Chapter 370: This Emperor's Eyes Cannot Tolerate Traitors

"Keep acting arrogant! If I, the Daoist, don't beat shit out of you today, it'll count as you pooping cleanly!"

Yu Chaoan stunned the deer demon, then immediately soared into the air and arrived beside Tong Xinchuan.

Gazing at the Golden-Eyed Lion within the formation, he sneered, rolled up his Daoist robe, and suddenly slapped his palms together.

"..."

Tong Xinchuan helplessly glanced at this Bai Chi.

Quickly gathering his thoughts, he began to set up the second killing formation.

Just then.

His pupils suddenly constricted.

He saw the Golden-Eyed Lion King observe the surroundings slightly, his expression calm, without the slightest ripple.

Immediately following, it casually took a step.

The seemingly chaotic steps grew faster and faster; every step trampled on Tong Xinchuan's heart, making his face instantly distort into a grimace.

In merely a few breaths.

Shen Yi walked out of that light curtain, unhurried and unhurried.

Several phoenix birds seemed completely unable to see him, still fluttering and scattering light dust.

Swish—

Accompanied by the sound of breaking the air.

Yu Chaoan looked at the huge golden eye before him; the spell formula he had just begun chanting stopped abruptly.

He awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Lion King, I was just joking."

Tong Xinchuan's breathing trembled; his eyes filled with rage and disbelief as he stared at the lion before him, his hand movements freezing silently.

The killing formation, only half set up, flew out of his hands.

The clouds and mist in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing two Dragon-Tiger Great Cleavers falling toward the ground at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Then they struck the lion's back, where muscles surged, with a vicious slash.

Crack!

The Dragon-Tiger Great Cleavers inexplicably shattered.

The lion didn't even change its expression; immediately following, it fiercely swiped its claw, the sharp hand-claw carrying a tearing wind sound, slamming heavily onto the two of them.

Yu Chaoan's body, which had just barely recovered through breathing exercises, was slapped flying again.

Only this time, another figure was beside him.

Tong Xinchuan's eyes were dazed; he flew straight backward, as if encountering immense confusion.

He couldn't understand why anyone in this world could walk out of a formation he prided himself on with just three glances.

Even an existence with cultivation comparable to his own could never possibly break a formation so easily without even needing to think.

Just before hitting the ground.

He finally summoned a lucky cloud to support both of them.

His fingers moved slightly, wanting to set up a formation again, but after a brief tremor, he slapped toward the storage bag at his waist.

Immediately following, a seemingly ordinary array disk floated out from his waist.

That was the tool his master had once used to teach him formations.

Summoning this object meant that even if Tong Xinchuan was unwilling to admit it, he had already surrendered in terms of formation mastery deep within his heart.

Although he had always despised these few people with his words.

At such a critical moment, he actually couldn't bear to gamble his junior brother's life for a moment of anger.

"Run."

He closed his eyes, his voice sounding slightly weak.

Immediately, a blinding light burst forth from the array disk, enveloping the lion's body.

Grabbing his junior brother's sleeve, Tong Xinchuan fled toward the distance without looking back!

However, the Golden-Eyed Lion King seemed to have anticipated something; before being enveloped, it threw the long spear in its hand again.

The dark tail transformed into an extremely fine streak of light, chasing after the two of them.

Boom! It struck Tong Xinchuan's waist, knocking him flying another hundred zhang again.

"Pah!"

Tong Xinchuan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, looked back in horror, then as if sensing something, reached his hand toward his waist.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Yu Chaoan panted heavily, taking deep breaths.

"I... I'm fine. Let's go first."

Tong Xinchuan touched his empty belt, gritted his teeth, swallowed the blood, and still had no intention of looking back.

"..."

Shen Yi retrieved the Dark Tail Spear and looked at the sword rain covering the sky around him.

He slowly looked toward the deer demon and said in a cold voice: "Stop them."

"Me?"

The deer demon opened its mouth: You damn well think you can give orders? Save your life first!

It sighed, pretending to try its best to chase forward.

"Hah."

Shen Yi looked at the sword rain again.

The reason he could break Tong Xinchuan's formation just now was very simple: he had truly consumed over twenty thousand years of lifespan to memorize every single formation diagram of the Xu family, including even those that were merely guesses or pure fantasies; he missed nothing.

