Chapter 359: First Pick the Soft Persimmon

Slaughter them...?

The instant these words echoed, Yi Daohong's figure suddenly shot away a hundred zhang.

The other cultivators of Xuan Guang Cave also scattered, assuming stances to defend against the enemy.

Just as Miao Qinghui was pondering how much truth lay in these words, a vast and majestic Jin Guang swept past before her eyes.

She saw that the dark golden Dharma manifestation made not the slightest hesitation.

Like an arrow leaving the bowstring, its massive and muscular form burst forth.

Shen Yi seemed to be its seal.

After he hovered away from the shoulder of the Golden Body Dharma manifestation, this existence, over ten zhang tall, finally revealed its terror to the world.

Heavy oppressive pressure raged and swept, making cultivators of slightly lower cultivation unable to breathe.

Until it arrived above Yi Daohong's head.

A huge palm with distinct lines, in a posture that covered the sky and earth, slammed down with a boom!

The clash between two late-stage Soul Transformation cultivators caused the heavenly and earthly spiritual qi to erupt completely in a single exchange.

They rapidly gathered, condensing in the air into a silver-glowing Dharma sword like a snow-bright river, fully a zhang long, with a blade body of immense thickness.

Crack! Crack!

The Prison-Suppressing Dharma manifestation neither dodged nor yielded; the palm fell straight down, while the zhang-long broad Dharma sword thrust directly at its palm.

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the Dharma sword not only failed to pierce that dark golden palm, but shattered inch by inch under the immense force, dissipating once more into heavenly and earthly spiritual qi.

Yi Daohong forcibly received this palm strike; the entire person, caught completely off guard, plummeted to the ground, smashing with a boom against the Dragon Tooth mountain wall!

In a single round, the superiority was immediately decided.

The cultivators of Xuan Guang Cave turned deathly pale, finally recalling the terrifying nature of this group of Yin Spirit cultivators.

That demonic and fierce body of incense was no worse than a magical treasure.

With every fist and palm strike, a mere graze caused injury, a mere touch meant death.

"You..."

Miao Qinghui quickly turned her head, looking at the youth not far away.

She had thought it was merely a verbal dispute; she never expected the Golden Body Dharma manifestation to not only suddenly attack, but do so with such ruthlessness, clearly aiming to take lives.

"You really mean it?!"

This fellow truly intends to slaughter so many people from Xuan Guang Cave.

What a joke.

If either of these two late-stage Soul Transformation cultivators perished here, the only ones happy in the end would be the Thousand Demon Den.

The reason was actually for an insignificant Xu family?

Mount Wutong appeared lofty and above all, but actually still kept this alliance in mind; otherwise, they would not send disciples over to mediate every time a problem arose, striving to prevent major issues.

This time was no exception.

Miao Qinghui stopped talking nonsense and said directly: "Make him stop immediately!"

In her view, the Xu family was merely having a private grudge with Xuan Guang Cave; Great Qian had already proven they possessed the strength to protect the Xu family, which was enough; there was truly no need for excessive casualties due to internal strife.

Friction between allies was quite normal.

Present strength as a bargaining chip, and anything could be discussed, anything could be compromised.

Most importantly, it must not affect the main business.

Every late-stage Soul Transformation cultivator was a main force resisting the Thousand Demon Den, an extremely precious existence.

"..."

Having spoken, Miao Qinghui was momentarily stunned.

She sensed something strange.

Mount Wutong, which usually spoke and acted without deviation, seemed less effective this time.

That youth clad in magnificent Dharma robes hung silently ahead, completely ignoring her.

"Do you now mean for this seat to handle it personally?"

Miao Qinghui narrowed her eyes slightly, slowly frowning her brows.

To put it bluntly.

Nie Jun killed the Blood-Transforming Demon Emperor; did the Thousand Demon Den dare to retaliate against Mount Wutong? Wasn't this group of fellow disciples leaping about inside the Thousand Demon Den solely to prevent those demons from coming out to retaliate against their allies?

