Chapter 485: A Grand Feast

Chapter 485: A Grand Feast

Led by the Golden Patterned Turtle Demon, the army of water demons from various clans was collectively known as the Turtle Army.

Under the command of Ko Lao Qi, it was the most formidable demon force.

It could be said that nearly eighty percent of this Dragon Progeny's territory was guarded by the Turtle Army.

"The strongest among them is my father; at least when it comes to combat, he should not be inferior to many of the Elders within the Southern Hong Seven Sons."

"But ever since he had the intention to entrust this demon army to me, he rarely leaves the Dragon Progeny's side, so there's not much to fear."

"As for other demons comparable to the White Jade Capital, there should be one more in the Dragon Progeny's mother clan, but unless it's an emergency, the Dragon Progeny wouldn't easily request its presence."

"There are quite a few demon generals at the Twelfth Layer of Return to Void, but they are scattered throughout the waters, tasked with guarding other water clans for the Dragon Progeny. Without a specific order, they rarely gather together."

As Shen Yi listened to Wu Jun's explanation, he fell into deep thought.

From what he heard, the strength of Ko Lao Qi's forces was not much greater than that of Xuan Yue City.

Most likely, their formidable reputation was still largely dependent on the Dragon Palace's name.

Thinking about it, this seemed reasonable.

After all, aside from Ko Shi San, the youngest of the Dragon Progeny, Ko Lao Qi was the weakest among them. If he could lead several White Jade Capital cultivators, then when all the Dragon Progeny were gathered together, along with those Dragon Sons... the Southern Hong Seven Sons would not be able to rival them.

Of course, strength was a relative concept.

Shen Yi shook his head; his current self couldn't possibly confront such a formidable demon army head-on.

With the primary objective being the demonic lifespan, there was no need to take excessive risks.

At the very least, he couldn't afford to be entangled in a protracted battle.

Once he was restrained, even without considering the Dragon Progeny's affairs, after his encounter with the Dao Hai Water Python in the Water Moon Merchant Alliance, many water demons were already aware of his identity as the Southern Yang Sect Master.

Being able to slay a 'Sect Master' in the water, even if it was a mediocre one, would likely attract the interest of numerous demons.

"Master, this way please."

Three figures concealed their auras.

Within the clear and vast ocean, they swiftly headed towards the direction Wu Jun had indicated.

With this 'informant' leading the way, Shen Yi easily bypassed numerous detection arrays.

"Demon soldiers like these are usually deployed in small squads of no more than twelve, primarily for outer perimeter patrols. Their cultivation levels range from the Third to the Fifth Layer of Return to Void, and they are led by a demon general at the Sixth Layer or above."

"For daily patrols, around ten squads are typically assigned."

Both Wu Jun and Ko Shi San were Foundation Stones.

As long as they wished, they could completely conceal their auras, eliminating any risk of exposure.

Despite Wu Jun's casual explanation, in reality, this force was equivalent to over a hundred executives and ten outer gate elders within an immortal sect.

"..."

Shen Yi silently looked downward.

The group of demon soldiers wore the standard Dragon Palace scaled armor and rode on a peculiar, sleek, and robust fish, swiftly moving through the water.

He didn't take immediate action but glanced at Wu Jun.

These twelve demon soldiers were no issue, and among them were several Golden Patterned Turtle Demons. Aside from their lifespans, their corpses could further enhance Wu Jun's bloodline and cultivation.

However.

Shen Yi didn't see the so-called demon general.

"Erm, I report to my master that it might have gone to slack off?" Wu Jun chuckled awkwardly, unsure himself.

"..." Shen Yi took a deep breath and suddenly realized that this 'informant' wasn't as reliable as he thought.

Although he was concerned about alerting the enemy, he couldn't just let the demonic lifespan slip away.

Shen Yi closed his eyes, unleashing the Heavenly Derivation Nine-Nine with all his might! Even without the Primordial Purple Qi's empowerment, relying solely on his perfected Phoenix Immortal Body, his strike against these ordinary demon soldiers was akin to slaughtering chickens and dogs.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Deep, resounding explosions reverberated through the water.

Over a dozen figures, along with the Qi Condensation Realm fish beneath them, shattered into pieces.

In the instant the black-robed figure passed by, all the corpses were collected into his finger ring. Almost simultaneously, he unleashed his Water Control Talent, gathering the dark blood mist into a ball and storing it in the ring as well.

The azure waves remained clear, as if nothing had happened except for the absence of a few demon soldiers.

Shen Yi's swift and practiced actions caught the attention of the two Foundation Stones.

Even Ko Shi San was secretly astonished.

Killing and looting, leaving no trace of the victims.

What kind of background did the master have? He didn't seem like a good person at all.

"Huff."

Shen Yi extended his finger, releasing a golden thread to activate a concealment array.