And the trapping formation Tong Xinchuan had just set up happened to belong to a formation diagram that had already been studied.

He did not rely on talent or spiritual aptitude to break the formation; he simply knew it thoroughly by heart, so no thought was needed.

As for this completely unfamiliar one now... he could only endure it by force.

In an instant, the sword's cry pierced the sky.

Transforming into a shower of light like fine ox-hair rain, it all fell upon the lion.

Amidst a deafening boom that exploded, tens of miles around shook violently, sending countless mud and stones flying into the air.

"Hiss!"

The muntjac demon, who had been pretending to chase, shuddered all over and turned back in terror.

Immediately, its entire body froze in place.

Through the sky-filling mud and stones, an eight-zhang figure stepped out unhurriedly.

It still held that proud posture of a monarch.

It walked calmly to the muntjac demon's side.

As if the sword formation that had just changed the color of heaven and earth was merely an illusion.

Shen Yi gazed calmly at the empty space ahead, then revealed a smile: "So this is how you block people?"

As the words fell, it slowly lowered its gaze.

Under the scrutiny of those golden eyes, the muntjac demon could not even stand steady; a Demon Emperor, in front of everyone, absurdly collapsed into a sitting position: "Lion Emperor, no, you... you listen to my explanation..."

"Listen to my explanation!"

Amidst the shrill cries of begging for mercy, a dark black spear suddenly pierced through its neck, and foul demon blood splattered out.

"You deliberately let the disciples of Mount Wutong escape, and now you still want to argue."

Shen Yi smiled gently, but even Lei Ti, far away at the horizon, felt a chill run down its spine at that moment.

"Do you take this Emperor for a stupid pig?"

As the words fell, a massive lion paw covered the muntjac demon's head.

It suddenly tore it off.

Rrrrip—

The lion opened its mouth slightly and slowly gnawed on the flesh and blood upon it.

Under the gaze of countless demons and monsters.

With meticulous care yet a hint of ferocity, Xu Xu swallowed the muntjac demon whole into its belly.

The entire Thousand Demon Cave fell into silence.

Including the plump woman slowly descending behind the lion.

Jin Chi, the Nine-Pattern Demon Emperor, flapped its wings, gazing at the scene before it with a complex expression.

Brutal and uncompromising.

Ruthless and showing no mercy.

"Even if it is indeed naturally cowardly, it certainly did not deliberately collude with Mount Wutong... After all, it was one of my subordinates. Is what you did not a bit excessive?"

"Huff."

Shen Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his claw: "Whether it colluded or not is not for you to decide. This Emperor only believes my own eyes. It let my prey escape."

"I could have broken the spine of Mount Wutong in one strike."

He slowly turned his head, his expression filled with killing intent.

Hearing this, Jin Chi, the Nine-Pattern Demon Emperor, was stunned for a moment, and anger appeared in its eyes: "Come back with me. I have something to say to you."

Shen Yi turned back indifferently: "I still have unfinished business."

"What business?" the woman asked, frowning as she looked.

But she saw Shen Yi slowly extend his palm, a small, shimmering jade slip lying in his palm.

He lifted the corner of his mouth, looking toward the horizon: "This Emperor wants to know what this thing is, and why the Thousand Demon Cave cannot tolerate an Emperor who has earned great merit."

The words slowly spread out.

Under the gaze of those golden eyes.

Lei Ti, the Demon Emperor, was startled, its thunder scales bristling all over; feeling guilty, it turned and fled toward the Bright Thunder Pool!

"..."

Jin Chi, the Nine-Pattern Demon Emperor, fell silent, its expression growing even more complex.

A great demon with ambitious desires, wanting to become the leader of the Thousand Demon Cave, how could it tolerate the existence of a traitor right under its nose?

"As you wish."

She waved her hand and turned to leave: "But after this matter is over, you must give me an explanation."

The Golden-Eyed Lion, as if it had heard nothing, turned and stepped into that cave dwelling.

Leaving only the crowd of demons watching from far away.

They gazed at the direction the Golden-Eyed Lion Emperor had left with eyes filled with fear mixed with a touch of awe.

For a long time, no sound was heard.

(End of this chapter)