I can’t believe I didn’t last even two moves against this Chen.
It was a huge blow to him.
"Ninth Mountain’s Colonel, you are indeed strong. Cough, cough."
He stood up from the mud, coughing twice, spitting out bright red blood, his eyes crawling with red veins,
"But just like I said, no matter how strong you are, you can’t withstand everyone pushing when the wall falls."
Saying this, he laughed loudly, his hair in wild disarray,
"Ha-ha, until we meet again!"
At their level of cultivation, they generally had a Divine Skill reserved for saving their life. As his speech ended, this Li Family’s Martial Storage, with a retch, spat out something resembling a compass.
About a foot in size!
Completely black as ink, hardly visible to the naked eye in darkness, one could only sense its presence.
It seemed he had great confidence in this object.
Because this treasure was crafted from the bones of a rare creature known as the Clear Beast, commonly found in forbidden lands, possessing instant Great Divine Power. He had initially obtained a skeleton of this beast by sheer luck.
The skeleton was later used to craft this Taoist Soldier, retaining some of the beast’s Divine Skills, which helped him escape numerous times.
Once this Li Family’s Martial Storage activated the treasure, it quickly dispersed like mist, turning into a pool of ink and enveloping him.
The next second, his figure flashed, disappearing on the spot, and when he reappeared, he was dozens of yards away.
His speed was unbelievably fast, as if teleporting instantly.
With a few flickers, he was about to escape, yet Chen Yuan’s expression remained unchanged.
The originally dark night sky, above the Sky Dome, was then suddenly covered by a gigantic golden Light Mask.
Chen Yuan had already sealed the vicinity with his Dharma Eye.
After the Light Mask appeared, the next second, numerous fine golden lines shot out from the mask, targeting the fleeing figure.
Soon, an angry shout was heard as the figure retreated, dodging around under the pursuit of golden chains, the space around him slowly closing in.
As the man dodged the golden chains, Chen Yuan silently appeared behind him, his eyes flashing fiercely, he slapped hard with his palm.
Li Boya’s movements were forcibly disrupted, his internal organs in severe pain, his figure shaken out of the ink.
As he tried to activate the treasure again, another figure shadowed him closely, a hand like iron pincers grabbing his arm and twisting it viciously.
A chilling sound of bone breaking echoed.
A scream suddenly rose.
Quickly followed by another crack.
The other arm of this figure was forcibly broken by Chen Yuan, the bone protruding horrifically from the flesh.
Then, grabbing the still howling Li Family’s Martial Storage by the neck, Chen Yuan violently pushed down.
With a loud "bang," he slammed him to the ground.
Li Boya was tortured by intense pain,
His skull and spine were sharply broken, his head was bent into the ground at nearly ninety degrees, his throat was torn open, and blood sprayed wildly.
But this wouldn’t kill the opponent.
Gasping blood, he finally felt the fear of death and shouted,
"You can’t kill me, Chen Yuan, I’m a person of the Court, newly appointed as a Demon Suppression Envoy, I know people, I can help you."
But Chen Yuan suddenly leaned over, his light golden eyes like those of a fierce beast, glaring at this Li Family’s Martial Storage, revealing white teeth, and coldly sneered.
"But I’m afraid that Demon Suppression Envoy won’t be able to make it to Jingguan City."
Upon hearing this, Li Boya’s struggling eyes suddenly widened.
His body, stimulated, began to thrash violently.
Chen Yuan’s eyes flashed fiercely, and with his other hand, he snapped both of Li Boya’s ankles, then proceeded to crush every bone in his body one by one with his palm.
Terrible screams echoed through the night sky.
Soon, Li Boya’s physical body was tortured into a muddy mess by Chen Yuan, in a literal sense.
Having done all this, Chen Yuan produced the Green-gold Thirty-Six Mountain Demon Suppression Tower, from which a golden chain shot forth, pulling the Primordial Spirit from Li Boya’s flesh and capturing it inside.
His murderous intent did not fade.
Li Boya had touched his sore spot; how could he let him die so easily?
That would be letting him off too lightly.
He planned to slowly torture him, making him unable to live or die.
Having done all this, Chen Yuan exhaled a long breath of white air, the frightening gleam fading from his eyes.
Then, he stood up and walked towards the Mountain God Temple, where a bit of warm light still shone in the cold night, with the sound of crunching snow under his feet.
At this moment outside the Mountain God Temple, a figure in a red dress stood at the door, her eyes turbulent yet striving to remain calm amidst the swirling snow.
As Chen Yuan approached, his stern expression softened at the sight of Lian Ni Chang.
But his face still bore splattered dots of blood, making him look ferocious.
Just then, a pair of red embroidered handkerchiefs was handed over.
Chen Yuan paused, then realizing, simply wiped with his sleeve,
He said casually, brushing past the matter and looking at her warmly, "I didn’t expect you to have broken through Heavenly Pass already. It seems you haven’t been slacking."
"Less chit-chat, let’s get Old Wu back for treatment first."
"Ni Chang will follow your lead, brother," Lian Ni Chang replied, seeing that Chen Yuan hadn’t taken the handkerchief and discreetly withdrew it, nodding.
With that, the two quickly entered the temple.
Chen Yuan came to the fire, picking up Old Wu who was still unconscious but whose complexion had improved considerably, then glanced at the "sleeping" hunters, finally resting his eyes on Second Elder Zhuang’s man.
These people weren’t asleep; Chen Yuan had knocked them out, otherwise, the commotion outside would have woken them up long ago.
"Do you know where these people are from?"
"They’re hunters from a nearby village," Lian Ni Chang answered.
"Have your Contracted Demon send them back; let’s go."
Chen Yuan, ensuring these hunters were returned home to avoid suffering, spoke and then took to the stormy night, soaring into the dark, windy rain.
Lian Ni Chang’s lips moved slightly, and soon, she too leapt up, following Chen Yuan.
After they left, the trembling little demons, having received their instructions, entered the Mountain God Temple and carried away the hunters from Zhuangjia Aozi, quickly disappearing.
In the dead of night, with swirling winds and snow, intermittent thunder rumbled, the night seemed to harbor a monstrous creature.
In Qingshan County, Jiazi Lane.
Chen Yuan, carrying Old Wu on his back, stood in front of a courtyard and pushed the door open.
With a "creak," his figure disappeared inside.
Next door, Huwa, bleary-eyed and using the night pot, thought he heard something.
But a child, what does he know? Quickly rubbing his eyes, he went back to bed to sleep.