Chapter 267: Fighting Three Demons Alone (Part 1)

At the instant that unfamiliar demonic power erupted in the sky.

The one-horned tiger demon felt a few doubts arise in its heart.

Besides the Thousand Demon Cave, could there be other wild demons who had entered the cave dwelling?

But in just an instant, its face changed abruptly.

That surging killing intent was actually aimed at itself!

"What boldness!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the golden horn on the one-horned tiger demon's forehead transformed into a stream of light, gathering into its right palm to condense into a domineering golden blade.

It suddenly swung the blade upward to strike the sky.

For demons and monsters, refining mysterious objects on one's body into weapons is considered a common method.

This single horn of the tiger demon bore an extremely fierce reputation, not inferior even to a magical treasure.

Having severed countless lost souls, it earned the beautiful title of Golden Blade Demon King.

Clang—

The black mist on the Submerged Deep Long Blade suddenly scattered.

In contrast, light bloomed on the golden blade, its momentum vast and mighty, even causing a few cracks to appear on that ink-black blade.

The superiority was immediately decided.

But unlike the weapon, the tiger demon, holding the golden blade, had its arms swell like small hills, yet it emitted a crack of bone breaking; it did not even last a single breath before being pressed directly to its knees by the overwhelming immense force!

Its knees slammed onto the ground with a boom, horrifying cracks instantly spreading across the surface, making the surrounding mountain peaks seem to tremble.

And the scene revealed to everyone's eyes was even more chilling.

They saw a handsome young man holding a blade in one hand, while in the other hand he was actually carrying a scholar with a dazed face.

With one hand alone, he could press a Demon King so they could not stand?

What terrifying strength was this.

Immediately after, the young man casually threw the scholar toward Chen Zhong.

His gaze fell upon the Submerged Deep, which now showed a few cracks, then turned to look at that tiger demon.

The body beneath the black robe erupted with crimson light once more.

Only until this moment did the tiger demon realize where that demonic energy had come from.

Condensing a Dao Infant with demonic power...

What kind of ruthless killer is this.

The domineering golden blade instantly dropped much lower, the flat of the blade pressing directly against its throat, causing it to sweat profusely while it could only emit a whimper for help.

"Go!"

Beside the tiger demon, two figures appeared; one rat demon opened its mouth to spew gray mist carrying a foul stench, within which flickered tiny sparks of fire, shooting toward the young man's face like sharp arrows.

Shen Yi sidestepped to avoid it, but a few stinging sensations still arose in his eyes.

Red mist rose within his black pupils.

He suddenly drew his blade; just at the moment the tiger demon had just sighed in relief, the sharp edge had already stabbed into its neck.

Pfft!

A wave of foul blood splashed outward.

On the other side, the black-faced man struck with a palm, and Shen Yi's left hand struck out as well.

Flesh palm against flesh palm, only the crisp sound of crack, crack was heard.

The black-faced man's entire arm tore open, flesh splitting to reveal sharp broken bones.

But striking with the palm was merely a feint.

The scorpion tail shooting from behind him was the killing move!

The tail needle shimmered with an eerie light and, with a hiss, pierced Shen Yi's shoulder.

The black-faced man's features twisted in pain, but his eyes still stared fixedly at the young man's shoulder, a few traces of joy appearing in them.

But in just an instant, that joy turned to shock.

The invincible scorpion tail needle, combined with his full strength, had now only broken through the opponent's skin.

Hidden within the tail needle was a poison so fierce that even a Dao Infant could not endure it.

Yet it could not reach the Dao Infant at all.

"What the hell is this!"

Seeing the opponent's hand already reaching for his tail, the scorpion demon hurriedly withdrew more than ten zhang, abandoning this assassination attempt.

Although the Dao Infant is the true body of a Slain Hunyuan master.

Unless absolutely necessary, no one is willing to abandon their physical body.

