My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 725 - 465: This is the Sword Immortal (Combined - )

The towering, majestic figure of the iron tower filled everyone's vision. Old Bull finally revealed his true form, but it was something none of the Taoists could have imagined—he was a Devil Bull. Such a fierce beast was terrifying to behold, its horns dragon-like and its body heavy with martial ferocity. It was said that the Third Rank martial officer's uniform bore the symbol of the Devil Bull, also known as the Bullfighter's garment.

The Devil Bull slowly spread out his palm, razor-sharp claws seemingly tearing through the darkness. He remained in his bipedal stance, grinning as he scrutinized the Taoists like fish laid out on a chopping block.

"This one... tender flesh, plump belly full of fragrant fat. Chef, slice off large chunks,"

he pointed at one person and said. The fat Taoist who was singled out shivered all over and trembled uncontrollably.

"The one next to him is all skin and bones, not much meat there. Dry him up and hang him as cured meat."

"This one with a wide top and narrow bottom, soak him in wine, soak him in wine!"

After pointing out several individuals, the Devil Bull's gaze rested on Zhao Deshan.

He spoke slowly, "Old bones... not much flavor but perfect for soup."

Zhao Deshan's face paled, and the Taoists behind him were similarly ashen-faced. They had only heard of supernatural disturbances here, so they disguised themselves as scholars to slay demons and eliminate monsters, led by their uncle-master Zhao Deshan to train the disciples. They had thought the foe to be no more than some minor bull demon.

The Devil Bull watched them all intently, while the demon chefs were already preparing themselves, the ominous sound of their knives grinding filling the air.

Perhaps emboldened by youthful ignorance, as the Devil Bull's gaze swept across her, Li Huiyue boldly shouted, "Demon, you dare treat human lives as worthless!"

Hearing this shrill rebuke, the Devil Bull let out a maniacal laugh, seemingly delighted.

"Oh? A woman dressed as a man?

I wonder how raw breasts might taste!"

As soon as the words fell, the Devil Bull's body spun like a black whirlwind, and a brutal leg shadow slammed down like a storm!

In an instant, his leg swept horizontally like a mountain crashing down. Zhao Deshan quickly formed a seal with one hand and threw a talisman with the other. With a loud explosion, a thunderous flash appeared, striking the leg shadow and slightly reducing its momentum. But the leg still smashed viciously through Zhao Deshan's golden light barrier.

The golden light shattered, and the residual force struck Zhao Deshan directly. He staggered back several steps, a sweetness in his throat causing a mouthful of blood to spurt forth.

Without even wiping the blood away, Zhao Deshan urgently shouted, "Form the array!"

Only then did the disciples snap out of their shock, hastily raising their swords to form the array. Rippling halos spread outward, forming concentric circles. The further outward they extended, the finer and more fragmented they became. Faint, indistinct shrieks could be heard. Longevity Palace's foundation rested in the Shenxiao Thunder Method, and these fragmented glimmers were lightning manifestations.

Apart from the Devil Bull, Hu San and two demon chefs remained awake in the battlefield. Seeing the Taoists forming the array to threaten their master, the three demons each grabbed their weapons and charged forward with a roar.

"Die!"

The leaders of the array, including Li Huiyue, refused to let them break formation. Sword tips jabbed rapidly as they chanted incantations:

"By decree of the Nine Heavens Mystical Thunders."

Three thunderbolts, each as thick as a little finger, suddenly struck out, directly hitting the demon ghosts. Their forms cracked under the lightning and collapsed headfirst onto the ground.

The Devil Bull's eyes flashed with ferocity.

"Damn bastards! Killing my chefs!"

Seizing on the Devil Bull's moment of distraction, Zhao Deshan recited an incantation and swung his sword at the Bull's neck. The latter turned around with a cold sneer, slapping out with a palm. In an instant, darkness enveloped the scene. Though his Peach Wood Sword struck the Bull's palm dead-center, it was like striking solid iron—it barely left a mark.

Before Zhao Deshan could pull his sword back, another claw swept toward his ribs. Although he dodged swiftly, the sharp talons still tore open a layer of flesh, exposing stark white bone as he fell to the ground.

"Uncle-Master!"

The Taoists cried out in alarm, pointing their swords in unison as currents of electricity shot toward the Devil Bull.

The Devil Bull sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the lightning, which struck the inn's beam instead. With a rumbling crash, part of the inn collapsed, dust and smoke filling the air like mist. From within the haze, a figure emerged—the Devil Bull twisted his waist and back like a coiling dragon, swinging another palm toward the Shenxiao Formation!

Lightning clashed against flesh with a sizzling sound, slicing open one bloody gash after another. Yet, undaunted, the Devil Bull slammed his palm down, shattering the Shenxiao Formation.

Blood streamed from the ears, eyes, and noses of the Taoists, who were scattered under the pressure of the collapsed formation.

Towering over them, the Devil Bull's gaze was venomous and cruel as he looked down at the Taoists.

Just as he prepared to step forward, Zhao Deshan abruptly stood up, positioning himself between the Devil Bull and the disciples.

The Devil Bull cackled wildly, "An ant trying to shake a tree!"

Before the words finished,

the Devil Bull lunged forward, knees bent slightly, ripples of air swirling from him. A gust of wind followed as his palm struck Zhao Deshan with ferocity!

It fell like a mountain collapsing!

A single sword resisted it, holding up against the descending mountain.

Zhao Deshan strained to hold on, blood pouring from his seven orifices, his eyes bulging as his veins burst.

He roared,

"Run!"

Li Huiyue and the others hesitated, standing pale and motionless, unwilling to leave but trembling nonetheless.

"Uncle-Master!"

They fled, leaving Zhao Deshan behind—how could he survive this?

Under the mountain-like pressure, Zhao Deshan's organs were collapsing, blood endlessly gushing from his mouth. Struggling against the crushing weight, he managed to utter in a hoarse, broken voice:

"Fools! When you ascend as Sword Immortals someday, avenge your uncle-master!"

The disciples of Longevity Palace snapped out of their daze, fleeing in panic. Watching his prey escape, the Devil Bull flew into a rage, stacking another palm strike. The overwhelming force bent Zhao Deshan's body like brittle wood. Blood filled his eyes, yet his waist remained upright despite the encroaching death. In his final moments, he shouted, "Rise!"

The mountain-like force was lifted a full inch.

The ant truly shook the tree.

The Devil Bull's hair and beard flared in thunderous fury, his throat erupting in incoherent roars as his palm pushed down once more.

Zhao Deshan tried to resist, yet the Peach Wood Sword that had accompanied him for decades sprouted curling cracks. In a flash, it fractured completely, shattering with a piercing sound.