Chapter 268: Slaying the Demon God

At Shen Siyuan's call, Duoduo arrived quickly.

Riding on yin winds, she swooped through the air and landed straight through the window.

"Hehe, Brother, you called me?"

She had barely steadied her feet before she started laughing.

"Yes, let's go to the Nether Realm again," said Shen Siyuan.

Then she stopped laughing.

"Come on, don't be afraid—I've got you covered," Shen Siyuan said, patting her small head.

He could leave Xiao Yue and Doudou behind.

Seeing this, Li Rui walked over with his military knife and began skinning, tendon-stripping, gutting, and disemboweling.

"If only they'd known this would happen, they shouldn't have acted so recklessly—he was too arrogant before, and now he's finally fallen into the gutter," said Lin Yuanchen and Lin Yuanhao, the Lin brothers, upon hearing the news, greatly delighted.

Before the Demon God could speak or move, the elderly man who had spoken was instantly obliterated by several powerful cultivators who appeared without a sound.

Upon hearing this, the two villagers slowed their movements as they turned over the snake meat and sparrows; the joy vanished from their faces. The tall, thin villager glanced at the soldier, while the one holding the birdcage shot him a single glance.

At this critical moment, a black-robed figure wearing a mask appeared silently and lightly met the Supreme Deity of Wuji Palace's punch with a palm.

Everyone realized the gravity of the situation—if Hulao could not be taken, Xuchang would be like a piece of fatty meat in a pot, and anyone with a chance could bite into it at any time.

A Ninth Tribulation cultivator has nine acupoints in their body, each a hidden treasure, all sealed and closed; once opened, they bring about a qualitative transformation in the cultivator.

Many secretly cursed the Tianjing of the Bai family, and some even shouted their curses aloud.

Zhang Rang, standing beside him, clearly heard the sharp tone of those words. He felt a surge of joy but showed not a trace on his face; his expression remained unchanged. In contrast, Jian Shuo smiled—but upon catching Zhang Rang's glare, he quickly lowered his head to hide it.

This trip to Qianli Yunwu Mountain still involved thirty people, with no major changes in personnel. Everyone gathered at a deserted spot beside Rice Village. Gu Yan said: "Qianli Yunwu Mountain is vast—once we arrive, just head straight inward; don't wander left or right." With that, he led the group westward.

The horses pulling the carriage were from the Frozen Lands; otherwise, they couldn't withstand the temperature. Inside the carriage were Zhang Xiao and his party.

Lin Feng can now forge five Type-Two spiritual artifacts; among them, the Fantian Shield has the greatest benefit for him, so as soon as he gained the ability to forge Type-Two artifacts, he immediately crafted four Fantian Shields of Type-Two rank for himself. But for the other four artifacts, he also forged more than one of each.

Although their numbers were half those of the four factions, the latter undoubtedly still had Ninth-Rank cultivators unaccounted for—battles between Ninth-Rank experts are terrifying and rarely erupt; when both sides reveal their Ninth-Rank, it generally signals the end of the matter.

But he hadn't expected Wei Qilang to defy the imperial order; since this man wouldn't serve him, he'd kill him—better to cut short the risk of complications.

Upon hearing this, Shui Ningyan's eyes instantly flashed with cold light. Just moments ago, Huangfu Chen had destroyed nearly all the precious flowers and plants in the courtyard; the ground was littered with broken petals and severed leaves, a scene of utter chaos.

Not only Ling Xian, but Huiye, seated over there and pretending not to pay attention, had been listening all along. The princess, who had played countless games and was also an analytical expert, naturally agreed with Laiwei—otherwise, she'd have spoken up long ago.

Zhan Lianjing felt warm. All he wanted was this. He curled his lips slightly. The first to update immediately patted his back, helping her sleep more soundly.

"Even the Master may not be able to cure this poison," said An Yi and An Qi, their faces sinking into gloom. In truth, they knew well—the Master was unparalleled in both medicine and poison; if he could cure it, the toxins would never have reached the point of invading the five organs and lungs.