Chapter 19: Alone Against the Demon Horde

Besides the yellow weasel, there were twelve tall dog demons in total.

This number matched the memories left by his former self almost exactly.

Excluding the old, weak, women, and children, the enemy could dominate a region with merely these dozens of elite demons, ruling as king and tyrant, forcing the eight hundred soldiers of Baiyun County to dare not leave the city, and sending over a hundred constables into trembling fear.

Yet among the major demon clans, they were still the most insignificant.

“I didn’t think you’d come, let alone stand before me like this.”

On the massive palanquin, the yellow weasel lazily lifted its head, looking down with condescension, idly picking at its fingernails: “Since you’ve come, let me ask you one thing.”

At this point, its hoarse voice remained utterly flat, though its eyes flickered slightly.

“Do you have a son? I lost two sons—I only ever had…” It counted on its fingers, a flicker of irritation crossing its eyes.

“Can’t remember… Though I didn’t much care for them, suddenly losing two still left me unsettled.”

“It’s strange—why did they vanish only in areas under your jurisdiction?”

“Out of respect for your past deference, give me an explanation, and I’ll leave you a whole corpse.”

With that, it lay back down; beneath it, the elite dog demons curled their lips, revealing icy fangs.

“…”

Shen Yi gripped his blade tighter, answering the question with action.

He suddenly stepped forward, exerting force with both palms, closing the distance to the foremost dog demon in an instant; as the demon’s pupils contracted, the blade slipped soundlessly into its heart.

Plos!

The entire process was as swift as thunder; only when he exhaled his first foul breath did the other dog demons react, their roars echoing through the entire village!

The palanquin carried by the twelve demons now trembled for the first time.

The yellow weasel propped itself up, gazing downward—just as its eyes met Shen Yi’s. In those clear eyes, there was neither sorrow nor joy, only thick, chilling killing intent.

It crouched at the palanquin’s edge, its eyes hidden beneath hanging skin now blazing with ferocity, emitting a low, guttural growl:

“So this is how you killed my sons?”

“And now—you want to kill me too!”

As it spoke, its fat body suddenly soared into the air, blotting out the sky; the flabby flesh on its arms quivered violently, followed by a palm strike as crushing as a mountain splitting open!

The other dog demons dropped the palanquin, hunching their bodies, saliva dripping from between their fangs, roaring as they blocked every possible escape route for the youth.

As the yellow weasel’s meaty claw came crashing down, Shen Yi shifted his body again, fully unleashing the Great Perfection of the Serpent Eight Steps.

Before him lay an impenetrable wall of demons, yet he walked as calmly as if strolling through a garden, slipping effortlessly through the gaps.

As the fat body crashed to the ground, Shen Yi spun and slashed, cleanly severing the head of another dog demon.

In his eyes, these so-called “elites,” who only barked mindlessly and relied on hunting instinct, were riddled with openings—far inferior to the ape demon he’d faced that day.

In a short span, two lives were swiftly claimed.

The yellow weasel’s strike missed; its earlier laziness vanished entirely: “Get out of my way!”

It roared, its fat body far more agile than it appeared, swinging its paw again in a heavy blow; this time, crimson blood Sha surged across its skin—it was truly enraged.

At the yellow weasel’s shout, the other dog demons froze, stepping aside to clear a path for it.

But this very move made Shen Yi’s blade even swifter; his form moved like a ghost, gliding beside the dog demons as he slit their throats.

The yellow weasel, by contrast, hesitated with every strike, fearing it might harm its own, constrained and clumsy—another punch missed, and fury surged within it.

Three… six… eight!

Demons struggled to reproduce; many offspring never gained sentience, many died young—only the strongest survived.

Over the years, it had accumulated only these dozen or so descendants—and now, in an instant, more than half were dead.

Watching two more dog demons fall beneath the blade, Shen Yi turned his back to it, slowly drawing his long blade.

“Die!”

The yellow weasel roared forward, its massive arm sweeping two dog demons along with it as it lunged.

Plos! Plos!

The last remaining dog demons raised their heads in stunned disbelief, staring at their father.

In their bellies, a steel blade pierced through from behind, skewering them like gourds.

“Now, can you remember how many sons you had?”

Shen Yi stood behind the two demons, holding his blade sideways, watching the stunned yellow weasel; on his blood-smeared pale face, his lips curled into a chilling smile.

In the village, a few villagers lifted their heads—even those who had endured the worst of worldly suffering.

Seeing the scene before them, they clenched their hands tighter, trembling with cold dread.

There stood the relatively slender young constable, upright as ever; beneath his feet lay a gruesome pile of severed limbs and scattered body parts, dog demon heads rolling down the field ridges, their faces twisted in hideous rage.

The dry earth, soaked in blood, turned a dark crimson; the stench of decay hung thick over the entire village.

One man, one blade—beneath his feet lay a realm of ghosts; behind him, the village remained unchanged.

The monstrous, bloated demon now panted heavily, its fat quivering slightly.

Shen Yi slowly leveled his blade at the yellow weasel’s forehead, tilting his head: “I thought you liked scenes like this.”

If you didn’t, why did you ever tear people apart into dozens of pieces and toss them carelessly into courtyards?

The yellow weasel lifted its head, suddenly letting out a hissing laugh: “Dead and gone? That’s easier.”

As it spoke, its flesh trembled in a rhythmic pattern; crimson blood Sha erupted from its skin, thicker than mist, instantly engulfing everything around it.

Anything touched by the crimson blood Sha —bodies, blood—began to hiss and corrode, dissolving into pus within moments.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, Shen Yi did not panic.

He had expected it; if it was a great demon, having transcended, how could it rely only on brute fists and kicks?

With each breath, his five major dantians activated at once; white mist tinged crimson clung to his skin, and upon contact with the blood Sha , it burned away like water meeting fire, vanishing rapidly!

He wasted no time.

Shen Yi stepped forward again, swinging his blade with all his might!

Ssshh—

The blade struck dead center between the yellow weasel’s neck and shoulder; the strike, infused with the breath of heaven and earth, cleaved through its flesh as easily as tearing paper, leaving a gaping wound stretching from shoulder to abdomen.

The next instant, crimson blood Sha burst from the wound—ten times denser than before.

The yellow weasel’s head hung limply, its bones clamping the blade, lunging toward Shen Yi as if trying to crush him into its own body.

“…”

Shen Yi released his grip on the hilt.

His five fingers clenched, and he threw a single, unadorned punch.

Beneath the fist’s impact, the yellow weasel’s fat rippled like waves.

(End of Chapter)