Billowing demon clouds shrouded half of the walls of Poyang City.
Most of the roof of the Demon Suppression Dusi Yamen, a symbol of the imperial court's majesty, had been crushed.
Rubble lay everywhere, and the dust didn't even dare to rise, only able to scatter close to the ground.
Hundreds of Demon Suppression elites dressed in cloud-patterned black shirts gathered from all directions; from afar, they looked like a swarm of black ants unable to lift their heads under the blood-colored sky.
Usually, these black-clothed death gods patrolled the streets and alleys with their hands on their blades, their mere presence enough to stop a child's crying.
At this moment, under that sky full of red light, they appeared so weak and helpless.
Crimson Scale Demon Venerable's eyelids drooped slightly as his indifferent gaze swept across the area below.
"..."
Wang Hong stared at the figure above him that resembled a demon god and slowly drew his long blade.
He had thought about dying.
He just hadn't expected to be this powerless.
He feared he wouldn't even have the chance to strike.
The overwhelming Aura alone was enough to make one's knees go soft.
"Whew..."
A long sigh.
Yue Huaiyuan slowly straightened his back, a pitch-black spear held firmly in his palm.
Golden dragon patterns were wound around the shaft of the spear, with a faint light flowing through them; it was clearly no ordinary item.
"Big Fool Wang, it seems we won't be able to enjoy our drinks today."
"If we can't enjoy them today, then in the next life, I'll find you for a drink again!"
"Good!"
Yue Huaiyuan laughed heartily.
At the same time.
Zzzt, zzzt, zzzt—
A young man in Taoist robes took a step forward.
Zhang Daoxuan's face was as gloomy as water, and his originally clear eyes were now surging with lightning.
"Though my cultivation is shallow, I know that exorcising demons and defending the Dao is my duty."
"Today..."
"Unless I perish, I will never allow this Prodigy to set foot in Poyang!"
Behind him.
A slightly slender figure also stepped forward silently.
Xie Tinglan's face was pale.
He was only in the Core Formation Realm.
Under such terrifying pressure, just standing there had exhausted all his strength.
Yet he still reached out and slowly unslung the Twin halberds from his back.
The four of them stood side by side.
An old general, a brute, a Taoist, and a youth.
Even if the opponent was a Mountain Gazing Great Demon.
Even if their cultivation was weak in comparison.
Although it seemed most likely they wouldn't be able to stop him today.
They were the only ones who could stand in the way... In the sky, dark red surged.
The clouds, which were already suffocating, suddenly became several times thicker.
The red-armored figure slowly descended dozens of meters in front of the crowd.
So brazen and unscrupulous.
Clearly, he did not take them seriously.
"Attack!"
A thunderous shout shattered the dead silence.
Yue Huaiyuan shook his black spear, and his Aura of Perfection in the Ink-Dipping Realm was unleashed without reservation, burning to its limit.
The three people behind him also lunged forward, charging against the tide.
But just at that moment.
A brilliant golden rainbow arrogantly tore through the blood-red sky.
Boom—!!!
The earth roared, and dust billowed.
The four who had just rushed out a few steps felt a tightness in their chests, as if they had been lightly kicked.
Their bodies retreated uncontrollably.
Before they could even recover.
Amidst the flying dust, a cold voice reached their ears.
"All of you, stay back. Don't get in the way here."
Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, Xie Tinglan suddenly looked up, his whole body trembling with excitement.
This voice... This voice!!!
Beside him, Yue Huaiyuan's eyes widened, and his heroic spirit of facing death instantly dissipated as he blurted out:
"Is it Girl Jiang?!"
As soon as he spoke.
The old general's face turned pale, and he quickly raised his hands to cover his mouth tightly.
What a sin... Now she has acknowledged her ancestors and returned to her clan, changing her name and surname.
She is the Grand Princess, a member of the imperial family.
How could he still call her by such a name!
Crimson Scale Demon Venerable raised his eyelids, also somewhat puzzled.
