The River-Flipping Demon King also sensed the aura behind it.
A Mountain Gazing Realm... if it were caught, it would surely die.
A hint of madness flashed in its eyes.
Since there was no retreat, it would carve a bloody path!
Between its brows, black light erupted.
A perfectly round, ink-black water bead suddenly appeared behind it.
Clearly, it had also used its Spiritual Seal!
One human, one Demon.
Both had gone mad.
But... compared to Jiang Yuechu's momentum, the Demon King's display was truly insignificant.
Thirteen hundred years.
Enough for a Martial Artist of mediocre Aptitude to cultivate from a toddler to an old man, dying and undergoing Reincarnation ten times.
At this moment.
In this single breath.
All of it poured into the young girl's single strike.
Boom—!!!
The originally cold and sharp ethereal blue long saber suddenly let out a mournful cry.
Between heaven and earth, it suddenly brightened.
At that instant.
Everyone at Hengshan Ferry, including the three golden robe who were rushing over, subconsciously narrowed their eyes.
They saw in mid-air.
A terrifying saber aura, a hundred zhang wide, appeared out of thin air.
Pure white, dazzling.
Unrivaled in sharpness!
Carrying the killing intent of Geng Metal Qi, carrying the resolve to sever everything.
It actually overshadowed the scorching midday sun above!
The previously noisy sound of waves seemed to be completely swallowed by this light at this moment.
Below.
The River-Flipping Demon King, who had intended to quickly deal with the opponent, instinctively clenched a certain area the moment the saber light flared.
Until now.
How could it not understand!
This aura... this pressure... how was this a Dianmo Realm?!
Damn it, it was clearly another Mountain Gazing Realm!
Human Race!
Despicable and shameless!!!
"Slash!"
As the young girl's red lips parted slightly.
The enormous light blade, carrying world-destroying Geng Metal Evil Qi.
Slashed down furiously!
Swish—!!!
Several li away.
Granny Liu and Old Wang, who were rushing at full speed, suddenly paused, suspended in mid-air.
The two great Mountain Gazing Realm experts both stared with wide eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.
"This..."
Old Wang even felt his cerebellum shrinking.
"Is this a strike that a Dianmo Realm can unleash?!"
"Even if this old man used the Thunderwood Spiritual Seal, the momentum would be no more than this..."
You Wujiang also stopped abruptly.
The long sword on his back sensed the extreme sharpness, buzzing incessantly in its sheath.
"What a domineering saber technique..."
Hengshan Ferry.
Yue Huaiyuan had just gotten up, wiping a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.
He looked up and saw this unforgettable scene.
"Good heavens..."
This, this, this... I wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing!
This is a human!!
The most despairing.
Was undoubtedly the River-Flipping Demon King, who faced this strike directly.
Damn it!
Damn it!
If it had known that such a Devil Head was guarding Hengshan Ferry.
It would rather have been struck dead by lightning than run a single step in this direction!
"You Devil Head!!!"
The Demon King let out a mournful roar, no longer caring about anything else, and turned to flee.
However.
It was too late.
Boom—
The saber light descended.
With a destructive force that swept away everything, it effortlessly sliced through the Demon King's proud and formidable Physical Body.
It sliced through the thick scales covered in barbs.
It sliced through the tough flesh.
It sliced through the iron-like bones.
Pfft—!!!
A line of blood, starting from the Demon King's hideous snout, extended straight backward.
All the way to its tail!
Splash—!
A loud sound broke the dead silence.
The massive Demon body, spanning the river, was neatly split into two from the middle.
Two halves of the corpse, accompanied by boiling Demon blood spraying everywhere, heavily crashed into the river.
Stirring up a hundred zhang of bloody waves!
A torrential rain of blood poured down.
Staining the turbid river water of Hengshan Ferry a shocking crimson.
And above the churning bloody waves.
A slender figure in dark attire, treading on the waves as if on flat ground.
Near the Hengshan Ferry camp, it was incredibly quiet.
Whether it was Chen Gong in the watchtower, or the hundreds of Demon Suppression Guardss on the shore clutching their weapons.
Even Yue Huaiyuan in the distance, all stood frozen in place.
They looked up at the figure in the center of the river, bathed in the rain of blood.
Her black hair like ink, her tight-fitting clothes fluttering.
