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Chapter 486: The Blue Sky Needs No Kneeling from You, You're Not Worthy
Chapter 486: The Blue Sky Needs No Kneeling from You, You're Not Worthy
Swish! Swish!
Although Wu Jun's demonic soul may not be able to fully unleash the power of this Foundation Stone, its speed was still much faster than the other three Great Demons at the Twelfth Layer of Return to Void. This alone was enough to prove the terrifying purity of its bloodline.
More importantly, the Foundation Stone represented the most powerful state of demons.
The three Turtle Army Generals who appeared were all familiar faces, now in a state of advanced old age.
In an instant, Wu Jun caught up with the two figures ahead.
It leaped fiercely, its golden patterns spreading across its body, exuding a profound aura like an indestructible shield, blocking the two.
"Uncles, can't you see your nephew? What's the hurry?" Wu Jun grinned viciously, the scars on his face twitching slightly.
However, the tightly clenched fingers and the immediate display of golden patterns revealed his inner anxiety.
At the Twelfth Layer of Return to Void, Wu Jun was already considered a top-tier cultivator in the Southern Flood region.
Above this level were either Immortal Sect Elders or renowned Great Demons of the Dragon Palace, and at the very least, they were the trump cards of powerful factions.
Facing three opponents alone, Wu Jun didn't stand a chance.
But as the Foundation Stone, even if it were to be shattered here today, it must buy enough time for its master to escape.
"No matter how lifelike it is, it's still just a lifeless puppet. What's the point, Sect Leader Shen?" Turtle Demon Third Uncle approached steadily from a distance, his eyes fixed on Wu Jun.
He had a good understanding of Spirit Puppets, and behind this seemingly lifelike Stone Puppet was undoubtedly Shen Yi controlling it.
As he spoke, the other two hunched figures also turned their indifferent gazes towards Wu Jun.
The next moment, countless golden patterns spread across the sky, as the three simultaneously unleashed their divine abilities, undoubtedly forcing Wu Jun to retreat.
The dense golden patterns resembled a heavenly net, covering the entire mountain range.
"Finish him quickly; we have more important matters to attend to."
Compared to an insignificant Sect Leader, the Daoist disciple was the more crucial target.
A hoarse voice echoed across the sky.
The three figures simultaneously vanished from their original spots, their murderous intent engulfing Wu Jun.
Return to Simplicity.
Without an overwhelming display of power, the surging demonic energy condensed on the blade's edge.
The terrifying demonic body that even made Immortal Sect cultivators envious demonstrated its mountain-moving and sea-crossing strength with every move.
Crack!
For the first time, Wu Jun attempted to dodge, but the crimson blade qi slashed past his shoulder, tearing the mountain beneath his feet, causing the entire land and water to tilt as if sinking into the water.
Wu Jun had no time to react.
A withered hand, like an eagle's claw, seemed to have calculated Wu Jun's reaction, and as he was unprepared, it viciously reached for his spine.
If it were an ordinary cultivator or demon, this palm strike alone would have been enough to extract their heart.
Crack! Crack! The equally aged Turtle Demon retracted his hand, his gaze moving from Wu Jun's pierced heart to the pile of crushed stones in his palm.
He clenched his fist tightly.
But instead of turning into powder, the stones oozed a pool of blood.
It was pure and thick golden-patterned turtle blood.
Although it appeared to be a stone puppet, it was actually made from flesh and blood.
Just a glance revealed the cruelty within.
This bizarre scene caused the old man's eyes to narrow slightly, "I didn't expect Sect Leader Shen to be a demonic cultivator. His methods are even more ruthless than us demons. Maybe he should consider joining the Dragon Palace."
"Huff..."
Although Wu Jun's bloodline and cultivation had improved, in terms of experience, he was still a novice compared to these elders.
There was no way he could win this fight.
However, if they were willing to talk, he didn't mind.
After all, his only goal was to buy enough time for his master to escape.
Just then, the third person, who had not yet appeared, quietly stood behind Wu Jun, his fingertip piercing the weak spot between Wu Jun's golden patterns, his lips curling in ridicule, "We were just joking, and you think you're worthy?"
After slaughtering so many Turtle Army lives, he still wanted to join the Dragon Palace? It was a daydream.
Someone with the surname Shen would never have the chance to meet the Seven Dragon Progeny.
