Eight Aspects Slay a Demigod

Xiao Chen was audacious beyond measure. With several demigods watching, he dared to eliminate the two young women of the Tiger Clan. It was no bluff; he truly intended to pull teeth from a tiger's mouth—and he had already achieved initial results. The Lingxi Sword Ripple vibrated in succession, shattering one of the glamorous woman's arms. Now he charged toward the ice-cold woman.

Below, the crowd of onlookers erupted into shouts, many voicing their discontent over the Tiger Clan's long-standing tyranny. They cheered Xiao Chen on.

Xiao Chen moved like a fleeting shadow, instantly arriving before the ice-cold woman. He struck with all his might, the God-Slaying Hand descending like a great sword. The sky seemed to split as sword peaks and blade mountains collided, sending blinding white energy waves in all directions, intermingled with countless tiny swords and blades.

Nothing could block it. Nothing could resist it.

Many gasped. Such force would not necessarily lose against a true demigod!

The four Tiger Clan demigods could not outpace Xiao Chen. They had already gathered around the glamorous woman and could not reach the icy beauty before him.

To many, it seemed certain that this peerless cold beauty would die.

But things always took unexpected turns. Just as Xiao Chen believed she would fall, a surge of energy fluctuation came. The icy beauty unfurled a spatial scroll at the critical moment, tearing open a spatial passage and vanishing without a trace.

The towering merged sword-blade shattered the void, crumbling the spatial passage, but ultimately failed to take her life—she had escaped.

Everyone cried out in shock. Spatial scrolls were the most extravagant luxury; ordinary flight or attack scrolls could not compare. They cost tens of thousands of gold coins—heavenly-priced treasures.

That the icy beauty possessed a spatial scroll meant she was an important figure of the Tiger Clan; otherwise, she could not casually consume such an expensive treasure.

Xiao Chen's strike missed. He quickly fled, leaving the two furious Tiger demigods grasping air, their furious roars echoing through the sky.

Standing alone in the distant sky, Xiao Chen faced four Tiger demigods with no intention of fleeing. He silently pointed at the glamorous woman they shielded, then made a throat-slashing motion.

This posture enraged the four demigods. A junior dared to act so insolently before them! Truly hateful!

Two demigods charged forward, tearing the void, striking at Xiao Chen.

But the Eight Aspect Worlds divine power represented the ultimate speed. They could not catch him. Xiao Chen left afterimages like smoke, vanishing before their eyes in an instant.

"Shameless junior! If you are a man, do not flee. Fight us head-on and settle life and death!" one demigod bellowed in fury.

Xiao Chen's cold laugh came from the distant sky: "Senile old fool lacking brains and wisdom. If you have the spine, stick your neck out and wait for my blade. Then we can settle life and death so cleanly."

The crowd below burst into laughter. Xiao Chen's retort had logic: the Tiger Clan had already bullied the young with the old, deploying four demigods at once. Expecting a frontal fight was unreasonable.

Two demigods shielded the one-armed woman, while the other two split to flank Xiao Chen, flying swiftly through the sky.

Xiao Chen sneered, indifferent. He waited for their futile efforts, then fled at the crucial moment. The two demigods, enraged and humiliated—veteran experts unable to do anything to a junior—fumed.

One demigod stood in the sky in fury, no longer pursuing, merely scanning coldly. And at that moment, a figure materialized behind him, and a massive kitchen cleaver descended silently.

The Tiger demigod was horrified. At that instant, he felt the bone-chilling killing intent behind him, the razor-sharp blade already touching his back.

But he was a demigod after all. Even ambushed at such close range, he reacted in time, fleeing like the wind.

"Puff!"

Blood splattered. The cleaver opened a gash on his back, then hacked deeply into his rear. The cold light shone, and the materialized blade energy blasted through flesh, revealing white bone.

This was humiliation. The Tiger demigod roared, fleeing the area. At least two pounds of flesh had been carved from his backside! Everyone was stunned, then instantly burst into laughter. The assailant was merciless—why target that spot? And he had succeeded, inflicting heavy damage.

The figure materialized, wreathed in dense deathly aura, completely shrouded in black mist. His killing intent was nearly tangible, soaring to the heavens.

In his hand, he carried a giant cleaver the size of half a door panel. His eyes shot out cold light like ten-thousand-year-old glaciers.

