Chapter 209: Wind Spirit Monster General, the Sealed Object

"Chuyang gege, what's wrong?"

Shang Hongxue suddenly sensed something, looked toward the distance; her strength was lacking, she felt a clue but didn't know what happened.

Chen Chuyang laughed and shook his head: "Nothing."

"It's just that a demon beast went mad."

Shang Hongxue blinked, not fully grasping what Chuyang gege meant.

Chen Qinger beside her was also baffled; she woke from her contemplation, heard this, and didn't understand.

Her progress in the Five Elements Sword Technique improved; she also formed a preliminary plan for condensing the Five Elements Sword Intent. Previously clueless, after watching Chen Chuyang practice sword once, she knew where to begin and what to do.

What was lacking in condensing the Five Elements Sword Intent was an idea, a rough model; with the model she could proceed step by step, gradually incorporating her own insights, making it her own.

This observation laid the foundation for her future.

Chen Qinger was no longer lost; having a goal, she knew how to act and how to achieve it.

"Could something go wrong?" Chen Qinger knew well that anything capable of making Chuyang gege frown certainly wouldn't be weak.

A mad demon beast powerhouse is extremely dangerous.

Even demon generals don't catch Chuyang gege's eye; then what level is that demon beast?

Chen Chuyang didn't answer her, but was slightly surprised; that woman changed course, heading for Longshe Shan.

No longer heading toward Longshe Cheng, she instantly changed direction.

"Is she coming for me?"

That's fine; at least Longshe Cheng won't suffer an attack.

If that demon general goes mad, the consequences would be severe.

"Interesting, interesting—come if you will; I'd like to see just how strong you are."

The woman didn't change direction for no reason; she felt Chen Chuyang's gaze and thus came this way.

Obviously, that woman is no ordinary person either.

"Chuyang gege, are the demon beasts coming for us?"

Shang Hongxue was a bit worried; Longshe Shan isn't safe either, with so many people around—what if…

"Don't worry, with Chuyang gege here, no one can hurt you."

"Don't run around; I'll go and come back quickly."

Shang Hongxue worriedly said, "Chuyang gege, be careful."

As he waved his hand, the person before him vanished.

Chen Qinger blinked; she didn't see how Chen Chuyang disappeared, nor did she know what method he used to leave.

He lowered his head, raised it— the person was gone.

In Longshe Cheng, Chen Yuan, who was about to meet the enemy, saw Jing Yuheng change course and head for Longshe Shan.

That demon general also changed direction, pursuing Jing Yuheng.

To that demon general, Longshe Cheng was irrelevant.

Jing Yuheng was the demon general's true target; Chen Yuan frowned, "Jing Yuheng, and that demon general…"

Chen Yuan recognized Jing Yuheng, but the demon general did not recognize him.

But at that moment, his back was drenched in sweat.

The Wind Spirit Monster General's pressure on him was overwhelming; even before moving, it left him mentally and physically exhausted.

Shang Yingnian beside him said in a low voice, "They've headed for Longshe Shan; should we go help?"

His son and daughter are on Longshe Shan; Shang Yingnian can't help but be anxious.

"Let's go, follow them."

The two didn't hesitate, they chased after them directly.

Longshe Shan must not have any trouble.

Both knew this concerned the future of their two families.

After the Shang and Chen clans sealed their marriage alliance, Shang Yingnian naturally understood the importance of Longshe Shan.

For his daughter and son, he also had to go.

Dark clouds covered the sky.

A terrifying aura spread; wherever it passed, no one dared to raise their head.

The Wind Spirit Monster General fixed its gaze on Jing Yuheng and let out a sharp cry.

"Jing Yuheng."

A piercing scream rang out; countless wind blades sliced the earth, countless trees fell, and the ground was split into several pieces.

Even a mountain peak was cleaved in two by the wind blades.

A figure descended from the sky, ethereal, landing steadily before Jing Yuheng.

It was a handsome man wearing a cloak woven of feathers, various colored feathers woven into the cloak, quite flamboyant.

