Boom—!!!
Before the words even finished.
The monstrous wave suspended mid-air had already crashed down like the Milky Way overturning.
The Qiankun Demon King was battered dizzy by the terrifying surge.
Although the Golden Chainmail could block a single strike from Randeng, under such continuous assaults, he was still having a difficult time.
"Pfft—"
A mouthful of golden demon Blood spurted out.
Before he even had time to catch his breath.
Above his head, shadow descended once more.
Jiang Yuechu stood atop the wave crest, expressionless, merely pressing her slender finger down again.
Boom—
The back wave pushed the front wave, each surge higher than the last.
If they were outside, relying on his extreme speed of soaring ninety thousand miles, such methods wouldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.
But precisely, they were confined within this space of merely ten zhang in circumference.
The Qiankun Demon King watched helplessly as another giant wave, like the collapse of the sky, pressed down.
He crossed his arms to shield his head.
His golden feathers were pressed tightly against his skin by the water pressure, leaving him utterly wretched.
"Insulting this demon too much..."
"This is truly... going too far!!!"
The Qiankun Demon King's eyes were bloodshot, almost dripping Blood.
He was a descendant of the Golden-Winged Great Peng, noble since birth. How could he tolerate such indignity?
Just as the giant wave was about to strike him.
The Qiankun Demon King suddenly raised his head and let out an extremely shrill cry.
"Huntian—!!!"
"Out—!!!"
Whoosh—!!!
A red light suddenly spewed forth from his mouth.
The red light was initially only three chi long, but it expanded upon meeting the wind.
It was actually a long, red ribbon!
The red ribbon was the color of fierce flames, brilliant like the morning glow.
Amidst the boundless white mist and turbid waves, it appeared particularly dazzling.
As if possessing intelligence, it did not try to forcefully resist the monstrous wave.
Instead, like a crimson spiritual snake, it twisted and weaved through the water, extremely agile.
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly.
Before she could react.
The red ribbon had already broken through the waves and shot straight toward her atop the crest.
"Bind!"
The Qiankun Demon King sneered, and the hand seals he held changed.
Swish swish swish—
Jiang Yuechu tried to move.
But she found that the red ribbon, though seemingly soft, was exceptionally tough.
Just a moment of hesitation.
The red ribbon had already wrapped around her ankle.
Followed by her waist, her arms... in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Yuechu was completely wrapped into a red cocoon, suspended mid-air, unable to move.
"Hahahaha!!!"
Seeing his success.
The Qiankun Demon King suddenly jumped up.
Ignoring his wretched state, he laughed wildly.
"No matter how heaven-defying your methods are, no matter how monstrous your waves!"
"Under this Heaven-Mixing Silk, you are nothing more than a turtle in a jar!"
He reached out to wipe the Blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with glee.
"This King's Minor Heaven-Mixing Silk was forged in imitation of an ancient supreme treasure!"
"Although it is merely a replica, and this King has not yet fully refined it, making it difficult to use as I please."
"But..."
The Qiankun Demon King glanced at the narrow Mirage space.
"This place is only ten zhang wide."
"This King certainly couldn't escape your waves."
"You..."
"How can you escape?!"
The Qiankun Demon King made a grabbing motion with one hand, controlling the red cocoon—which resembled a wrapped zongzi—and fiercely yanked it back.
"Get over here for this King!!!"
Jiang Yuechu felt her whole body tighten as a massive force pulled her.
Her body flew uncontrollably toward the ferocious demon silhouette.
The Qiankun Demon King held the Square-Tipped Halberd in one hand, its tip flashing with cold light, aimed straight at Jiang Yuechu's throat.
"I originally intended to leave you a complete corpse."
"But now it seems..."
"Chopping you into meat paste is the only way to satisfy the hatred in this King's heart!"
Die!!!
The great halberd, carrying the momentum of thunder, stabbed out fiercely.
At this critical juncture.
A brilliant red light erupted in Jiang Yuechu's eyes.
Several black shadows sprang out of thin air.
There were striped fierce tigers, green-faced gray wolves, Black Bears draped in kasayas, snorting wild boars, the several-zhang-tall Old White Ape, and even a White Flood Dragon.
Although their strength was clearly insufficient against a Lotus Cultivation Demon King, they showed no trace of fear.
"Roar—!!!"
The multitude of demons roared, charging fiercely toward the stabbing halberd like moths flying into a flame.
Pfft pfft pfft—
There was no suspense.
The Square-Tipped Halberd was unrivaled in sharpness.
The fierce tigers and gray wolves disintegrated upon contact, turning into pervasive Yin malevolence.
Even the thick-skinned Black Bear and wild boar only managed to hold on for half a breath before being shredded by the violent energy.
But.
