Among the seven saints, the elderly perverted monk was the first to expel Niu Chang from his inner world.
Niu Chang, who had undergone various challenges from the old monk, had already altered his body to combat him.
His skin was black, with no distinguishing features except for its polished metal appearance. At times, it would liquefy like mercury before solidifying once again.
To confront a purely physical force like the old monk, he would alternate his approach from soft to hard and then back to soft, confusing the old monk.
The old monk shot a gaze colored in blood as he glared hatefully at Niu Chang. His inner world's foundation had been slightly damaged. If he waited a few more seconds, the damage would necessitate repairs lasting at least fifty years.
However, even after he had ejected Niu Chang from his inner world, he still encountered various small tricks that Niu Chang had left for him.
For advanced stage saints, their inner world consisted of only one aspect of their main cultivation technique. Thus, it was easier for Niu Chang to tailor-make a special poison for their inner world in a short amount of time.
Within the old monk's inner world, a world dominated by red hues due to fire spread everywhere. Occasionally, small fireflies could be seen before they turned to dust.
After a while, another firefly would flicker into existence and roam freely before meeting swift death.
If these fireflies managed to survive longer than two seconds, they would absorb enough energy to fulfill their life's goal of spreading their poison, which targeted the singular type of energy in this small world.
As for the origin of these fiery fireflies, even the old monk was unable to locate them, despite scanning his inner world every now and then.
He had attempted to converse with Niu Chang, but this expressionless killing machine would respond only with fists and kicks, like a madman.
Feeling anguish as he watched his inner world's condition deteriorate even after killing the fireflies, the old monk realized that Niu Chang no longer waited as he initiated a new round of combat.
On another part of the battlefield, various spatial fluctuations occurred, and pairs of saints and Niu Chang would emerge.
The different Niu Changs would possess distinct physical appearances, while the saints would display pained expressions and undisguised hatred when facing Niu Chang.
They needed to take a short respite to thoroughly scan their inner worlds and identify the source of the problems. However, Niu Chang didn't give them any chance, as he relentlessly harassed them with his flawless fighting methods.
The flower demon, facing the fire elemental Niu Chang, found herself cornered in a passive position, repeatedly enduring slaps from the flickering shadow.
Among the seven saints, some were proficient in close combat while others were not so skilled at it.
Those who struggled included the flower demon and Lan Xin. These two were truly unable to mount any resistance in the face of Niu Chang's Massacre skill.
Lan Xin excelled at making on-the-spot deductions and devising perfect counters for her enemies. However, when confronted with the ever-changing methods of the Massacre skill, she fell into a loop of perpetual searching. This led her to resort to a barbaric approach in attempting to solve her problem, which ultimately proved futile.
On her side, Niu Chang found no discernible weakness in Lan Xin's approach, only the seamless flow of unrelenting violence.
Lan Xin held her celestial board in her left hand and a clump of starlight in her right, ready to shape it into any form she wished.
She whipped her right hand, transforming the starlight into a whip, only to see Niu Chang charging at her with full force.
Using her celestial board as a shield, she suddenly noticed the eighth Niu Chang materializing behind her, emanating black radiance, followed by a white glow from the Niu Chang in front of her.
Gritting her teeth, she forcefully employed an area-of-effect skill to clear her surroundings, preventing the Niu Changs from triggering another energy explosion.
Named the Starburst Dissipation Wave, the starlight appeared on her body before pulsating outward, unleashing holy power that dissipated any energy below its rank.
This was a new technique she had devised specifically to counter the combined assault of the two Niu Changs.
The hierarchy of energy proved difficult to overcome, and even with Niu Chang's abundant vitality, it paled in comparison to holy power.
Drawing from her experience, Lan Xin knew this technique would only dismiss the Yin Yang Explosion of the Niu Chang in front of her or the eighth Niu Chang. However, they continued to adapt their methods of motion, causing further damage to her.
The aura of the eighth Niu Chang suddenly vanished from Lan Xin's proximity, only to reappear next to the flower demon before he delivered a slap to her face.
Niu Chang had been overpowering the flower demon the entire time, yet he was unable to kill her—at least not until she had depleted her entire reserve of holy power.
This prompted him to amplify her emotional state in order to hasten her demise.
Inflicting physical damage on saints was not very effective, as their natural regeneration fueled by the mere presence of holy power was exceptional. Only attacks with a high energy density or supplied by energy of the same rank as holy power could truly harm them.
Because of this, Niu Chang, while facing the flower demon, was actually being directed by the real Niu Chang's main consciousness to torment her.
Suppressing his laughter, he relished using this alluring flower demon as his sparring partner. Her red hair interwoven with the green of leaves cascaded down her back. Her long, slender eyebrows complemented her deep reddish-brown eyes. Her ample bosom and lower region only heightened Niu Chang's excitement to harass her further, seeking that intoxicating feeling of happiness.
Amid his enjoyment, a surge of insights and inspirations flooded his mind, urging him to refine and create new techniques.
However, since his joy was derived from harassing a powerful and beautiful woman, his train of thought focused on techniques for managing women. Nonetheless, occasionally, he would stumble upon random inspiration about other matters, a delightful bonus to his happiness.
These dual sources of inspiration only elevated his delight, resulting in an escalation of the quality and quantity of his onslaught.
The initial slap to her face evolved into various forms of domestic aggression.
'What kind of sick, perverted bastard is this guy? Not only did he slap my face, but now he's escalating to even more perverted actions?' thought the flower demon incredulously.
As she felt her womanly parts brutally attacked, she was on the verge of tears, desperate for aid.
'He's assaulting not just my inner world but my body as well. And now he aims to invade my mind?' Gritting her teeth, she finally gathered her resolve. From her inner world, she harnessed her holy power and transformed it into a misty pink fog.
'I'll curse you to death!' she wanted to shout, but the words remained locked within her.
Being proficient in matters of fate and divination, her primary method naturally targeted her enemies' destinies.
No matter how hurtful or embarrassing the attacks she suffered were, they would heal in a matter of seconds at most.
She summoned vines to shield her body from physical assaults while she focused on her art. Within the coiled vines, she should have been safe, but she heard maddening heartbeats and crazed ravings echoing in her head.
Her hands, engaged in intricate movements, trembled as her mind teetered on the edge of collapse.
Plunging into a deep abyss to preserve her fraying sanity, the protective vines were breached, and a solid punch landed on her stomach.
Time seemed to slow down as she recalled her entire life—from being a simple plant to a demon, and finally, to becoming a saint.
Nurtured in the sheltered haven of the Flower Fruit Island, this marked the first instance she faced true adversity in her life.
Her inner world was encroached upon by an invisible force, her body humiliated in the most degrading manner, resembling a cheap bag of meat, and her mind raped by indescribable sounds from untold origin.
Another frontal kick followed from the breach in her defense, striking her directly in the private part between her legs.
While thoroughly enjoying his villainous role, Niu Chang still maintained some awareness of the overall battlefield situation.
The other six saints gradually began to retreat, inching closer to their downfall, trapped in various predicaments.
'The time for the real battle seems to be approaching.' he calmly contemplated as he derived further satisfaction from tormenting the flower demon.
If not for the holy power that comprised their clothing, Niu Chang would have delighted in rendering every saint on the battlefield naked, intensifying their discomfort.
He continued his assault when suddenly lights manifested.
On the battlefield.
In the space of his mind.
In the unreachable fabric of reality.