Sensing the Aura on the other person.
Such a young Mountain Gazing Realm... a hint of surprise arose in his heart.
When did the Great Tang produce such a figure?
Crimson Scale Demon Venerable put away his previous carelessness, red mist surging around him as if facing a great enemy, and spoke in a deep voice:
"You are..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
A figure flickered before his eyes.
Crimson Scale Demon Venerable instinctively wanted to retreat, but a plain white palm suddenly appeared in his sight.
Jiang Yuechu's fingers suddenly exerted force, grabbing the Crimson Scale Demon Venerable's head; her knee, already poised, struck his face with immense power!
The terrifying Physical Body of the Yang Mountain Martial Venerable made the Demon Venerable feel despair.
In just a single encounter.
The red scales on his face shattered, and crimson demon blood flew everywhere.
"Damn... Stop it..."
Before the slurred words could leave his mouth, the girl's fingers released his head and instead clamped around his neck.
Then her knee rose again.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three consecutive knee and elbow strikes landed precisely on his abdomen.
The Demon Venerable's eyes bulged, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed out.
Until the final whip kick struck heavily against his forehead.
Boom—
Crimson Scale Demon Venerable was like a projectile kicked away, flying out.
Carrying the undissipated force, he crashed directly into the back hall of the Dusi, which was already half-destroyed.
Thud—
Dust rose everywhere, and debris flew.
Rubble flew about, and beams snapped.
His fate was unknown.
"..."
The wind swept away the clouds.
Everyone watching from a distance stood frozen on the spot.
Only now.
Did everyone seem to wake from a dream and suddenly snap back to reality.
"This..."
That was a Mountain Gazing Realm Great Demon!
Just moments ago, his Aura alone had suppressed all the elites in the city.
But now... he was being pummeled like a punching bag?!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.
Who would dare to believe it?!
Who could believe it?!
"Ha... Hahahaha!!!"
Yue Huaiyuan was so excited he was incoherent.
He had always known this girl had peerless talent and would surely achieve great things in the future.
But just a few days later, seeing her again, she had actually reached the point where she could beat down a Mountain Gazing Great Demon!
He grabbed Wang Hong, who was still in a daze beside him, his face glowing with pride:
"Old Wang! Did you see that?!"
"Did you fucking see that?!"
"Believe it or not, when she was in the Region East of the River, she drank fish soup I made with my own hands... and even slew demons with me. We have a life-and-death friendship..."
Facing the old general's boasting, Wang Hong's head was buzzing.
After a long time.
His lips moved dryly.
He muttered to himself.
"This..."
"Whose subordinate is this?!"
"How can she be... so fierce?!"
...A hand covered in red scales reached out from the ruins, firmly gripping a broken beam as thick as a person's embrace, using it to slowly stand straight.
Crimson Scale Demon Venerable twisted his neck and looked down at his body.
His Red-gold chainmail was somewhat deformed, and a large section of the chest was caved in.
"Whew..."
Crimson Scale Demon Venerable exhaled a breath of turbid air mixed with blood.
There was no anger.
Instead, there was a hint of excitement.
Jiang Yuechu's brow furrowed slightly in confusion.
Clearly, this guy's flight speed was very fast just now.
Why was his reaction time so slow?
"You seem... a bit weak?"
A simple sentence.
Yet it was filled with utter contempt.
Crimson Scale Demon Venerable was slightly stunned.
Then.
His shoulders shook.
"Heh... hehe... Hahahahaha—!!!"
He suddenly threw his head back, golden flames erupting in his eyes.
He had to admit that the girl before him, despite her young age, had already stepped into the Mountain Gazing Realm and possessed such terrifying strength.
Looking at the entire Human Race... she could be called a rare and peerless Prodigy.
"How many years has it been... the feeling of being so looked down upon... it really is..."
"Something I missed!!!"
Crimson Scale Demon Venerable slowly closed his eyes.
"But... you should know that within the Yao Race, I am..."