Chapter 271: White Feather Demon Emperor

The wind rustled bleakly, the bamboo forest swaying like a calm, green sea.

Yet right before this heart-refreshing scene.

lay three corpses, their tattered skins pierced through with sharp bamboo stalks.

They were hollow inside, as if their Dao infants had already been taken away.

That a true Hunyuan Sect master should die beneath seemingly ordinary green bamboo is simply absurd.

Zhang Mingyang stood with hands clasped behind his back, his black-and-white long robe rippling slightly.

But the smile he had worn outside was gone from his face.

His eyes were gloomy, making onlookers shiver with fear.

The Xuan Guang Cave disciple standing beside him, seeing his junior uncle's expression, could only vent his anger on others amidst his terror: "A bunch of useless fools! We gave you the route map, yet there is still no progress. What have you been doing!"

Before the bamboo forest, two Hunyuan Sect masters held jade slips, their eyes bloodshot.

What route map! Over seventy different variations, all mere guesses. What the hell use is this!

The previous three had already tested more than twenty wrong routes in total.

And for the two of them to survive, they must find that possibly non-existent path to life from the remaining routes.

But they could only advance, not retreat.

Because there might be a path to life ahead in the bamboo forest, but retreating would surely mean certain death.

A Transformation of Spirit Realm expert acting without restraint was far more terrifying than this bamboo forest.

"Where is Chen Zhong? Why hasn't he come yet?"

Zhang Mingyang finally spoke, his voice cold as dark ice.

He had had enough of this group of useless people; not only was their cultivation low, but they had no experience breaking formations, completely wasting time.

Compared to the Da Qian Sect masters already trained, they were simply extremely disappointing.

"Junior uncle, he is probably hiding."

That Xuan Guang Cave disciple said softly: "Deserting the battlefield. Once we get out, I will surely teach him a lesson."

"Does that require you to teach me?"

Zhang Mingyang glanced at him, and the disciple quickly lowered his head: "This disciple dares not!"

Though they were of the same sect, there was no affection whatsoever between a Transformation of Spirit Realm and a Hunyuan Realm; the other party was a creation of heaven and earth that had completely shed the mortal flesh.

In his eyes, he and the other Hunyuan Sect masters might have no difference at all.

"You wretch."

Zhang Mingyang glanced backward, a bit more killing intent appearing in his eyes.

Just then.

Those two Hunyuan Sect masters noticed his mind wandering, exchanged a glance, and resolve surged in their eyes.

Rather than being forced to die, it was better to try fleeing now.

Each went a different way; life and death were up to fate.

No words were needed.

In an instant, brilliance erupted from both of them, and they fled toward the north and south respectively!

Their cultivation was low only in comparison to the Xuan Guang Cave.

Outside, two initial-stage Hunyuan Realm experts were enough to be considered powerful figures who could intimidate a region; now fleeing with all their might, they vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Hah?"

The Xuan Guang Cave disciple looked with some astonishment, then mockery appeared in his eyes.

Fleeing before a Transformation of Spirit Realm cultivator?

He must have been scared senseless.

Indeed, Zhang Mingyang didn't even lift an eyelid; he merely waved his sleeve slightly, and the qi of heaven and earth instantly erupted into turmoil.

In the next moment, two figures were smashed back almost simultaneously.

Their wounds were different, but the Dao infants revealed were already covered in cracks.

The light in both their eyes quickly dimmed; it was clear they had lost their lives.

"This..."

The disciple did not know why his junior uncle suddenly struck to kill, but he respectfully praised anyway: "As expected of Junior Uncle Zhang, your cultivation has greatly advanced..."

Zhang Mingyang's face was cold and gloomy; he slowly lowered his hand, glanced at him, and said: "Shut up."

This was not his doing.

As if verifying his words, in an instant, two figures appeared leisurely from the front and back.

Once the disciple saw the appearance of the newcomers, he fell instantly silent, his back already soaked in cold sweat.

In the forest far away.

A black-robed youth stood with hands hanging by his sides, a strange glint flashing through his clear eyes.

Behind him, A Qing's hand holding the formation plate trembled: "This is..."

Before he could finish, Chen Zhong beside him waved his hand vigorously!

Signaling the other not to speak.

The old man forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, striving to maintain his composure.

He was a Da Qian Inspector and had fought countless demons and monsters with the Xuan Guang Cave, yet that snow-white figure before him still made his heart beat uncontrollably faster.

Except for its snow-white feathers, it looked like just an ordinary crane.

It was less than a person's height.

Two slender long legs walked forward elegantly, causing the Zhang Mingyang opposite to instinctively step back half a pace.

By comparison, the other side's burly wild boar demon even seemed rather unremarkable.

"Cave Forty-Two, Bai Yu Yao Huang."

Chen Zhong used a secret sound-transmission technique, then looked toward Shen Yi.

As the undisputed overlord of this area, the Thousand Demon Caves still held the upper hand while resisting the forces of Mount Wutong, Xuan Guang Cave, and the Great Qian Martial Temple all at once.

Bai Yu Yao Huang managed to rank forty-second among them.

He was already among that batch of strongest experts standing at the very peak.

A Qing hurriedly rummaged through a storage treasure, then produced three goose-stone-like objects, each engraved with profound magical arrays.

He stuffed the items into the hands of the two of them.

"Can the people of Xuan Guang Cave match this Demon Emperor?"

These goose stones seemed similar to the silver bell, yet they emitted no aura fluctuations whatsoever.

"Match what...?"

Chen Zhong looked at A Qing helplessly; when had the Xu family produced such an innocent junior?

Every time the other party produced something, anyone with even a little knowledge could recognize their background at a glance.

As for himself from Great Qian, it was fine enough.

But that senior genius ahead—who knew what his background was? With even a slight hint of ill intent, the Xu family could suffer a huge loss!

He sighed: "Although Zhang Mingyang is strong, he is not considered top-tier within the Transformation of Spirit Realm; he is at least half a tier below Bai Yu Yao Huang. It would be good enough just to escape with his life."

Indeed, it was exactly as he had anticipated.

This time, the Thousand Demon Caves came specifically for Xuan Guang Cave.

"Senior, let us leave first!"

Although he dared not offend Shen Yi, since matters had reached this point, he had no choice but to speak out and remind them.

"Let us watch a bit longer."

Shen Yi gazed silently at the front.

Upon hearing these words, the two immediately showed shock on their faces.

This... is this even something one can watch for entertainment?

While the group talked, the white crane had already walked to Zhang Mingyang's front.

From start to finish, it maintained that same leisurely appearance.

Yet Zhang Mingyang showed not the slightest intention of turning and fleeing; the expression on his face was rather similar to that of the two Slain Hunyuan masters from before.

Turning around meant losing the initiative.

And the outcome of losing the initiative was nothing but perishing here.

"Are you surprised to see this Emperor?"

Bai Yu Yao Huang finally stopped, his voice carrying a hint of amusement: "Was it delicious?"

"What?" Zhang Mingyang looked over coldly.

"I ask you, were the several Demon Kings under my elder brother's command delicious?" Bai Yu Yao Huang flapped his wings.

"I do not know what you are talking about."

Zhang Mingyang lowered his eyes slightly: "When I entered the Eight Directions Dining Pavilion, I ate nothing... If you are speaking of Nie Jun, I was on the third floor and he was on the ninth; we never met. If you wish to avenge your elder brother, you should go find him."

(End of this chapter)