Chapter 149: Demon King Retreats!

Boom!

Like a mountain flood bursting forth, a thunderous roar exploded from within Huwang's body, the sound of qi and blood surging at high speed.

In less than a breath, the terrifying qi and blood of a Demon King fully erupted, and in the blink of an eye surged into a pair of tiger palms, boiling blood qi bursting through the skin, forming a crimson whirlwind intertwined with the black evil.

The striped Huwang rose to stand upright.

A ferocious tiger woven from blood qi and black evil emerged behind him.

In an instant, above the heavens, wind and clouds changed color.

The surging airflow like rivers flowing into the sea turned into visible gangwind torrents, rushing into the ferocious tiger shadow ten times, a hundred times taller than Huwang.

As heavenly and earthly power surged in, the blood-evil condensed ferocious tiger became solid.

Black evil formed the body, blood qi became the tiger stripes.

A pair of sky-covering tiger palms fiercely slapped toward the incoming arrow, attempting to block this heaven-shaking arrow that spanned hundreds of li.

Bang!

Thunder exploded.

The blood-colored tiger palm shattered.

The thunderbolt arrow light shot toward Huwang's true body with unstoppable force, straight to his chest.

Roar!

Qi and blood steamed like a vast marsh, Huwang's whiskers and hair all bristled, killing intent and blood qi boiled and burned, he abruptly shifted sideways in an instant.

Pfft!

However, no matter how fast it was, it could not outrun the lightning.

The light pillar like electricity instantly pierced through Huwang's left shoulder.

A domineering gangqi impossible to resist exploded at his shoulder, blasting his body comparable to refined black iron, creating a front-to-back penetrating huge hole.

After piercing through Huwang, the arrow light did not stop but instead fell with an extremely domineering posture onto the long street behind him.

Boom—!

Lightning flashed, stones flew horizontally.

When the sky-full of dust and smoke settled, at the spot where the arrow landed, a ferocious gully resembling an abyss appeared on the long street.

Several meters wide, stretching a hundred zhang, nearly plowing the entire long street over.

The power of a single arrow was actually terrifying to this extent!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

The fierce wind howled wildly.

The evacuated airflow again turned into a wild wind blowing dust back, the intense smell of electric arcs burning the air filled everyone's mouths and noses.

Silence!

Deathly silence!

On the street where just a moment ago people were panicking and fleeing, dodging the killing qi ferocious tiger's pursuit, it seemed they instantly lost their voice, everyone looked up at the sky, eyes filled with shock, excitement, and frenzy.

"This archery..."

Even from dozens of li away, Qin Shuo still felt the terror of that heaven-shaking arrow.

Moreover, this arrow he was very familiar with—it was the fourth killing move of Wind Thunder Valley's superior secret art, Wind Thunder Archery: Storm Thunder Dragon.

"I never imagined this archery technique could be so overwhelmingly strong!" Qin Shuo's eyes blazed.

For him, who also mastered Wind Thunder Archery, personally witnessing a grandmaster shoot an arrow deeply moved him.

His archery came from Xue Chengkong, the dual master of red arrows and red arrows.

Originally he thought that the perfected Storm Arrow was already the pinnacle of this archery's power.

The other four styles each had their strengths, but their power should be roughly equal; even if stronger than the Storm Arrow, the difference would be limited.

But that heaven-shaking arrow just now completely shattered his understanding, making him urgently want to learn the latter four styles of this archery.

Especially this Storm Thunder Dragon, which gathered the intent of wind and thunder, was simply more than twice as strong as the Storm Arrow.

"Wind Thunder Archery!"

"It's the Valley Master, the Valley Master has come!"

"We are saved!"

The disciples of Wind Thunder Valley cheered, each with excited expressions, joy to the point of tears.

"The Subduing Flood Bow! It's the Subduing Flood Bow!"

Yan Jueming, face ashen, stared at the end of the long street, that black long arrow as thick as a child's arm, crackling with electricity, even sayable as a long spear, his eyes blazing with intense light.

"Wind Thunder Valley's myriad-forged divine weapon, the Wind Thunder Subduing Flood Bow?"

Meng Qianche's defeated eyes suddenly widened, his originally pale face also flushing with a surge of qi and blood.

"No wonder it could pierce hundreds of li with one arrow and still possess such terrifying power."

The Wind Thunder Subduing Flood Bow, Wind Thunder Valley's treasure to guard the valley, was forged by the founding ancestor of Wind Thunder Valley.

Its grade is so high it directly rivals the Martial Saint's divine weapon of Dalong Temple, the Nine Dragon Zen Staff.

It is said this bow cannot be drawn by those without innate divine strength, and it contains the Martial Dao Will left by Wind Thunder Valley's founding ancestor.

