https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-226-Subduing-Demons-and-Suppressing-Monsters/12941211/
https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-229-I-am-the-Crimson-eyed-Divine-Lord/12941213/
Chapter 227: What God Are You?
Chapter 227: What God Are You?
Chancellor Chen was the only remaining Patrol Commander at the Demon Suppressing Bureau's Central Office.
Zhang Xuan hoped more than anyone that he would be the one to arrive, but at this moment, he could only shake his head, "This time, I've invited the newly appointed Patrol Commander Shen Yi."
Shen Yi?
Yang Qianxiang fell silent for a moment, unable to find any impression of this name in his mind.
"Patrol Commander Shen is from Qingzhou and is a disciple of the Martial Temple."
Zhang Xuan knew exactly what the other party was thinking and said anxiously, "That Tiger Leopard Demon Lord has already been slain by Patrol Commander Shen. Please, Commander, quickly send someone to retake control of South Yue City, and then follow me to find the Patrol Commander."
After hearing his words, Yang Qianxiang felt as if a giant hammer had struck his mind, making him feel dizzy and dazed. He murmured, "A Yin Spirit Cultivator from the Martial Temple... Why didn't you discuss it with me before taking action?"
It was true that the Yin Spirit Cultivators within the Martial Temple were of high cultivation levels.
However, even with the Jade Talisman in hand, which could mobilize the incense fire wish power of any state, they must not forget that Song Prefecture had lost four counties, leaving only this much incense fire wish power. Whether it was given to this Commander or to the unfamiliar Patrol Commander Shen, what effect could it possibly have?
Song Prefecture had paid the price of countless lives just to barely stabilize the situation against two Demon Kings.
Although their annihilation was imminent, they still had some time left.
For them, every extra day meant another chance to hope for Chancellor Chen's return. Now, by taking the initiative to break the stalemate, what was the point?
"Discuss? Why would a Patrol Commander need to discuss matters with you and me?"
Zhang Xuan clenched his teeth and took out a skull from his embrace, "At least Patrol Commander Shen helped me bring him back. I can't bring myself to stop him."
After saying this, his eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity, "Please, Commander, don't hesitate. The Patrol Commander is still trapped amidst the demon horde in South Yue County. Quickly dispatch the Demon Subjugation General and the Golden Bell Demon Hunter to assist me!"
"..."
Yang Qianxiang grabbed a handful of his sparse hair and turned to the lieutenant behind him, sighing, "Pass on my order to gather our forces as quickly as possible in the four lost counties."
After saying this, he mounted the demon horse with a wooden expression, "Lead the way."
"Aren't you going to send your Yin Spirit?"
Zhang Xuan was taken aback. When had there ever been a Commander from the Nine Prefectures who personally ventured into danger with their physical body?
"What's the point?"
Yang Qianxiang glanced at him, his gaunt face devoid of any emotion.
Song Prefecture had already done everything they could.
He was just a Martial Immortal, not a true deity, and couldn't possibly deal with two Demon Kings who were far stronger than him at the same time.
This was probably for the best.
The Patrol Commander had made the decision for Song Prefecture, and this old man no longer had to worry.
As for offending the Red-Eyed Demon King and shifting his attention from the other Demon King back to the Demon Suppressing Bureau in Song Prefecture... The deed was done, and there was no need to dwell on it further.
"Please take good care of this old friend of mine." Zhang Xuan carefully handed the skull to the lieutenant.
The next moment, the Black Scaled Dragon Horse leaped into the air, carrying the two of them away from Song Prefecture City.
"Is this the direction to South Yue City?" Yang Qianxiang suddenly felt that something was amiss.
"Patrol Commander Shen should have already gone to the county below," Zhang Xuan said softly. From the previous situation in the city, this young Patrol Commander seemed indifferent and quiet, but he was actually very meticulous and also cared about the ordinary people.
"What kind of existence did you invite back..."
Yang Qianxiang furrowed his brows, unable to hold back a complaint.
As a Yin Spirit Cultivator, he had ventured into the county city occupied by demons alone, with no one by his side, which was incredibly dangerous.
