The staff comes!
With a single command, "Staff, come!" the staff arrived!
Feng Lin's shout tore through the millennia-old demon illusion as a massive iron staff, thick as a heavenly pillar, forced its way in. The sky shattered, and the earth quaked.
The iron staff shrank in the wind, gradually becoming a three-meter-long rod that obediently fell into Feng Lin's hand. It was perfectly round and pitch-black, with eight characters clearly inscribed on it: "The tool has no fixed form; only the mind's energy matters!"
Holding the iron staff, Feng Lin's entire demeanor transformed. Though his frame seemed frail, he stood as majestic and vast as a towering mountain—unmoving as a peak, suppressing the mortal world, like a god or a demon.
Gazing at the tidal wave of demonic armies, he let out a cold sneer. With a leap, he didn't retreat but advanced, plunging into the demon horde and slaughtering wildly.
The demons were as vast as the sea, and Feng Lin's figure vanished among them. The iron staff spun into a whirlwind, sweeping through and shattering demons into dust wherever it struck.
Wherever he stood became a bloody millstone, grinding forward relentlessly. Any demon that fell into its path vanished in an instant.
The iron staff weighed as heavily as Mount Tai. Feng Lin, alone, brazenly faced thousands of troops, routing the demon army, sending them fleeing in panic and chaos.
Seeing his overwhelming ferocity, Fūma Tarō's face was filled with terror. "All together! Kill him!"
The remaining Japanese, watching the godlike, demonic figure cut through the demon ranks seven times over, unstoppable and peerless, trembled in fear and dared not take a single step forward.
*Pfft!*
A Japanese man screamed in agony as his body was sliced in half at the waist. Fūma Tarō, wielding his demon blade like a vengeful ghost, snarled viciously, "Refuse, and you die!"
Faced with the threat of death, these Japanese gritted their teeth and finally struck, each using their own methods.
Some lurked in the shadows like ninjas, hurling kunai and shuriken; others, like samurai, gripped their swords with both hands and charged head-on; still others, like onmyōji, formed hand seals and unleashed various talismans and incantations...
In an instant, Feng Lin became the enemy of every demon and Japanese on the field. Countless attacks rained down on him like a meteor shower.
*Wooosh...*
The wind howled.
Feng Lin's iron staff spun, creating an impenetrable barrier that blocked all attacks, not a single one breaking through the staff's defense.
"Big! Big! Big!" he shouted, channeling his mental energy into the staff. It rapidly expanded into a massive pillar over a hundred meters long, sweeping across—breaking mountains, severing rivers—crushing anything in its path into rubble.
The Japanese couldn't dodge in time; a swath of them was knocked down, flattened into paste.
"Damn it!" Fūma Tarō's eyes turned bloodshot. These were the cultivation prodigies of Japan, precious assets, and every loss was a massive blow.
Enraged, demonic energy swirled around him, forming a tornado. He merged with his blade, striking in an instant.
*Demonic Wind Absolute Slash!*
His form turned into a gust of wind, unleashing a thousand slashes in a flash. The blades interwove into a spinning net of light; anyone caught in it would be diced into pieces.
"Change!" Feng Lin tilted the staff arrogantly, sneering coldly. He flicked his wrist, and the iron staff flew from his hand, instantly splitting into countless copies. The sky filled with staff shadows, clashing endlessly with the blade light.
The void rang out with a continuous *ding-ding-dong-dong*.
Blade light and staff shadows dissipated together.
"Grow for me, Old Sun! Grow! Grow! Grow!" Feng Lin gripped the staff, roaring in fury. The iron staff expanded again in his hands, and he swung it in a circle, sweeping across a wide area.
Demons were blasted apart, crushed to dust. A conspicuous empty gap appeared in the massive army. Fūma Tarō was sent flying, crashing deep into the earth, stuck and struggling to free himself.
Feng Lin grew more exhilarated with each strike, his movements fiercer. His form flickered as he unleashed the staff technique, reaching a sublime peak. It multiplied into thousands, containing infinite mysteries, sweeping through armies like rolling up a mat.
In an instant, the sky was filled with staff shadows. Wherever the iron staff swept, everything turned to dust.
"This man's surname is Sun?" Fūma Tarō crawled out of the ground with difficulty, cracks spreading across his metallic shell, his face full of shock.
Was this man Chinese? And his surname was Sun!
How did he get into Japan's mythical secret realm?
How could such a terrifying cultivator exist on Earth?
...
He couldn't comprehend it, only staring blankly as Feng Lin rampaged across the field, turning the demon illusion upside down. The iron staff changed at will, and even the tens of thousands of demon troops couldn't hold out. The fear of death overwhelmed everything, and they scattered in all directions, fleeing as far as possible from this calamity.
In an instant, Feng Lin stood alone in an empty space, iron staff in hand, laughing heartily, filled with exhilaration and boldness.
Fūma Tarō's pupils shrank as he stared at the iron staff in Feng Lin's hand. The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed. Aside from the size, its shape was unmistakably their Japanese Divine Pillar!
This man had actually refined this artifact?
Didn't that mean Japan's land would lose its pillar support and slide into the ocean trench?
...
At that thought, his face twisted into a vicious snarl.
The Japanese Divine Pillar was the lifeblood of Japan. If the land slid into the ocean trench, where would countless Japanese go?
With the survival of the entire Japanese race at stake, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he began to fight with everything he had!
Fūma Tarō clenched his teeth, suddenly leaping high, channeling all his power into the demon blade.
The blade took on an ominous blood-red hue, radiating a killing aura of unspeakable terror, carrying the intent to annihilate all life.
He merged with the blade, soaring into the air, and unleashed his ultimate technique: *Gale One Flash!*
The blade light fell, extinguishing all vitality.
But Feng Lin was unimpressed. He lifted his eyelids and said, "Get lost, Old Sun!"
"Grow! Grow! Grow!..." He poured his mental energy into the iron staff. The rod rapidly expanded, rooted in the earth, rising like a heavenly pillar straight into the sky, crashing forward with immense force.
What?
Before Fūma Tarō's blade light could land, he was sent flying by the massive iron staff.
*Crack!*
His face changed drastically as he saw the demon sword in his hand covered in cracks, on the verge of shattering into pieces.
"This world is too small! It's suffocating Old Sun!" Feng Lin's golden eyes gleamed with contempt. Ignoring the defeated army, still unsatisfied with the fight, he looked up at the sky, gripped the iron staff with both hands, and shot upward. His body arched, staff in hand, and he slammed all his power into the void!
*Pop!*
Under the staff's tip, a sound like breaking glass rippled outward. Space shattered piece by piece, revealing a black hole. Endless dark water poured down from it, flooding the entire mythical secret realm as countless demons fled in panic.
Feng Lin didn't spare another glance. He flipped into a somersault, transforming into a golden light that vanished from the cramped world.
"Old Sun is out again! Hahaha..."
Why "again"?
The golden monkey raised his thousand-pound staff...
Clearing the endless dust from the jade universe!