Chapter 32: You Greatly Underestimate the Daoist Sir

"Myriad Soul Banner? Formed from countless vengeful spirits or yin energy through sacrificial refinement—actually this is such a yin‑evil thing."

"Duan De had seen many graves; his understanding of yin energy was insufficient, yet at a glance he recognized the origin of that torn banner."

"Using the lingering yin energy from the bronze ship to refine this thing, no wonder they want to occupy this place."

"Yang Zhu had already guessed roughly; since it's indeed so, it must not be allowed to remain."

"Hmph! It's not yet certain who is stronger."

"The purple‑skinned man thrust a seal into it; the Myriad Soul Banner was swiftly activated, its power suddenly surged, and a chilling, icy breath came rushing over."

"Ah! Countless ghosts surged out of the black mist; a bright scarlet sigil appeared on their foreheads, exuding a yin‑cold chill; they gathered together, forming even more skeletons."

"In an instant the heavens and earth grew overcast; immediately the yin wind howled, and fine black rain drifted down, accompanied by intense killing intent."

"The Myriad Soul Banner waved; the huge skeleton hovered in place for a moment, then lunged to attack."

"Yang Zhu was about to act, but this guy Duan De stopped him."

"Brother Yang Zhu, let me handle this so I can also contribute."

"Yang Zhu didn't think he was being kind; clearly, upon seeing the Myriad Soul Banner, this guy's eyes went straight, burning with desire—he obviously wanted the banner."

"Wuliang Tianzun, today I, the humble Daoist, act on heaven's behalf and barely manage to capture a few of you."

"Duan De tucked his whisk into his waist, grabbed the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror with his fat hand, flipped it upward and flung it out."

"The Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror expanded from two meters, shooting purple‑gold light from both its upper and lower faces, as a huge phantom of the Eight Trigrams Mirror descended from the heavens to cover everything."

"The phantom covered the entire valley, at least several tens of zhang wide, with purple‑gold patterns shimmering; a divine pillar of light descended from it, like the dawn's first light, capable of purifying all evil."

"Ah—wow! The light pillar met the huge skeleton; amid a sizzling sound, the black qi was swiftly refined into nothing, and shrill ghostly wails and wolf howls transmitted, making listeners' scalps go numb."

"The purple‑skinned man changed his hand seal; the huge skeleton exploded suddenly, turning into several streams of miasma that corroded toward Duan De."

"You greatly underestimate the Daoist Sir."

"Duan De scoffed, shook his head, and with a flick of his Daoist robe tossed out several materials that instantly formed a spell pattern on the ground."

"The next moment, a massive mountain loomed into being, towering and majestic, reflecting off the Eight Trigrams Mirror as they both descended to suppress."

"The mountain accompanied by the light pillar bore formidable might; its powerful pressure cracked the ground and caused the ridges to collapse."

"What's going on? It sounds like a huge battle has broken out!"

"Judging by the posture, it's no simple matter."

"The enormous commotion drew the attention of nearby cultivators, who rushed over in droves to investigate."

"Ai Qin of the Heavenly Demon Sect? What background do this Daoist and that youth have, daring to provoke them?"

"This Daoist is laden with treasures; the Heavenly Demon Sect may not gain an advantage."

"Don't forget, they are famous for protecting their own."

"When they saw clearly who was fighting, they couldn't help but exclaim in awe."

"The Heavenly Demon Sect is well‑known in the surrounding area, strong in power and extremely protective of its own; ordinary people generally avoid provoking them."

"Boom! The mountain crashed down; in an instant the scattered black qi was all dispersed, the mountain's might undiminished as it continued to press down on the Myriad Soul Banner."

"The Myriad Soul Banner spun, meeting the storm and swelling to several meters; the scarlet pattern on the red banner was driven to the extreme, and its chilling aura caused the temperature of the whole space to plummet as it prepared to resist with all its might."

"With a clang, the mountain descended to press down; the two touched, emitting a clear metallic ringing like two huge chunks of metal colliding."

"The resulting surge raged like floodwaters; the kicked‑up gale carved terrifying gullies into several mountain peaks, leaving them teetering on the brink of collapse."

"The mountain seemed indestructible and immovable, yet with divine light aiding it, it gradually gained the upper hand. 'Damn! I underestimated this fat Daoist.'"

"Seeing this, Ai Qin and his two companions gritted their teeth, jointly channeling power into the Myriad Soul Banner; soon the two sides were evenly matched again."

"The Daoist Sir has arrived!"

"Taking advantage of the opponent's all‑out effort, the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror shrank to palm size, returning to Duan De's hand; he stepped forward with a healthy stride and quickly struck out several palms."

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Ai Qin and his two companions couldn't free themselves, only able to weakly raise an arm to block; but this could not withstand Duan De, and instantly the three were sent staggering back, their qi and blood surging."

"The Myriad Soul Banner, bereft of support, saw its power plummet; its pole bent under pressure, near the breaking point."

"Duan De's movements were unpredictable; each strike of his right hand holding the Eight Trigrams Mirror carried astonishing power."

"Don't let his plump appearance fool you—his movements are exceedingly agile; fighting three opponents alone, he neither loses ground nor lacks retaliation."

"They exchanged blows in rapid succession for dozens of rounds; the Myriad Soul Banner finally could not hold, and with a bang was blown away, its patterns instantly dimming."

"I'm not playing with you anymore."

"Duan De and Ai Qin were only a few meters apart; the former flung a treasure seal, smashing it toward the latter."

"Not good!"

"Because the distance was too close, Ai Qin had no time to dodge; he was struck squarely in the face with a boom like a meteorite landing, every bone in his body shattered, clinging to life."

"Afterward Duan De struck again, producing Buddhist beads, a golden bell, and an immortal‑beating staff one after another—each a top‑grade treasure."

"The remaining two could not withstand such a barrage of magical treasures; within a few rounds they were all beaten to serious injury."

"Wuliang Tianzun, be careful in your next life."

"After chanting a Daoist epithet, Duan De, holding the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Mirror, completely finished off the three."

"Finally he gathered all his treasures, reached out with a big hand to seize the Myriad Soul Banner, examined it, nodded repeatedly, and on the spot refined it and stored it away."

"Haha, this trip wasn't in vain after all; thanks also go to Brother Yang Xiao.. for showing the way."

"Only then did Duan De return to Yang Zhu's side with a satisfied smile."

"I never expected this fat Daoist to be so strong."

"Before, I truly underestimated him—even Ai Qin was defeated by his hand."

"During their fight, the number of onlookers reached over a hundred, comprising both yao and human cultivators, all of whom couldn't help but remark on the marvel."

"You don't take a single loss."

"Had it not been for the Myriad Soul Banner, this crafty fellow would have slipped away long ago."

"Who dares to kill a member of my Heavenly Demon Sect?"

I thought we had cleared the obstacles, and just as we descended into the valley's depths, a great shout came from the horizon, like thunder in the ears, shaking the valley into trembling.

Oh no, reinforcements have arrived.

Duan De sensed the killing intent in that voice and was instantly startled.

Yang Zhu gazed into the distance, sensing a powerful aura rapidly approaching, yet remained unfazed.

Soon after, a burly figure arrived, carrying a sky-full of killing intent; he gazed at the corpses of Ai Qin and the others, his eyes grim and terrifying.

Only then did Yang Zhu clearly see the comer: a towering demon over two meters tall, with wings on its back, its cyan eyes shaped like strands, its eyebrows two colored feathers, and a gorgeous afterglow beneath its eyes.

The demon stood there like a mountain, its inner demonic power boiling, its aura terrifying, killing intent surging.

(End of chapter)