Chapter 400: Battling the White Hawk Demon Sovereign
Chapter 400: Battling the White Hawk Demon Sovereign
"It seems like he doesn't care about us at all."
Miao Qinghui sighed and glanced to the side, letting out a helpless laugh.
Tong Xincuan channeled his Vital Energy into the Demon Command Golden Arrow, and with a rare light laugh, he said, "It seems so."
Crazy! They're all crazy!
Yu Chaoan's gaze swept across his senior martial brothers and sisters, and with his mind, he couldn't help but think that the Golden Body Dharmic Form had intentionally exposed their presence to provoke the Demon Emperor's early reaction. This was like deliberately setting them up for failure.
Astonishingly, these two didn't show any anger but instead laughed.
It was simply outrageous.
Just as a stream of light appeared on the golden arrow in Tong Xincuan's palm, the Golden Body Dharmic Form finally made a move. A dark golden dragon suddenly darted out and lightly tapped his shoulder with its tail.
"..."
Even Tong Xincuan couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled.
Even if Shen Yi needed to gain the Demon Emperor's trust, it shouldn't be at the cost of their lives, right?
He hesitated for a moment but eventually put down the golden arrow.
This subtle action not only surprised Yu Chaoan but also left Miao Qinghui slightly perplexed.
Tong Xincuan was known for his ruthless nature and was considered the most distant from their master among the Wutong Mountain disciples. Before the incident in the Thousand Demons Cave, this group of fellow disciples even believed that if they were to die in front of him, he would handle it in the most rational way.
Even if his ruthless nature was just an act, could he also be naturally suspicious?
Could someone like him entrust his life to others?
"Huff."
Tong Xincuan put away the golden arrow and silently looked ahead.
His former crimson robe symbolized his unparalleled pride.
As array masters, their minds were far superior to those of reckless cultivators.
Correspondingly, if Shen Yi could surpass him in array mastery, then his intellect must be even sharper, and his actions would be more thorough.
When faced with something incomprehensible, it was best to first consider if the problem lay within oneself.
Reflect! Reflect again!
Looking at the ferocious white horse standing in the distance, Tong Xincuan's face twitched slightly. He had already reflected on this many times, but he still couldn't understand where the problem lay.
If he continued to think about it, his life would be at stake.
"Senior Brother, I always thought your composure was an act, but I never expected that even when facing the White Hawk Demon Sovereign, you could remain so calm..." Yu Chaoan apologetically explained to Tong Xincuan.
"Don't hold back, just speak up. Whatever we should do now, we'll follow your lead."
"I..."
Tong Xincuan cleared his throat.
With his advanced Soul Transformation stage cultivation, he could feel the oppressive might of the white horse even more intensely.
It was even more dominant than the legends had described!
"Why... why is it you guys..."
At the other end of the sky, the originally handsome white horse now had a terrifying gash running from its head to its tail.
The crimson flesh and pulsating organs were unable to heal under the coverage of the thunderous blood.
But even more horrifying than these wounds was its head.
A huge, bright red pill was pressed into its skull, and dense strands of blood vessels protruded from the cranium, along with rotting flesh that had fused with the pill.
All the blood energy in its body was flowing towards that crimson pill.
The White Hawk Demon Sovereign seemed to be filled with grief and anger, "Where's Nie Jun? Why did you come instead?"
It didn't understand.
After losing its arm years ago, it had been studying Nie Jun, not only his methods but also his character.
However, the opponent's methods had taken a qualitative leap.
That was fine, as the geniuses among human cultivators could also rapidly improve their cultivation realms.
But how could their character be wrong?
That killing machine, once he started, how could he possibly let go of his prey so easily?
After killing the lion, he would definitely come to finish the job.
Therefore, the White Hawk Demon Sovereign hadn't rushed back to the Thousand Demons Cave. It was waiting for a once-in-a-millennium opportunity.
Everyone thought they were heavily injured.
Especially the proud Nie Jun.
When the opponent let down their guard, it would use its ten thousand years of cultivation to settle this long-standing grudge.
But...
"Why did you come instead? Even you, a bunch of useless trash, dare to covet my life?!"
The White Hawk Demon Sovereign let out a long hiss, feeling very perplexed. It clearly wanted the world to remember the terror of the Thousand Demons Cave, yet even it had been underestimated.
"It seems like it doesn't hold us in high regard." Yu Chaoan felt his mouth dry and tongue parched from the hiss, "It even called you guys trash."
"Isn't that true?"
Tong Xincuan's expression remained unchanged. Whether they were useless or not depended on the comparison. In front of this white horse, there were few in the world who could stand tall and speak.
"Then what are you waiting for? Shoot it!" Yu Chaoan pinched a Dharmic seal, summoning several golden-armored warriors, already preparing to flee.
"Huff." Tong Xincuan looked down at the motionless Golden Body Dharmic Form, his hand trembling slightly, and finally, he glanced at the sky.
If he couldn't come up with an explanation, he really couldn't hold it in any longer.
In the white misty sky, a long rainbow of purple and white spanned across.
Within it, a human figure flickered.
In just a moment.
That faint figure silently appeared in the field.
Upon seeing the golden-patterned black robe, Miao Qinghui instinctively let out a sigh of relief.
In contrast to her, Tong Xincuan was surprised.
When he saw Shen Yi dressed like this, instead of the lion he had expected, he was stunned for a moment. Could it be that Shen Yi didn't intend to gain the Demon Emperor's trust?
What kind of scheme is this?
