"..."
Wandering Dust Master narrowed his eyes, killing intent fully exposed.
"Is it you, this Old Loach?"
"Step aside!"
"Otherwise, this Daoist will pull out your dragon tendons and peel your dragon skin today!"
The Flood Dragon Demon sighed, yet refused to retreat even a step.
"Why must the Daoist be so angry?"
"That Little Saint King merely went to the city to seek justice for my White Flood Dragon Clan. If that Human Race girl is willing to obediently accept death, the commoners of this entire city will naturally be safe."
"If the Daoist insists on intervening..."
A cold glint flashed in the Flood Dragon Demon's eyes, and the Demonic Qi around its body surged like a tidal wave.
"Then this old one's old bones will just have to accompany the Daoist to exchange a few moves above these clouds today!"
Hearing this, Wandering Dust Master's heart sank.
Although this Old Loach's abilities were not equal to his, it was, after all, a genuine Mountain Gazing Realm expert.
If he were delayed for even a moment...
The Liangzhou city below would likely have already turned into a living hell.
Wandering Dust Master took a deep breath. Azure Qi swirled around him, and a simple, ancient azure lamp faintly appeared above his Spiritual Terrace.
"Since you want to die."
"Then this Daoist... will grant your wish!"
...
Inside Liangzhou city, atop the ruins.
Dust filled the air, and wailing could be heard everywhere.
The Qiankun Demon King hovered in mid-air, his Great Halberd pointing towards the ground below.
His Golden Chainmail shone brilliantly, just like a Heavenly God descending from the heavens.
Yet, there was not a shred of mercy in his eyes; they were filled with brutality.
"There is half an incense stick of time left."
In the backyard of the Dusi.
Wei He had already drawn his blade, but his arm trembled slightly due to the terrifying pressure.
"Damn it... Lotus Cultivation Demon King..."
He felt increasingly powerless.
First, there were two Lotus Cultivation White Flood Dragon kings.
Now, another one had appeared.
He was merely a Core Formation Realm cultivator...
Could he truly help alleviate the crisis in Longyou?
Xu Changfeng was also pale, gripping his long sword tightly.
Only You Wujiang, though his expression was solemn, remained relatively calm.
The next second.
True Qi surged around him, a sword shadow faintly emerged behind him, and he prepared to step forward.
Suddenly.
A fair hand pressed onto his shoulder.
You Wujiang was startled and looked back.
He saw Jiang Yuechu with a calm expression, gently shaking her head.
"He is here for me."
You Wujiang frowned: "Lord Jiang, this demon possesses the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bloodline and is not to be trifled with. Even though you have stepped into the Seed Lotus realm..."
"It is fine."
As the words fell.
The moon-white casual clothes on her body were replaced with black robes with black patterns.
The golden Beast head was placed on her right shoulder.
The red cloak swirled and was buckled into the Beast's mouth.
"Wei He."
"This subordinate is here!"
"Gather the brothers of the Demon Suppression Division and settle the commoners."
"My Lord..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
Boom!
The young girl's figure shot into the sky like an arrow released from a bowstring.
Clang—
The blade hummed like a dragon's roar.
Cold light flashed.
Without any warning.
When she appeared again.
She was already three feet above the Qiankun Demon King's head.
Holding the blade with both hands, she struck down with the force of a mountain-splitting blow!
White Tiger Geng Metal Blade!
The brilliant blade aura, dozens of meters long, carried the sharpness to sever everything and crashed down.
"How bold!"
The Qiankun Demon King did not expect the opponent to take the initiative, and to be so fast.
However, though surprised, he was not flustered.
He held his Great Halberd horizontally above his head.
Clang—!!!
The sound of metal clashing caused countless commoners below to cover their ears and scream.
Sparks flew everywhere.
The Qiankun Demon King felt his arms go numb, and his figure was forced down by three zhang by this single strike.
"You have some strength!"
Ferocious light erupted in the Qiankun Demon King's eyes.
Not only was he not angry, but his ferocity was stirred up.
"However..."
"If that is all you are capable of, you will surely die today!"
Boom!
The wings behind his back flapped violently.
The Qiankun Demon King's figure turned into a golden line, instantly disappearing from Jiang Yuechu's field of vision.
So fast!
Jiang Yuechu's pupils contracted slightly.
