Chapter 326: One Punch, One Spear
The thought of the Qingqiu Shenxu Laozu was very simple.
Through the young man's previous punch, it had already roughly figured out the opponent's true capabilities.
Perhaps others could not understand, but Qingqiu was originally well-versed in various miscellaneous arts.
There were no such strange things; the opponent was merely a body-refining martial artist.
As for cultivation, in any case, it definitely could not withstand one palm strike from itself, so there was absolutely no need to rush.
Do not be trapped by the opponent's hidden killing move.
Once it figured out exactly what kind of thing this was, it could easily play this young man to death.
Dark green turtle-shell-like patterns rapidly unfolded, blocking that dark light, and attempted to wrap it up inside.
But its speed of shattering was even faster than its appearance.
It did not even last a single breath.
Shen Yi swept past the shattered turtle shell, stepped into the air, and arrived beneath the fox's head.
He made no sound, merely focusing and seriously thrusting the long spear in his hand toward the opponent's neck.
The wide, soft green robe rustled loudly.
Dark light flared between the skin, making his entire person appear even more Bai Xi.
Accompanied by a "puchi" sound.
The formation on the fox demon's fur was dissolved by the dark light; the ferocious spear tip pierced the flesh and penetrated deep inside, with not a drop of blood overflowing, the entire wound filled with black light.
"Xuan Feng... Xuan Feng..."
The Qingqiu Shenxu Laozu was still chanting the spell, but found it gradually could not produce sound.
It dazedly looked down, staring fixedly at the young man's handsome face, and seeing the opponent look back, a swollen fox head was reflected in his clear eyes.
The already enormous demon body was now stretched another three parts larger.
Threads of dark light seeped out from between the skin.
"Chila!" Like the sound of cloth being torn, it rang out successively all over the Qingqiu Shenxu Laozu's body; its demon body split open from the inside, emitting a faint long dragon cry.
Then it deflated like a leaking balloon.
"..."
Shen Yi slowly released the Youwei Spear.
What three moves, what three hundred moves.
He most likely had only one chance; once the Qingqiu fox discovered the existence of the Youwei Spear, it would never give him another chance to get close.
He had come to kill demons, not to compete in martial arts.
Shen Yi lowered his eyes slightly.
Without the support of demonic power, the fox demon whose internal organs had already been smashed into meat paste by the dark light fell powerless toward the ground.
A long spear drilled out from its neck and returned to the storage treasure at the young man's waist.
Boom—
Until the fox demon crashed to the ground, a violent muffled sound broke the surrounding silence.
Qingfeng True Person still held up one index finger.
Two moves.
Facing the Qingqiu Shenxu Laozu's various methods, Shen Yi used only one punch and one spear.
If not for the realm being truly too low, unable to actively approach the fox demon, plus being overly cautious and wasting one punch to shatter the pearl treasure.
The opponent actually only needed one spear strike to slay that fox.
But what made Qingfeng True Person silent was not the Qingqiu Shenxu Laozu's demise; he knew what kind of divine weapon the opponent had died by, and that thing perhaps even he himself could not withstand.
What he found absurd was why the Youwei Spear was being held quietly in Shen Yi's palm.
That was not an ordinary weapon.
It was the tail of the Sixteenth Elder of the Thousand Demon Cave, plus nurtured with evil qi spiritual roots for who knows how many years, long ago becoming an incredibly fierce and violent object.
Anyone daring to touch it would be lucky not to be counter-attacked by it; how could it possibly obey others' commands?
"Body-refining cultivation comparable to the early stage of Soul Transformation, plus a Youwei Spear."
Qingfeng True Person slowly withdrew his hand, re-examining the young man falling from the sky.
An existence like this was truly very difficult to judge the opponent's strength by ordinary means.
If prepared in advance, any cultivator at the mid-stage of Soul Transformation could use methods to instantly ambush and kill him; but similarly, as long as the opponent was given a chance, Shen Yi only needed one strike to make others perish.
"Help me think of something," Qingfeng True Person said indifferently.
"Think of what?" Tang Yuan turned back from his shock; compared to others, he actually felt his brain going numb.
Not long ago, he had personally watched Brother Shen, under the influence of that spear, covered entirely in black scales, nearly transforming into a demon.
Now it was still the same spear, and Shen Yi's realm had not leaped forward with sudden progress.
But that spear had inexplicably become incredibly obedient.
"Think of a way that is not too awkward, to make him forget about those three moves or five moves just now."
Qingfeng True Person coughed dryly.
Such an act of being self-important, how could it appear on his own person.
"Master worries too much; as long as you do not seek him out, Brother Shen will most likely not pay attention to you," Tang Yuan nodded seriously.
"That seems even more awkward."
Qingfeng True Person rolled his eyes with a slightly childish expression.
He turned around, only to find that everyone in Great Qian had a dumbfounded expression, among whom was even that Yaksha Dharma Image.
What does this mean?
Could it be that this group knows nothing, just like me, yet still dares to follow that young man surnamed Shen to slay the Old Shenxu Laozu of Qingqiu?
The True Person of Qingfeng was momentarily speechless, and waved his hand to dismiss the light screen.
"I'm no longer certain he is Brother Shen."
Master Zhu Jue did not rush out as he had before; instead, he stood in place and shook his head.
Wu Dao'an also opened his mouth.
I still remember when Shen Yi first arrived at the Wu Temple, he had barely condensed his Yin Spirit, not even qualifying as a Beginner Wu Xian.
Each time he left and returned, he seemed somewhat unfamiliar.
Previously, it was tolerable—at least it was only a leap in realm.
This time, it was even more extreme: he directly switched from cultivating Yin Spirit to Slain Hunyuan, then slaughtered the Old Shenxu Laozu of Qingqiu using his hardened body.
"Have you noticed something?"
Wu Dao'an turned his head dully: "Isn't Shen Shi-di exactly the being Qingqiu has always wanted to become?"
Proficient in all paths, capable of wielding anything as a tool.
He is the true Shenxu Laozu of Qingqiu!
"Huh."
Shen Yi walked slowly over, watching the group stare at each other in silence.
He himself had no particular thoughts.
He had avoided it before because he could not explain it.
Now it was much better.
No one in Daqian could make him explain anything anymore.
He merely walked to Qingfeng's side and gazed quietly at him.
The strength he displayed today should be sufficient for the other to acknowledge Daqian's status.
"..."
What, looking for trouble?
The True Person of Qingfeng averted his gaze, feigning casualness as he scanned the surroundings.
"Master, you're being a bit obvious."
Tang Yuan muttered, head bowed.
"Hahahaha."
The True Person of Qingfeng threw back his head and laughed loudly, one hand behind his back, the other gripping Tang Yuan, riding the clouds into the sky, then departing in grand style.
Xu Hongde stared at the direction the boy had left.
He retracted his gaze and turned back to Shen Yi.
Clearly, the world outside had changed greatly—at least Daqian had become a realm that Qingqiu could now provoke.
This ought to have been a matter of discontent.
After all, when Shen Yi brought them out, he had mentioned nothing about this.
But after witnessing what had just occurred.
All discontent vanished instantly.
Just as Shen Yi had once said, Xu Hongde now knew who he was.
One such person was enough.
Precisely at Daqian's moment of decline, it gave the Xu family an opportunity to join.
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