During his time in the Nanyang Treasure Land, he had witnessed the use of portable arrays from the Xu family, but he had never learned them.

However, after achieving mastery in the Abyssal Immortal Armor Array...

He became increasingly adept at employing arrays.

【Remaining Demonic Lifespan: 430,000 years】

With just one strike, he had obtained such a bountiful demonic lifespan.

Shen Yi wasn't elated but quietly stared downward, his powerful soul extending in all directions.

Despite his efforts, Shen Yi couldn't sense the presence of the Demon General.

A frown creased his brow. Despite the current success, if word got out, they'd be in grave danger.

Being trapped in the enemy's territory, even with wings, escape would be impossible.

"Master, something seems off. It doesn't seem to be slacking off."

Wu Jun seemed to recall something and gravely reminded, "It must have been reassigned. With the Dragon Progeny's major move and it not being in the palace, such a situation would occur."

As his words fell...

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow. Not there?

Now, that was interesting.

He directly picked up the corpses of the three Golden Patterned Turtle Demons and poured them into Wu Jun's body.

In an instant, the golden patterns on his body flashed again.

Although he hadn't broken through the Twelfth Layer of Return to Void, his improvement was visible to the naked eye.

...

The Demon Soldiers patrolling the Dragon Grandson Palace held an extremely high status within the waters.

Almost no one dared to provoke them, and they received so many tributes that their hands ached.

Moreover, various formation arrays covered nearly half the waters outside the palace, and even their patrols were just for show.

It was only today that orders were given from within the palace, reassigning all Demon Generals above the Sixth Layer of Return to Void.

They finally became a little more diligent.

If something went wrong at this time, they'd probably have to offer their heads to the Dragon Progeny.

With this in mind, they took out conch shells and, as usual, began reporting the situation of the area.

Just as they activated the shells...

The Demon Soldiers sensed a cold chill passing over their heads.

Instantly, they lost consciousness.

Clear water surged without a trace of blood, and three figures rushed towards another location.

【Remaining Demonic Lifespan: 826,000 years】

The same situation occurred repeatedly around the Dragon Grandson Palace.

Those figures, like elusive ghosts, ignored the array's detection and brazenly harvested the lives of the Water Clan right in front of the Dragon Grandson Palace.

Such audacity hadn't been seen in tens of thousands of years.

Entering the waters was like entering uncharted territory!

Until the fourth Demon Soldier squad disappeared on the spot.

"What the hell, are you all asleep?!"

A Golden Patterned Turtle Demon held a conch shell, cursing while a deep unease welled up inside.

It finally displayed some of the Turtle Army's expected qualities.

"Generals! Support the Dragon Grandson Palace!"

Like the Sea-crossing General, a pioneer general at the Eighth Layer of Return to Void, could only be called a general. Only those comparable to Return to Void Perfection, capable of guarding a region alone, were qualified to be called Great Generals.

Before he finished speaking, a golden-glowing arm had already ruthlessly shattered its body.

The Demon Soldier watched in disbelief.

Wu Jun's scarred face twisted, clearly annoyed at not making it in time; he was a step too late.

It raised its gaze.

In the rippling water, a figure in a black shirt stood ahead, and beside him, there was no longer a trace of life. Corpse after corpse flowed into the other's finger ring.

On that pale face, there wasn't much disappointment.

Shen Yi took it in stride; whatever he could get was good enough.

Moreover, when those generals returned, they'd definitely need some time.

【Remaining Demonic Lifespan: 2,100,700 years】

An entire five squads, half of the Turtle Army's demons, were needed to obtain such a generous lifespan.

"How long will it take for the nearest Turtle Army general to return?" He looked at Wu Jun.

"The nearest... one incense stick's time." Wu Jun carefully calculated the time; as half the Turtle Army's commander, he knew the locations of those generals like the back of his hand.

"We can harvest another wave."

Shen Yi lightly nodded, pouring all the Golden Patterned Turtle Demons' corpses into Wu Jun's body.

With the full assistance of these brothers...

Wu Jun's eyes even showed strange golden patterns.

His aura suddenly surged!

But conversely, his consciousness became somewhat sluggish.

This was a sign of insufficient demonic soul to support the Demon Beast Stone.

Five waves of enhancement, pushing his cultivation to the Twelfth Layer of Return to Void, and even close to Measure Pole Completion, just one step away.

"Harvest another wave..."

Ke Shi San always felt something was off, then looked at Wu Jun with a hint of envy.

At this moment, the strength of the other's bloodline was so formidable that even he, a hybrid Dragon Progeny, felt a hint of apprehension.

It's not just the Turtle Race that has brothers.

His Dragon Progeny brothers weren't few, why did the Wu family get this good fortune?

"Master! This way!"

For a moment, Wu Jun wasn't used to this body with suddenly enhanced strength.

After he regained his composure, he hurriedly led the way to the next Demon Soldier squad.