When experts clash, what matters is the slightest margin.
The halberd tip paused momentarily.
That was enough.
Inside the red cocoon.
Jiang Yuechu took a deep breath.
The great Dragon along her spine erupted with crackling sounds.
The Dragon Transformation Scripture was operating at its peak.
Coupled with the immense strength of the Black Mountain Bear Lord and the body-tempering Cultivation Technique of the Primordial Unity Qi Art.
Her originally fair and delicate skin and flesh began to squirm.
Rip—!!!
A crisp sound of ripping silk.
Red cloth flew everywhere.
Jiang Yuechu stretched her limbs; her red cloak flapped loudly in the strong wind.
She looked at the astonished Demon King before her and smiled slightly.
"Did you perhaps forget..."
"I am not some squishy mage."
The Qiankun Demon King shattered the Old White Ape and the White Flood Dragon with a sweep of his halberd, his face full of confusion.
"What mage?"
Before he could figure it out.
Bang—
Five slender fingers had already clamped onto his face.
The force was so great it nearly crushed his cheekbones.
Jiang Yuechu twisted her waist, using the momentum of her descent to press the grotesque bird head and slam it fiercely into the illusory ground.
Thud—!!!
The entire Mirage space shook violently.
The Qiankun Demon King felt the world spin, his head buzzing loudly.
But he was a Demon King after all, his ferocity undiminished.
"Ah—!!!"
He roared, locking his hands back.
Frantically, he clawed at Jiang Yuechu's back.
Rip—
The red cloak was torn.
Claws capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones scraped against the faintly glowing spine, causing sparks to fly and leaving behind only a few white marks.
This woman is ridiculously tough!!!
Jiang Yuechu straddled him, completely ignoring the pain and irritation on her back.
She clenched her right hand into a fist.
Her flesh squirmed, her knuckles swelled, transforming into sharp fist-blades.
The treasured armor on this demon was indeed troublesome.
But his face... was completely exposed.
Bang!
A punch landed.
The Qiankun Demon King screamed miserably, his nose bridge collapsing, and his golden beak was knocked crooked.
Bang!
Another punch.
An eyeball burst, and golden Blood splattered.
The force of the punches was like rain, heavy and powerful.
Golden feathers mixed with flesh and Blood flew wildly throughout the small space.
Initially.
The Qiankun Demon King could still struggle and curse incessantly.
Gradually.
Only unconscious spasms remained.
He struggled to open his swollen eyelids, looking at the malevolent deity before him.
This Little Saint King, who prided himself on his noble Bloodline and viewed all beings as ants.
In the face of death.
Ultimately revealed his true, cowardly nature.
"Don't... don't kill me..."
His voice was weak, mixed with bloody foam pouring from his mouth, indistinct.
Jiang Yuechu did not reply.
She merely slowly raised her right hand, stained with golden Blood, and tightly clenched her fingers.
Seeing this.
The Qiankun Demon King shuddered all over, suddenly widened his eyes, and screamed hoarsely:
"You cannot kill me—!!!"
"I am the direct Bloodline descendant of the Golden-Winged Great Peng! I have a major background! I have great fortune!"
As if to increase his bargaining chips for survival, his speech was extremely rapid, afraid that if he slowed down even for a moment, the fist would fall.
"My mother is Randeng Demon Sage! My father is an unparalleled mighty figure who has been in seclusion for ten thousand years, only a step away from ascending the tower!"
Upon reaching this point.
The fear in his eyes seemed to dissipate somewhat.
As if by invoking these two powerful backers, no one in this world would dare touch a hair on him.
"If you kill me... the consequences... not only you, but even the entire Great Tang, won't be able to bear them!"
Hearing this.
Jiang Yuechu's movement paused slightly.
Seeing her stop, the Qiankun Demon King rejoiced inwardly.
He was about to strike while the iron was hot and promise some benefits.
But he saw the red-cloaked girl slowly lean down.
Two crystal-clear Dragon horns emitted a soul-stirring faint glow in the darkness.
She stretched out her hand and gently patted the Qiankun Demon King's already deformed cheek.
The motion was gentle, yet utterly humiliating.
"Listen carefully."
Jiang Yuechu straightened up, her damaged red cloak flapping without wind.
"This Princess is Eldest Princess Grand Princess of the Great Tang, the Li Clan's eldest direct descendant, commissioned by Heaven."
"The Nine Provinces and Four Seas are all territories of my Li Family, and the demons across the sky are all souls slain by this Princess."
Saying this.
Her gaze suddenly turned sharp, surging with killing intent.
"Let alone a flat-feathered beast like you."
"Even if your Demon Saint mother and your tower-ascending old father came here."
"This Princess..."
"Will kill them with a single punch!"
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