PD -Chapter 123 Awakening of the Giant Beast

The blood-red demon, the moment it was forced out, immediately extended its demonic claws again, grabbing the woman by the neck. From the look of it, it intended to snap her neck in a single motion.

The child, enduring the pain in his throat, charged toward the demon without hesitation. But the demon slapped him away with a single strike. The child spat blood from the corner of his mouth, his body unable to move.

He could only watch as his mother’s life force was drained away, leaving behind a cold, lifeless corpse.

The child’s eyes widened to the extreme, yet there was no grief in them—only ferocity and burning rage.

At last, after exhausting all his strength, he forced himself up once more. Ignoring the blood dripping from his neck, he charged straight at the demon again.

But he did not notice that the blood dripping onto the ground was beginning to emit a golden light…

Within that light, the drops of blood transformed into several small beasts, streaking forward like afterimages toward the demon.

With a loud boom, the blood-formed beasts suddenly expanded and spewed flames from their mouths, turning the entire room into a sea of fire. The boy then lost consciousness.

The demon’s body was engulfed in flames. No matter whether it transformed into smoke or air, it could not shake them off…

In the end, it could no longer endure and abandoned two-thirds of its soul, like a lizard shedding its tail, escaping in defeat.

With a whoosh, the illusion on the wall vanished. Liu Xiaopeng collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he looked at the woman before him, crying uncontrollably.

“It was my incompetence… I couldn’t protect you…” Liu Xiaopeng choked out.

The woman still smiled, but tears also fell from the corners of her eyes as she reached out to touch his face.

“Silly child… how old were you back then…”

Rumble…

A burst of golden light exploded in the sky outside the building, accompanied by a deafening roar—it was the clash between Liu Xiaopeng’s father’s soul and the Rakshasa.

We rushed outside to look, and saw the Yin-world Rakshasa had revealed its true form. It was a demon shrouded in red light, but two-thirds of its body was scorched black.

At this moment, Liu Xiaopeng’s father’s soul had dimmed significantly, trying to drag the Rakshasa down with him in mutual destruction… but just like decades ago, his sacrifice failed to harm it in the slightest.

Inside the room, Liu Xiaopeng heard the commotion and rushed out. At the same time, his mother’s soul also burst forth, looking at the fading golden light in the sky with a trace of resentment. Then she turned to Liu Xiaopeng—and without hesitation, charged toward the Rakshasa, attempting to perish together with it.

“No—!” Liu Xiaopeng screamed hysterically.

I saw fire seemingly burning in his eyes.

He ignored everything and leapt out of the window. Golden light surrounded his body as he stepped through the air—seven steps in midair.

“Qian descends essence, Kun responds, sun and moon obey; Supreme Spirit Sword, command the ten directions!”

He quickly chanted an incantation. In the void before him, a golden spiritual sword materialized from nothingness into reality.

I knew clearly that he was using the Spirit Sword Incantation—but the sword in his hand, radiating nine-colored light, made my jaw nearly drop.

That was no ordinary spirit sword… it was the Slaying Immortal Sword!

Nine colors and ten radiances, commanding the Nine Dragons—the legendary sword said to slay both demons and immortals!

Liu Xiaopeng’s pupils also turned into nine different colors, just like the overwhelming aura of the sword in his hand. He stood in the air, hair and clothes fluttering without wind, like a war god overlooking the world.

Behind him, nine giant beast totems gradually became clearer.

With a wave of his hand, he pulled his mother’s soul back from the Rakshasa’s grasp, then stepped forward and stood protectively in front of her, sword in both hands.

As if declaring through action that everything his younger self could not do… he would accomplish today.

“It… it’s you!” The Rakshasa seemed to recognize Liu Xiaopeng—it was the child who, decades ago, had somehow burned and injured it with unknown techniques.

The mighty Yin-world Rakshasa now showed fear in its eyes. It turned into smoke and tried to flee.

Bang!

Just as it escaped halfway, it was knocked back by a massive, broken seal stamp.

Shentu still stood with arms crossed in midair. The half-destroyed Ghost Emperor Seal radiated blood-red light in the night sky.

“Tonight, you must fight him!” Shentu said with a faint smile, her hair dancing in the wind.

“You are…?” The Rakshasa trembled. Its grotesque face was filled with despair. There was no escape—front and back, both were monsters it could not handle.

“As a Rakshasa, daring to cause chaos in the mortal world… do you want me to deal with you personally, or try your luck with that kid?”

She shrugged lazily. “Your choice.”

Grinding its teeth, the Rakshasa’s red aura flickered. It had no choice but to turn back toward Liu Xiaopeng.

Liu Xiaopeng did not rush in. Instead, step by step, he walked forward through golden light toward it.

The Rakshasa cursed and charged forward as a shadow—but halfway through, Liu Xiaopeng slightly raised his sword.

A burst of nine-colored light erupted, and a giant beast appeared before the Rakshasa.

The beast had a lion’s body and dragon horns, standing proudly in the void—this was Suan Ni, the fifth son of the Dragon.

Suan Ni opened its enormous mouth and roared, grabbing one of the Rakshasa’s arms and flinging it into the air.

The arm was torn off completely by Suan Ni’s fangs.

Before the Rakshasa even fell, another beast appeared overhead.

This one had the body of a leopard and the head of a dragon—Qiu Niu, the first son of the Dragon.

Qiu Niu caught the Rakshasa mid-air like a ball and bit off its other arm.

A third beast then appeared, forming a triangular formation around it. The Rakshasa’s body became like a helpless toy, with no chance to resist.

This beast was Yazi, the second son of the Dragon, holding a black sword in its mouth.

When Yazi flung the Rakshasa upward, it spat the black sword out—

The blade pierced straight through the Rakshasa’s chest and nailed it to the ground, shaking the entire earth violently.