Chapter 400: Fierce Battle with the White Swan Demon Emperor
Chapter 400: Fierce Battle with the White Swan Demon Emperor
"He doesn't seem to care about our opinions."
Miaqing Hui sighed and turned to look aside, helplessly smiling.
Tong Xinquan channeled his spiritual energy into the Imperial Demon-Subduing Arrow, a rare smile playing on his lips as well, "It seems so."
They've gone mad! Absolutely mad!
Yu Chaoan glanced back and forth between his senior martial brothers and sisters, his mind racing. He couldn't understand why Jinshen would deliberately expose their presence, causing the Demon Emperor to react early. It was as if he was intentionally setting them up for failure.
Yet, these two were actually smiling instead of being angry.
It was simply outrageous.
Just as a radiant light emerged from the arrow in Tong Xinquan's palm, the Golden Body Dharma finally moved. A dark golden flood dragon suddenly rushed out and gently tapped his shoulder with its tail.
"..."
Even Tong Xinquan was puzzled by this action.
Even if Shen Yi needed to gain the Demon Emperor's trust, surely he wouldn't gamble with their lives?
He hesitated for a moment before lowering the arrow.
This subtle action not only confused Yu Chaoan, but even left Miaqing Hui bewildered with suspicion.
Tong Xinquan was known for his ruthlessness and was considered the most distant disciple to their master among the group from Wutong Mountain. Before the Thousand Demon Cave incident, these fellow disciples even believed that even if they died in front of him, he would handle it in the most rational way possible.
Even if his ruthlessness was an act, could his suspicious nature also be feigned? Could someone like him entrust his life to others so easily?
"Huh."
Tong Xinquan sheathed his arrow and silently gazed forward.
His once-scarlet robe, a symbol of his unparalleled pride, hung on his body.
As formation masters, they possessed intellect far surpassing that of rash cultivators.
Therefore, if Shen Yi could surpass him in the art of formations, then his intellect must be even sharper, and his actions all the more thorough.
When faced with something incomprehensible, it might be wise to first consider one's own shortcomings.
Reflect! Reflect again!
Staring at the ferocious white horse standing in the distant sky, Tong Xinquan's face twitched slightly. He had reflected on this matter countless times, yet he still couldn't fathom where the problem lay.
If he continued to ponder, his life might be forfeit.
"Senior Martial Brother, I always thought your calmness was an act, but I never expected you to remain so composed even in the face of the White Swan Demon Emperor..." Yu Chaoan apologized sheepishly to Tong Xinquan.
"Don't hold it in, speak up. We'll do as you say now."
"I..."
Tong Xinquan cleared his throat.
With his cultivation at the late stage of the Transformation Realm, he could sense the majestic pressure emanating from that white horse even more intensely.
It was even more formidable than the legends described!
"Why... Why is it you guys...?"
At the edge of the sky, the originally handsome white horse now had a hideous gash running from its head to its tail.
Flesh as red as blood, pulsating organs, all unable to heal due to the coating of thunder juice.
But compared to these wounds, the most horrifying aspect was its head.
One could see a large, scarlet pill pressed into its skull, with thin strands of blood and rotting flesh intertwining with the pill.
All its blood energy was flowing towards that scarlet pill.
The White Swan Demon Emperor seemed to be in anguish, "Where's Nie? Why are you the ones who came?"
It couldn't understand.
After that fateful encounter years ago, it had been studying Nie relentlessly, not only his methods but also his temperament.
However, Nie's methods had taken a qualitative leap.
That, it could somewhat accept. After all, there were geniuses among the human cultivators whose realms improved day by day.
But how could his personality be so different?
That killing machine, once unleashed, would never let it off so easily.
After slaying the lion, he would definitely come to finish the job.
That was why the White Swan Demon Emperor hadn't rushed back to the Thousand Demon Cave. It was waiting for a once-in-a-millennium opportunity.
Everyone thought it was severely injured.
Especially the arrogant Nie.
When he let his guard down, it would use its ten thousand years of lifespan to end this grudge that had lasted for so many years.
But...
"Why are you the ones who came?! Do even you bunch of wastes dare to covet this Emperor's life?!"
The White Swan Demon Emperor let out a long neigh, unable to comprehend. It had clearly wanted to remind the world of the terror of the Thousand Demon Cave, yet even it had been so underestimated.
"It doesn't seem to hold us in high regard." Yu Chaoan felt his mouth drying during that long neigh, "It even called you guys wastes."
"Isn't that true?"
Tong Xinquan's expression didn't change. Whether or not one was a waste depended on the comparison. In front of this white horse, there were few in this world who could stand tall and speak proudly.
"Then what are you waiting for? Shoot it!" Yu Chaoan pinched his fingers into a spell, summoning several golden armored warriors, ready to flee at any moment.
"Huh." Tong Xinquan looked down at the still Golden Body Dharma and his hand trembled slightly. Finally, he glanced at the sky.
If he couldn't come up with an explanation, he really wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore.
In the white expanse of the sky, a purple and white alternating rainbow spanned the two ends.
Within it, a figure flickered.
In just a moment of distraction.
That elusive figure silently appeared in the field.
At the sight of that black robe adorned with golden patterns, Miaqing Hui instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.
Contrary to her, Tong Xinquan's expression changed.
Upon seeing Shen Yi dressed in this manner instead of the expected lion form, he hesitated. Could it be that he didn't intend to gain the Demon Emperor's trust?
