The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Roar!

In the eyes of ordinary people, it was an unremarkable sword, devoid of any trace of fireworks. However, in the eyes of the mountain god, it was a sword light that shot straight into the sky, embodying a grand and righteous spirit that spanned the heavens. A roar erupted. The mountain god, who had previously been disinterested in the appearance of the white-robed youth, immediately revealed its true form.

It was a winged giant tiger with dangling eyes and a white forehead. Its dense and heavy demonic aura had solidified into misty clouds, entangling its godly body, which was as large as a mountain. A furious wind and raging tide surged from all directions, seemingly to carry off its demonic body and avoid the slashing sword.

“No, have mercy!”

However, this mountain lord was in deep despair. He discovered no matter how he dodged, the radiant sword light was already everywhere. Even though he was a revered mountain god, he had a premonition that if he was executed, he would utterly cease to exist without even a chance for reincarnation.

In the midst of a life and death crisis and extreme desperation, this mountain lord unreservedly unleashed his innate divine power, which was also his strongest bloodline magic.

Resorting to Desperate Measures!

Unlike those tiger demons who could only control a few wild ghosts, this mountain lord who had been in the position of a mountain god for hundreds of years, displayed his widely renowned bloodline divine magic.

He formed a vast, murky river behind him from which countless ghosts crawled out, groaning and struggling. They rushed towards the imposing sword light that was already crushing them.

But the accumulative force of the mountain lord’s hundreds of years was not enough to even slow down this sword light; these countless ghosts were like moths to a flame, dissolving in a puff of black smoke with a flash of gold.

It did nothing to weaken the power of the sword light or even delay it for a moment, let alone create any impact. The divine magic he had been building up for hundreds of years seemed like a joke in front of this sword light.

After the sword light swept over, everything evil was completely wiped out, including the ghosts crawling out of the soul river and the winged evil tiger with an enormous body like a mountain.

With a roar full of deep unwillingness and despair, a long rainbow, as red as the sunset, cut through the sky for hundreds of kilometers, lingering high above the sky, not fading for a long time.

Boom!

After the sword slash, the bisected body of the tiger fell from the sky. The huge head that was as large as a small mountain fell onto the top of a mountain and rolled all the way down, crushing countless trees and plants.

As for the massive headless body of the tiger, it directly collapsed half a mountain ridge, causing the birds in a hundred-mile radius to fly away in panic. The animals in the mountain forest ran away in chaos.

One strike to kill a god!

Looking at the winged tiger’s corpse scattered across the mountains, Feng Qing’an, whose anger had subsided a bit, sheathed his sword. He then looked towards a pair of siblings not far from him who were hugging each other in a daze.

“A celestial being! Sister, look, a celestial being came to save us! Everything the gentleman said is true! There are celestial beings who slay demons in this world!” cried out the child, whose tear-streaked face had not yet dried, pointing at the youth with exhilaration.

Feng Qing’an glanced at the excited boy, ignoring him, and turned his gaze to the mountain lord who was helpless against his sword and killed on the spot.

Although he came to find suitable materials to forge a sword, upon witnessing horrific scenes caused by wicked gods, he naturally developed a desire to wipe out such injustices.

The Sword of Gods Slaying the Dragon given by his older brother for self-defense was easily drawn out of its scabbard. With one swing, it killed the mountain god on the spot. Before killing it, Feng Qing’an did not even bother to examine the details of this mountain god or which realm it belonged to.

It didn’t matter. No matter what level of mountain god it was, as long as it hadn’t surpassed the realm of a human immortal, it could not resist the sharpness of this sword.

It could be inferred from the size of the mountains the Mountain Lord governed. If it was extraordinary, it would only be at the level of a monarch. Even with outstanding talent, it was useless.

In front of this sword, whether it was a lower or higher rank monarch, there was no difference. They would all be killed with one strike. Therefore, it was unnecessary to waste energy to identify anything.

Just killing it with one strike was enough.

As he predicted, this mountain lord couldn’t withstand even one strike. It died utterly, with no chance of resurrection.

Normally, it wouldn’t have ended like this. Despite its many shortcomings, the Way of the Gods had many advantages that many practitioners coveted.

Just the rapid cultivation speed of Incense and Fire Divine Way was enough to astonish people. Even an ordinary soul can ascend to divinity in a day.

However, all these depended on having enough incense. At the height of the power from burning incense, even if the divine body was shattered and the Dharma body was annihilated, it could be rebuilt in the next instant in the Dharma field for a second round.

Therefore, when there was a peak in human longevity and godly powers, few demons dared to cause chaos. No entity would be foolish enough to pick a fight with a god of incense and fire at its peak. That would be seeking trouble for oneself.

The gods of incense and fire relied on human willpower. At its peak, it had such a deterring power. The God of Mountains and Rivers, whose stability and existence had surpassed the gods of incense and fire, also had its advantages.