At this moment, her words held no power.

Miao Qinghui exhaled slightly, extended her palm, and a treasure tower quietly fell into her hand.

Mount Wutong's authority was not won by arguing with words.

Just then, Shen Yi finally moved.

He glanced back slightly.

Under the gaze of those pitch-black eyes, Miao Qinghui suddenly realized something.

The reason Shen Yi had stood here all along was not to watch the show.

It was to watch her.

Letting that late-stage Soul Transformation Dharma manifestation deal with Yi Daohong, while the other party remained behind to guard her, a disciple of Mount Wutong?

"Do you underestimate this seat a bit too much?"

Miao Qinghui felt both angry and amused, and rebuked: "Move aside! Or do not blame this seat for being impolite."

Shen Yi turned around slowly and deliberately.

On the contrary, he had never underestimated this woman before him; he felt Lady Qinghua was not her match, and indeed the gap was quite large.

Therefore, the one who remained behind was Shen Yi himself.

At this thought, he stood with his hands hanging by his sides, a thick black fiendish aura filling his eyes as his presence spread out, letting his robe hem flutter wildly: "You try."

Watching Shen Yi suddenly clash with Miao Qinghui again.

Led by Master Zhu Jue, the many Golden Body Dharma Images preparing to break out all halted in place.

Then, without a word, they quietly closed in on the side.

"..."

Miao Qinghui, holding the treasure pagoda, grew even more strange in expression.

She had never felt this kind of predicament before.

Both sides were allies, forcing her to choose one to deal a killing blow.

"Did you forget that this Seat is also a Soul Transformation Late Stage cultivator?"

She glanced sideways toward the distance.

There, the dark golden Dharma Image swept through the air, launching a fierce attack, every move a killing technique.

Yi Daohong, known as the True Person of Ten Thousand Arts, never relied on magical treasures and had mastered at least a hundred profound Dharma Arts, which should have made him no worse than most cultivators of the same realm.

With a wave of his hand, various cultivation techniques emerged endlessly.

Turbulence shook heaven and earth.

But that Golden Body Dharma Image moved at an astonishing speed and released a dragon and a sea serpent.

With the three surrounding him, Yi Daohong could only run for his life.

Seeing the sea serpent wrap around his body, some unknown method was used, turning the old man's face black.

No more mercy could be shown...

Miao Qinghui suddenly raised her palm; the treasure pagoda, glowing with mysterious light, spun upward and instantly expanded a hundred times in size!

First, control this group of stubborn donkeys from Great Qian, then take them back to Mount Wutong to educate them slowly.

"Little thing, go inside and stay put!"

Miao Qinghui sneered; as she formed the Dharma Art, that mysterious pagoda suddenly enveloped the youth before her.

Just then, her expression changed slightly.

Far in the distance, a figure in a black robe was rushing forward with all his might.

Yi Daohong finally broke free from the encirclement of the dark golden Dharma Image, his body radiating a vicious, dim light, clearly having suffered heavily.

Even his aura had weakened by more than half, yet he did not think to flee; instead, with a ferocious face, he charged toward Shen Yi!

Just from that young man's issuing of orders just now.

One could see his extremely high status in Great Qian.

Capture the thief by first capturing the king!

Persimmons must also be picked from the soft ones first; as long as this young man is controlled, is there any fear that Great Qian will not obediently submit?

"Dodge!"

Miao Qinghui shouted in anger, quickly changing her Dharma Art, wanting to retract the mysterious light of that treasure pagoda.

At the same time, she felt quite dissatisfied in her heart.

That Golden Body Dharma Image had simply stopped so abruptly, not knowing to come up and lend a hand.

A Soul Transformation Late Stage cultivator, even if injured, was absolutely not something a pile of three-zhang Golden Bodies could keep up with.

Master Zhu Jue and the others had only seen a streak of mysterious light sweep past, with no time to react at all.

(End of this chapter)