Chapter 562: Chapter 486: Peerless Town Stone, Xuan Feng’s Past Chapter 562: Chapter 486: Peerless Town Stone, Xuan Feng’s Past Ke Shisan stood atop the collapsing mountain peak, his gaze fixed intently on the Dao Palace above the sky.
A new layer of great halls had finally taken shape completely, as seas of blood surged upwards, charging straight into the heavens.
The Eighth Level of Return to Void!
After confirming there were only these three Great Demons, the master never thought about fleeing again.
His attention shifted towards the foot of the mountain.
The severed head of the Turtle Clan’s Third Uncle flew sideways; the headless body wobbled and knelt, and with blood splattering, it eventually collapsed beneath the fluttering hem of an Ink Robe.
Wu Jun landed with a thunderous crash, steadying his figure and casually picking up the long blade from the ground.
First, he paid his respects to the young man with a bow, then his chilling gaze moved to the only two figures left in the sky, brushing away the gravel on his chest.
Indeed, he lacked experience, being toyed with in a three-against-one battle.
But in a one-on-one fight, not one of these old fuddy-duddies was worthy of consideration.
Even as a general of the Turtle Army, these two aged Golden Patterned Turtle Demons couldn’t help but feel apprehensive at this moment.
Logically speaking, a demon with a power comparable to the Twelfth Level of Return to Void, when facing an ordinary cultivator at the Eighth Level of Return to Void, could extinguish them with a snap of their fingers.
Only true geniuses, such as Su Yushang, with highly superior Dao Palaces and mastery over profound spiritual techniques, had the possibility of slaying them across boundaries.
Even the most ordinary gift of spiritual qi could exponentially boost the effects of a Cultivation Technique.
If it were rarer elixirs like the Qi of Azure Phoenix or the Hongmeng Purple Qi, just one dose could crush an ordinary cultivator of the same Boundary, inspiring a sense of despair.
And this Dao Palace rampant with demonic power had only eight levels, acquiring a mere seven gifts from heaven and earth.
For Hongmeng Purple Qi, as unattainable as it was to common folk… it had seven streams.
And the density of each was far greater than that of other cultivators’ Celestial Palaces.
This left the two old generals completely unable to estimate their opponent’s actual strength, for they had never witnessed such a scene before.
The so-called boundary breakpoints seemed like a joke in front of this young man.
The two Great Demons exchanged glances, each seeing the intent to retreat in the other’s eyes.
Instantly, a myriad of golden patterns across the sky pressed down like a heaven-spanning net.
Without hesitation, the two demons pulled away in different directions.
One of them even sacrificed a conch shell to start sending a message to Ke Seven: “Seventh Dragon Descendant! There’s been a change!”
Who could have known that while the Turtle Army’s attention was wholly on the Daozi of the Heavenly Sword Sect,
a being with such terrifying talent, not at all inferior to Daozi, would quietly emerge in the Hall of Dragon Descendants?
As if it were prearranged,
the foundations of the Seventh Dragon Descendant were destroyed in an instant.
However, the words of the Turtle Demon couldn’t reach Dragon Descendants’ ears.
The all-encompassing golden net cruelly ensnared the figure in the Ink Robe on the ground, rapidly closing in, the dense golden threads seeming to completely shred it.
The young man’s figure did not dodge or avoid, silently vanishing on the spot.
The old Turtle Demon’s eyes bulged; it had never expected that following such a grand entrance, the youngster would still be playing dirty tricks.
This was not the way a great talent would behave.
The conch shell in its hands shattered with a crack, turning to dust, revealing a sharp silver-white claw from behind. The claw tips glinted with a cold light, aiming straight for the face.
“Devious scoundrel! How dare you ambush me!”
The Turtle Demon summoned up all its demonic power, its arms adopting a mountain-opening stance, and ferociously struck towards the silver-armored arm!
As the figure in front was instantly blown away,
its face showed not jubilation but intense terror.
The instinct to turn back arose,
yet its head was already filled with the soaring roars of a dragon: “Roar!”
Accompanied by the roar, a sharp Dragon Lance came from behind, piercing the Turtle Demon. The sizeable head, still in the act of pushing palms forward, exploded like a watermelon.
As that dull sound spread across the sky,
the other Golden Patterned Turtle Demon had already halted its escape, standing there dumbfounded, staring at its aged comrade’s sudden demise.
the scenario resembled exactly what happened to the Third Brother just moments before, suddenly giving up resistance and allowing Sect Master Shen to approach and smash its head with a spear.
These were veteran generals, they had seen it all; such a disgraceful scene shouldn’t be possible.
They must have fallen prey to some profound cultivation technique.
And Sect Master Shen’s performance with the spears distinctly resembled the trump technique of the Thirteenth Dragon Descendant, the Azure Dragon Shattering Star Spear.
This person seemed to have learned nothing else, always using spiritual techniques, and at least all at the Great Achievement Realm.
How could one fight this?
In the end, the remaining Turtle Demon couldn’t understand, so it just dumbly hovered in the air.
Shen Yi looked over with a touch of puzzlement.
He didn’t remember using Tianyan Forty-Nine on the remaining Turtle Demon.
Reaching the Great Achievement in spiritual techniques made them exponentially more potent, but their consumption was also immensely terrifying.
Moreover, using three at the same time?
With the backing of the Eighth Level of Return to Void, it was impossible to sustain multiple opponents or engage in prolonged combat.
Shen Yi withdrew his gaze, unwilling to ponder further.
Behind the Turtle Demon, Wu Jun had already summoned the golden patterns to bind it tightly, then he grasped the handle of his blade with both palms, and with a ferocious downward swing, he declared, “Uncle Six, die for me!”
The big blade was clearly no ordinary weapon.
And with Wu Jun already stronger than the several old Turtle Demons, the creature’s formidable demonic body couldn’t withstand even a single breath when all Wu Jun’s power surged into the blade.