Chapter 304: line with translation of chapter title: 304

304 "Those who defy orders shall be punished by the laws of heaven and earth!"

The Tiger King and Leopard King realized at the instant the ghost-head knife vanished that they had been toyed with by those few young xuan masters!

The two instantly raised their demonic power to its peak, their bodies swelling larger than two elephants.

But at this moment, Tushan Jiu and the others' magical implements had already reached them.

Unable to dodge in time and having expended a large amount of demonic power, they were struck back several steps, their massive bodies bursting with multiple cracks, blood flowing out.

The Leopard King flew into a rage, steadied his body, and swiped a claw toward Xiang Yichu on his side.

Xiang Yichu formed a seal to activate a defensive formation, and Tushan Jiu's Eight Trigrams formation also kicked in.

Although most of the force was dissipated, since it was a physical attack rather than a spell attack, he was sent flying and spat a large mouthful of blood.

"Xiang Bing Shan!"

"Xiang Yichu!"

Xiang Yichu pushed himself up, casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "I'm fine!"

The one who had risen snorted a disdainful laugh, a flicker of coldness flashing in his eyes, and said, "You will surely die today!"

Having said that, he formed seals with both hands, chanting, "Xuan binds the three souls, Yin draws the seven spirits, spirit threads enter the body, the flesh obeys my command!"

As his words fell, countless golden threads as fine as hair shot from Xiang Yichu's body, piercing the Leopard King's form in the blink of an eye.

Xiang Yichu's face turned paper-white in an instant, and he shouted, "Kill!"

At the same moment as his words, Maomao and Tushan Jiu acted.

Maomao gathered all her demonic power into her hand and struck at the Leopard King's heart, whose movements were restrained.

Tushan Jiu brandished the ghost-head knife, its blade aura carrying divine power as she slashed forward.

This strike alone consumed eighty percent of the three's cultivation.

The next second, the Leopard King's head and heart rolled to the ground.

At the same time, Maomao and Wang Dongqing, who were fully restraining the Tiger King, were flung up by the opponent's demonic power, each spitting blood, lying on the ground gasping heavily, and their magical implements fell to the ground.

It was obvious that they had nearly exhausted their internal qi, managing to slay only one Leopard King.

The Tiger King, his breath also uneven, laughed at the sight and said, "Heh, you've actually removed an internal worry for me!"

The Tiger King shifted his form, becoming human, and looked down from the platform at the five who now had little combat strength, saying, "Fine, today I'll be merciful and leave you five with intact corpses."

Tushan Jiu gave a faint smile and said, "Well, I suppose I should thank you properly, but no need for intact corpses—because—"

As she spoke, Tushan Jiu placed her hands behind her back, five small jade bottles appearing in her palm, which she silently slipped into Maomao's hand beside her, then patted her hand to signal them to divide it.

Pulling out the stopper, she swiftly poured the colorless, tasteless liquid into her mouth; instantly her inner qi surged, her cultivation instantly returned to its peak, with a faint trend of further rise.

"Who will die is still uncertain!"

She kicked the ghost-head knife off the ground with her toe, gripped the hilt, and charged forward first.

In the blink of an eye, the Tiger King's eyes widened slightly; she actually used a millennium of ghostly power to forcibly boost her cultivation—aren't they afraid of dying from exhaustion?

Tushan Jiu seemed to see what he was thinking, flashing to his side and curling her lips to say, "It's something my elders refined for me—no side effects."

The Tiger King snarled angrily, but forgot about those fragile, annoying pests of the Tushan Family!

He gathered demonic power to block her attack, while with his other hand he swung to strike Tushan Jiu.

Tushan Jiu didn't even dodge, because Maomao, hiccuping as she rushed over, had already seized that hand of the Tiger King, draining eighty percent of his demonic power; she then used the remaining twenty percent as leverage, grabbing his arms with both hands, lifting her thigh to brace against his arm, and twisted hard.

Crack!

The Tiger King let out a miserable howl, "Roar!" and reverted to his original form, flinging the two away.

But as the two flew backward, three more figures rushed forward, catching the Tiger King off guard.