The deathly aura and icy killing intent were inseparable, nearly materialized. The black mist was the manifestation of death and murderous rage.

This was an assassin among assassins. Such deathly presence and soaring killing intent could only be condensed through endless life-or-death trials.

The words "Bounty Three Billion" surfaced in everyone's mind. Legend had it that this organization had been locked in mutual slaughter with the Tiger Clan since ancient times.

The assassin high in the sky was surely a terrifying figure.

Xiao Chen's heart stirred. He sensed that the figure in the black mist was Jin Sanyi. He hadn't expected this side of him—this so-called "sunlight assassin," usually utterly lecherous, was unrecognizable from this cold, murderous avatar.

Perhaps this was his true nature. After all, he was an assassin, one who sought to surpass his ancestors.

Though Jin Sanyi was at the Spirit-Treasury realm, stealth was his greatest skill. His invisibility was pushed to the extreme, and ambushing a demigod in broad daylight proved his terror.

From the distant sky, two tender little girls, Linglong and Tùtù, murmured softly: "Creepy uncle..." "Perverted uncle..."

The ambushed Tiger demigod wished he could slap himself to death. His rear was mangled—such shame made him want to take his own life.

"I'll split you apart!"

He bellowed and charged forward.

Jin Sanyi's gaze was cold and murderous, like sharp blades sweeping over the Tiger demigod. Then he vanished without a trace.

"What is stealth to me? Come out!" The enraged Tiger demigod opened his celestial eye, twin beams of divine light shooting from his eyes, scanning the sky for Jin Sanyi.

When he found him, Jin Sanyi was already disappearing into the distance.

Jin Sanyi was very calm. He could not face a demigod head-on—one strike, then retreat far, no further entanglement.

"Hahaha..."

Laughter erupted below.

The other three Tiger demigods also flushed with anger. This was too humiliating.

At that moment, Xiao Chen acted again. His target was not the glamorous woman, but the wounded demigod. Like a brilliant morning glow, he closed in instantly. The Fearless Lion Seal struck wide and forceful, manifesting a golden lion king that roared to the heavens, charging at the demigod.

"Bold!" the demigod raged, not pleased but furious. His rear still smarting, he saw Xiao Chen's proactive attack as naked contempt.

A white tiger of condensed energy emerged, pouncing on the golden lion. The two beasts collided and shattered, cracking a wide swath of the void. Xiao Chen struck with the Lingxi Sword Ripple, its destructive arc sweeping toward the demigod. The wave-like, terrifying sword momentum carried immense killing power, and the demigod had to strike hard to shatter it.

After all, his cultivation could not match Xiao Chen's; only by matching divine powers could he hope to win. Eight illusory worlds materialized around Xiao Chen, rotating as if grinding, madly closing in on the demigod.

Eight overlapping spaces—the Eight Aspects turned: Heaven, Earth, Water, Fire, Thunder, Mountain, Wind, Swamp all moved in unison.

In the end, the Tiger demigod was drawn into the Swamp aspect, as if mired in a bog, unable to break free. The Heaven and Earth aspects pressed in, tearing out spatial forces to crush him.

Now that Xiao Chen had advanced to the Seventh Heaven of the Spirit-Treasury realm, his power was far greater than when he fought Chu Xingkuang. The Eight Aspect Worlds' might had greatly increased, and its power was unfathomable.

The Tiger demigod felt immense pressure, his bones creaking under the spatial tearing.

All below were horrified: a Spirit-Treasury practitioner's divine power had briefly trapped a demigod!

The Ten Great Experts of the Roman Empire stared without blinking, not wanting to miss a single detail, trying to understand the Eight Aspect Worlds thoroughly.

The Swamp trapped him, the Heaven and Earth aspects tore with spatial force. Then the Water, Fire, Thunder, Mountain, and Wind aspects moved together, sealing the Tiger demigod. Mountain collapsed his form, Thunder shattered his shape, Water dissolved his substance, Fire extinguished his spirit, Wind dissipated his soul.

Though the Tiger demigod's realm was higher, under this terrifying divine attack, he suffered bitterly. The Eight Aspects rotated as if eight worlds were tearing him apart. His body seemed ready to collapse at any moment, every inch of skin oozing blood. The grinding bones threatened to shatter.