Once drawn, it can harmonize with the wind and thunder power between heaven and earth.

The arrows it shoots have astonishing destructive power, so much that even Martial Arts Grandmasters dare not receive them head-on.

"What rat dares to sneak attack this king?"

Huwang's roar rumbled, the furious roar of extreme shock and anger exploded on the long street.

In an instant, gangwind rose, accompanied by the pungent smell of thick blood.

Huwang, half his body nearly exploded, roared angrily and wildly, rolling black evil surged from within his body like rolling ink clouds, seeking to devour the entire street.

In the astonished or fearful gazes of the crowd, the flesh and blood pierced by the thunderbolt arrow actually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not long after, the Tiger King had already recovered to his original state, his qi and blood boiling like molten metal, the surrounding air seeming to be ignited, with crimson flames leaping on his body.

In the distance, the Qingyi Woman and the Eagle King also temporarily ceased fighting, their faces filled with apprehension as they looked toward the southeastern sky.

There, a Thunder Eagle spread its wings, its entire body bathed in blue lightning, resembling the divine birds of myth and legend, swooping toward this place at an unimaginable speed.

"Another Martial Arts Grandmaster!"

The Qingyi Woman rarely showed a solemn expression.

An old monk with divine powers is already enough to be troublesome, and now another wielder of a Divine Weapon, a Great Grandmaster of the Martial Path……

"Tiger King, retreat!"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Qingyi Woman made a swift decision, shouting for the Tiger King to withdraw.

Their mission this time was to find the Spirit-Linking Mystic Jade and the World-Suppressing Divine Weapon; there was no need to fight to the death with human Martial Arts Grandmasters.

As for that human brat, since his whereabouts have already been confirmed, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

"What's there to fear about him!"

"With such a divine bow and heavenly arrows, I don't believe he can fire a second arrow."

"Wait for him to land, and see if this king doesn't tear him apart alive and devour him."

The Tiger King radiated killing intent, his eyes flashing with red light, ferocious beyond compare, actually having his beastly savagery aroused by that arrow just now.

"Tiger King, don't forget the lord's orders!"

The Qingyi Woman's face turned cold as she lowered her voice to reprimand.

Upon hearing these words, the scarlet light and killing intent in the Tiger King's eyes stagnated.

His gaze was deep and cold, his face full of unwillingness.

But in the end, he still fiercely glared at the extremely fast-approaching Thunder Eagle, transformed into human form, and leapt onto the Eagle King's back, retreating together with the Qingyi Woman.

Regarding the departure of the three Great Demon Kings, the Barefoot Monk did not intervene to stop them.

After continuously using the Divine Travel Technique and the Golden Bell Shield, his True Gang had already been consumed by more than half.

Even if the Valley Master of Wind Thunder Valley arrived, the two of them joining forces would have little hope of detaining those three demon kings, and might instead cause even more casualties among civilians and martial artists.

Because what the Tiger King said was correct, forging Divine Weapons is extremely difficult even for Martial Arts Grandmasters to use.

Like that arrow just now, the Valley Master of Wind Thunder Valley could at most fire two more arrows.

These two arrows might possibly severely injure one demon king, but killing it would be immensely difficult.

There's no other way; it's simply that the demon kings' vitality is too exuberant.

Take the Xiaoyue Yaowang for example—even if its demon pill was shattered, it could still stubbornly cling to life and nearly slaughtered Heishui City.

The tenacity of these demons' and monsters' vitality far surpasses that of human martial artists.

And after three arrows, the Valley Master of Wind Thunder Valley's combat power would probably already be diminished by seven or eight tenths.

By then, he would once again fall into a one-versus-three situation, still with no chance of victory.

Huh~

As the three Great Demon Kings fled, countless civilians and martial artists in Fengyang City burst into cheers of having survived the catastrophe, many sitting limp on the ground, panting like oxen, as if relieved of a heavy burden.

Cry!

The Thunder Eagle came crying, its speed swift as flowing light; at first glance it was still on the horizon, and in the blink of an eye it was already near.

"Valley Master!"

The disciples of Wind Thunder Valley were all emotionally excited, one by one bowing to the middle-aged man holding a blue giant bow on the Thunder Eagle.

If it weren't for the Valley Master's personal arrival, these people today would probably all have been doomed here.

"Mm! How are the casualties?"

The middle-aged man slightly nodded, then his gaze fell upon the pallid-faced Yan Jueming.

"Reporting to Master, three Outer Disciples have died."

Yan Jueming's face showed sorrow, and then he proceeded to recount in detail the entire sequence of events before and after the arrival of the three demon kings.

"Did they come for that Qin-surnamed youth?"

Nie Jinfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze seeming unhindered, directly falling on the boy several li away, the one the old monk had just released the Golden Bell Shield upon.