Chapter 148: One Arrow Pierces the Sky for Hundreds of Li!

Awoo...

The Huwang roared, its voice like thunder, shaking people's hearts and chilling their courage.

Its body swelled at a visible speed, transforming into a striped giant tiger nearly a zhang tall at the shoulder, its deep, dark eyes like pools in a gloomy forest, emitting icy glares.

"Kill!"

The Huwang growled low, sound waves rolling, its massive body already leaping up, as if shifting mountains, it pounced toward the teahouse where Meng Qianche and others were.

"What?"

Seeing the striped giant tiger, over three zhang long, lunging at them, the onlookers on the roof were instantly startled, their scalps going numb.

Even Meng Qianche and Yan Jueming, two great masters of the Refining Organs Realm, instinctively felt their pores explode and their spines turn cold.

The more timid were so frightened they froze in place, their calves trembling, screaming as they fell from the roof.

"Run!"

Meng Qianche's face changed drastically, his voice trembling.

Yan Jueming, though silent, matched Meng Qianche's speed without lagging.

From afar, the Huwang's ferocity and brutality had already shocked them greatly; now facing its killing intent directly, they finally understood the terror of this Demon King.

Its killing intent was profound, like an abyss, like a prison!

Enough to shatter the mind and spirit of any warrior below Grandmaster level, leaving no thought of resistance.

Roar!

The tiger's howl was like thunder, sound waves carrying killing intent, rolling forward like tidal waves.

Black killing energy coiled around the Huwang's body, as if it had slaughtered countless beings; even before approaching, everyone already felt an extreme, brutal, bloody stench sweeping over them.

"You beast, stop your arrogance!"

Like thunder bursting from mountains, like a tsunami overturning seas and hills.

This angry shout from the Chijiao Heshang was so immense it seemed impossible, as if a divine being stood upon the heavens, rebuking aloud, or like a hundred-zhang male lion raising its head, roaring while defending its territory.

In an instant, it seemed the entire Fengyang City was enveloped by this sound, rumbling like a thunder dragon rolling, grand as a collapsing mountain and tsunami.

The Chijiao Heshang's rebuke had just exploded in everyone's hearts when a golden bell, as large as a mountain, descended from the heavens and completely enveloped the Huwang.

In a blur, people seemed to see behind the Chijiao Heshang a golden lion phantom, a hundred zhang tall, flashing by in an instant.

Divine Foot Travel, Lion's Roar, Unleaking Golden Bell...

The three great Buddhist secret techniques emerged together, forcibly suppressing the Huwang's violent uprising on the spot.

Roar!

The tiger's howl shook the heavens.

The Huwang, trapped under the Golden Bell, erupted with fierce killing light in its eyes; its two tiger paws, like pushing mountains, slammed heavily against the inner wall of the bell.

Clang!

The deep, resounding bell sound echoed through heaven and earth, as if that space were about to explode; golden sound waves rippled outward in circles, carrying compressed air waves pushed to the extreme, smashing the scattered stones, soil, and bricks on the ground into powder.

Several martial artists who ran too slowly were swept by the golden bell's shockwave; their bodies exploded directly, blood raining down, bones scattered across the ground.

"This..."

Glancing back unintentionally, he happened to see this scene: Elder Meng Qianche of the Giant Whale Gang, at this moment only feeling chills all over, desperately circulating his Inner Strength, he sprinted at full speed.

Too brutal!

Too terrifying!

Grandmasters clashing—even just the aftermath rippling could easily tear apart warriors of the Condensing Truth Realm.

Such power—indeed, it was too terrifying.

"Yan True Disciple, isn't your Valley Master in Yunzhou City? Why has the Demon King appeared, yet he still hasn't arrived?"

Listening to the thunderous bell sound behind him, loud enough to shatter human eardrums, Meng Qianche's eyelids twitched wildly.

Because upon looking back again, he seemed to see cracks on that mountain-like giant golden bell.

The tiger is the king of the mountains.

An ordinary fierce tiger, its paws already possess a force of a thousand jin.

What more of a Demon King who has achieved cultivation?

Those paw pads, the size of grinding stones, can easily shatter city walls, collapse mountains and break ridges.

Even the Golden Bell condensed by the Chijiao Heshang's Longxiang True Gang cannot fully imprison it; it is about to break free.

"It should be soon!"

Yan Jueming buried his head and sprinted, not daring to look back.

Cry!