Worst of all, his wounded rear bore the brunt of the assault. Under the successive impacts of Water, Fire, Thunder, Mountain, Wind, Heaven, Earth, and Swamp, his condition worsened—blood flowed, flesh blurred, ready to pulp.

If he were crippled, so be it, but if he started collapsing from the rear, the Tiger demigod felt he might as well commit suicide. He could not bear that shame.

"Puff!"

Blood burst, blood mist scattered. The Tiger demigod indeed suffered another blow. A second 'flower' bloomed from his rear, a pound of flesh turning into mud, bursting within the Eight Aspect Worlds.

"Aooo..." The Tiger demigod, whether from pain or rage, let out a sound like wolf howls and tiger roars, shaking the sky.

All this happened in an instant. The crowd saw eight illusory worlds rotating in the sky, then blood burst, and the Tiger demigod screamed.

The other three demigods were shocked. Two of them transformed into beams of light and charged, trying to rescue their comrade and destroy Xiao Chen.

Below, the crowd stirred with excitement. That terrifying divine power had actually trapped a demigod and wounded him. Everyone was astonished.

"Handsome brother... be careful!" the two cherry-lipped little girls in the distance kindly reminded.

The two demigods arrived in an instant. Xiao Chen was forced to release the trapped one. Spreading the Eight Aspects, he stepped into starlight, breaking the encirclement, and stood coldly watching from a distance.

"Kill..." The rescued demigod was nearly insane, his rear completely ruined, utterly disgraced before so many. He was the first to pursue Xiao Chen. The other two also began to flank.

The crowd murmured, marveling at the terror of the Eight Aspect Worlds, which had made a demigod suffer so. It was a perversely powerful divine art!

All of this was thanks to Jin Sanyi's lecherous strike. If he hadn't ambushed this demigod first, even trapped in Xiao Chen's Eight Aspects, he wouldn't have suffered so miserably.

Xiao Chen seemed to be in trouble. Three demigods had sealed him in a patch of sky. He charged several times but could not escape.

"Kill..." The three Tiger veterans had now completely ignored the words of Third Princess Yinying of Great Shang. Even if someone came to stop them now, they would not relent. They had finally trapped Xiao Chen; they could not miss this chance.

Three enormous white tigers materialized, joining the three men to surround Xiao Chen, sealing all four directions.

In the distance, the fourth demigod roared. Seeing Xiao Chen trapped, he too charged in an instant, wanting to completely destroy this menace.

But as he charged, Xiao Chen launched like a meteor. One step and he was free, using his ultimate speed to rush toward the glamorous woman.

"Son of a bitch!" The newly arrived demigod cursed without restraint, knowing he had been tricked. This was a classic decoy.

Four demigods pursued Xiao Chen. But how could they match the Eight Aspect Worlds, the ultimate speed under heaven?

Xiao Chen smiled coldly, raising his hand high over the one-armed glamorous woman.

The Collapse Hand!

His palm traced a mysterious trajectory. The sky shattered like fine porcelain, crisscrossed with cracks like a spider's web.

Spreading! Spreading! The cracks spread!

The glamorous woman struggled desperately, but in horror, she found herself unable to resist the crumbling space. Her legs and remaining arm lost sensation in an instant, splitting apart, crumbling in the sky.

Finally, with a "bang," her torso burst, blood soaring to the heavens.

Xiao Chen flashed past, not pausing beside her for even a moment. He fled far into the distance.

When the four Tiger demigods arrived, only a terrified head floated in the shattered sky, blood dripping down.

"No..." the four demigods cried out.

"Puff!"

The beautiful, terrified head burst beside them, red blood and white brain matter splattering.

Silence fell over the practice field below, then erupted into an uproar.

Xiao Chen had killed the one they were protecting right under the noses of four demigods. Truly domineering—even demigods could not stop him.

"Killed well! It's time someone dealt with the Tiger Clan!"

"Good! It should be done—kill when necessary!"

"Cruel! What a beautiful woman, gone like that..."

From the distant sky, Xiao Chen made a throat-slashing motion toward the wounded Tiger demigod, then fled far away.

The four Tiger demigods said nothing, pursuing him. But how could they catch him? This time, Xiao Chen truly wanted to leave. He wasn't reckless enough to think he could overpower four Tiger demigods. Today, killing two young Tiger experts was enough.