However, when Wu Jun brought Shen Yi and Ke Shi San to the location, he paused, seeing only empty waters with no trace of Demon Soldiers.

Such a swift reaction?

It shouldn't be, the one with the lowest cultivation among the three was at the Ninth Layer of Return to Void, and with their full-powered Teleportation Technique, how could a group of mid-Return to Void Demons compare?

"Which reckless thief dares to compete with my master for the treasure?" After observing for so long, Ke Shi San finally learned a little flattery and roared in anger.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at it silently and then lifted her gaze towards the sky.

Wu Jun made the same movement.

Through the rippling water, a hunchbacked figure could be vaguely seen standing above the water.

For Ke Shi San to be completely unaware, the gap between their realms had reached a terrifying level, almost impossible to bridge.

Twelfth Layer of Return to Void! In other words, this was a demon who had reached the end of the Return to Void path.

"Master, I never expected... that they would be outside."

The Turtle Army generals guarding the various waters were not in the water but had gone ashore.

Even though they knew that the Dragon Grandson Palace might be up to something.

But in all these years, Wu Jun had never seen such a strange situation.

What exactly was Ko Lao Qi trying to do to cause such a huge disturbance? Those Turtle Army generals were the most precious assets of the other party, the foundation of their control over the territory, and they were not easily mobilized.

"Let's go."

Shen Yi didn't hesitate for a moment.

Even though he was eighty percent confident in taking down the demon before him.

But he resolutely chose to give up.

Even a fool could tell that something was wrong now.

He only wanted to harvest some demonic lifespans, but he seemed to have inadvertently waded into a pool of muddy water.

Under Shen Yi's mental command.

Wu Jun took action, leaping out of the water and charging towards the hunchbacked elder, shouting, "Third Uncle, die for me!"

Shen Yi and Ke Shi San split up and fled in different directions! The dark light flying sword suddenly descended beneath Wu Jun's feet, rushing towards the sky at an imperceptible speed, heading for the distant mountains.

"..."

The hunchbacked elder stared at Wu Jun expressionlessly.

With a boom, he pushed out a palm.

Both demons' attacks appeared simple and brutal, but this was a common testing method among demons. The strength of their bodies accounted for at least seventy percent of the factors.

The instant their fists and palms made contact.

The entire water body surged violently, like two sky-reaching waterfalls colliding suddenly!

Boom—

The Twelfth Layer of Return to Void, their attacks alone could cause the heavens and earth to change color.

"Cough."

The hunchbacked elder stumbled back a few steps.

"Tsk."

Wu Jun, on the other hand, looked at his fist in surprise.

Whoa, this old thing wasn't that impressive after all.

Both of them were from the same clan, with similar bloodline abilities, so their battle relied on raw power and experience, making it difficult for other variables to come into play.

If they had more time, Wu Jun would have surely retrieved a head for his master.

"You are no longer a living being."

The elder raised his gaze and suddenly let out a long breath, even though the stone puppet looked incredibly lifelike and even seemed to have memories.

The golden patterns on the opponent's body resembled the heavenly-gifted talent of the Golden Patterned Turtle Clan, which the Turtle Race had not produced in ten millennia.

But in the end, it was just a disguise created by others.

Thinking of this, the elder took out a conch shell, "No need to entangle with a dead thing. Stop that black-shirted cultivator; if I'm not mistaken, he should be the Southern Yang Sect Master."

As the words fell.

Wu Jun immediately sensed two equally terrifying auras appearing nearby, followed by the pursuit of the master's departure direction.

Oh no...

These Turtle Army generals had actually all left the waters? He gathered his mind, punched again, and the golden patterns on his body burst out, transforming him into a massive golden turtle.

His aura surged to the extreme!

"..."

The hunchbacked elder watched helplessly as the stone puppet used the bloodline ability of the Golden Patterned Turtle Clan.

Finally, a hint of complexity appeared in his cloudy eyes.

Amidst the shock, there was also a hint of sorrow.

What kind of method was used to create this puppet that it could even inherit divine abilities?

The elder had lived for so many years and had even encountered immortals, but he had never seen such a profound method.

He also summoned his golden patterns, but compared to Wu Jun, they appeared thin and dim.

A direct confrontation was impossible.

The elder chose to sidestep and avoid, taking the opportunity to draw a great saber, seeking an opening in the opponent's defense.

But Wu Jun seemed to have anticipated this, taking this chance to swiftly escape towards the distant black-shirted youth without any intention of prolonging the fight.

The hunchbacked elder silently observed this.

His protective instincts for his master were strong.

This action alone proved that Wu Jun was indeed dead.

His eyes filled with killing intent.

This was perfect; when the time came to make a move, there would be no need for restraint.

These terrifying beings, who could shake Southern Flood with a mere lift of their feet, were all converging in the same direction.

(End of Chapter)

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