Chapter 840: One Shot to Defeat the Enemy

In the arena, Su Che and Hao Gang stood thousands of feet apart, facing each other from afar. Among the spectators outside, aside from Ju Li, there were only a few Witch Tribe warriors who had just witnessed the struggle—no one else knew that the Lord of Commands was about to engage in a life-or-death duel with Great Witch Hao Gang.

Su Che said in a deep voice, “I’m giving you time to transform. Otherwise, you won’t last even one round.”

“Haha…”

Furious, Hao Gang laughed loudly and declared, “Lord of Commands, if you can force me to transform, then you’ve won!”

Ju Li also thought Su Che was far too arrogant. Even though he had seen his power amplified a hundredfold, it still couldn’t compare to Hao Gang’s. The reason was simple—only an Immortal Lord could defeat a Great Witch. Below that, it was impossible!

Claims like “you won’t last even one round if you don’t transform” weren’t just arrogant—they were downright ridiculous.

“Very well, this is your own doing.”

Su Che nodded lightly and then waved his hand casually.

Whoosh!

A slender black shadow shot toward Hao Gang in an unbelievably fast speed. Hao Gang, who hadn’t transformed nor even drawn his Witch Tribe battle axe, was shocked. He never expected such a fast attack weapon to exist in the world. Its speed was countless tens of thousands of times faster than lightning. Despite his vast combat experience as a Great Witch, he didn’t even have time to dodge or draw his axe to block—it was too fast. He could only raise his left arm to shield his chest.

At that moment, even as a spectator, Ju Li was slightly surprised by the terrifying speed of the weapon Su Che used. But he wasn’t worried about Hao Gang’s safety.

Hao Gang, who possessed the primordial power of metal, had the strongest defense among the Witch Tribe—of course, not counting the Witch Gods who had reached the pinnacle of Immortal Lord status. It could be said that almost no weapon in the world could pierce Hao Gang’s skin; only the power of an Immortal Lord could do so.

That was their habitual thinking. But the truth was…

Sssh!

The slender black shadow passed through Hao Gang’s left arm without any resistance, then through his chest, emerging from his back before vanishing abruptly.

Then, somehow, it returned to Su Che’s hand as if by teleportation. Only then did Ju Li and the others realize it was a spear less than ten feet long—a pure black spear.

Ju Li felt puzzled. It seemed like the spear had just pierced Hao Gang—was it an illusion?

Hao Gang himself was also stunned. That spear seemed to have pierced me just now—was it an illusion?

The few other Witch Clan warriors watching from the sidelines were also dazed, unable to see clearly what had happened. But this was merely a fleeting sense of shock; the next moment, Haogang felt an incredibly eerie destructive force suddenly forming within his body, immediately beginning to wreak havoc. “This is…” Haogang’s expression changed drastically as he looked down at the piercing wound on his forearm and then at the large hole in his chest. Juli also showed a look of terror and was completely stunned. “I told you, this won’t work—you won’t last even one round,” Su Che said softly. “In ten breaths, I’ll launch a second attack and give you one more chance. Hurry up and transform.” “Ah!” Haogang couldn’t care less whether his words were mocking; he even forgot his own earlier statement that “if you can force me to transform, then you win.” With a thunderous roar, he began to transform. As a top-tier Great Witch, his transformation ability could reach over 6,000 zhang, roughly on par with Tianyin’s. Su Che didn’t take this opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Holding his long spear, he stood motionless, keeping his promise to give him enough time to reach his strongest state. In less than three breaths, Haogang transformed into a towering Witch Clan giant, his height of over 6,000 zhang temporarily suppressing the destructive force within him. Or rather, his enormous size meant the destructive force wasn’t strong enough to cause serious harm to him in such a short time. “Su Che!” Haogang summoned a short-handled battle axe over 4,000 zhang long, his entire body enveloped in intense golden primordial energy, like layers of dark golden flames surrounding him. This layer of golden primordial energy was considered the strongest defensive force in the world—virtually no immortal artifacts could penetrate it. The Witch Clan battle axe in his hand also condensed formidable primordial power, amplifying the indestructible nature of Witch Clan weapons to their extreme. Below the Immortal Lords, no one could withstand Haogang’s fierce slashes head-on. Su Che knew he couldn’t either—he definitely wouldn’t be able to withstand his attacks. But he hadn’t intended to give him a chance to attack in the first place. Roar! With a roar, Haogang stomped his right foot hard. With a thunderous crash, the earth split open, and massive cracks, spiderweb-like and unfathomably deep, spreading outward from him, stretching for hundreds of thousands of zhang. This was the precursor to his attack. “Are you ready?” Su Che hadn’t transformed; he remained at his normal human height, flying high into the sky, and said to him, “If you can block this strike, then you win.”

