Chapter 574: Chapter 490: I am Zhanlong Taoist Chapter 574: Chapter 490: I am Zhanlong Taoist Drip-drip.
Dark red blood plasma dripped down the blade of the lance onto the ground, spreading through the cracks between the cobblestones outside the hall, then dissolving into the clear waves, forming a faint mist of blood.
Shen Yi yanked the Dragon Lance from the delicate, fair neck of the beautiful woman.
Her face was etched with disbelief and fear, unable to comprehend how someone had brazenly stormed into her palace, crushed her son’s chest, and then stabbed her so decisively.
She was no ordinary demon of the Aquatic Race, but the legitimate wife of Prince Six, known as the Dragon Consort.
The guards of the palace, her brother comparable to those of Baiyu Capital, and even Prince Six, seemed to have vanished, with no one paying any heed to the events unfolding here.
Was this still what was known as the Dragon Palace of the Lord of Nanhong?
Su Hongxiu suddenly felt uneasy.
They had agreed to kill his entire family.
She had prepared her spirit magic, but never got the chance to act.
Logically, the palace guards should have swarmed them the moment the two entered, yet now the grand hall was still eerily empty, with not a sound coming from outside.
She looked towards the outside of the hall with some confusion.
Her pupils then contracted slightly.
Suddenly, a thick blood mist enveloped the entire hall, turning it into a gaping maw that seemed ready to devour anything, or a grotesquely exaggerated monster.
Within the mist, bodies started to drift into the hall.
Until dozens of corpses piled up at the entrance, including even three Great Demons of the Return to Void twelfth layer.
Immediately after, streaks of spiritual light surged toward Shen Yi, quickly entering his forehead.
Only then did the blood mist outside slowly dissipate in the flowing water.
Su Hongxiu released the spirit magic at her fingertips and suddenly realized something.
Sect Master Shen had the technique to control puppets, but he never said he only had one Spirit Puppet… those streaks of light just now were at least seven or eight.
Of course, even if all seven or eight streaks of light were Spirit Puppets of Return to Void twelfth layer or comparable to those of Baiyu Capital, it wouldn’t be enough to alarm Su Hongxiu.
What truly astonished her was that she had not detected any fluctuation of aura at all.
The group of Spirit Puppets managed to conceal their presence to the utmost while slaughtering demons, even hiding from her Divine Soul perception.
A group with such strength, shadowy as wraiths, was truly “assassins.”
This was somewhat terrifying.
[Remaining lifespan of demons: 2,223,000 years]
The previous condensation of the Town Stone had consumed a full 1.77 million years, nearly depleting Shen Yi’s foundation, but in the blink of an eye, not only was the loss replenished, but there was even more to spare.
Shen Yi adjusted his emotions, turned to look at the woman, and his demeanor softened considerably.
Su Hongxiu looked at the youth’s bloodstained palms and stealthily glanced at the faint kindness in his expression, suddenly feeling uneasy.
The more he killed, the better his mood?
This didn’t seem much like the temperament of an Immortal Sect’s cultivator… not to mention he was a Sect Master.
Su Hongxiu wanted to say something as a reminder, but felt it inappropriate, shaking her head instead, “There should be no more.”
This Dragon Descendant had not employed the help of Dragon Palace when laying the trap; he only brought his own generals and the demons of his maternal family. Not even the Heavenly Sword Sect intervening, much less his Master coming in person, could blame more than this.
Such were the rules of Nan Hong.
As long as the Seven Sons and Dragon Palace hadn’t completely turned against each other, deciding to fight to the death, they had to play by the rules, even giants of the Unity Realm Stage were no exception.
Shen Yi nodded slightly, the curve of his smile disappearing as he returned to his previous calm demeanor.
It had not been easy to invoke the name of the Alliance Sect.
It seemed a pity to end things here.
If only the Heavenly Sword Sect and Dragon Palace could fight to the death.
But considering the current situation,
even if the Nan Hong Seven Sons faced only the Southern Dragon Palace, they likely wouldn’t have an overwhelming advantage, especially now that there were only six sons, with the once-dominant Nanyang Sect missing, their strength surely diminished.
For now, such self-destructive actions should be impossible.
Besides, if the Alliance Sect truly fell,
the Nanyang Sect certainly wouldn’t survive either.
Shen Yi withdrew his gaze, waved his hand slightly, and gathered the corpses on the ground into the Finger Ring.
Then, calling forth a black light flying sword, he disappeared into the water without looking back.
As for the treasures inside the hall, Shen Yi hadn’t indulged in greediness. After all, he had killed the demon himself – if he took everything else, the responsibility would fall entirely on his Nanyang Sect.
For now, it was more fitting for the blame to rest on the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Su Hongxiu paused, slightly shocked, feeling like she had been silent more today than in the last few decades combined.
Was Sect Master Shen’s change of face a bit too rapid?
Moreover, was his visit solely for the pleasure of slaughter?
That seemed a bit absurd.
With that thought, she shook her head and casually glanced at the heap of worthless things inside the hall.
She too left the grand hall, stepping out.
As a Baiyu Capital Cultivator, there was very little in the world that could catch her interest.
Until the figures of both had vanished into the aquatic realm,
all that remained was the hall, reeking of blood, untouched treasures suggesting a visit made solely for killing, the swift departure leaving the nearby Aquatic Race dumbfounded when they eventually dared to approach.
Nanyang Sect, inner gate.
After some time of adjustment, the Thousand Demon Cave had completely transformed into a paradise for cultivation, filled with lingering immortal energy.