Three Turtle Race Great Generals, on their first move, displayed an almost perfect coordination.
This group of demons was the main reason why Ko Lao Qi could secure his position.
Boom!
Clearly, their cultivation was powerful, and their bloodline was overwhelming the three.
But Wu Jun was once again blasted away by that finger, seemingly without any ability to fight back.
At the same time,
The Third Uncle of the Turtle Race stood at an angle, holding a long saber, in the direction where Wu Jun had fallen, and looked up indifferently.
His five fingers slowly clenched the hilt of the saber.
Demon energy, thick like blood plasma, poured into the blade.
The entire sky was filled with scarlet, like the most vibrant sunset, and the murderous aura surged in layers like rolling waves.
"..."
The Third Uncle of the Turtle Race was stunned for a moment. This sea of scarlet had its reasons, but it wasn't the whole story.
Amidst the red clouds, a ferocious beast's roar sounded.
A towering Dao Palace stood in the sky, accompanied by nine demons. A crimson figure sat atop a lotus platform, opening its eyes and gazing down below.
As the stone skin peeled away, six brand-new pillars appeared at the top of the palace.
On the pillars, a face vaguely familiar to the Third Uncle was coiled around.
It seemed like someone he had seen in the Turtle Army, a rather exceptional junior, one of those who had accompanied Wu Jun to Xuan Yue City for the wedding.
They were all trapped within the Dao Pillars, turning their ferocious gazes towards the Third Uncle instead.
Of course, it wasn't just because of a few juniors that a Great Demon of the Twelfth Layer of Return to Void would be stunned.
What truly made his pupils constrict was
The seven-and-a-half-story-tall Dao Palace, filled with such dense purple aura that it was suffocating.
Its body was devoid of any other color.
It seemed that in the eyes of heaven, only the Primordial Purple Qi was worthy of such a heavenly palace, with no other gifts comparable.
Six layers of purple intent, each far surpassing the richness that ordinary people could comprehend.
What kind of heaven's favorite child could possess such a flawless Dao Palace?
In an instant, immortal music reverberated around.
The Purple Qi came from the east.
It rushed towards the newly forged eighth layer.
At this moment, a hint of confusion flashed in the Third Uncle's eyes, and unconsciously, he lowered the saber he had raised.
Because the immortal music suddenly stopped, as if the heavens were expressing their dissatisfaction, and that purple qi...actually changed direction and surged towards him.
Could a golden-patterned turtle demon like him attract the attention of heaven? Such a strange event had never occurred in Southern Flood.
"Third Brother, get out of the way!"
The Third Uncle heard the hoarse roars of his two other brothers in his ears. He watched as the purple qi passed through his body, ignoring him, and surged towards the rear.
The hunchbacked elder finally realized what was happening.
He quickly retracted his golden patterns, protecting himself, and looked back in horror.
Behind him,
A youth stood sideways, suspended in the air.
His slightly disheveled hair swayed gently, and on his fair and jade-like face, golden flames danced. In his eyes, there was no sadness or joy, only a purple-gold hue.
The black shirt fluttered, absorbing the last strand of purple qi into his body.
As the sleeves billowed, his hand, covered in menacing silver-gray arm armor, clenched the domineering dragon lance with indifference.
With the support of the Great Mastery of the Netherworld Immortal Armor and the Heavenly Derivation Nine-Nine, the Azure Dragon Shatterstar Lance was unleashed with full force.
In that instant,
The Third Uncle of the Turtle Race even felt like he could see the desolate blue sky when he looked up.
Purple-gold flames roared and swept across, as if lighting up the sky with a dazzling glow.
Accompanied by the deafening dragon's roar!
Pfft—
Shen Yi calmly held the lance, its blade piercing through the hunchbacked elder's neck. The dragon-like blade greedily devoured the blood.
Thud.
The Third Uncle of the Turtle Race remained immersed in the desolate blue sky that only he could see, where the drifting clouds seemed to hide countless pairs of eyes looking down upon him indifferently.
He knelt on both knees, and the saber slipped from his hand.
He even had the urge to kowtow, but the lance held him, preventing him from bowing.
Shen Yi casually withdrew the lance, and its blade, transformed into a silver moon, slashed and severed the dazed head.
With this action, two silent characters were formed.
No Need for Etiquette—
(End of Chapter)
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