But then, someone changed his mind. In an instant, the sky filled with murderous intent. An utterly lecherous strike—like a brilliant rainbow—slashed down fiercely on the wounded Tiger demigod's rear.

Too sudden! Though the Tiger demigod tried desperately to dodge and block, divine light soaring, another two pounds of flesh turned to mud, bursting in the sky. This time, his entire lower body lost feeling, effectively crippling him.

Ear-piercing screams of agony soared, filled with fury and shame. The other three Tiger demigods were stunned. What was wrong with their man today? Why was misfortune striking repeatedly?

In that instant, they abandoned Xiao Chen and surged toward the assassin shrouded in black mist who could become invisible.

A white light flashed. Jin Sanyi, gripping his giant cleaver, leaped onto a little white donkey and fled like the wind. The donkey's speed was inconceivably fast; even the Tiger demigods could not catch up.

The crowd was dumbfounded. Who was this? Though his killing aura soared, wreathed in thick deathly mist, he was... too shameless—twice ambushing the same person's rear, so perverse everyone felt their own backsides go cold. Against such a foe, there was no fighting; covering one's rear was paramount, or you never knew when you'd be hit.

Shua!

Like a starlight under a brilliant night sky, Xiao Chen streaked across the sky, his speed pushed to the extreme, aiming straight for the wounded demigod ahead.

Jin Sanyi had changed his mind. If they didn't kill a demigod today, they would be letting down the lecherous man's two strikes.

The wounded demigod's speed was severely affected. Though he could still fly, his lower body was nearly numb and very clumsy. He was a distance behind the other three.

Xiao Chen's ultimate speed made the demigods gnash their teeth. They never expected him to return and dare to attack his own target.

The wounded demigod's face changed. Forgetting all dignity, he fled desperately. The other three also turned back.

Xiao Chen's speed was unmatched. Between the illusory worlds and the real world, he took a step—more terrifying than crossing space. The Eight Aspects rotated as if passing through eight layers of space in one go, arriving beside the wounded demigod in almost an instant.

"Looking to die, you little bastard!" The wounded demigod's expression twisted. He unleashed his divine art—Nebula Chains!

The ambient energy seemed summoned, condensing into enormous chains of power in the sky, lashing at Xiao Chen, shattering space as they passed.

"Yin-Yang Ten-Layered Seal!" Xiao Chen roared, throwing himself into it completely. He unleashed his strongest sealing technique, a Yin-Yang Taiji diagram manifesting to block the terrifying attacks around him.

At the same time, the eight illusory worlds began to turn, sweeping up the Nebula Chains and the wounded demigod together, fleeing into the distance.

The three demigods who had arrived were only a few steps behind, watching helplessly as Xiao Chen escaped.

Xiao Chen coughed up blood in great gulps. Though the Nebula Chains were suppressed within the Eight Aspect Worlds, they still tormented him; his five viscera felt turned upside down.

But he refused to give up. The Eight Aspects rotated, sealing the demigod, then Heaven, Earth, Mountain, Fire, Wind, Water, Swamp, Thunder—all eight aspects moved together, the power of eight worlds assaulting the wounded demigod.

This was a contest of divine powers!

Back then, the Sacred Beast Tournament in the Southern Wastes had profoundly moved Xiao Chen. Those beasts, all at the Spirit-Treasury realm, could nearly match demigods.

Now, he too possessed such unique and unparalleled divine power. He risked his life to fight, believing his peerless divine art could suppress his opponent—just as Keke had once swept aside that Tiger Clan demigod crone.

Indeed, Xiao Chen's judgment was correct. Apart from the initial shock that made him cough blood, he quickly seized the initiative.

Within the Eight Aspect Worlds, all spiritual energy of heaven and earth was sealed off, isolating the Tiger demigod's Nebula Chains from their source. They could not be replenished from outside and weakened rapidly.

Nebula Chains' power was draining!

The Tiger demigod was horrified, but could not break free, firmly imprisoned by the Eight Aspects' power.

One side ebbed, the other grew. He weakened while Xiao Chen grew stronger.

Though starting with heavy coughing of blood, Xiao Chen's foundation was unscathed. His first divine art was Forging Weapons into the Body, a body-tempering treasure technique that made his flesh so strong even divine weapons found it hard to harm. Once wounded, he quickly repaired himself, until his body was unharmed and fully restored.

