Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 932: Slaying the Demon (Part 1)

"Demon," originating from beyond the heavens, can only avoid rejection by this world by possessing humans.

Demons are cunning, ferocious, relishing in bloodsucking, flesh-eating, and soul-devouring—considering the human race as nourishment, they are impossible to exterminate and difficult to root out!

The above is the basic definition of "Demon" by the human race, who both fear and dread demons, but very few have truly seen one.

Because most who have seen them are dead!

Wang Chen’s time in the Cangqing Domain had not been short, but today was undeniably his first encounter with the archenemy of the human race.

Facing the fierce attack from Zhang Shitou, Wang Chen stood still, then suddenly swung his Goose-quill Saber at the latter’s head.

The saber strike was simple and direct, without any frivolous embellishments, yet its speed was like thunder and lightning, suddenly bursting forth a dazzling cold gleam, enveloping the half-demonized Zhang Shitou within!

"Phut!"

The next moment, both Wang Chen and Zhang Shitou were sent flying backward.

They separated immediately upon contact.

Wang Chen steadied himself and looked down at his chest.

The flying fish suit he was wearing had been slashed open with three long gashes, extending from the left shoulder down to the lower abdomen, revealing the Inner Armor underneath.

Quite impressive!

A longer weapon has its advantages. Even though the opponent had struck first, Wang Chen’s timing for the counterattack was perfect, and he managed to repel Zhang Shitou with the superiority of his weapon.

Yet, he was still slashed by the other’s claws.

Wang Chen suspected that the demon possessing Zhang Shitou was not a low-tier Bloodsucking Ghoul, but a being of a higher tier!

Of course, even without the protection of the Inner Armor, Zhang Shitou’s hooked claws would have been unable to injure Wang Chen, since his body was covered by an invisible layer of Evil Qi, whose defensive strength far surpassed that of the thin soft armor.

The reason a fifth-tier Martial Ancestor is qualified to establish a sect is precisely because of the ability to externalize internal energy, far exceeding a fourth-tier Martial General in both defense and offense.

Looking at Zhang Shitou, the damage was quite horrifying!

Half of Zhang Shitou’s face had been severely slashed open, the wound extending from the jaw to the chest and abdomen, with skin and flesh peeled open on both sides, revealing ghastly white bones and writhing internal organs.

What was bizarre was that despite such a severe injury, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

Not only that, but Zhang Shitou’s wounds were healing at a visible rate, the self-healing capability so strong it was astonishing and almost unbelievable!

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Zhang Shitou stuck out his tongue to lick his split lips, his throat emitting a hoarse voice, "I believe your flesh will be delicious, I shall savor it slowly, for at least three days!"

This demon-possessed being laughed viciously, his eyes fixated on Wang Chen flickering with an eerie red light, his words as if coming from the abyss, carrying an indescribable sinister aura.

Wang Chen laughed.

He suddenly sheathed his saber, turned around, and grasped a flintlock pistol in his right hand, savagely pulling the trigger.

The mechanism moved the hammer, which struck the flint against the frizzen, and the resulting sparks instantly ignited the gunpowder within, causing the rapidly expanding gases to propel the bullet lodged in the barrel outwards.

Just five paces ahead, a ghostly figure had just dashed forward.

It was an assassin from the Hidden Dragon Hall!

Before the masked figure in black could thrust the dagger he tightly held, a bullet the size of a thumb instantly hit his forehead.

"Phut!"

The forehead of this powerful assassin burst open with a spray of blood, followed by a profuse outpouring of brains from the back of his head.

His body shook, his eyes expressing an incredulous and unwilling look.

He then fell backward!

"Hu!"

Wang Chen blew away the smoke billowing from the muzzle, unruffled as he turned back to face Zhang Shitou again.

From the moment he spun around to fire to ending his foe, it was all over in the blink of an eye.

This wasn’t Wang Chen’s first time using a self-made flintlock pistol, but it was the first time he had used it in a real battle, and the result was the instant kill of a fourth-tier Martial General from Hidden Dragon Hall.

Wang Chen knew very well that such a victory had a considerable element of luck.

Firstly, no one in this world had seen a flintlock gun apart from him, so naturally, they had no way to guard against such a weapon.

Secondly, this assassin, thinking he was undetectable by the gods and invisible to the ghosts, had snuck up behind him in an attempt to launch a surprise attack—he deserved to become the first soul to fall to the gun after getting hit with an enhanced bullet at close range!

But the fact proved that the firearms Wang Chen made were lethal to martial artists below the fifth tier!

Zhang Shitou’s reaction was odd; he did not take the opportunity to attack Wang Chen but instead retreated two steps, raising his arms in front of him and hissing, "What kind of hidden weapon is that?"

"This is called a firearm."

Wang Chen smiled slightly as the flintlock pistol in his hand suddenly "switched" into a flintlock rifle, aiming abruptly to the right.

Bang!

He pulled the trigger again.

Being self-made firearms, the rifle had a much greater range and killing power than the pistol, and almost at the same moment as the gunshot, a figure flashed through the nearby forest.

Wang Chen’s hands trembled, switching to a second flintlock rifle.

It was also loaded with ammunition.

Although flintlock firearms had powerful lethality, their downside was also extremely obvious—the speed at which they could be reloaded with ammunition was slow.

To ensure continuous firepower, Wang Chen had preloaded all five flintlock rifles and pistols and stored them in his spatial storage to be used during battle.

This was his unique combat skill!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three consecutive gunshots rang out, and another assassin from Hidden Dragon Hall revealed himself in the woods.

He staggered for a few steps before falling face-first onto the ground.

This assassin had bowl-sized exit wounds in his right chest, lower abdomen, and left thigh; not even the gods could save him now. The fact that he managed to hang on this long was impressive enough.

Wang Chen put away the rifle in his hand, without switching to the last one.

Oddly, during his continuous firing, Zhang Shitou had been watching without launching an attack.

It was not until the assassin was dead that the fiend spoke, "I remember a bit now, I’ve seen a similar weapon, but not in this world— which world was it?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes revealing a thoughtful and puzzled look.

The next moment, however, Zhang Shitou’s expression became fiercely sinister as he roared, "Die!"

His arms opened wide, and his body swelled dramatically, his clothes, including his skin, burst open from the strain.

An ugly, dark red monster burst forth, its long spines on its back standing erect as it opened its maw and spewed out a foul, bloody mist towards Wang Chen.

At the same time, it snapped its arms together, bending forward, with the black spines on its back all pointing towards Wang Chen.

Instantly fired!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

These shot-out spines, comparable to sharp arrows, covered a vast expanse and reached in front of Wang Chen in the blink of an eye.

However, at this moment, specks of silver light suddenly exploded in front of Wang Chen.

The clang and clatter of metal rang out incessantly as the incoming spines were all deflected and shattered!

In Wang Chen’s hands was suddenly a long spear.

Qiling Spear!