Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1522: A Clean Sweep

In that moment, the fury and humiliation that had been simmering in Wei Tiancheng's heart erupted in a blinding, earth-yellow spiritual light that converged on his right palm.

The spiritual light solidified, becoming as heavy as a mountain, radiating a terrifying pressure capable of crushing all in its path. With the force of a thunderbolt, he slammed his palm toward Song Wen's head.

This strike was unrestrained, containing all of Wei Tiancheng's cultivation power fueled by his rage.

He was determined to pulverize this arrogant "Void Refinement Stage junior" and his primordial spirit into dust!

Yet, facing this earth-shattering attack, Song Wen seemed to have anticipated it.

Without flinching, he suddenly raised his left hand, his fingers curling into a claw. A thick, impenetrable mass of black corpse qi surged from the claw, meeting Wei Tiancheng's full-force strike.

In the blink of an eye, claw and palm collided!

"Boom—!"

A muffled explosion reverberated as energy ripples radiated wildly from the two figures.

However, the bone-shattering, flesh-rending outcome Wei Tiancheng had envisioned did not materialize.

Instead of a claw, his palm had struck a Spirit Treasure shaped like an iron hook—sharp, yet utterly indestructible.

The earth-yellow spiritual light on his palm shattered instantly.

The iron hook pierced directly through his palm.

His entire right hand, along with his forearm, exploded in a shower of blood mist, whipped into a frenzy by the violent energy impact.

Wei Tiancheng lost his balance and stumbled back more than ten feet before crashing into Wei Wuren behind him, finally halting his retreat.

"Your cultivation level?" Wei Tiancheng stared at Song Wen in disbelief.

The aura erupting from Song Wen's body was far beyond a mere Void Refinement cultivator. It clearly belonged to the Body Integration Stage, and even surpassed his own, rivaling that of Wei Wuren, the Wei Clan's most powerful cultivator.

Like Wei Tiancheng, Wei Wuren and the other four Body Integration Stage cultivators were stunned by Song Wen's sudden display of power. Simultaneously, a sense of foreboding arose in their hearts:

Feng Xin had hidden his true cultivation level, suggesting malicious intent.

Moreover, his identity as a "core disciple of the Divine Blood Gate" was likely false.

Without hesitation, the four attacked almost simultaneously.

Four Spirit Treasures shot out, streaking toward Song Wen: two flying swords, a long saber, and a Soul Breaking Awl.

Facing the four attackers, Song Wen neither dodged nor made any defensive moves, allowing the four Spirit Treasures to close in relentlessly.

However, as he clashed with Wei Tiancheng, a sea of blood had already spread beneath his feet, rapidly extending in all directions, primarily towards the five Wei Clan Body Integration Stage cultivators—the direction of the Wei Clan Mountain Gate.

At this moment, the blood sea had reached the airspace beneath the five Wei Clan members.

Yet they remained unconcerned.

As long as they eliminated "Feng Xin," the blood sea would pose no threat.

Song Wen's physical body was almost simultaneously struck by the four Spirit Treasures, disintegrating into dust.

In the next instant, however, he materialized before Yan Yuyan.

Yan Yuyan's cultivation was too low; a casual strike from any of the five Wei Clan members could have easily slain her.

As an old acquaintance from the Lower Realm—someone Song Wen had brought here—he naturally wouldn't let her die without a proper explanation.

The five Wei Clan members' expressions tightened at this sight.

"Substitute Puppet!" Wei Wuren exclaimed softly.

The four Spirit Treasures immediately changed course, and Wei Tiancheng conjured the phantom shadow of a colossal fist. Together, they hurtled with lightning speed toward Song Wen and Yan Yuyan behind him.

At this moment, the blood sea had already engulfed Yan Yuyan from below.

The blood sea surged upward, instantly swallowing both Song Wen and Yan Yuyan.

Pfft—

Five attacks struck the blood sea, emitting a dull, heavy impact.

A hole was torn in the blood sea, but beyond the opening lay not the clear blue sky, but a bottomless crimson abyss.

The blood sea surrounding the hole churned and surged inward, clearly attempting to seal the breach.

The five attacks were on the verge of being trapped in the crimson depths.

Fortunately, Wei Tiancheng's giant fist phantom was merely a manifestation of spiritual power, its loss insignificant.

But the four Spirit Treasures of Wei Wuren and the others were their natal magic treasures, which could never be damaged.

The four simultaneously channeled their spiritual power, activating their respective Spirit Treasures to charge out of the hole.

Wei Tiancheng, however, focused on the blood sea.

He suddenly realized that the blood sea had already extended to the mountain gate behind them, curling upward to completely block the towering structure, which stood hundreds of zhang tall.

Meanwhile, the blood sea from all directions began to surge upward, resembling a massive crimson flower closing its petals.

Feng Xin's true purpose was now glaringly obvious: to trap all five of them within the blood sea and eliminate them in one fell swoop.

A chill suddenly ran down Wei Tiancheng's spine.

"Run! He wants to kill us all!"

As he spoke, Wei Tiancheng soared upward, streaking toward the sky to escape the blood sea's encirclement.

The other four were jolted awake and immediately followed suit, rising into the air.

"Too late to run now!"

Song Wen's icy voice echoed from below.

At some point, he had appeared atop the blood sea directly beneath the five, his figure rising and falling with the surging waves.

Rumble—

The moment Song Wen finished speaking, a thunderclap that seemed to split the heavens erupted overhead.

Dark clouds had already gathered in the upper atmosphere.

A dark golden lightning bolt tore through the clouds and plummeted downward.

Wei Tiancheng, leading the Wei Clan's five, was the first to face the descending strike.

Instinctively, he looked up.

One glance sent his soul into a frenzy of terror.

The dark-gold lightning, though no thicker than a bucket, exerted an irresistible and terrifying pressure that made his divine soul tremble.

He knew deep down that he alone could not withstand this strike.

With nowhere left to flee, he summoned a palm-sized, turtle-shell-shaped Spirit Treasure.

Under his desperate efforts, the shell instantly expanded into a ten-zhang-wide shield, radiating a dazzling azure glow as it soared to meet the falling lightning.

Yet before the dark-gold lightning, his full-hearted defense appeared utterly laughable.

The moment the lightning struck the shell—

Crack!

The shell shattered into fragments like paper, unable to withstand even a breath.

The dark-gold lightning, its power undiminished, continued its descent toward Wei Tiancheng.

Just as Wei Tiancheng braced for certain death, two flying swords, a long saber, and a Soul Breaking Awl streaked past him simultaneously, intercepting the lightning.