The wounded demigod was terrified. He clearly felt the shift. The Eight Aspects rotated, and he endured unimaginable pounding, his body ready to collapse at any moment.

The three demigods were hot on his heels but could not catch up. Xiao Chen, with the wounded demigod sealed in the Eight Aspects, circled the entire practice field, leaving the three desperately frustrated.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The wounded Tiger demigod knew if this continued, he would die ignominiously. He spat three mouthfuls of his life essence, trying to tear an opening and break free.

But the Heaven and Earth aspects seemed to sense it. The moment his life essence appeared, they both rotated, madly absorbing the energy, making the eight worlds even clearer.

The Tiger demigod was shocked—his own life essence had become fuel for the Eight Aspects, as if feeding Xiao Chen's power.

"Ah..."

He screamed. Heaven, Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, Swamp, Thunder, Mountain—the Eight Aspects cycled. The destructive force pulverized his... rear.

The screams echoed from within the Eight Aspects. Blood soared, blood mist spread.

The Eight Aspects rotated as if eight ancient demon mountains had rolled over him. The demigod's rear and legs shattered and vanished inch by inch.

At this moment, the Tiger demigod hated not Xiao Chen but the assassin who ambushed him—the bastard who had delivered that utterly shameless strike.

He wanted to curse, but he couldn't spare the breath. The Eight Aspects cycled, eight worlds like eight paintings turning page by page. Each iteration crushed part of his soul; his body had long given way, beginning to collapse.

Below, the entire practice field was stunned. A demigod was about to perish.

Xiao Chen had trapped a demigod within the Eight Aspects, flying at ultimate speed through the sky while evading three other demigods—and in the process, he was about to slay a Sky-Mastery realm expert.

Terrifying divine art. Terrifying Eight Aspect Worlds.

"Release him..."

"Xiao Chen, we are willing to talk..."

The three demigods behind were frantic. Today, four demigods had acted, yet they had watched two young clan members die, and now another demigod was about to fall. The Tiger Clan's face would be utterly lost. Xiao Chen was, in front of all the world, delivering the most resounding slaps to the Central Plains Tiger Clan.

"Talk? I refuse. When you've all gathered, go talk in hell!"

Xiao Chen was unmoved. He shouted, "Eight Aspects, Unite!"

The Eight Aspect Worlds—eight illusory spaces—overlapped and merged in an instant, crushing all tangible forms, as if they could annihilate all living beings in the world.

The eight worlds united, reducing heaven and earth to nothingness. The Tiger demigod couldn't even scream; he watched his crumbling body break apart and vanish. Finally, his soul was shaken out, turned to ashes, utterly destroyed.

"Boom..."

The practice field collapsed into chaos, boiling over. A demigod had been slain by Xiao Chen. Everyone was stunned; many practitioners shouted.

Zhao Lin'er, leaning against the young Celestial Horse, her jade-like face full of disbelief. She knew Xiao Chen was strong, but she never imagined he could reach the point of killing a demigod. Was he now comparable to the future gods cultivated by the great religions through secret techniques? Those were figures nurtured at immense cost, yet Xiao Chen seemed to lack such fortune.

Yinying, the Third Princess of Great Shang, was also dumbfounded. She had originally planned to have a Great Shang demigod save Xiao Chen at the critical moment, to set up leverage for winning over the white little beast in the future. But now, the result was this.

Yan Qingcheng was lost in thought, feeling it all too dreamlike. This man was now so powerful, incomparable to what he had been.

Dugu Jianmo's iron sword trembled incessantly, as if about to fly from his hand at any moment. His battle intent soared.

Niu Ren shook his huge ox horns, grinning. He often sparred with Xiao Chen and knew him best.

The Ten Great Experts of Great Shang stared fixedly at Xiao Chen. This was definitely a terrifying enemy. The Descendant of Little Li Flying Dagger's fingertip blade-light flickered, showing solemnity for the first time. The Ten Great Experts of the Religious Alliance all stood up, gazing at the "united" world in the sky.

The practice field was in utter chaos!

The three remaining Tiger demigods were ashen-faced. A demigod of their clan had been slain by a junior, as if slapping them across the face.

Indeed, with this battle, Xiao Chen's name would shake the world. The Tiger Clan's demigod had become a stepping stone on his path. He had, before all the world, delivered the most resounding slaps to the Central Plains Tiger Clan.