Before she could react.
A malicious wind blew from behind her head.
The Qiankun Demon King had circled behind her at some point, his Great Halberd piercing towards her back like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave.
"Die!"
At the critical moment.
Jiang Yuechu did not turn around.
She merely let the red cloak behind her billow up violently.
Dragon Transformation Scripture!
Primordial Unity Qi Art!
Plus the talent of the Golden Body of Filthy Earth.
Ding!
The Great Halberd pierced her back, emitting the crisp sound of metal clashing.
Although she blocked this fatal blow.
The terrifying impact still sent Jiang Yuechu flying.
Like a meteor, she smashed heavily into the ground.
Boom—
The earth trembled once more.
Wei He and the others turned pale.
How is this possible?
What kind of existence was Jiang Yuechu?
Just a few days ago, she had fought two Lotus Cultivation Demon Kings alone and remained unscathed!
But now.
After just one exchange.
She had fallen into a disadvantage?
High in the sky.
The Qiankun Demon King's wings vibrated slightly, stirring up a roaring gale.
He did not rush to pursue, but looked down from above, his golden eyes filled with mockery.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng lineage was renowned for its extreme speed.
Even if Jiang Yuechu's Physical Body was strong and her strength great.
If she couldn't hit it, it was all for nothing.
"Is that all you've got?"
The Qiankun Demon King sneered, twirling his Great Halberd casually.
"If that is the extent of your ability, then today, I will gladly accept your head."
Hearing this, You Wujiang could no longer endure it.
As a leading figure of the younger generation of the Great Tang, he had his own pride.
How could he tolerate this fur-clad and horned Beast acting so rampantly on his own country's soil?
"Junior Sister."
You Wujiang took a deep breath, his voice low.
"You should also go and hide, no matter what happens..."
"Do not come out."
Ji Shuyu's small face was pale, and she just reached out to pull her Senior Brother's sleeve.
But she saw You Wujiang had already burst out.
Boom—!!!
In an instant.
The void behind him distorted, and a faint sword shadow emerged.
Immediately after.
Clang—!!!
The long sword on his back was unsheathed.
The pale white sword light, like a swimming dragon emerging from the water, circled and danced around his body.
"Go!"
You Wujiang pressed his fingers together and pointed from afar.
Ang—!!!
A high-pitched dragon roar resounded through the sky.
The sword body vibrated, instantly splitting into thousands of sword shadows.
Finally.
Ten thousand swords returned to one.
Transforming into a crystal-clear silver jade dragon several zhang long, it bit down fiercely.
The Qiankun Demon King was about to dive down.
Suddenly, he sensed a malicious wind from his side.
Glancing with his peripheral vision, he saw a silver light like electricity, arriving in an instant.
"A grain of rice trying to shine like a pearl?"
The Qiankun Demon King sneered, not even bothering to defend with his Great Halberd.
He simply vibrated his body slightly, and the Golden Chainmail on his body suddenly shone with ten thousand rays of golden light.
Clang—!!!
The silver dragon let out a mournful cry.
It shattered instantly, turning into silver light spots filling the sky.
The light spots gathered, re-condensing into a simple long sword.
But the sword's light was dim, as if it had suffered heavy damage.
Whoosh—
The long sword flew back, embedding itself deeply into the ground in front of You Wujiang, the sword body trembling unceasingly.
In mid-air.
The Qiankun Demon King slowly lowered his head and glanced at his chest.
A shallow white mark was left on his chest.
But it was merely a white mark.
He extended a finger covered in golden scales and flicked that mark gently.
Ding.
Crisp and melodious.
"Heh..."
"Do you really take this King for some bumpkin crawling out of a mountain ravine in the Western Regions?"
The Qiankun Demon King pointed to the chainmail on his body and said proudly.
"This King is a descendant of the Golden-Winged Great Peng!"
"Born divine, with a noble Bloodline!"
"Since my elders let me come out to wander, how could they let me leave empty-handed?"
"This is my clan's treasure artifact, forged from the copper of the First Mountain, refined with star essence, and tempered by my clan's elders with True Fire for forty-nine years before it was completed!"
"Let alone a small Seed Lotus cultivator like you."
"Even if that Lamp-Lighting Martial Saint came, with a full-force strike, he wouldn't be able to harm me in the slightest!"