The White Swan Demon Emperor fell silent for a moment before suddenly letting out a bitter laugh. "I know who you are, and what kind of formation have you set up this time? Do you think I'm like the Golden Winged Roc, easily trapped by your formations?"
"Hiss."
At these words, Tong Xinquan's expression turned slightly somber.
As a formation master himself, he was well aware of how troublesome it was for an enemy to uncover their plans beforehand.
Sure enough, White Swan looked around with an indifferent gaze, his dark eyes flickering with uncertainty.
After a moment, his face showed confusion.
He couldn't detect the presence of any formations.
"..."
Shen Yi glanced at the White Swan, his gaze fixing on the scarlet pill embedded in its forehead.
He then made a slight waving motion with his hand.
With this subtle gesture, the spiritual energy in the surroundings began to stir violently.
Visible distortions appeared everywhere in the sky.
In just a few breaths, the sky transformed into a sinister crimson color, as if a scroll was slowly unfurling.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
A deep and resonant beastly roar shook the heavens, deafening and chilling the hearts of those who heard it.
Nine pairs of terrifying eyes looked down upon the earth, as if ancient beasts were awakening.
An overwhelming and sinister aura filled the air.
As the massive and domineering demonic body writhed, the crimson blood wave on the cushion took on a human form, imparting enlightenment to the world.
"What are you looking for?"
Shen Yi lowered his gaze towards the White Swan, slowly spreading out his palm.
"..."
The white horse stomped its hooves anxiously, its eyes filled with rage as it looked up to the sky.
"Is that a Dao Palace?"
Miaqing Hui looked up in astonishment, the black tower in her hand trembling slightly.
"I suppose so."
Yu Chaoan swallowed hard. He had only seen the Purple Cloud Godly Thunder Sword Palace before, but perhaps it was normal for a Dao Palace to exude such a demonic aura?
However, just looking at this three-hundred-zhang-wide palace, it was apparent that it was no less powerful than Nie's.
"Is this the Shen Yi we met in the Thousand Demon Cave last time?" Tong Xinquan clenched his palm. He now realized that the other party was not just a formation master... In front of this terrifying Dao Palace, the formation from last time might have just been a minor trick that Shen Yi picked up casually.
Just then, they suddenly heard a furious roar.
They saw the white horse staring fixedly at Shen Yi's palm, and in his palm, a black light gradually transformed into a strange and eerie-tailed spear.
"You... have you already killed that lion?"
It asked instinctively, but received no response. In the face of the black-robed youth's calm gaze, the White Swan Demon Emperor suddenly sensed a familiar feeling.
When the lion had killed the Thousand-Legged Demon Emperor, its golden eyes had also been as calm as still waters.
The two faces slowly overlapped in the White Swan's mind.
Finally, it let out a mournful roar, "It's you! It's you! It's all you!"
Ignoring the noise in his ears, Shen Yi remained unmoved. The eerie-tailed spear in his palm shot straight up into the air.
As the figure on the cushion raised its hand,
the nine-headed fairy beasts opened their mouths together, spewing out river-like blood that all converged into the eerie-tailed spear.
First style of the Daoist Arts.
All Demons Bow.
The eerie-tailed spear slowly lowered its edge, aiming directly at the White Swan Demon Emperor.
A deep and resonating voice sounded in the ear of the white horse with a ferocious head.
"Having seen my true self, why do you not bow?"
It felt as if its bloodline was being suppressed, forcing it to kneel down.
It anxiously looked around, but it seemed that only it could hear this voice.
"Playing tricks, huh? Die, Demon Emperor!"
In its extreme fear, the White Swan suddenly charged towards the figure in the sky.
It had spent many years searching for a way to use its demonic body to employ this pill left behind by the South Yang Sect.
It had originally planned to use it against Nie, believing that even if he could unleash the sixth sword, he would inevitably meet his end.
With the help of this precious pill, it didn't believe the lion could cause any significant trouble.
In an instant.
The eerie-tailed spear, imbued with a sea of demonic blood, shot out!
Along with it, the entire sky seemed to collapse and press downwards, the oppressive force making it hard to breathe.
The tip of the spear pierced the scarlet pill on the white horse's forehead.
The White Swan's robust demonic power and its lifespan, transformed into blood energy, erupted forth!
However, in the face of the vast river of blood and the slowly descending dark red sky, it seemed like a small stream flowing into an ocean, a pebble trying to rival a towering mountain.
All the spiritual energy within a three thousand three hundred li radius was completely drained.
Crack—
Fine cracks appeared on the scarlet pill, and the spear tip inched its way into the White Swan's skull.
The spear forcefully pushed back the white horse's charging body, pinning it firmly to the ground.
The white horse's front knees shattered, its legs bent uncontrollably, and its entire body knelt on the ground, impaled through its head and tail by the eerie-tailed spear, fixing it in place.
Its head hung low, the mist in its black eyes dissipating with the wind, leaving only deep sockets.
Shen Yi reached out his hand, and the eerie-tailed spear transformed into a stream of light, carrying the white horse's head back into his storage bag.
"..."
Qinghua Furen glanced at the few cultivators indifferently.
As her master transformed into a purple and white rainbow and departed, she also turned into a stream of dark golden light and followed suit.
There, she muttered about schemes and formations.
"It's just me asking you to stay still. Why make it so complicated? These cultivators are truly strange."
(End of Chapter)
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