Chapter 138: Slaying the Core Formation Perfection Great Demon

Boom—

As the lingering force of the arrow faded, the mother Kong Que's corpse slid swiftly down the cliff face, then slammed heavily onto the ground.

Under the tremendous shock, the few people came back to their senses, shock rising in their eyes. That strike just now was who knows how much faster than the arrow Yan Xingkong had loosed, and its power was worlds apart.

Only such terrifying might could truly match the illustrious fame of this Heaven-Piercing Sun-Severing Divine Bow!

What surprised Xiao Qiangwei was the strength contained within Shen Yi's slender frame—far more terrifying than she had anticipated!

The other party had relied on pure strength alone to achieve the same seven-tenths draw as General You.

Without employing other means, simply holding the bow to slay demons would be no different from You Longtiao taking the field himself.

"..."

The death of his younger sister clearly sobered the old demon considerably.

The instant the youth drew the bowstring a second time, it beat its wings frantically, no longer daring to entertain any thought of taking the blow head-on. Azure plumes flickered between its wings, and an invisible wave dozens of zhang wide seemed slow but in an instant slashed toward the peak where the youth stood.

Crack!!

The towering cliff was split cleanly down the middle; at the same moment, Shen Yi once again released his fingertips.

A shrill whine exploded within the secluded valley, a blinding Bai Guang shooting straight toward the great demon fleeing desperately through the air, then slamming heavily into its tail. Slender, resplendent tail plumes scattered across the sky, and what was blasted apart along with them was that bare little half-section of its body.

The old demon thrashed about with blood spraying, not daring to make a sound even under the agony, struggling to keep its form steady so as not to plummet down.

It slashed out two more invisible waves, but in such a panicked state, apart from slicing that mountain peak into even finer fragments, they could hardly serve any purpose.

Wait! Wait until the other party exhausts his strength!

The Heaven-Piercing Sun-Severing Divine Bow possessed incomparably terrifying might, but the stamina it consumed was likewise beyond what an ordinary person could bear.

So long as this newly arrived youngster ran out of strength, this battle was far from decided!

The massive Kong Que body swept across the sky above the secluded valley like a gale, the blood pouring from beneath it dyeing the entire heavens red.

Taking in this scene.

Shen Yi deliberated for a moment, feeling somewhat uncertain.

He had never played with a bow before. Against a stationary target, he could still rely on his formidable eyesight and perfect control over his body's strength to barely achieve every shot hitting its mark.

But the full-speed flight of a demon at the peak of Core Formation was terrifyingly fast.

After a moment's thought, he indifferently aimed the Bai Mang arrow nocked and ready on the longbow at that effeminate youth whose arms had transformed into wings.

Locked onto by the boundless sharp intent, Kong Jing was completely stunned: "..."

What the hell kind of unorthodox demon-slayer is this—cutting down demons by starting with their wives and children.

Father can dodge, and even if he takes a hit he might not die, but I don't have that kind of strength.

"You shameless bastard!" The great demon in the air also sensed something was wrong and let out a roar of fury to the extreme. It lowered its head to look at Kong Jing, its gaze falling on the azure and crimson plumes on his arms, and in the end still could not bear to abandon those two treasured feathers.

The massive demon body suddenly plunged down, sweeping Kong Jing into its wings in one grasp. Just as it was about to take flight again, the arrow Shen Yi had long prepared was already abruptly loosed.

The hard wing feathers that could withstand the Two Forms Dao Sword were easily pierced through by the Bai Guang, and the muscle beneath the feathers crumbled into minced meat like tofu.

The old demon's speed abruptly slowed; before it could react, the second arrow arrived in swift pursuit, blasting it a hundred zhang away.

It had long prepared itself to endure an arrow head-on. With the body of a demon at the peak of Core Formation, it shouldn't be unable to withstand even a single hit—but it had never expected that the other party could fire two arrows in unbroken succession?!

Following close behind came the third arrow, the fourth arrow...

Shen Yi seemed never to have played with such a fine thing before, drawing the bow again and again, showing not the slightest sign of exhaustion, and each arrow faster than the last.

