Chapter 1354: Chapter 1353 Trap, Capture Zhang Huajin

Upon hearing the words of the Demon Refining Sage, both Zhang Huajin and the others focused their gaze.

“Do you think I’ll believe such attempts to sow discord?”

“Believe it or not, it’s up to you; just remember, the Nine Domains are vast, and if you miss this chance, next time you’ll want to capture the Demon Race unless they fall into the trap themselves.

Otherwise, it’s as hard as climbing to the heavens,” replied the Demon Refining Sage.

Zhang Huajin gave Old Mo a deep look and said, “Watch the three of them, I’ll go after that kid.”

With those words, he tore open the void in front of him, followed Xu Zimei’s position, and pursued.

The void was constantly changing, Zhang Huajin’s Holy Power was strong, and he considered himself much faster than Xu Zimei.

He didn’t know where he ambushed in the void; Zhang Huajin simply pursued along the aura left by Xu Zimei’s escape.

Finally, not far ahead, he saw Xu Zimei’s figure.

That figure flashed past, yet was still captured by him.

Zhang Huajin tore open the void in front of him, unknowingly arriving outside Zixia Holy Land.

Xu Zimei stood ahead, smiling as he looked at him.

The stance didn’t seem to be one of running away, but rather waiting for him.

“Demonic remnants, surrender quickly,” Zhang Huajin extended a large hand, refusing to waste words with Xu Zimei.

The large hand, as heavy as a mountain, directly suppressed downward.

“Why rush,” Xu Zimei chuckled.

“After all, I’m not running; I’m afraid you’d run.”

As the large hand descended, a “bang” sounded, and in the void, a large hand also stretched out, stopping in front of Xu Zimei.

The two hands collided, Zhang Huajin’s figure retreated several steps.

He then looked solemnly at Xu Zimei and said, “Holy King, an outcast of the Demon Realm, right?”

As his words fell, the figure of Demon Venerable Tianpeng slowly emerged.

Seeing Demon Venerable Tianpeng confirmed his suspicions.

“You guessed right, but there’s no prize,” Demon Venerable Tianpeng laughed.

Zhang Huajin gradually composed his face, snorting coldly: “Today, with the arrival of the Holy Court, none of you can escape.”

“You should first consider your own predicament,” Xu Zimei snapped his fingers.

In an instant, four powerful auras rose around Zhang Huajin.

These four auras all emitted the Holy Power of a Great Saint.

They were Demon Venerable Tianpeng, Crimson Blade Bull Demon, Seven-faced Demon General, and Demon of Despair Bai Meng.

The four didn’t simply surround Zhang Huajin but stood in positions of a peerless formation.

This peerless formation was developed in ancient times during the battle between the Demon Realm and the Holy Court.

The Holy Court focused on destroying demons in their research.

The Demon Race naturally focused on destroying immortals.

The four Great Saints jointly guarded the formation’s core and, when the powerful might descended, suppressed Zhang Huajin, leaving him unable to raise his head.

At this moment, Zhang Huajin felt ice cold all over.

He realized he had fallen into a massive trap.

Before, he was only focused on pursuing Xu Zimei, not considering much else.

In his conjecture, even if Xu Zimei had protectors, they would merely be remnants like dogs without a home.

Now it seemed the Holy Court had gravely underestimated Xu Zimei’s strength, as the opponent had already gathered four Demon Generals.

“What do you want?” Zhang Huajin asked.

“What do you think?” Xu Zimei countered.

“Master, there’s nothing good to say with people from the Holy Court; let him experience the sharpness of the axe in Old Bull’s hand,” shouted Crimson Blade Bull Demon.

“It’s likely that right now he hopes solely to seek death,” Xu Zimei laughed.

“Rest assured, I won’t let you die.”

If Zhang Huajin were killed, he’d possess a Life and Death Soul, preventing permanent death.

Ultimately, he’d only suffer serious injuries, then revive using the Life and Death Soul.

At that point, he’d likely divulge all of Xu Zimei’s details to the Holy Court.

Zhang Huajin snorted coldly, his blade soaring in the sky, directly attacking the formation.

Endless sword intent surged, as if striving with all his might to break the formation.

“Suppress him, seal his Vein Gate,” Xu Zimei instructed.

Bai Meng and the others combined to activate the formation; sky-piercing Demonic Qi shot up, lifting the thick clouds above.

Among the clouds, chains of the Demon Race slowly descended.

The power of the Holy Court comes from Immortal Qi.

It’s said that when the founder of the Holy Court established it back then, he created a cultivation technique.

This technique enables the cultivation of Immortal Qi, which strongly restrains Demonic Qi.

Later, however, the Demon Race retaliated, ultimately refining their own cultivation techniques, leading to Demonic Qi and Immortal Qi mutually restraining each other.

Immortal Qi can restrain Demonic Qi, and Demonic Qi will forever restrain Immortal Qi.

In the end, it still depends on which side is stronger.

When chains covered in purple patterns and infused with Demonic Qi fell from the Firmament, Zhang Huajin’s face drastically changed.

His sword qi in hand madly tore at the formation, shouting: “Have the guts to kill me; the Demon Race will be destroyed someday.”

“You probably won’t witness the Demon Race’s destruction, but when I destroy the Holy Court, I’ll make sure you see it clearly,” Xu Zimei replied.

“Demon Lord, if you have the guts, let’s duel one-on-one, don’t be a coward,” Zhang Huajin shouted frantically.

“A duel like that is reserved for Holy Ancestor or Immortal Lord level beings; you’re not qualified,” Xu Zimei shook his head.

Completely ignoring the other’s provocation.

He inherited the legacy power of the previous Demon Lord.

Once this power is used, it instantly grants the strength comparable to the previous Demon Lord.

Except, with each use, the power diminishes; before reaching his peak, Xu Zimei will be cautious in using it.

Using this power on Zhang Huajin would be a waste.

The chains descended bit by bit; Zhang Huajin became increasingly frantic, fleeing in panic.

Yet the chains were indestructible, gradually binding Zhang Huajin’s head and limbs.

Zhang Huajin couldn’t even struggle, let alone speak.

The Immortal Qi within him was like stagnant water, unable to mobilize, and his Vein Gates were nearly all restrained.

Zhang Huajin’s silhouette fell to the ground, Xu Zimei stepped forward slowly and calmly said: “I know you won’t say anything about the Holy Court now.

So I won’t waste my breath, I’ll give you some time to consider.

If you still refuse to say anything, then I’ll cripple your Vein Gates.

Trust me, the Holy Court won’t need a cripple.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Huajin responded with intense emotions.

But Xu Zimei didn’t bother with him, directly opening the portal to the Divine Continent and throwing him in.

Once inside the Divine Continent, it becomes his domain.

Having settled matters with Zhang Huajin, Xu Zimei turned his gaze to Bai Meng and asked: “Did you find the place from following the previous instructions?”

“Master truly foresaw with great accuracy; eight hundred miles away, there’s an isolated small world,” Bai Meng nodded.

“Then let’s go have a look,” Xu Zimei smiled and said.

“The legacy should be completed for us.”