The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

With the command of the Demon God, the old man was filled with fighting spirit. He stretched out his long hand, and his muscles and bones began to make sounds, just like a dead tree in spring. His skinny body instantly swelled up, and even the wrinkles on his face lessened.

Wu took a deep breath, made the first move, and slashed the Roaring Flame Saber in front of him.

"Whiz!"

A formless gale tore through the air, hacking towards the old man. The old man didn't dodge or evade. Instead, he waved his hand and made a circle in front of him. A surge of black qi surged out and blocked the incoming wind.

At that moment, Wu had already arrived in front of the old man, and the Roaring Flame Saber was hacking towards his neck. The old man snorted and black gas quickly gathered to form a shield.

Clang!

The Roaring Flame Saber slashed the shield, but did not move at all. Without a doubt, in this short moment, the difference in strength between the two sides had already revealed itself. The old man's cultivation was clearly higher than hers by a level.

Ke Wu didn't give up. She wasn't someone who would give up. After three consecutive strikes, she was completely blocked by the black shield.

A cold light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said: "If Demonic God His Highness wants you to be his offering, it will be your honor, to not know your place."

Suddenly, the shield turned into a wisp of black smoke and then into a rope. Like a venomous snake, it quickly flew towards Wu Xiu.

Wu continuously brandished the Roaring Flame Saber, but the rope was extremely tricky, it did not allow the Roaring Flame Saber to touch it at all. As soon as it came into contact with Wu's body, it rapidly spiraled upwards, wanting to bind her.

In the blink of an eye, victory and defeat had been decided. It was clear that the elder hadn't used his full strength previously, because he had been waiting for the demonic god to descend. He was afraid that if he used his full strength, the damage he suffered would be too great, and he wouldn't be able to deal with it.

Since the devil god had already descended, he didn't need to worry about his future plans anymore. Moreover, this was his first time performing well in front of the Demonic God His Highness, so he had to do his best to look beautiful and defeat the enemy as fast as possible.

Wu looked at the rope and was shocked. He quickly asked: "What magic treasure is this?"

"Dragon-trapped rope." The old man said complacently, "It's your honor that I deal with you with the Dragon-trapped rope."

Dragon-trapped rope were forged using special materials. Earth-grade magic weapons s were offensive magical equipment, one could imagine just by looking at its name. It could even trap a dragon, and how easy it was to deal with a person.

"Bullsh * t." Wu Zhangkong was not frightened by the attack. Instead, he directly sent a palm strike towards his own body. His palm had turned a fiery red, and the heat rippled like a soldering iron.

If this slash landed, it would definitely harm her. However, she didn't hesitate in the slightest. From this, it could be seen how resolute and decisive she was.

Martial House was a cold and detached person. Not only was she cold to others, she was even colder to herself. Otherwise, she wouldn't have such a cultivation at such a young age.

This was not only because her talent was very good, but more importantly, she was diligent enough to force herself to train since she was young. This was the only thing she usually did.

She didn't have any other entertainment or hobbies. Her life was just like her name. There was only one thing left — Martial.

"Zi!"

When the fiery red Roaring Flame Saber landed on the Dragon-trapped rope, it immediately emitted black smoke, and with a swoosh, it slipped off her body.

The old man did not expect her to be so hard to deal with, and seeing that after all this time, he still could not capture her, wouldn't he lose face in front of the Demonic God His Highness?

He rubbed his body again and pounced, the Dragon-trapped rope appeared in front of her once more like a ghost.

Just now, that small knife had already left a long cut on her body. The clothes around her waist had already been dyed red with blood, but he didn't even look at them. They remained expressionless as if nothing had happened.

However, the others were not as calm as he was. The soldiers had been shocked, but now that they had regained their senses and realized that their leader was in danger, they finally began to move.

Although what they saw and heard today was completely beyond their imagination, giving them a genuine fear, after all, the reflex training throughout the years suppressed the fear in their hearts, and they all pointed their guns at the Demon God.

Obviously, he was the biggest threat here.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire was like rain hitting a banana as bullets rained down from the sky. Furthermore, there were three rockets aimed at the demonic god.

The Demon God was still shrouded in that scarlet cloak, and it was hard to see his expression. However, he didn't sit idly by, and waved his cloak fiercely.

Whew ~

Violent winds blew up, forming a wall of wind. All the bullets were blocked by the wind wall. The three rockets also exploded, releasing a terrifying shockwave.

"A bunch of ants. It's not a pity if they die." The Demon God lightly spat out a few words, and the wind wall turned into a gust of wind, carrying countless bullets with it as it flew back.

When the soldiers saw this, they wanted to run, but it was too late. They only had time to scream before falling to the ground. In the end, only a few student soldiers remained standing.