She stood there quietly.
The surging river water beneath her feet seemed to gain sentience.
Gently supporting her, not daring to be presumptuous in the slightest.
Above the river.
Although the River-Flipping Demon King's Physical Body was cut into two, the terrifying vitality of a Seed Lotus Realm great Demon prevented it from dying immediately.
"Roar..."
The originally hideous Demon head, at this moment, transformed into a human head with white hair and beard amidst a distorted demonic light.
Along with half of its remaining body, it desperately tried to drill underwater.
As long as... as long as it could leave this place.
With the Yao Race's recovery ability, it would only take a thousand years to return to its Peak!
"Not dead yet?"
Jiang Yuechu murmured indifferently.
She casually flicked her hand, and the Cold Moon long saber in her grip spun a saber flower in the air.
The next instant.
The young girl's figure suddenly vanished, transforming into a mournful gust of wind, sweeping across the waves.
Clang—!
A Zhanblue saber light precisely cut across the river surface.
Pfft!
Half a human head shot into the sky.
Jiang Yuechu reached out and grabbed.
She seized the flying head.
Her other hand, transformed into a blade, fiercely stabbed in.
Pfft!
Only at this moment.
Did the River-Flipping Demon King completely lose its life.
Reverting to its massive Demon body, it sank to the bottom of the river.
[Killed a Seed Lotus Realm creature, gained eight thousand six hundred forty-seven years of Dao Cultivation]
"Phew... it truly is a Seed Lotus Realm Demon, I didn't expect it to have such life-saving methods..."
Then she noticed the prompt on the panel.
Eight thousand six hundred forty-seven years... Jiang Yuechu's face, which had been somewhat pale from the immense exertion, finally showed a faint smile.
Whoosh—
In the distant high sky, two figures finally arrived late.
Granny Liu and Old Wang hovered above Hengshan Ferry.
The two top Mountain Gazing Realm experts of Great Tang were now speechless...Suzhou Prefecture, Demon Suppression Dusi Headquarters.
Inside the spacious main hall, the atmosphere was peculiar.
It was clearly a great victory.
Logically, it should have been a celebration with gongs and drums, toasting and revelry.
But at this moment, it was incredibly quiet.
Dozens of Deputy Generals and Brigade Commanders of the Jiangdong Military Commission, as well as several Silver Robe Inspectors, all kept their eyes down, not daring to breathe loudly.
Everyone's gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, drifted towards a chair on the left side of the main hall.
In a neat dark-colored outfit, with slight damage to the cuffs, which still could not hide the fair skin beneath.
She was holding a cup of hot tea, sipping it in small mouthfuls, her expression serene, as if she were a girl next door who had just returned from an outing.
If not for the long saber casually leaning against the chair leg, faintly exuding a terrifying cold Evil Qi.
Who would believe that such an innocent-looking young girl had personally slain a Seed Lotus Realm great Demon today?!
In the main seat.
Lu Jingchun picked up his teacup, using the motion of drinking tea to conceal his trembling hand.
He looked up again, his gaze darting over the rim of the cup, secretly glancing at the slender figure.
This was already the tenth time in half a cup of tea.
As the Commander of the Jiangdong Military Commission, a high-ranking official of the Seed Lotus Realm, he considered himself to have seen many great storms.
But today's storm was simply too great.
"Lord Lu."
The young girl's clear and cold voice suddenly rang out.
"Pfft—"
Lu Jingchun's hand trembled, almost spitting out a mouthful of hot tea, and quickly put down the teacup, sitting up straight.
"Inspector Jiang... Jiang, what are your instructions?"
Jiang Yuechu put down her teacup, looking at the Commander with some surprise.
"Do I have flowers on my face?"
"No... no, it's just... it's just that Inspector Jiang's battle was truly..."
He pondered for a long time, unable to find the words to describe it.
Although he hadn't witnessed the splendor of that strike with his own eyes.
But listening to Yue Huaiyuan's vivid description, coupled with the extremely peculiar expressions of the three golden robe adults.
Even a fool would know that it was no ordinary method.
Seventeen years old... after this battle, Jiang Yuechu's name would truly resound throughout Great Tang.
A seventeen-year-old girl.
With the body of a Dianmo Realm, she counter-slashed a Seed Lotus Realm!