Xiang Yichu once again used the puppet corpse-controlling technique to restrain the Tiger King.

In that moment of his slowed movement, Maomao went behind him, the ghost-hitting whip coiled around his hind leg and gave a hard yank, causing the Tiger King to lose balance and fall to the ground.

At the same time, Wang Dongqing's peachwood sword aimed at the Tiger King's eye, directly gouging out one of them; he then performed a backflip in midair, mounted the Tiger King, giving him no time to react, and Wang Dongqing gouged out the other eye as well.

The Tiger King let out another miserable cry.

Tushan Jiu and Maomao steadied themselves and charged forward again.

Maomao, finding a moment, muttered, "Good thing Sister Jiu set up a sound barrier beforehand—this stinky tiger's roaring is making my ears hurt!"

In pain and blinded, the Tiger King went berserk, thrashing his tail about like a headless fly.

Tushan Jiu never lets her guard down in a fight; having said she would take his life while he was weakened, she naturally wouldn't give the enemy a chance to catch their breath.

She swung her blade, using fifty percent of her cultivation to sever his tiger head.

The moment the Tiger King's head hit the ground, the five of them exchanged glances and then plopped down on the ground with a soft 'thud'.

Maomao: "I'm exhausted, this tiger is really tough to beat!"

Wang Dongqing: "Good thing we had what Xiao Jiu gave us—what did you just give us to drink, Xiao Jiu?"

The atmosphere lightened considerably, and Tushan Jiu joked, "The enemy fears."

Maomao burst out laughing with a "puchi" sound: "Hahaha, Wang Xiao Qian'er is truly stupid to the core!"

Xiang Yichu also laughed.

Tushan Jiu took out an energy drink and shared it with everyone.

When handing it to Maomao, Maomao suddenly laughed out loud.

Well, the laughter continued, each time her ultra-slow reflex arc could trigger another round of laughs.

After drinking the beverage, the five climbed to their feet, brushed off the dust, picked up the tiger's head, and kicked it straight through the barrier with one foot.

The demons outside had long sensed something amiss; they stared in shock as Tushan Jiu and her five companions walked out of the barrier, holding the heads of their demon kings, while not far away on the high platform lay a similarly severed leopard body.

Both great demon kings were slain by these five xuan masters.

They actually charged straight into the demon realm and beheaded their great demon kings, and yet at this moment their bodies are still suffused with dense qi—are they even human anymore?

Tushan Jiu and her companions did not slow their steps at all, step by step forcing the demons to retreat, with not a single one daring to step forward to block their path.

Just like that, they, a few of them, carried the tiger head and walked to the gate.

Coincidentally, at this moment, the Mountain Sprite King, who had been struck by the Old Heavenly Masters and was fleeing everywhere, crawled back from the gate into the demon realm.

Upon seeing the tiger head in Tushan Jiu's hand, he was stunned on the spot.

Without waiting for him to get up, Tushan Jiu tossed the tiger head to Mumu, then stepped on the Mountain Sprite King's back with one foot and backhandedly flung a kitchen knife in front of him.

"Mountain Sprite King, right? Do you want to live?"

That Mountain Sprite King has also exhausted most of his cultivation at this point, lacking any strength to resist, he gritted his teeth and said: "I want to live."

"Then, will you take this knife on credit?"

The Mountain Sprite King startled, hesitated, but the pressure on his chest suddenly increased, and he hurriedly said: "I'll take it on credit, I'll take it on credit!"

Wang Dongqing whistled, mocking.

The demons, unwilling, clenched their fists, each wishing they could sink into a crack in the ground.

They really hadn't expected that, after planning this invasion for so long, they would actually lose so easily to the human mystics.

Tushan Jiu glanced at the demons, then lowered her gaze to the Mountain Sprite King beneath her feet—no prophecy, only command.

"The preliminary transaction has been achieved."

"Using you as a medium, I bind all the myriad beings of the demon realm; the hundred-year agreement is annulled, and the eternal agreement takes effect from today!"

"Those who defy the order will be punished by the laws of heaven and earth!"