A effeminate man, with no trace of a demon beast.

He raised his hand, pointing at Jing Yuheng.

"Hand it over, or die."

Jing Yuheng held a long spear, lightning flashing, her whole body entwined with lightning.

Weak as she was, her face pallid, she still thrust out a spear.

The spear is named the Thunder God Spear, a lower-grade spiritual artifact, and it is her weapon.

The woman who prefers spears over red attire thrusts her spear like a dragon; a thunderous lightning dragon tears at the Wind Spirit Monster General.

The Wind Spirit Monster General scoffed, "Mere lightning—not worth worrying about."

Wind comes.

A wind blade sliced away, the thunder dragon let out a mournful cry, and split in two.

The Wind Spirit Monster General, body like wind, drifted to Jing Yuheng's side and lightly patted with a palm.

Bang.

Jing Yuheng's body flew tens of meters, slammed hard into the earth, blasting out a huge pit, dust and smoke rising.

The Wind Spirit Monster General waved a hand, and the dust and smoke dispersed.

The pit was revealed, inside, empty of anyone.

Behind, lightning flashed.

The long spear reached the back of the head.

The Wind Spirit Monster General scoffed: "Useless, in speed you are no match for this general."

It was an illusion.

It was not the true body.

Jing Yuheng's heart skipped, wanting to pull back his hand, but it was already too late.

Beside him, another figure appeared.

The Wind Spirit Monster General's right hand clenched into a fist and slammed down.

Boom—

The ground collapsed, sinking more than a meter.

Immediately, countless feather wind blades crisscrossed the ground.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh

Dust and smoke enveloped them.

Wind came, dust and smoke cleared.

In the pit, Jing Yuheng's body knelt on the ground, hands supporting the long spear, his body covered in blood.

Transparent feathers, one by one, dissipated in the wind.

Feathers condensed from monster aura were like blades.

"Jing Yuheng, hand over the sealed object, and I'll spare your life."

"Otherwise, even if you are the Vice Commander of the Black Dragon Guard, this general will still kill you."

Between the Monster Race and humanity, they are mortal enemies by nature.

They and the Black Dragon Guard of the Great Qi Dynasty share a deep, bloody grudge.

However, cultivators of their level still have reservations when they clash.

"Impossible."

Jing Yuheng staggered to her feet, her whole body drenched in blood, yet heroic and vigorous.

"The sealed object cannot be given to you; this is the Black Dragon Guard's property, you cannot take it."

"Cough cough cough."

"Wind Spirit Monster General, this is the territory of the Great Qi Dynasty; the Black Dragon Guard will arrive soon, and you will fall here."

The Wind Spirit Monster General, hearing this, frowned: "Stubborn and ignorant."

"This general despises humans like you, who are full of themselves."

"Bang."

He flashed his body, lifted his leg, and kicked Jing Yuheng away.

This time, Jing Yuheng could not get up again.

Lying on the ground, he continuously vomited blood.

"If they wanted to save you, they would have acted long ago; why wait until now?"

"This general's belongings are not something you can take."

Jing Yuheng, hearing this, changed expression.

She naturally understood this principle; the Wind Spirit Monster General swaggered into the human world, hunting her for so long, yet no one intervened.

The Black Dragon Guard seemed to have vanished, and the experts of the Great Qi Dynasty also showed no movement.

There must be something wrong here.

She had no choice but to head toward Longshe Cheng.

The Great Qi Dynasty is not a monolith.

There are many factions; those people could… sacrifice her for profit.

"Cough cough cough."

"Wanting to kill me, Jing Yuheng, is not that easy."

"Thunderbolt."

He roared toward the heavens, lightning flashing.

Lightning once again covered Jing Yuheng's body.

Like a war god.

Grasping the long spear, he rose again and charged.

"Thunderbolt Strike."

The spear thrust like a dragon, the thunder dragon devoured.

The Wind Spirit Monster General was devoured by the thunder dragon.

"Boom—"