Moreover, the opponent is only at the initial stage of Slain Hunyuan; the Dao Infant has not yet reached the point where it can detach from the body and act independently.

The poison has already seeped into his body; it would take only one breath to paralyze his entire body and make him unable to move.

At the very least, this counts as saving the Golden Blade Demon King.

"..."

Shen Yi simply and cleanly released the sword hilt.

The Golden Blade Demon King, whose two huge tiger paws now tightly gripped the sharp edge of the ink blade, finally pulled it out from its throat; just as it prepared to exert force and retreat, it saw the young man before it raise a hand and deliver a punch.

"Awooo!"

It let out a muffled roar of anger; the golden blade that had fallen to the ground transformed into a stream of light and returned to its forehead, turning back into the single horn.

It used that brilliant golden horn to crash fiercely into the punch!

No matter how strong the body, it is merely formed of flesh and blood; how could it withstand its golden horn tempered for ten thousand years.

Just then, it suddenly felt a wisp of coolness sweep toward its face.

Between Shen Yi's Bai Xi palm, a chilling cold air suddenly surged forth.

In an instant, the surroundings seemed to plunge into an ice cave.

Even several Hunyuan Sect masters far away felt their Dao Infants stagnate.

And the tiger demon facing this punch directly, its eyes now bulging wide, seemed to have even its scalding demon blood frozen within its body.

Bang!

Shen Yi smashed a fist onto the single horn.

Under the shroud of frost, the golden horn's radiance rapidly dimmed, then suddenly cracked under the bombardment of boundless immense force, with the surging power pouring down entirely onto the tiger demon's forehead!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The Golden Blade Demon King's entire body was blasted flying; the rat demon still tried to help it steady its form, but was instead violently knocked to the ground, momentarily gasping for breath and spitting out fresh red blood.

Amidst the massive roar.

The tiger demon's golden horn broke, its skull fractured, its whole body like frozen-shattered stone, its limbs convulsing, unable even to perform the simplest act of rising.

"..."

One slash, one palm, one fist.

From start to finish, it took no more than twenty breaths.

Right before the eyes of two higher-realm Demon Kings, he cleanly and decisively crippled the Golden Blade Demon King.

Let alone the other Hunyuan Sect masters, even Chen Zhong and Zheng Zisheng, who possessed the highest realms, felt a slight terror.

Such strength could probably only be matched by extreme-realm experts who had accumulated years in the Hunyuan Realm.

The scholar, still in a daze, clumsily rubbed his waist and scanned the surroundings.

His gaze lingered for an instant on the long robe on Zheng Zisheng.

A certain strangeness appeared in his eyes.

Immediately, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze and obediently followed beside Chen Zhong.

Master Shen had previously thrown him to this person's side, indicating that this elder was trustworthy.

"Hah."

Shen Yi exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and glanced sideways at his shoulder.

The intense poison of the scorpion-tail needle had been mostly consumed by Toad Lord.

Though there was some pain, the effect was not significant.

After giving Lady Qinghua an order, she picked up Qian Yuan and darted toward that tiger demon, then immediately executed a horizontal slash that severed the opponent's head.

【Slain Hunyuan Realm Single-Horned Tiger Demon, total lifespan 16,700 years, remaining lifespan 6,300 years, absorption complete】

"This."

The other masters watched the long blade return to its sheath, and their hearts startled once more.

In such a short time, the opponent had revealed at least two magical treasures; coupled with such youth, which great power's young master had come out to travel?

In any case, it could not be the Martial Temple or the Profound Light Cave.

They quietly looked toward those two people.

Chen Zhong frowned tightly, staring at the ink blade at the youth's waist, with doubt rising in his eyes.

Why did this look so much like a Yin Spirit acting?

But recalling the scene where the youth had descended from the sky and forcefully fought the Golden Blade Demon King, he mockingly dismissed this thought.

The Dao Infant had even been revealed; how could it possibly be some Yin Spirit?

(End of this chapter)