was thin, with a goatee under his chin, his eyes small and sharp.

Clad in golden armor and topped with a pheasant feather, though lean, he possessed an imposing presence that demanded respect. He held a crimson curved sword in his hand, its tip forked like a serpent's tongue, radiating a strange, soul-stirring light.

"What junior dares to cause trouble in Mangcang Mountain? Are you not afraid of the might of our White Bone Old Divine Lord?" Because Huang Jiumei had managed to block one strike, Feng Zikang dared not be careless and allowed him to finish speaking.

"What were the people on the first nine peaks doing? Letting you, a mere child, break through so easily?

Old ancestor spares you your cultivation efforts; retreat quickly, or you will regret it deeply!" Huang Jiumei had no idea that the demons on the first nine peaks, including the supposed Great General Cangbei Giant Ape, had all been slaughtered by the child he spoke of. Having killed so many demons, what fear could Feng Zikang possess?

He gave a cold smile. "Your skill seems decent, far better than the demons on the first nine peaks.

Too much talk is useless. Come, come, let me send you all to the underworld to reunite!" "Good lad!" Huang Jiumei was furious.

His status in Mangcang Mountain was highly respected; he ranked among the Four Generals, and even the White Bone Divine Lord’s direct disciples did not dare speak to him this way. Especially since mastering the Bloodline Serpent Sword in his hand, capable of killing invisibly, his power had grown formidable.

He styled himself the Ten Thousand Snakes Old Ancestor, and no one dared offend him. "Since you have harmed those in Mangcang Mountain, you cannot expect a peaceful end.

Let this Old Ancestor take your life now, lest you fall into the Divine Lord's hands and suffer a thousand small tortures!" Huang Jiumei struck fiercely, and the Bloodline Serpent Sword in his hand transformed into ten thousand streaks of blood-red shadow, retracting and extending with unpredictable mystery, attacking Feng Zikang. "Good timing!" Feng Zikang saw the sword style was exquisite, and upon observation, he gained an insight that greatly aided his Starfall Great Extinction Sword Style.

Suddenly filled with delight at this sparring opportunity, he made no move to block. Instead, at the last possible moment, he dodged the sudden blood-colored blades while observing intently.

Having slaughtered his way through the nine peaks, his body was already covered in bloodstains. Now, weaving through the ten thousand blood-red shadows, he moved with effortless grace, leaving even the sword-wielding Huang Jiumei stunned speechless.

Huang Jiumei had cultivated for a hundred years, mastering the Ten Thousand Snakes Sword Art from the Serpent King Secret Manual. Guided by the manual, he had gathered rare materials to forge the Bloodline Serpent Sword.

Combined with the sword style, it was unparalleled in its strangeness. How could anyone navigate it so easily and skillfully?

The supplementary divine ability of the Bloodline Serpent Sword simply turned the ten thousand sword lights generated by the Ten Thousand Snakes Sword Art into writhing crimson little snakes. While linear sword lights were easy to dodge, these biting serpents, with their unpredictable attacks, were not so simple to evade.

Feng Zikang, trapped within the ten thousand sword lights, should have sustained at least minor injuries—that was the logical outcome. "Haha, exhilarating!" What Huang Jiumei did not know was that when Feng Zikang was studying the second move of the Starfall Great Extinction Sword Style, "Army Breaker," he summoned millions of streaks of starlight to descend, requiring him to dodge nimbly amidst them while contemplating the mysteries within the starlight and star energy.

If he could evade starlight, what harm could a mere ten thousand snakes inflict? As Feng Zikang maneuvered among them, he gained significant insights.

The flexibility and unpredictability of the ten thousand snakes precisely addressed the shortcomings in his Army Breaker move. While the simultaneous eruption of ten thousand streaks of starlight was overwhelmingly powerful, it lacked variation, being too straightforward.

As he grasped the essence amidst the ten thousand snake sword lights, he couldn't help but cry out in joy. "You seek death, brat!" In Huang Jiumei's eyes, this was clearly mocking his inadequate swordsmanship.

As the Great General of the Left Nine Peaks of the thirty-six peaks, how could he endure such humiliation? He struck with renewed fury, his sword momentum growing more urgent.

"It is impolite not to return a gesture! Try taking this sword strike of mine!" Having gained his insight, Feng Zikang was about to test his sword.

Seeing the ten thousand blood-red shadows accelerate, with the hidden blood serpents baring their fangs viciously, his heart soared. With a shout, he leaped upward, formed a sword mudra with both hands, and his iron sword trembled, transforming into ten thousand replicas.

"Starfall Great Extinction Sword Technique, Second Form! Army Breaker!" From the clouds, millions of milky-white sword lights rained down.

Unlike the previous, heavy exertion when he used this move, every streak of light was nimble and turned as he wished. They stabbed toward the blood-red serpent shadows one by one!

"Aiya!" Huang Jiumei was terrified out of his wits. These ten thousand sword lights contained not only his own divine ability but also the sword soul of the Bloodline Serpent Sword.

If they were all pinned down, wouldn't its power be greatly diminished? However, Feng Zikang’s sword light was too swift; he didn't have time to recall his sword before the continuous puchi sounds echoed.

The sword lights struck the ground, successfully pinning the ten thousand blood snakes fast! With the blood snakes dead and the sword lights dissipated, the Bloodline Serpent Sword instantly reverted to its original form.

The two stood facing each other. Feng Zikang’s iron sword pierced the qichu (seven-inch pressure point) of the red serpent in Huang Jiumei's hand, blood dripping profusely!

"My serpent!" Huang Jiumei was overcome with grief and rage. He spat out a mouthful of his heart's blood onto the red serpent.

The red serpent twisted, suddenly seeming to come back to life, coiling spiritedly around Feng Zikang's iron sword. It opened its cavernous mouth and spat out a terrifying, three-pronged red tongue, nearly licking Feng Zikang’s face!

"You dare injure my sword soul? Then die!" Huang Jiumei's voice was harsh, bordering on madness!