Chapter 143: The Elder Takes Action Personally

"Stop pestering me! If I don't finish you off today, I'll take your surname!"

Xiong Zhentian roared, his massive bear paw carrying a gust of wind as he swiped fiercely at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi dodged nimbly, not forgetting to mock him: "Yo, Old Bear, your temper is quite big; has menopause arrived?"

"Do you want me to introduce you to an old doctor of traditional medicine to help you regulate it?"

While dodging Xiong Zhentian's attacks, he observed the terrain of the canyon.

The canyon was winding and tortuous with jagged rocks, and the cliffs on both sides were steep; it was indeed a good place that was easy to defend and hard to attack.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he discovered a narrow passage deep in the canyon, only wide enough for one person to pass through.

A plan formed in his mind, and Zhang Yi deliberately slowed his speed, running toward that passage.

He shouted loudly, "Old Bear, you can't catch me! You can't catch me!"

Xiong Zhentian was indeed provoked, roaring as he chased after him, completely failing to notice the trap ahead.

A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Yi's mouth, and with a flash of his figure, he dove into the passage.

Xiong Zhentian followed closely behind, his massive body plunging headlong into the passage, only to find himself stuck!

He struggled desperately, but he could not move at all, and could only watch helplessly as Zhang Yi stood at the other end of the passage, looking at him with a playful expression.

"Old Bear, you can't run away now, can you?"

Zhang Yi said with a smile, "Weren't you very arrogant just now? Why aren't you acting crazy now?"

Xiong Zhentian roared repeatedly, but it was to no avail.

His massive body was stuck tight, and he was completely unable to move.

Zhang Yi stopped wasting words, drew his long sword, and launched a fierce attack on Xiong Zhentian.

He unleashed exquisite sword techniques, every strike lethal, and the lightning-fast sword moves left deep wounds on Xiong Zhentian's body.

Although Xiong Zhentian possessed great strength, he could not exert it at all in the narrow space and could only passively take the beating.

He let out painful roars, but he could not escape his predicament.

……

At this moment, outside the canyon, the Elder and guards of the Demon Saint Mansion arrived.

Seeing Xiong Zhentian trapped in the passage, they all gloated, waiting to see Zhang Yi get taught a lesson by Xiong Zhentian.

The Demon Saint Mansion Elder sneered, "This brat really doesn't know what death is, daring to provoke Elder Xiong; he's dead for sure now!"

Another guard chimed in, "Exactly, Elder Xiong is a top expert of the Demon Saint Mansion; this brat is no match for him!"

However, the scene that followed made their jaws drop.

Zhang Yi's attacks became increasingly fierce, and Xiong Zhentian's roars grew weaker and weaker.

Finally, Zhang Yi seized the opportunity and severed one of Xiong Zhentian's bear paws with a single sword strike.

"Awoo!"

Xiong Zhentian let out a shrill, miserable scream, and his massive body collapsed with a boom.

Outside the canyon, the Demon Saint Mansion's Elder and guards were all stunned.

They could not believe everything that was happening before their eyes.

They had originally thought Xiong Zhentian could easily deal with Zhang Yi, but they never expected that Xiong Zhentian would suffer a crushing defeat.

Zhang Yi did not stop there; he leaped into the air, swung his sword again, and chopped off Xiong Zhentian's other bear paw as well.

"Ah!"

Xiong Zhentian let out another miserable scream, completely losing his combat effectiveness, and fell into a pool of blood.

Zhang Yi walked out of the passage, covered in blood, like a god of slaughter.

He coldly swept his gaze over the crowd outside the canyon, his eyes filled with disdain and warning.

The Great Demons of the Demon Saint Mansion looked at each other, their hearts filled with extreme terror.

They realized that Zhang Yi's strength far exceeded their imagination; this was a ruthless character they could not afford to provoke.

"This... this brat... actually... actually defeated Xiong Zhentian!"

A Great Demon guard of the Demon Saint Mansion stammered, his tone filled with disbelief.

"What... what is his background?"

Another guard asked, trembling.

No one could answer this question.

At this time, the crowd of Demon Beasts following behind the people of the Demon Saint Mansion were also all dumbfounded, their eyes wide with shock.

They had just witnessed Zhang Yi's ferocity with their own eyes.

One had to know that for Demon Beasts like them, Xiong Batian was already a powerful existence, let alone Xiong Batian's father, Xiong Zhentian.

If even a great power like Xiong Zhentian could be instantly killed by Zhang Yi and have his bear paws chopped off, how could they not be afraid?

These Demon Beasts huddled together, hiding behind the great powers of the Demon Saint Mansion, fearing that Zhang Yi, who had eyes red with bloodlust, would wipe them all out in one go.

It is said that this Wangri Bird is very gluttonous and thirsty, often swallowing a Demon Beast directly after killing it.

Zhang Yi's gaze swept over the crowd and finally rested on a Demon Saint Mansion Elder wearing purple robes.

The Demon Saint Mansion Elder and Xiong Zhentian had a good relationship; back when Xiong Batian was messed up by Zhang Yi, their Demon Saint Mansion had to step in and expel Xiong Batian from the Demon Saint Mansion, which had already offended the Bear Clan, and now they saw Xiong Zhentian chopped into such a miserable state by Zhang Yi.

This resentment could not be swallowed no matter what.

The Demon Saint Mansion Elder also looked coldly at Zhang Yi.

"What, old thing, are you not convinced?" Zhang Yi asked coldly.

The purple-robed old man's face was gloomy, and he was so angry his nose was almost crooked; he was a Venerable of the Demon Saint Mansion, and who dared to speak to him like that?

He said in a deep voice, "Brat, you are so arrogant; today I will make you pay the price!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Yi's mouth, "Then let me see what kind of ability you have!"

Having said that, Zhang Yi's figure flashed, and he charged toward the purple-robed Elder.

Seeing this, the purple-robed old man also immediately went up to meet him.

The two instantly engaged in battle, fists and feet colliding, sword Qi crisscrossing.

The canyon was suddenly filled with the sounds of intense fighting.

The other Great Demon guards of the Demon Saint Mansion all watched this battle nervously, not daring to even breathe loudly.

They had not seen the Elder take action for a long time.

The strength of both Zhang Yi and the purple-robed Elder was extremely powerful, and for a time, it was difficult to determine a winner.

The figures of Zhang Yi and the purple-robed Elder flickered continuously in the canyon, each collision erupting with a deafening roar.

Sword Qi crisscrossed, gravel flew, and the ground of the canyon was plowed into deep gullies.

Zhang Yi's moves were fierce and ruthless, each sword strike carrying an unstoppable momentum, as if he wanted to tear the purple-robed Elder to shreds.

The purple-robed Elder, however, appeared seasoned and steady, his every gesture carrying a powerful pressure that neutralized Zhang Yi's attacks one by one.

The surrounding Demon Beasts did not dare to breathe, their eyes wide open, fearing they might miss any detail.

They had originally thought Xiong Zhentian was already strong enough, but they had not expected Zhang Yi to be able to fight the Demon Saint Mansion's Elder to a standstill.

The Demon Beasts were incredibly shocked, and at the same time, they were faintly excited.

"This Wangri Bird is too fierce! He can actually fight the Elder to a draw!"

A porcupine Demon Beast covered in sharp spikes muttered in a low voice, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Hmph, it's just sheer luck, getting so many benefits in the Trial Land!"