Chapter 209: Battle: Howling Moon Demon King

Above the county town.

Jiang Yuanhua looked at Shen Yi deeply, no longer fussing over the details—the other had won him the most crucial time.

The highs and lows of life were never more extreme than this.

The matter wasn't over yet; he was still Outside Qingzhou's Regional Commander, far from the time when he could set down the heavy burden on his shoulders and start acting recklessly.

The precious sword, like a rainbow spanning the sun, tore through the crimson fog at the horizon and sped toward the direction of Qingzhou City!

"..."

The Howling Moon Demon King hunched his body, both palms gripping the crescent moon greatsword tightly.

The young man before him had an unfamiliar face; it couldn't even call out the other's name. Right under its nose, Qingzhou had silently gained another Slain Hunyuan Sect master.

The Wolf King suddenly thought of the five demon lords under its command who had vanished for no reason.

It had guessed that Qingzhou had gained another martial artist with bizarre methods, but it had never imagined the other would be at the Slain Hunyuan Realm.

The reasoning was simple.

If a Slain Hunyuan Sect master were stationed there, given Jiang Yuanhua's temperament, he would surely join forces with this person to step out of Qingzhou and slay it.

Rather than, as just now, abandoning Qingzhou City and striking a posture of fighting to the death.

Of course, there was another most important reason.

Even it knew that the Sanfangtong Alliance was resisting the Thousand Demon Cave, and by the timeline, it was now the turn of the Great Qian Dynasty to be the main force. If there were any extra Slain Hunyuan Realm cultivators, they would certainly be transferred by the immortal sects and dispatched to the most perilous front.

"Howling Moon pays its respects."

The old wolf cradled the crescent moon blade in its arms, clasped its claws in a fist, and said with a curled lip, "May I ask the master's honored name?"

Offending a Wu Xian and offending a Slain Hunyuan Sect master were entirely different concepts.

Jiang Yuanhua could only hide inside Qingzhou City and curse himself, while this young man could genuinely keep pestering it, leaving it no peace.

They were all strong ones of the same level; it, taking the identity of an old senior, took the initiative to bow, which was considered giving the other plenty of face.

"..."

Shen Yi stepped forward, his sleeves billowing, and threw a punch with tremendous force, as if it possessed the power to overturn rivers and seas—sending it crashing out!

Beneath his skin, crimson light blazed.

The Dao Infant was a being evolved from the essence of heaven and earth, having already transcended the realm of mortal flesh.

Now there was no need to mobilize any aura; every move was full strength.

Though the Tiannan Dan Shi technique consumed enormously, its foundation far surpassed those of the same realm.

The cultivation and blood of countless great demons, transformed into demonic power, now poured entirely into his arm, landing right before the Howling Moon Demon King's eyes.

It narrowed its eyes, suddenly raised the crescent moon greatsword, and answered with a slash!

Flesh against a treasured weapon!

Crack—

The majestic crescent moon greatsword, which had reaped countless heads, now shattered directly beneath that crimson-glowing fist!

Ferocious demonic power swept over the Howling Moon Demon King's entire body. Its face changed drastically; it crossed its arms to meet the blow, trying to block this punch.

Its armor was washed apart by the demonic power into utter ruin, and its entire withered body flipped backward, retreating some thirty-plus zhang before it steadied itself.

The old wolf's gray fur bristled all over, and its gaze quietly swept over its forearm.

The Demon King's formidable physique put martial artists to shame.

But the other had used only one punch to put its arm bones on the verge of breaking.

This didn't look like a Slain Hunyuan Realm cultivator who had just broken through!

"Master, impressive skills... but isn't this a bit much? This King merely stepped in for a quick look around."

Sensing the shift in the situation, Howling Moon reacted with extreme speed, pulling its gaze away, enduring the intense pain, and brushing off the armor fragments on its body without changing expression.

No matter how shocked it was inside, it absolutely could not show it on the surface.

If it let the young man discover it had suffered a great loss at this moment, it would be very hard to retreat unscathed today.

"The one who truly wants to destroy your Qingzhou is not this King. That Lady comes from the Thousand Demon Cave; Jiang Yuanhua alone cannot stop her."

It earnestly analyzed the pros and cons for the young man.

The two had no real grudge... even if there was one, it certainly wasn't it that had provoked the other. At least before the matter at Qingzhou City reached a conclusion, it was willing to let bygones be bygones with a smile.

What in this world couldn't be talked over? Everything was negotiable.

"Matters have their priorities..."

Before the old wolf finished speaking, Shen Yi had already used the momentum of his earlier punch to gain some understanding of this new realm.

Once familiarized, his figure once again pressed down through the air.

Crimson mist condensed in his eyes like solid matter; he no longer bothered with those fancy martial arts.

So-called masters returned to simplicity.

When the simplest long fist could tear apart mountains and rivers, everything else became mere flourish.

His elbow slammed heavily into Howling Moon's face, sending the old wolf flying once more. Its ferocious beastly face caved in, and its sharp fangs were all shattered.

Shen Yi's figure suddenly vanished on the spot.

He didn't have the habit of chatting with his food before eating.

He seized the old wolf's neck in midair, then slammed it violently downward.

The Howling Moon Demon King's two claws gripped the young man's wrist in a death grip. The claws, sharp enough to easily tear apart the bodies of Embracing Elixir Realm demon lords, finally, with all its might, sank into Shen Yi's skin.

Yet beneath the skin it had finally broken through was not flesh and blood, but crimson demonic power condensed like solid matter.

The flesh body was the skin, the Dao Infant was the bone.

The Howling Moon Demon King was already an extremely aged old demon, no longer as robust as in its youth, but even so, it still couldn't believe that under this young man's grip, it would appear so feeble.

But after all, it was still a demon king.

The old wolf's two eyes bulged from their sockets, its demonic power gathering in both claws, finally managing to snatch a moment of respite beneath that pale palm suffused with a crimson glow.

"Awooo—"

It wrenched open its blood-and-flesh-blurred maw, a long howl tearing free—shrill and piercing!

"…"

Shen Yi knit his brows tight; within that wolf-howl, he actually felt as though he were about to be driven out of his own body… a divine ability targeting the soul.

It could force the divine soul to leave the body, then scatter it.

After all, he had spent a full seventeen hundred years battling the Dao Infant's consciousness, so his divine sense was now far tougher and stronger than anyone else's—but even so, a fierce, dazed feeling still washed over him.

He finally released his grip on Howling Moon's throat.

Relief at having survived the disaster flooded the old wolf's face, yet it did not dare to halt its divine ability for even a moment; instead, it let its howl ring out several degrees louder!

At such close range, this might be its one and only chance—to shatter the youth's divine soul in a single, furious push!

The next instant, Shen Yi's hand dropped to the hilt at his waist; the moment it touched Qian Yuan, a cool, refreshing sensation surged into his body,

As a superior-grade treasure, Qian Yuan had only one function besides its sharpness.

Guarding the divine soul!

Perhaps it could not outright ignore the Howling Moon Demon King's divine ability, but when paired with his already formidable divine sense…

Puchi!

Shen Yi gripped the blade with both hands; the sword-body wreathed in black mist plunged straight downward, stabbing directly into the old wolf's bloody maw, piercing through its mouth and thrusting out through the nape of its neck.

He then let go of the hilt and threw another brutal punch!

Peng—

The old wolf's eye sockets shattered, its face a mask of blood; unable to break free, it could only instinctively swing its claws back in retaliation.

(End of Chapter)