The golden body gripped hard onto the demon emperor’s white feathers, smashing fist after fist into its spine, each blow sending it dropping a little further toward the ground against its will. Until, thoroughly enraged, the white crane crashed down, its two eyes blood-red, and roared:
“This emperor will fight you to the death!”
Amid the shrill roar, it abruptly lifted its head, returning to the most instinctive way of fighting between demons. Its formidable demon-body surged with force, flinging the golden body away, and then its one remaining wing crashed down violently!
Boom!
The golden dharma form raised its palm to meet it likewise. The ten-zhang ferocious beast and the two-zhang-odd golden body began to grapple, both of formidable body and both unversed in arts — nothing but the most primal slaughter. The white feathers were keen and sharp, but the golden body gave not the least ground. Savage and crude.
Just then, Zhang Mingyang finally caught his breath, and only glanced at the distant clash. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and fled toward the exit.
At the sight, even Chen Zhong couldn’t help spitting out a curse. “Damn him!”
A golden dharma form had struck to save him, and now the fight was locked in stalemate — precisely the fine moment to lend a hand. And he’d simply fled like this?!
Aqing stamped his foot in indignation. Just so — deal with Xuanguang Cave, and the only end was ever to be sold out and betrayed!
Shen Yi said nothing, only issued a command in his heart. The next moment, the golden dharma form glanced sidelong into the distance, and then the golden dragon on its arm roared and shot out.
Seeing this, even the White-Feather Demon Emperor blanked for an instant. This paltry two-zhang-odd Spirit-Transformation golden body had, while locked in slaughter with it, actually kept strength in reserve to deal with Zhang Mingyang? They truly weren’t of one party!
At the thought, the White-Feather Demon Emperor was mortified beyond measure, and right after was smashed in the leg by a golden fist. It dropped straight to a half-kneel.
One against two!
The golden dragon soared in an instant above Zhang Mingyang’s head, and in the very moment he looked back in terror, it strangled straight down. It bound his body fast, then opened its jaws and bit toward Zhang Mingyang’s skull!
“Beast, get off!”
Zhang Mingyang rebuked in fury and mobilized the qi of heaven and earth, vines lashing at the golden dragon like tentacles.
“What a domineering divine spirit cultivator!”
Aqing’s mouth fell slightly open, and right after his pupils contracted. He saw the wild-boar demon had finally dealt with the Xuanguang Cave disciple before it, blood still streaking its tusks. It swept the surroundings a cold glance, then its burly body abruptly broke into a pounding charge — actually abandoning the demon emperor in a bid to flee.
Of the whole clash of arts, there were four still alive. And three of them wanted to run. Aqing couldn’t even quite understand how this fight was still going. The reason seemed to lie with that golden-body Senior. Simply because it still wanted to fight, none of the rest got to leave.
Wait—
Watching the wild-boar demon charge toward him, Aqing finally came back to himself. He wasn’t watching the show from behind some observation formation — he was, truly and actually, standing in the very middle of this clash of arts.
“Grandmaster! Flee, quickly!”
Never mind that the wild-boar demon seemed unable to make the stage before those three. It was a genuine, solid extreme-peak demon king. Chen Zhong too, quick to react, made ready to withdraw.
In that instant, the two of them suddenly found that the Shen Yi ahead of them had moved.
He… he’d moved again?
In a daze, Aqing grabbed out — and grasped only empty air. His sight was overspread with crimson, a heaven-toppling demon qi welling up once more, making that black robe seem all the more eerie and demonic.
“Senior!”
Chen Zhong bellowed out blankly. How could he dare reveal his aura at a time like this — a clash of arts between Spirit-Transformation cultivators was no affair a crowd of Mixed Origin Grandmasters like themselves could meddle in. Had he not seen how the two Mixed Origin who’d tried to flee earlier hadn’t lasted even a breath’s time before being slain where they stood?
“…”
The fifth aura appearing on the field, being far too faint, hadn’t drawn the notice of the White-Feather Demon Emperor or Zhang Mingyang. Only the wild-boar demon saw the figure that had suddenly appeared ahead. A measure of doubt welled in its eyes. Even it wanted to flee now — and an entry-level Mixed Origin dared come stir this muddy water?
But at this moment its own little life came first. The boar didn’t change direction, still charging toward that dense grove! As for that ink-robed young man — it abruptly raised its arm, meaning to deal with him in passing, the way it had slain that entry-level Mixed Origin at the very start.
“Help! I’ll set up the formation.”
Aqing reached rifling into his storage pouch, several pieces of white jade now in his hand.
Chen Zhong sighed, and hesitating no longer, leapt straight out. Before he’d even found his footing, he saw the wild-boar demon had already charged up to the young man, its palm raised high, then crashing thunderously downward!
Its sturdy arm couldn’t press all the way down.
Only because Shen Yi had already reached out ahead of time and pressed against the inner side of its upper arm, then abruptly clenched his five fingers.
Under Aqing and Chen Zhong’s astonished gazes, that enormous wild boar was flipped and slammed straight to the ground by Shen Yi!
Rumble, rumble—
The wild-boar demon had been rather careless to begin with, but the boundless force transmitting up its arm woke it in an instant. A pity it was too late — its whole body already lay sprawled on the ground.
In its sight, that expressionless, handsome face bloomed with a measure of cold frost. The long saber Deep Abyss was already gripped in his palm. As the saber came out with extreme speed, black dense mist wove into a net in the air.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Wherever the long saber passed, the wild-boar demon’s flesh burst wholesale open. The virulent poison wrapped about the blade at once melted into its blood. Having been fed on demon blood, the toad lord’s venom was already far beyond what it once had been.
Pus melted open across the wild-boar demon’s whole body, the wounds savage and ghastly, giving off a thick, foul stench. It seized hold of that slender blade with all its might, the keen edge sinking into its palm. Enduring the agony, the wild-boar demon savagely tried to wrest the long saber away — but its whole body of brute strength struck empty.
Because Shen Yi had cleanly released the saber-hilt. Then cold qi swept between his five fingers, and he clenched his palm into a fist and smashed it straight down.
Beneath that fist-edge of clearly-defined knuckles, the wild-boar demon’s sharp tusks were snapped off in an instant, and then the thick, bristle-covered facial hide was run straight through. A surging cold current poured from its oral cavity straight down its throat into its five viscera and six organs.
Before the wild-boar demon could react, it felt its whole body sink into stagnation, even its scalding demon blood no longer flowing. It stared wide-eyed, and right after met a pair of eerie vertical pupils. A wolf-howl abruptly rang out.
Shen Yi didn’t even spare it so much as a parting glance. He straight rose to his feet and pulled his Deep Abyss back from its palm in passing.
The black robe swayed. He cast his gaze toward the distant Zhang Mingyang.
“…”
Chen Zhong had only just taken up his stance, the words “Senior, I’ve come to help you” not yet out of his mouth, when he found the wretched boar was already rolling madly on the ground, its whole body twitching, as though suffering some enormous torment. Frozen by frost in an extremely short time, it then lost its vitality.
He could only look back at Aqing — only to find Aqing, gripping several pieces of white jade, likewise lost in a daze. Could it be there were actually four Spirit-Transformation cultivators on the field?
Chen Zhong smiled bitterly. Of course he didn’t think Shen Yi could rival a Spirit-Transformation cultivator; whether in aura or in force, what the man displayed was still far, far short of that realm. But his means were eerie, his experience seasoned. In efficiency at slaying extreme-peak demon kings, he was actually not the least bit inferior to a Spirit-Transformation cultivator.
This was truly… unmatched below the Spirit-Transformation realm.
(End of Chapter 269)