Chapter 19: Fighting the Demon Horde Alone

Besides the weasel, there were also a total of twelve towering dog demons.

This number matched the memories left by his predecessor quite closely.

Not counting the old, weak, women, and children, the enemy, relying solely on these two-digit elite demons, could dominate a region, proclaim themselves kings and tyrants, and press the eight hundred soldiers of Bo Yun County into staying within the city walls, making over a hundred constables tremble in fear.

Yet, among the several major demon clans, they were still the most inconspicuous faction.

"I did not expect you to come, let alone expect you to stand before me like this."

Upon the massive palanquin, the weasel lazily lifted its head, looking down from above, and picked lightly at the cracks in its fingernails: "Since you have come, let me ask a question."

At this point, the hoarse voice remained utterly flat, with only the eyes changing slightly.

"Do you have a son? I lost two sons; I have only..." It counted on its fingers, a trace of irritation flashing in its eyes.

"I can't remember... Although I didn't like them much, suddenly losing two makes me feel a bit uncomfortable."

"It's strange; why are the places where they disappeared all under your jurisdiction?"

"In consideration of your past respectfulness, give me an explanation, and I will leave your corpse intact."

Having spoken, it lay back down; the elite dog demons beneath it moved their lips, revealing fangs of bone-chilling cold.

"..."

Shen Yi gripped the sword hilt tightly and responded to the other's question with action.

He suddenly stepped forward, exerting force with both palms, and the entire person instantly closed in on the foremost dog demon; in the instant the opponent's pupils contracted, Shen Daoren had quietly sunk into the other's heart.

Puchi!

The entire process was as fast as a thunderclap; only after he exhaled his first breath of turbid air did the remaining dog demons react, their roars echoing throughout the entire village!

The palanquin carried by the twelve demons finally swayed.

The weasel propped itself up and looked down, coincidentally meeting Shen Yi's gaze; in the other's clear eyes, there was neither sorrow nor joy, only dense killing intent.

It lay on the edge of the palanquin, its eyes covered by hanging skin also surging with fierce light, emitting a low, rumbling growl:

"Is this how you killed my son?"

"You now! Still want to kill me!"

As the words fell, its fat body suddenly soared into the air, blocking out the sky and sun; the flesh on its arms, like a sack, trembled violently, followed by a palm strike with the momentum of splitting a mountain!

The other dog demons also set down the palanquin, hunching their bodies, saliva dripping from the gaps in their sharp teeth, roaring to block all of the youth's escape routes.

At the instant the weasel's fleshy claws struck down, Shen Yi moved his body again, fully unleashing the Great Perfection of the Spirit Snake Eight Steps.

Before his eyes was clearly a demon wall so dense it was airtight, yet he strolled leisurely, passing through it.

At the same time that fat body crashed to the ground, Shen Yi reversed his hand with a sword strike, directly slicing off the head of another dog demon.

In his eyes, these so-called "elites," who only knew how to shout wildly and attack relying on hunting instincts, were full of flaws, far inferior to the ape demon he encountered that day.

In a short span of time, two lives were continuously harvested.

The weasel's strike missed; its previous lazy aura vanished completely: "Get out of the way!"

It roared, its fat body far more agile than it appeared, and with a reverse hand, it clenched its palm for a heavy smash; this time, scarlet blood-qi surged on its skin, obviously having been provoked into true anger.

Under the weasel's angry rebuke, the other dog demons all stopped their movements, making way for the other.

But it was precisely this action that made Shen Yi's sword strikes even more smooth; his body was like a ghost, sticking close to the dog demons while cutting open their throats for them.

On the contrary, the weasel, having to be wary of injuring its own people while striking, was constrained and restricted; another punch missed, and wild agitation surged in its heart.

Three... Six... Eight!

Demons give birth with difficulty; there are those who have not yet awakened intelligence, those who die halfway; ultimately, only the most robust survive.

Over so many years, the total number of its sons and grandsons accumulated was only these dozen or so, and in the blink of an eye, more than half were dead.

Seeing two more dog demons die under the slaughter sword, Shen Yi, with his back to the other, slowly drew the long sword.

"Die!"

The weasel roared and surged forward, its huge arm carrying two dog demons blocking the way, and it dove down fiercely.

Puchi! Puchi!

The remaining dog demons raised their heads in shock, looking at the demon father with disbelief.

At their lower bellies, a steel sword pierced through from behind, skewering them into gourds.

"Now, can you clearly remember how many sons you have?"

Shen Yi stood behind the two demons, holding the sword sideways, looking at the dazed weasel; on his blood-stained Bai Xi face, the corners of his lips curled up slightly with a bone-chilling coldness.

In the village, a few villagers raised their heads; even though they had suffered all the bitterness of the world.

After seeing the scene before them, they clutched their own hands even tighter, feeling quite chilled.

They saw that the relatively slender young constable was still standing straight, while beneath the other's feet lay a ground full of horrifying severed limbs and broken arms, with demon dog heads rolling down to the field ridges, their faces extremely hideous.

The dried mud was irrigated by blood into a dark red, and a fishy stench floated throughout the village.

One man, one sword; starting from beneath his feet, the front was like a ghost realm, while the back was still the original village.

And that terrifying, fat demon dog, panting, its fat flesh trembling lightly.

Shen Yi slowly aimed Shen Daoren at the weasel's brow, tilting his head: "I thought you liked this kind of scene."

If you didn't like it, why tear people into dozens of pieces and throw them haphazardly into the courtyard?

The weasel lifted its head and suddenly let out a hissing laugh: "Clean death, it is actually quite a relief."

As the words fell, the flesh on its body trembled lightly and suddenly developed a certain rhythm; then scarlet evil qi surged from the skin, thicker than mist, instantly enveloping everything around.

Whatever the scarlet evil qi touched, whether corpses or blood, began to emit a "sizzle" of corrosion; in the blink of an eye, they melted into pus and flowed down.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, Shen Yi did not panic.

He was mentally prepared; since the other was a great demon and had achieved transcendence, how could it only know fist and palm techniques?

In a breath, the five major acupoints within his body began to circulate simultaneously; white mist imbued with scarlet adhered to his body surface, and at the instant it touched the evil qi, like water meeting fire, it was consumed extremely quickly!

No time was wasted unnecessarily.

Shen Yi stepped forward again, the long blade in his hand chopping down viciously!

Rip—

The blade landed squarely on the neck-shoulder of the Yellow Weasel, and that one strike, carrying the breath of Heaven and Earth, split its flesh apart as easily as tearing paper; a massive gash ran from the Yellow Weasel's shoulder all the way down to its belly.

The next instant, from within that gash surged a bloody baleful aura ten times denser than before.

The Yellow Weasel's head hung down, clamping the blade between its bone joints, and lunged savagely at Shen Yi, as if trying to crush him into its own body.

"..."

Shen Yi released the hilt.

His five fingers clenched tight, and a completely unadorned fist blasted out!

Beneath that fist's peak, the fat on the Yellow Weasel's body rippled outward like waves of water!

(End of chapter)