"So it was you who gave them confidence?"
The White Hawk Demon Sovereign fell silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into silent laughter, "I know who you are, and what kind of spell formation have you set up here? Do you think that I, the White Hawk, am like the Golden-Winged Demon Sovereign and can be trapped by your formation?"
"Ssss."
Upon hearing this, Tong Xincuan's face darkened slightly.
As a formation master himself, he was well aware of how troublesome it was for an array master to have their plans exposed by the enemy beforehand.
Sure enough, the White Hawk glanced indifferently around, his black eyes flickering uncertainly.
In an instant, a look of confusion appeared on his face.
He had not sensed the presence of any formation.
"..."
Shen Yi glanced at the White Hawk, his gaze focusing on the crimson pill on its forehead.
Then, he waved his hand slightly.
With this subtle gesture, the surrounding spiritual energy suddenly stirred.
The visible area began to distort.
In a few breaths, the sky turned into a sinister scarlet color, like an unfurling scroll.
Roar! Roar! Roar! A deep, resonant beastly roar reverberated, deafening and chilling.
Nine pairs of terrifying eyes gazed down at the earth, as if ancient ferocious beasts were awakening.
The aura was overwhelming, and the killing intent was palpable.
As the massive and domineering demonic body rolled, the crimson blood wave on the cushion transformed into a human figure, sitting cross-legged and enlightening the world.
"What are you looking for?"
Shen Yi looked down at the White Hawk and slowly spread out his palm.
"..."
The white horse stamped its hooves anxiously, looking up at the sky with anger.
"Is this the Dao Palace?"
Miao Qinghui looked up in astonishment, and the Mystic Tower in her hand was trembling slightly.
"It should be."
Yu Chao'an swallowed his saliva, and he had only seen the Zijiao Thunder Sword Palace before. Perhaps this kind of Dao Palace filled with demonic energy was also normal?
But just looking at this three-hundred-zhang-wide Demon Palace, it was evident that it was no less powerful than Nie Shixiong.
Was this the Shen Yi I saw last time in the Thousand Demons Cave? Tong Xincuan clenched his palm, realizing that the other party was not just a formation master... In the face of this terrifying Dao Palace, the formation from last time might have just been a minor skill that Shen Yi had casually learned.
At this moment, they suddenly heard a roar.
They saw the white horse staring blankly at Shen Yi's palm, and in the center of his palm, a black glow gradually transformed into a strangely shaped Dark Tail Spear.
"You... have you already killed that lion?"
It asked subconsciously, but received no response. In the black-robed youth's calm eyes, the White Hawk Demon Sovereign suddenly sensed a familiar aura.
When it killed the Thousand-Foot Demon Sovereign, the lion's golden eyes had also been calm and unperturbed.
Two faces slowly overlapped in the white horse's mind.
Finally, they merged into a shrill roar, "It's you! It's all you!"
Hearing the noise in his ear, Shen Yi's expression remained unchanged. The Dark Tail Spear in his palm soared into the air.
As the figure on the cushion raised its hand, the nine Immortal Demons opened their mouths together, spewing out blood like a river, all of which gathered on the Dark Tail Spear.
The first style of the Dao Palace Technique.
Ten Thousand Demons Bowing.
The Dark Tail Spear slowly lowered its sharp edge, aiming directly at the White Hawk Demon Sovereign.
At that moment, a deep voice resonated in the white horse's ears.
"Why don't you bow when you see my true form?"
It was as if the pressure from its bloodline was forcing it to kneel.
It anxiously scanned its surroundings, only to realize that this voice seemed to be audible only to it.
"Playing tricks, die for my majesty!"
In the face of extreme fear, the White Hawk suddenly charged towards the figure in the sky.
It had spent many years researching to find a way to use this Southern Yang Sect's remaining Treasure Pill with its demonic body.
It was originally intended for Nie Jun, and even if he could wield the sixth sword, he would still face the fate of death and dissipation.
With the help of this Treasure Pill, it refused to believe that the lion could create any significant waves.
In an instant, the Dark Tail Spear, imbued with the power of the blood sea, shot out!
The entire sky seemed to collapse and press down, making it difficult to breathe.
The spearhead pierced the crimson pill on the white horse's forehead.
The White Hawk's powerful demonic energy and the blood essence from its lifespan burst forth! However, in the face of the vast blood river and the slowly descending dark red sky, it was like a small stream flowing into the ocean, and a stubborn rock standing against a towering mountain.
All the spiritual energy within three thousand three hundred li was completely drained from its five viscera.
Crack—
Fine cracks suddenly appeared on the crimson pill, and the spearhead slowly penetrated an inch at a time into the White Hawk's head.
It forcefully pushed back the White Hawk's aggressive charge, firmly pressing its demonic body back down.
The white horse's front knees shattered, and its legs bent uncontrollably, its entire body kneeling on the ground, pierced through by the Dark Tail Spear from head to tail, and pinned firmly to the ground.
Its head hung low, and the mist in its black eyes dissipated with the wind, leaving only deep eye sockets.
Shen Yi extended his palm, and the Dark Tail Spear transformed into a stream of light, carrying the white horse's corpse and returning to the Storage Bag.
"..."
Qinghua glanced indifferently at the few cultivators.
In the moment when her master transformed into a purple-white rainbow and departed, she also transformed into dark golden light and followed.
There, they muttered about schemes and formations.
It's just a simple command to not move, why make it so complicated? These cultivators are truly strange.
(End of Chapter)
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