Chapter 393: An Unfavorable Start

Crack.

Roof tiles fell without wind, smashing into the courtyard before Master Zhu's shoes.

This seemingly insignificant scene made everyone in the courtyard twitch their eyelids, the atmosphere instantly turning eerie.

"..."

Master Zhu shook his head, letting out a light sigh: "You wandering ghosts of the Martial Temple are truly quite annoying."

As he spoke, the old crone released his arm, losing her previous dazed look, and coldly gazed up at the sky.

The rest of the crowd lightly laughed and dropped the objects in their hands.

Then they raised their eyes with contempt.

However, in an instant, their faces turned pale green.

Master Zhu was also stunned for a moment.

He did not quite understand why a robust and divine white horse had appeared above Songzhou.

But the moment he saw the black eyes on the other's forehead.

Master Zhu roared ferociously: "Bring the Black Tortoise Heavy Cauldron!"

The old crone slapped her waist without hesitation; immediately, a broken great cauldron nearly a zhang tall crashed down, and everyone collectively channeled their qi into the cauldron.

Accompanied by the boom of a ferocious beast waking from slumber.

A Black Tortoise spiritual body came to life on the cauldron, covering the entire courtyard with its thick shell.

The aura radiating from it made all living beings in Songzhoucheng feel their hearts skip a beat.

They clutched their chests, looking up at the sky in shock.

Inside Zhen Mo Si, the two people playing chess exchanged a glance, then immediately summoned their Yin Spirits.

They were Songzhou's General Yang Qianxiang and Zhen Mo's Great General Zhang Xuan.

The two Yin Spirits suddenly rushed out of Zhen Mo Si, then looked blankly at that white horse and the Black Tortoise shell beneath its hooves.

"Is that a demon?"

Yang Qianxiang instinctively rushed forward.

Since the major incident a few days ago, the Great Qian had rarely seen traces of demons.

Let alone one appearing so brazenly in the sky above the prefectural city.

However, the white horse merely glanced slightly in this direction, and Yang Qianxiang felt his Yin Spirit as if struck by a gale, instantly showing signs of dispersing.

"Activate the Great Formation!"

He could only let out a wild roar.

Zhen Mo Si immediately became noisy, and the iron pillars in the city flashed with formation talismans; light from the sky gathered, forming a visible light curtain.

Yet with such a huge commotion.

The white horse withdrew its gaze and looked down at the courtyard.

Its time was tight.

The remaining matters could be left to other demons.

Thinking this, the Bai Hong Demon Emperor casually stepped out with a hoof.

Boom!

The incredibly thick Black Tortoise shell was suddenly covered in cracks.

Dozens of figures in the courtyard staggered backward in unison; the sound of spitting blood was continuous, and their originally greenish faces now turned so pale they seemed on the verge of dying on the spot.

"Bai Hong Demon Emperor! Where did I, Zhu, offend you!"

Master Zhu's silk robe suddenly shattered, revealing a black robe that swung wildly.

His eyes were about to burst from their sockets, and the old crone beside him also stumbled.

"You did not offend me; you were simply the closest."

The white horse replied indifferently and stepped out with another hoof.

The Black Tortoise shell exploded directly, shattering the square cauldron into pieces scattered across the ground.

The pupils of the many Xuan Guang Cave disciples froze; their entire auras were drained completely, and they silently breathed their last.

"Tsk, haven't seen each other for so many years, yet you haven't improved at all."

Inside the sky curtain, the Great Horned Demon Emperor flapped its wings and smiled at the lion beside it: "More boring than I thought."

Shen Yi stared silently down below.

The Dark Tail Spear was gripped in his palm, quietly aimed at the white horse's head.

The Thousand Demon Cave was not only strong enough.

But when they truly got serious, their methods of gathering information were also heart-stopping.

Even the Great Qian had not discovered the Xuan Guang Cave cultivators, yet they were found so easily.

"What, do you want to go down and play too?"

The Great Horned Demon Emperor looked at the two remaining black-robed great cultivators: "Then you'd better hurry; they can't hold on much longer."

