Chapter 230: I Am Lord Chimu

After detaining the Howling Moon Demon King and using demon blood to feed the Flood Immortal up to the Demon King tier,

Shen Yi now, relying purely on the strength of his physical body, was already far beyond what ordinary demons and monsters could withstand.

One punch from him, and the bear demon's head sank deep into the mountainside.

Then he ripped it back out and slammed down another punch.

"This lord... I am a Divine Lord... you damned beast..."

The old bear demon's two eyeballs had both been smashed to pulp; under the searing pain, it frantically struggled to rise.

And every time it sat up, Shen Yi would whip a side kick and slam it back to the ground.

Two fists rained down like a raging storm.

"Louder. Can't hear you."

Hearing the indifferent voice at his ear, the black bear opened its bloody maw: "I am—"

From beneath the ink-black sleeve, a pale arm suddenly pierced through its lower jaw, then blasted its tongue to pieces.

"You are what?"

"Aaargh!!"

The bear demon let out a whimper; the arm had just pulled back when it lashed out again, shattering half of its skull.

It was Lord Chimu...

Clad in resplendent armor, its fur vivid and reddened.

Majestic as a divine general.

Yet now it could only be forced to lie on the ground, unable to even get up.

Shen Yi hadn't used anything else, hadn't even touched the Qian Yuan at his waist; the motion of his fists hadn't paused for a single instant.

Not until his arms ached and his whole body was splattered with thick, sticky blood did he slowly straighten up from the bear's corpse; the entire mountain was already on the verge of collapse, seeming as if it would shatter apart completely the next moment.

The wet, dripping ink-black robe entered the field of vision of everyone below the mountain.

The youth stood atop the massive bear corpse, his form tiny, yet the pressure he exuded made it impossible for anyone to even breathe.

"..."

He stared silently at the corpse beneath his feet for a while.

Then he waved his hand and stored it away in a storage treasure.

He turned and walked down the mountain.

"This..."

Yang Qianxiang floated in the air; when slaying the demon, he had felt there was no way for him to intervene, and now that the demon had been executed, he was even more stupefied than before.

A disciple of the Martial Temple, a Yin God cultivator.

Where was the Yin God?

He had only seen a humanoid demon smash Lord Chimu's head into a pulp of mingled bone and flesh with an utterly terrifying, clean efficiency.

This great Chimu demon had held the center, simultaneously suppressing both the Zhen Mo Si and another Demon King.

Truly overbearing and ferocious.

Yet in the hands of Inspector my lord, it was as helpless as a child, utterly unable to fight back.

It was simply suffocating for the onlookers.

At the foot of the mountain.

Toppled stone statues, along with many overturned incense altars, broken wood and rubble strewn everywhere—the scene looked utterly disheveled.

Shen Yi walked up to the crowd; a thick scent of blood spread out.

"Inspector my lord!"

Zhang Xuan dropped to one knee, both palms clasped in a fist.

So excited that his whole body was trembling.

What had just happened completely shattered his fixed impression of Yin God cultivators.

So it wasn't only Slain Hunyuan Sect masters who could inspect the Nine Provinces.

So long as one also practiced body-tempering methods, Wu Xian could do the same!

Judging from Lord Shen's performance just now, Zhang Xuan even felt that even in a pure physical-body fight, perhaps even a Slain Hunyuan Realm cultivator might not be a match for the Inspector.

"Heh... heh..."

The common folk all fearfully buried their heads on the ground, trembling with dread, not even having the courage to lift their heads for a single direct glance.

To them, the earth-shaking scene just now was no different from the legendary battles between immortals.

The Lord Chimu they had to worship day and night had left them with nothing but one wail of agony after another.

Until the middle-aged man clad in profound armor knelt on the ground.

The title of Inspector was not something ordinary people could come into contact with.

But as people of Songzhou, how could they possibly fail to recognize the profound armor and red cloak they had once longed for day and night?

And now, that great general of demon suppression was paying respects to the youth with the most deferential posture.

The common folk of the four commanderies had long since given up useless fantasies.

After watching again and again with their own eyes as relatives and friends were sent into the back kitchen, then carried out to the dining table, while those figures in cloud-patterned ink-black robes never once appeared, they had come to recognize reality.

Now, had this group of lords truly returned?

"Arrange hands as soon as possible, and sweep the four commanderies once more to make sure no demons were missed."

Shen Yi nodded, signaling the other to rise.

Even Lady Qinghua, with all her experience, could not possibly be flawless.

Moreover, the current Yin Spirit is too powerful; she finds it extremely difficult to control, and without incense offerings to replenish her, she cannot remain outside for long.

Upon hearing these words.

Those lying on the ground suddenly felt their strength draining; their arms gradually could no longer support their heavy bodies, and had it not been for the overwhelming stench of blood, some would have been unable to suppress their sobs.

It was not some other demon that had invaded this place — the opponent was the true Zhen Mo Si my lord, leading troops to reclaim the city seized by demons.

Compared to this group of ordinary people, Zhang Xuan's condition was no better.

What do you mean by "clean it all over again"?

Has Master Shen already visited all four remaining commanderies and over a hundred counties?

"Your humble servant obeys!"

Zhang Xuan suppressed his shock and quickly bowed his hands in assent.

Beside him, Yang Qianxiang slowly opened his eyes; his already gaunt appearance, under the trembling motion, now truly resembled an old man on the verge of death.

"Songzhou's Regional Commander Yang Qianxiang, pays homage to the Inspector." He bowed deeply.

Saying this, the old man fell to his knees with a thud: "Qianxiang has failed in my duty to guard this land; I beg Master Shen to punish me."

The demon calamity had been effortlessly resolved by the other, leaving Yang Qianxiang both exhilarated and pained — he had spent every day thinking how to break through to the Middle Realm of Wu Xian; had he used all that wasted time to cultivate Body Refinement techniques…

Perhaps Songzhou would never have sunk to its current state.

"I don't care about that."

Shen Yi shook his head; he had joined the Zhen Mo Si for less than a year — how could he understand its reward and punishment rules?

If you don't understand something, don't concern yourself with it.

Send the report back to headquarters; those who know the system will handle it.

Of course, if one ignores those rules and views it solely from Shen Yi's perspective:

Jiang Yuanhua faced two Demon Kings and nearly lost the entire Outside Qingzhou; this old man's cultivation is even lower than Jiang Yuanhua's, yet he managed to hold onto half — he hardly qualifies as derelict in duty.

"First, attend to your duties; meanwhile, gather the demon hunters and compile all information on the other Demon King — I'll come to collect it later."

Shen Yi once again summoned the demon cloud; the demon calamity in Songzhou was over, but his own business was not yet finished.

"Your humble servant understands."

Yang Qianxiang slowly raised his head, suddenly realizing a problem.

Why did it always feel as though Master Shen had not come to inspect Songzhou?

He seemed utterly unconcerned with how the Songzhouzhen Mo Si had handled matters.

He watched helplessly as Shen Yi rode the cloud away.

Only after a long while did Yang Qianxiang lower his gaze and turn silently to the excited Zhang Xuan: "You call this… 'slightly understand Body Refinement'?"

After serving together for so long, he had truly never realized his own Zhen Mo Si general had such boldness in his speech.

"That wasn't what I said."

Zhang Xuan's lips twitched twice — how could he have known that Master Shen was this humble?

(End of Chapter)