Among the pile of broken wood and scattered stones.
The old man struggled to lift his eyelids, looking around in horror.
The Wuxiang Lineage, although it sat on the sidelines among the Twenty-Five Orthodox Lineages,
was still a legitimate Dao Lineage by birth!
He had cultivated for thousands of years and held the title of Immortal Master; how could his deep foundation be compared to an ordinary, self-taught Ascending the Tower expert?
Even though he had previously witnessed that woman's terrifying momentum at the Imperial City,
and although he felt apprehensive, he did not think he was a soft persimmon that could be easily crushed.
If he used all his methods and went all out... it might not be impossible to escape her hands.
He might even be able to contend with her for a bit.
But right now.
Just five seemingly ordinary Flying Swords
had instantly stripped his Physical Body of any room for resistance!
The dust flew and slowly settled.
Though his vision was blurry, he could see several figures slowly stepping in through the inn's main door.
The one leading was a Girl in Black Robes.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains painted in ink, and her eyes were like the rippling waters of autumn.
Most striking, however, was her slightly raised chin.
It was like carved white jade, or congealed fine fat.
It was as if all things in this world would feel ashamed of their own inferiority before that snow-like curve.
Behind her followed a delicately carved Daoist boy, as well as an old man and a youth.
However, although that old man and youth had taken human form, the prominent dragon and ox horns on their foreheads clearly revealed their identities as demons.
The old man pinned to the ground, seeing such an odd combination, failed to react for a moment and was stunned on the spot.
This... what kind of setup was this?
Wasn't the Great Tang a Human Race Dynasty?
Why were there such fierce Great Demons here?
And... weren't there a large number of so-called Demon Suppression Division people below just now?
The demons are right in my face, why aren't you doing anything!!!
Before he could figure it out.
"What are you all standing around for?!"
The Old Scarlet Flood Dragon suddenly shouted.
While gesturing for the large group of black-clad Demon Suppression Guards pouring in behind him to surround the area completely, he hunched his back and leaned in toward Jiang Yuechu.
His old face was covered in wrinkles as he smiled with extreme fawning.
"Take it slow, watch your step... Someone! Hurry up and clear this place for Your Highness! If Your Highness is disturbed, watch out that His Majesty doesn't skin you alive!"
The Demon Suppression Guards shuddered at this shout; they knew these demons were brought back by Her Highness, and hearing him invoke His Majesty... how could they dare to delay.
They hurriedly began to clear the area in a frantic mess.
To the side, Running Ox watched with a deep frown.
This old loach... he really had practiced the art of flattery to his very bones.
It snorted somewhat disdainfully and muttered in a low voice, "It's one thing to follow her yourself, but why bring so many low-level trash..."
Not even a single Mountain Gazing realm among them.
In a fight of this level, they probably wouldn't even count as cannon fodder.
What use was bringing them here other than taking up space?
Hearing this.
The Old Scarlet Flood Dragon, who was busy currying favor, glared back: "You stupid ox, you dare call our Great Tang Demon Suppression Division trash?!"
Running Ox was stunned by this shout.
Immediately, as if thinking of something, its black face instantly turned pale.
It subconsciously looked at Jiang Yuechu, who was walking ahead.
He saw the girl's footsteps pause slightly, though she didn't look back.
However, the air pressure around her had clearly dropped several degrees.
Oh no!
This Great Tang Demon Suppression Division was this Jinx's own people!
By insulting the whole group, hadn't he insulted this Jinx as well?
"I... I didn't mean that..."
Running Ox hurriedly waved its hands, stammering, "I meant... I meant..."
It hesitated for a long time without managing to squeeze out a single word.
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly and rolled her eyes at the two demons.
Then she didn't bother to pay them any more attention.
She walked straight toward the two people pinned to the ground.
Seeing the Jinx walk away.
The Old Scarlet Flood Dragon finally straightened his back.
He glanced sideways at Running Ox, who was still standing there at a loss.
Truly a brainless, stupid demon.
What use was having nothing but brute strength?
If you don't know how to judge the situation or how to please your master, you're destined to pull a millstone sooner or later.
Although this was his first time being someone's dog,
having lived this long, even if he hadn't eaten pork, had he not seen a pig run?
Back then, he had seen what kind of pomp and ceremony a real Demon Emperor had when going out.
Surrounded by followers, with banners blotting out the sun.
For such a figure, when going out to do business, the most important thing was 'face'.
If you were alone, even if your strength reached the heavens, it would look shabby and beneath your status.
These Demon Suppression Guards were a bit weak.
They certainly couldn't help much if a real fight broke out.
But if there wasn't even anyone to wave flags, shout, and provide a crowd... then when Her Highness won this fight, who would cheer? Who would spread the word?
Wouldn't that prestige be greatly diminished?
This kind of subtle thinking was something this stupid ox probably wouldn't grasp even if it cultivated for tens of thousands of years.
Thinking of this.
The Old Scarlet Flood Dragon felt increasingly proud.
He straightened his clothes and coughed lightly.
He said to Running Ox with earnest significance: "You should learn!"
After saying that.
Regardless of whether that black ox understood or not.
He quickly lifted the hem of his long robe and followed her at a trot.
"Wait for this old servant... Who the hell spat here?! This old servant will wipe the ground for you first, don't let it defile your shoes!"
"..."
...Watching the girl get closer and closer.
The old man was terrified to death, yet he still harbored a bit of hope.
As a member of a Dao Lineage, where did he go that he wasn't respected?
Even this fierce person of the Great Tang would have to show some consideration for the face of a Dao Lineage, right?
So he forced a breath and shouted hoarsely:
"Wait!!"
"This seat is Immortal Master Cangxuan of the Wuxiang Lineage!"
"Since you know the name of the Dao Lineage, how dare you..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
Boom—
A muffled sound.
Dust billowed.
A black boot stepped heavily onto that wrinkled old face.
It stomped the second half of his nonsense, along with a mouthful of teeth, right back into his stomach.
The girl looked down from above, her black robes billowing, and said indifferently: "Actually, I gave you a chance."
If they were truly sensible, they should have packed their things and gotten lost as soon as they saw her return.
Since they didn't want to leave with dignity.
Then... everyone stays.
"Junior, you go too far!!"
A roar of rage exploded from beneath her foot.
Boom—
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted.
Behind the old man, the Void Realm twisted.
An entirely azure Primordial Spirit rose from the ground.
With disheveled hair, it looked like a crazed demon.
As soon as the Primordial Spirit condensed.
The left hand immediately formed a seal, his fingertips creating a series of afterimages.
"Hundred Rivers Returning to the Source, Spirit Dragon Incantation!"
Then his right sleeve swept out in a furious motion.
"Die!!"
Boom—
Rolling azure mist surged, converging into an Azure Angry Flood Dragon.
Its scales and claws were grim, and a fishy wind blew.
It opened its bloody maw and, carrying sky-high hatred, lunged down toward the girl!