They had all been shocked beyond belief. No soldier had dared to shoot so boldly, and they had been the last to arrive, standing at the very back, so they had luckily survived.

The few of them wanted to escape, but they discovered that their legs had uncontrollably stiffened. They didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger. All they could do was stare blankly at this scene.

The Demon Gods were just like gods of death, giving them no chance to resist. They didn't even have the thought of regret, their minds completely blank.

Of course, there was one exception, and that was Gao Dazhi. Even though he pretended to be as terrified and dazed as the others, his gaze swept across the battlefield one by one, and finally locked onto Tang Zheng who was in midair.

The sudden appearance of this cultivator made him puzzled, and he was curious as to who the other party was, to dare to disrupt the affairs of the demon clan.

Hearing his generous speech just now, Gao Dazhi did not believe it, this society only believed in the law of the jungle. If demon clan was strong, then his life would be better and his strength would be even stronger.

As for the others, he didn't care about them at all. The people at the scene had nothing to do with him, and he was more concerned about the demonic god.

As long as the dust from the battle settled, he would immediately reveal his identity. He was also a member of the demon clan, so in the future, he could charge into the battle under their command.

Madness surged in his eyes as he imagined his glorious days in the future. He could not help but get excited.

Martial was not the least bit excited, because her battle with the old man was gradually losing out.

Suddenly, the old man's palm struck over. She hastily waved the Roaring Flame Saber to block, but she did not know that this was a feint from the old man.

With her arms bound, she was unable to resist at all. She could only watch as she was tied up like a dumpling by the Dragon-trapped rope, unable to move at all.

The old man finally had a relieved look. With great effort, he managed to subdue this woman. It was unknown who had taught her martial arts, but she was so strong at such a young age. It was truly hard to deal with.

The old man turned around and looked at the demonic god, respectfully saying, "Demonic God His Highness, your sacrifice has been captured."

The Demon God nodded, "Although it's a bit slow, it's still okay, but you have to remember that I don't like to wait the most. This time is long enough, next time be more nimble."

The old man immediately nodded his head like he was pounding garlic, and said tremblingly: "Yes, I will follow Demonic God His Highness's orders."

"There are still a few ants there, let's take care of them together." The Demon God pointed at Gao Dazhi and the others, and suddenly felt his heart tremble. He looked at Gao Dazhi with a gaze as sharp as lightning, and laughed sinisterly: "Interesting, interesting, you hid it really well."

After all, Gao Dazhi's method of hiding his cultivation was a method of the demon clan, so how could it escape the eyes of the Demon God? Previously, the Demon God had forgotten about Gao Dazhi, but now, with a closer look, he discovered some clues.

Gao Dazhi felt the Demon God's gaze sweep past him, and just like a cold winter moon falling into an ice hole, his entire body suddenly trembled.

Hearing the Demon God's words, he knew that he had been discovered, so he didn't hide it anymore. Moreover, the old man clearly wanted to take care of them, so he couldn't hide it anymore.

Just as he was about to say that he was also a demon clan, he heard a roar exploding in the air.

Tang Zheng followed the knife-like blood colored tornado and floated around continuously, he was dizzy and dizzy. Who knew how many cuts were left on his body, his clothes were tattered, like that of a beggar.

But now, he was in a worse situation than a beggar. At the very least, the beggar's life wasn't in danger, and right now, his life was at stake. He wanted to resist, so he circulated the true energy within his body to stabilize his body, but he realized that it was completely useless.

The might of the tornado was not something he could defend against. In fact, thinking about it, it made sense, since he was only a fourth stage Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, and the Demon God's cultivation was deep and unfathomable. Although the War Soul Sword had injured him, Tang Zheng did not know how, so, no matter what, Tang Zheng's situation was extremely disadvantageous.

Seeing that the battle on the ground had ended, all the soldiers were dead, and the old man was about to deal with Dou Long and the rest.

These people were his classmates and his teammates. How could he just watch them get killed right in front of him? Hence, he let out a furious roar of unwillingness, coincidentally interrupting Gao Dazhi's movements.

Then, everyone's attention was attracted by Tang Zheng and they all heard a loud roar, "You're not allowed to hurt them."

Wu Wu Ji looked at Tang Zheng with a complicated expression. This cultivator was truly strange, he could not even protect himself, yet he still had to protect others.

Dou Long and the rest looked at Tang Zheng, and thought to themselves, Bro, you can't even save yourself, and you want to save us? It seems that I will not be able to escape this calamity. If I am lucky to meet you again in my next life, I will thank you for your good intentions.

The Demon God looked up at Tang Zheng, and said lightly: "These ants have been taken care of, now it's your turn."

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