Until he noticed the light on the Heaven-Piercing Sun-Severing Bow in his hands seemed to have dimmed somewhat.

Only then did he lower his bowstring-pulling hand with lingering reluctance.

And at the edge of the secluded valley, the old Kong Que's wings had been blasted apart, its body riddled with horrifying blood holes like a chicken carcass gnawed clean, its neck Gao Ang high as it stared fixedly at that figure in ink-black robes.

The vitality in its eyes rapidly faded, until it vanished completely.

Within its broken wings, a figure trembled and curled up. The moment it raised its head to look around, two illusory Dao Sword shadows—not as condensed as before—quietly sealed its movements.

Daoist Priest Chunyang and Daoist Priest Qingjing strode forward, giving it no chance to resist, yet neither delivering a killing blow outright.

Demon-catchers had a habit of personally collecting the heart's essence blood to exchange for merit.

Only at this moment did the two finally understand why it was my lord Shen who was put in full charge... The sight of that continuous bow-drawing earlier had already left the two old Daoist Priests dumbstruck. It wasn't that General You didn't take this matter seriously.

This was clearly taking it so seriously that the only thing missing was his personal presence.

Even throughout the entirety of Tingyang Commandery, my lord Shen's strength could rank among the top three.

Xiao Qiangwei likewise walked over. Watching the two old men's stunned expressions, she felt an inexplicable joy in her heart, but stealing a glance at that figure atop the collapsed peak, she uneasily tucked away her pleased look.

Shen Yi tucked the longbow into the silver bell at his waist.

He turned and walked toward that pile of rubble, casually rummaging through it twice before dragging out a barely-breathing figure.

He crouched down slightly and rolled Yan Xingkong over.

Giving the other party no chance to speak, he struck out with both palms in rapid succession, his strikes several degrees harsher than before.

In the blink of an eye, he had shattered the other's legs, sealed the major meridians throughout his body, and finally locked his qi sea with a single palm.

"Can you still run?"

"..." Yan Xingkong looked at the youth's serious expression, then finally realized the other wasn't being sarcastic—he was asking in earnest.

A bitter look rose on his wretched face, and he shook his head. Under such treatment, even an immortal would find it hard to escape, let alone a mere bandit chief like himself.

"The item." Shen Yi extended his hand and said flatly.

Yan Xingkong was stunned for a moment, and finally understood why this person had left him with half a usable arm. With great effort he reached to his waist, took out a seemingly ordinary small cloth pouch, and from it produced a gold page the width of a palm.

Inscribed upon it was precisely the Bai Yun Temple's supreme treasure—the True Intent of the Two Forms.

Shen Yi swept a brief glance over it, his expression unchanged, and tucked it away: "You should know your own fate?"

He held no particular opinion of Yan Xingkong. Although being led around for so many days had inevitably left him somewhat displeased, the gains from this trip were considerable, and the other had even stepped out to give a warning earlier—at the very least, he hadn't truly wanted his life.

Pity, though—other people's lives are lives too.

The two old Daoist Priests of Bai Yun Monastery and the Silver Bell demon-hunter of Zhen Mo Si had nearly been killed Outside Qingzhou — all of this also required an answer paid for with a life.

"Yan knows." Yan Xingkong seemed to have long been prepared. He turned his head toward the two demons in the distance, and a fierce joy of great vengeance being wreaked surged into his eyes. Even though he had known beforehand that Shen Yi was very strong, he had never imagined that even Core Formation Completion demons would fall to the other's hands so easily.

He steadied his churning heart, then looked at the young man with guilt: "If it weren't for you coming…"

"That's not what I meant." Shen Yi extended his hand again: "If you want me to do something, you have to give some reward. Since you don't have a future anyway, be generous."

Yan Xingkong paused briefly, and quickly understood the young man's meaning. He shook the cloth bag, and a thin martial-arts manual tumbled out: "I don't keep wealth on me overnight; only this thing I've carried with me all along. I hope you won't think it's too little."

Shen Yi took it and tucked it into the Silver Bell, then hauled the man as he walked into the depths of the secluded valley.

(End of chapter)