The Huwang trapped, the Golden Ying Wang seized the opportunity to launch an attack on the courtyard where Dalong Temple was located; the blue-clothed, barefoot flower demon also instantly manifested thousands of bodies, swooping toward ordinary civilians in the city.

"Chijiao Heshang, save one person or save one city—have you decided? Hehe~"

The blue-clothed woman's voice was ethereal and alluring, but at this moment, hearing it, everyone only felt a bone-chilling killing intent, making their spines turn cold.

Bang!

The Chijiao Heshang again activated Divine Foot Travel, close-handedly wielding the Panlong Changgun, he whipped the Ying Wang diving down from the sky, sending it flying backward.

Immediately after, he moved as if by teleportation, accurately finding the blue-clothed woman's true form amidst the sky-full of illusions, a staff strike forcing her back, preventing her from approaching the panicked fleeing residents.

Boom!

Golden light exploded!

Without the Chijiao Heshang's support, the Longxiang Golden Bell was shattered by the Huwang's bare paws.

After breaking free, it directly opened its bloody maw, spewing out rolling black killing energy, like waves and tides.

Ferocious tigers condensed from the black killing energy surged out of the wave, blinking to become hundreds or thousands, roaring as they charged in all directions, encircling and hunting the city's residents.

For a time, Fengyang City seemed to be drowned by the beast tide, tiger roars shaking the heavens.

"Old bald donkey, this king sees how you still block me! Hahaha"

The Huwang's grin was manic; his mighty limbs slammed hard into the ground, vast force exploding outward, the earth rolling forward like waves.

Using the rebounding force of the rolling tide, the Huwang leapt into midair.

Its two tiger paws slammed down with a boom; the tiger-killing aura, like smoke and ink, surged like lake water, pressing down on the fleeing Giant Whale Gang and Wind Thunder Valley disciples.

"Damn it!"

Sensing the rolling, vicious killing intent behind them, Meng Qianche and Yan Jueming both changed expression.

In the next instant, both turned as one, their True Essence bursting forth like a breached reservoir, forming vast gangqi that surged to meet the rolling black killing aura.

Boom!

Gangqi met black killing aura; Meng Qianche and Yan Jueming both had their eyes bulge, spitting blood with a puff, flying backward like severed kites.

Though they only intercepted for an instant, they bought a sliver of survival for the many Giant Whale Gang and Wind Thunder Valley disciples.

Boom!

The black killing aura descended like a dark cloud.

The earth split, the long street collapsed, resembling an apocalyptic scene.

Meng Qianche and Yan Jueming's eyes were filled with shock and horror.

Though they knew the gap between themselves and the Grandmaster Demon King was vast, they had not expected to fail even one move, nearly having their viscera invaded by the Huwang's black killing aura, their vitality corroded.

"It's over!"

Meng Qianche and Yan Jueming exchanged a glance, each seeing the other's resolve to fight to the death.

Rumble!

Yet, just as the two despaired, a thunderclap exploded in the southeast sky.

Immediately, all saw a pillar of wind-and-winter lightning, hundreds of li away, falling like a comet toward Fengyang City.

Thunder roared, as if a flood dragon rolled through the vast sky.

At the moment the thunderbolt arrow-light appeared, it seemed ten thousand li of dust and smoke were cleared; where the lightning pointed, dust and air currents vanished, and hundreds of wind blades shattered, becoming a hurricane sweeping in all directions.

Parting clouds, overturning seas—nothing else but this!

As the thunder sounded, the arrow-light arrived.

The distance of hundreds of li was crossed in an instant.

Originally still mighty and fierce, the Huwang, upon sensing this arrow, had its gloomy tiger eyes suddenly contract; fur exploded upward like static, as if greatly startled, letting out a uneasy low growl.

Roar!

The Huwang raised its head and roared, its voice carrying unease.

It was locked onto by a will no less formidable than Laoheshang's, with nowhere to flee or escape.

Most importantly, that thunderbolt arrow-light was too fast, truly like heavenly thunder from the ninth heaven, giving it no time to react.

In the Huwang's field of vision, the azure-and-white Storm Thunder Dragon occupied everything within sight.

Becoming, in that instant, the sole color between heaven and earth.

Rumble!

The thunderbolt pillar fell, neither left nor right, squarely aimed at the Huwang's head as it bellowed to the sky.

At the same time, a deep, grand voice transmitted from the thunderbolt arrow-light:

"Bold demon, dare to invade Yunzhou—you shall die!"