"Patrol Commander Shen said he... understands a bit about body tempering techniques."
Zhang Xuan was also worried, but he tried to reassure him, "Although I don't know how much he understands, he shouldn't be a reckless person."
"I've guarded Song Prefecture for many years and have never acted recklessly."
Yang Qianxiang sighed self-deprecatingly, "I never thought that the first time I would have to pay the price with half of Song Prefecture."
The Black-Scaled Dragon Horse galloped at full speed, its pace not inferior to the speed of a teleportation technique.
In no time, the two arrived above a county town.
Yang Qianxiang glanced down.
It had been a long time since he dared to look at the lost Four Provinces directly, even with his Shadow Soul.
Recalling the scene of the city's fall, countless young men in black robes lay dead under his Shadow Soul, and even now, their wails still echoed in his ears.
He surveyed the scene within the county town.
Yang Qianxiang's face twitched slightly.
The streets were packed with people, all running wildly in a frenzy. Some were crying and laughing hysterically, while others knelt and pounded the ground. But at a glance, not a single demon could be found.
The two exchanged a look, suppressing their doubts, and rode their horses towards other locations.
They even split up for a while.
When they reunited, the shock in their eyes was palpable.
"Something's wrong! It's not right!"
Everywhere they went, there wasn't a single demon in sight, not even a corpse.
If they had been killed... it was clearly something only possible with the manifestation of a Shadow Soul.
"Did Lord Shen manifest his Shadow Soul outside?"
Zhang Xuan's demeanor slipped; he couldn't understand why Shen Yi would take such a huge risk. Coming from the Imperial City and as a disciple of the Temple of Martial Arts, he seemed more anxious than they, the local Demon Suppressing Bureau officers.
"What I fear is... if he's this anxious, where is he going now?"
Yang Qianxiang swallowed, the answer was obvious.
"To the Red-Eyed Divine King Temple!"
In each of the lost Four Provinces, there was a Red-Eyed Divine King Temple in every county town.
But the place they spoke of was where the Demon King truly dwelled.
...
Located in the center of the Four Provinces, a steep cliff had a roughly carved stone statue, about ten zhang tall. It depicted a beast-faced human figure wearing a feathered helmet and fish-scaled armor, seated with a long spear in its left hand and its right hand resting on its knee.
The direction of its gaze was towards Song Prefecture City.
Its feet were planted on the ground, surrounded by countless incense altars, from which thick smoke rose, forming an auspicious cloud beneath its feet.
Behind the statue was a cave as tall as the statue.
Thunderous breathing sounds emanated from the cave, causing the entire mountain to tremble slightly.
The locals seemed accustomed to this scene.
Expressionless, they walked to the foot of the statue, burned incense, and bowed, their eyes devoid of piety but their movements meticulous, as if rehearsed a million times, daring not to make a single mistake.
A red cloud swiftly passed through the sky.
A black-robed figure quietly appeared among the crowd.
The youth strode towards the statue.
Amidst the worshipping locals, his tall and slender figure stood out starkly.
Many noticed his presence.
Their worshipping motions faltered, and their faces revealed panic.
Shen Yi walked to the dense incense altars, bent down to grab a handful of incense ash, and calmly looked up at the majestic statue.
He nodded slightly.
By his side, the solidified Shadow Soul waved its hand, and the invisible incense fire's wish power pushed the confused crowd dozens of zhang away.
Qinghua Madam and her Shadow Soul returned to Shen Yi's qi sea.
Bang! The next moment, he suddenly leaped, stepping on the statue's chest. The colossal statue cracked from its calves, crashing into the cave behind.
Amidst the crashing sounds, Shen Yi's figure vanished from the spot.
The thunderous breathing from the cave abruptly stopped, replaced by an enraged roar: "Roar!"
In the next breath, the roar ceased.
The black-robed youth leaped out of the cave, dragging the massive figure out and slamming it onto the mountain range. Amidst the dull cracking sounds, a terrifying crack appeared on the mountain ridge!
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