Before Haogang could rush forward, Su Che raised his hand again.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish…
In an instant, countless slender black shadows appeared in the arena, like thousands of black spears shooting at Haogang.
At an extremely fast speed, there was no way to dodge them.
Haogang didn’t even think about dodging. Faced with such an absurd attack speed, the only option was to push his defensive strength to its limit, endure these blows, and charge forward to deal a blow to Su Che.
Haogang was confident that his own defenses could withstand those attacks, while Su Che wouldn’t be able to endure even a single one.
Just one axe swing could end Su Che’s life.
Years of combat experience gave Haogang almost blind confidence: “Below the Immortal Lords, I am invincible!”
Hiss… hiss… hiss…
Thousands of black shadows converged on him, like countless tiny embroidery needles piercing an ancient elephant. Normally, they shouldn’t be able to cause any harm to this elephant—not even penetrate its fur.
Swish!
Finally, the thousands of shadows condensed into a spear, instantly returning to Su Che’s hands.
Looking at Haogang, this elephant that crushed the earth, he stood frozen halfway through his charge, still holding his battle axe in a slashing position, like a statue standing tall in the air.
Su Che retracted the spear into Immortal Prison. His gaze swept across tens of thousands of feet, fixing on the mighty figure outside the arena, and he said, “Great Shaman, if you’re interested, you can join in and fight against me.”
As soon as these words were spoken, there was a loud crash—the giant statue representing Haogang suddenly collapsed, lying on the ground and forming a mound thousands of feet high.
This wasn’t an illusion; Haogang’s shamanic body had been destroyed, his flesh turning into soil and stone, returning to the embrace of the earth.
It made sense for the Shaman tribe to call themselves children of the earth. Their transformation ability seemed to stem from the earth beneath their feet.
“Haogang!”
With a mournful cry, the Great Shaman transformed into a figure hundreds of feet tall, took big steps, and rushed into the center of the arena with a rumbling sound.
But instead of attacking Su Che, he rushed to the mound, pushed aside the soil and stone, and dug out Haogang, who was only about dozens of feet tall and barely alive.
The destructive power of the Chaos Demon-Slaying Spear had destroyed Haogang’s shamanic body but still hadn’t taken his life directly. Of course, this was also because Su Che had held back, not wanting to go too far.

After all, this is the Witch Clan’s stronghold; after all, the ultimate stance of the Witch God is still uncertain; after all, behind Haogang, there are individuals, even several, whose strength is no less than that of an Immortal Lord… There are already few Great Witches in the Witch Clan, and killing any one of them is no small matter. One must leave some leeway and not go too far. Haogang’s vital energy has been severely damaged; it’s likely he won’t be able to regain his status as a Great Witch for hundreds of thousands of years. But as long as he’s not dead, it’s fine—compared to the endless lifespan of a Great Witch, it’s like an ordinary person getting beaten and needing to rest in bed for a month or so—it’s nothing serious. Forcing him to lie in bed for hundreds of thousands of years is the punishment Su Che has imposed. After all, these two always play dirty tricks behind the scenes, keeping Tianyin busy with trivial matters all the time. “Su Che, you’ve gone too far!” Ju Li, holding Haogang like a baby, roared in anger, “How dare you destroy his status as a Great Witch?” “Too far?” Su Che replied coldly, “You should be able to see that I fully have the ability to kill him. Doing this is already showing mercy. As for you, Great Witch Ju Li, if you refuse to be grateful, I’m not averse to turning you into the same state as him to vent my anger.” Whoosh! At the last word, the Demon-Slaying Spear reappeared in his hand. Ju Li’s expression changed drastically, and he lost his voice. Having witnessed Su Che’s ferocity firsthand, he no longer had the courage to confront him in battle. For someone like him who could defeat top-tier Great Witches in an instant, even an Immortal Lord’s attack power was nothing special. At this moment, Ju Li even began to suspect that Su Che might have already reached the level of an Immortal Lord—a vicious wolf disguised as a sheep, deliberately hiding his true strength just to find an excuse to punish him and Haogang. Ju Li also understood that by “venting my anger,” Su Che meant the conflicts he and Haogang had deliberately caused within the clan over the years, causing Tianyin much trouble and distress. “Our lord, the affairs of the Witch Clan are not as simple as you think.” With no other choice, Ju Li had to lower his stance and speak solemnly, “Haogang and I have no ill will toward Tianyin. In fact, for countless years, we’ve treated her like our own sister. It’s only in recent millennia, for the sake of the entire Witch Clan, that we had no choice but to… but we never truly intended to harm her.” He couldn’t say more openly, but he knew Su Che would surely guess. “I know.”

Su Che nodded and said, “That’s why I held back. I merely disabled Haogang’s status as a great shaman temporarily to let Tianyin vent her anger. As her man, I must take control for her. As for the internal affairs of the shaman clan, I don’t want to get involved or inquire too much. Today, I’m just giving you all a lesson. It’s best not to bother me again in the next ten years.”
After saying this, Su Che turned to leave. But suddenly, two dark shadows appeared in the sky above the arena. An overwhelming restraining force descended, suppressing everything within thousands of miles—humans, insects, birds, beasts, plants, and even Su Che himself.
“Su Che, what do you plan to do with these ten years?”
One of the dark shadows asked darkly, “Could it be that your Tianyin will reach the rank of Immortal Lord within ten years?”
Su Che didn’t respond, but he knew that these two dark shadows in the sky represented two peak-level figures: the two Great Demon Ancestors!