Chapter 229: Battle Against Lord Chimu

Boom—

Shattered rocks sprayed outward as the earth split open.

The plump figure lying on the ground had nothing to do with the statue—it was plainly a black bear demon with glossy, slick fur.

It staggered to its feet and let out a deafening roar toward the sky.

"Roar!"

The blow that could have shattered a ridge merely stirred the bear's fury.

"You wretched thing, how dare you destroy my statue!"

Lord Chimu had long ruled over Songzhou and had never suffered such a humiliation—he was comfortably basking in incense offerings, deep in sleep, when someone yanked him out.

Wu Xian or Grand Master?

It fixed its gaze on the figure in the sky: the young man stood atop demonic clouds, neither a Yin God nor bearing the aura of a Nascent Soul.

The bear narrowed its eyes: "Where did you come from, demon? Are you the Bai Xi's hired help?"

It knew the old rhinoceros was near death and had planned to deal with that Demon King in due time—yet the fool had gone and summoned an outsider demon to come after it.

Hearing this, Shen Yi raised an eyebrow, a chill deepening in his eyes.

He unleashed the Free-and-Easy Wind-Riding Technique once more, his form appearing behind the bear, his slender fingers gripping the thick, layered skin of its neck.

His arm surged with power.

The towering demon's eyes flickered with confusion before it realized its entire body had been swung aloft—and in the blink of an eye, it was slammed hard against a jagged mountain peak.

A muffled crack echoed as the entire small peak collapsed beneath its fat spine.

"Such immense strength!"

The bear, dazed, had barely lifted its head when a brutal straight punch smashed into its nose.

Its massive head crashed back onto the ground.

Shen Yi drew his blade at random, seized the instant the bear exposed an opening, and slashed the black-fogged edge straight across its neck!

Clang!

At the very moment Qian Yuan descended, a long spear materialized in the bear's palm—it braced both arms and blocked the blade with the spear shaft.

Blood streamed across its grotesque bear face; it bared its fangs, muscles bulging in its arms.

The scene resembled a dagger striking a tree trunk.

Yet now, that spear was slowly being pressed downward!

Oddly, even the bronze armor used by a minor Demon King for survival had been chipped by Qian Yuan—yet this spear shaft bore not even a white scratch.

"..."

Shen Yi paused a moment, then abruptly withdrew his long blade and clamped the spear shaft under his armpit with one arm.

"Roar!"

The bear roared again, for it realized its weapon was slipping from its grasp.

This bastard—was he trying to steal its weapon?!

It strained desperately to grip the spear shaft, watching helplessly as its claws slid inch by inch—until Shen Yi suddenly surged forward and yanked the spear away.

Thud!

The next instant, he dropped several zhang and kicked the bear's waist—under that terrifying force, its massive body was effortlessly flung dozens of zhang away, tumbling straight down the mountain.

Shen Yi immediately tossed the spear upward, spun around, his robe flaring wildly, then delivered another kick to its rear.

The spear shot forth like an arrow thickened a thousandfold, streaking straight toward the bear's heart!

A sharp tearing wind shrieked through the air.

The two demonic horses that had just arrived instinctively reared up, halting their charge—nearly throwing off their riders.

"Huh?"

Zhang Xuan steadied his dragon horse and was the first to see Lord Shen kicking the Demon King flying.

"Wu Miao disciple? Yin Shen cultivator?" Yang Qianxiang's eyebrow twitched twice as he turned to look at his own Grand General of Demon Suppression.

Which Yin God cultivator could treat a massive Demon King like a sack of rags and hurl it around like that?

Yet he truly sensed no trace of a Nascent Soul.

"..."

Zhang Xuan had no time to explain—his entire focus was on the spear in midair.

It hurtled forward with terrifying speed, striking the bear's chest in an instant—but instead of the wet *puch* of penetration, it vanished like snow melting against a searing iron plate.

Boom boom boom—

The bear smashed through trees on the cliffside, rolling down the mountain like a black boulder, leaving dense cracks wherever it struck.

Suddenly, it slammed a palm into the rock wall—finally halting its fall before reaching the mountain's base.

When it looked up again, its two jet-black eyes were drowned in blood-red, the tips of its fur turning crimson, as if fire burned across its body.

Invisible incense and devotional power gathered around it.

It formed into a radiant, fish-scale armor; a splendid feathered helm appeared atop its head; with a simple grasp, the straight spear reappeared in its palm.

The once plump bear now shone with divine radiance, resembling a mighty, imposing divine general.

It rose into the air, mist swirling beneath its feet.

"No matter where you come from, if you dare invade my protected land, today you shall die here!"

Its blood-red eyes glared down at the youth, its voice booming like a temple bell as it pointed the glinting spear tip: "Wretched beast, die!"

Lord Chimu manifests his divine might.

Far away, the terrified civilians who had collapsed from fear scrambled to their knees, pounding their foreheads against the ground with all their strength.

Zhang Xuan and Yang Qianxiang dismounted, standing among the crowd, their expressions tinged with complexity.

If given more time, this Lord Chimu demon king might truly have built a temple and been deified.

Instead, the Zhen Mo Si patrol envoy, my lord, has been slandered as a demon.

"Protect me on both sides."

Yang Qianxiang wasted no more time, sitting down on the ground with decisive efficiency.

Immediately, his Yin Spirit floated out from his body, the self-mockery in his expression growing even more intense.

It was laughable; though this was within the bounds of Songzhou, he could not mobilize the vast power of incense and faith, proving just how disappointed the common people had become with the Zhen Mo Si, and how incompetent and negligent he, the Grand Marshal, truly was.

"My Lord Shen! Yang has come to aid you!"

He shouted in a deep voice, then rushed straight up at the Lord Chimu demon king in the sky.

Yet that figure in the black robe was far faster than Yang Qianxiang could ever be.

Shen Yi stepped upon the air, and at the very moment the long spear thrust forward, he unleashed a fist that smashed out with a boom!

Lord Chimu sneered; bolstered by his innate divine ability, his strength had surged, his power far beyond what it had been just moments before... Only another dull thud was heard as the long spear in his hand was blasted straight away!

The bear demon's palms went numb; he looked up in shock at the long spear in the sky.

He had no time to react.

Shen Yi had already smashed a heavy, powerful leg down onto his crown; the feathered helmet, condensed from the power of incense and vows, instantly shattered, the bear demon's forehead cracked with a crack, and his entire body plummeted uncontrollably toward the ground.

Yang Qianxiang had just floated into the air when he saw my Lord Shen had already dove down.

The body beneath the black robe seemed to contain boundless strength.

The opponent gripped the bear demon's face, yanking his head up, and without hesitation, smashed his right fist into the demon's eye socket.

The demon bones, hard as steel, proved as fragile as bamboo strips beneath that fist.

With a crack, they shattered and flew apart, and along with them the crimson eyeball was smashed to pieces!

(End of this chapter)