As if to verify her words.

Within Songzhoucheng, Bai Hong once again declared to the world with his actions what the dominance of the Ten Great Demon Emperors meant.

Beneath his casually stepped hoof.

The two black-robed great cultivators had to exhaust all their reserves just to survive.

Just then, the Bai Hong Demon Emperor seemed to sense something.

It looked up at the sky, and then thick black fog erupted from that black eye, completely enveloping the two black-robed great cultivators.

Throughout the entire process, the white horse did not look down below even once.

Instead, he stared straight ahead at the farthest end of the horizon.

"Do not move!"

The Great-Horned Demon Emperor sensed something as well and instinctively retreated behind the lion.

No figure was visible within his line of sight.

Yet the clouds filling the sky began to churn, with a hazy purple slowly spreading, and within them, lightning flashed.

Above the clouds, a magnificent and imposing throne materialized.

No figure sat upon the throne; instead, a straight long sword hung vertically, its broad blade bound by iron chains, and amidst the clattering sound of the shaking chains, countless sword shadows emerged from the clouds.

In an instant, thunder exploded.

Bathing the entire Songzhoucheng in a pale white light.

A dark sword swept in from the far distance.

A man in a wide green robe stood upon the sword, his expression cold, his gaze sweeping over the three demons before finally settling on Bai Hong.

The white horse felt the other's gaze.

After a long silence, as if the wound on its chest began to throb with pain.

It looked up and said softly, "This Emperor never expected you to dare come out... why do you dare to come out..."

Having said this, the Demon Emperor Bai Hong retracted the black mist, leaving only two skeletons within the courtyard.

It strove to maintain its composure, yet a hint of excitement still revealed itself in its voice.

"Do you think this Emperor would let you go a second time?"

That initial failure had been tormenting it ever since, filling it with immense regret.

Although it did not know how the Shenxu Laozu of Mount Wutong could possibly have let this young man out.

But today, it seemed the task that should have been completed long ago could finally be finished.

"..."

Facing the question from this top ten Demon Emperor.

Nie Jun's expression remained utterly calm; he raised his eyes and ignored the white horse.

At the same time, he slightly raised his palm.

In this slight movement, the sword sounds filling the sky approached from afar, like a great bell, until at a certain moment, the entire world abruptly fell into Tianyan Siji.

A divine purple Lei Ting descended amidst the silence.

Then the silence receded like a tide, and all things returned to normal.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Beneath that divine purple Lei Ting, the white horse's muscular body was blasted away, a deep gash visible to the bone appearing from its side face to its tail across its entire demonic form.

It convulsed all over as it crashed to the ground, momentarily appearing somewhat dazed.

Accompanied by a furious, long neigh.

The Demon Emperor Bai Hong raised its head, glaring venomously at the figure in green robes, its four hooves trembling as it forced itself up.

Its black eyes suddenly widened in rage, and a dense black light gathered, ready to strike.

Nie Jun glanced at it, then raised his palm again.

"Hiss."

Bai Hong instinctively turned its head away.

Upon realizing no purple Lei Ting had descended, it was stunned for a moment, then roared irritably, "With your cultivation, how long can you sustain this palace?"

Nie Jun paid it no mind.

Instead, he looked forward and said indifferently, "Is it you?"

"What? Me?"

The Great-Horned Demon Emperor was so frightened that her fur stood on end; after clearly seeing what had just happened, she knew better than anyone that the cultivator before her was no longer the one who had fled in a wretched manner from the Thousand Demon Cave back then.

Only when she realized Nie Jun's eyes did not contain her did she quickly pull her body away.

"..."

Shen Yi fell into deep thought.

That True Person Ling Xi did not seem to have explained the matter clearly after returning.

Compared to worrying just now about how to stop these demons, what needed more concern now was perhaps himself.

Was it still too late to transform back right before their eyes?

It should... be too late, right?

Upon thinking of this, Shen Yi exhaled a breath, and his gaze gradually calmed down.

In an instant, his entire cultivation burst forth.

The minor accomplishment realm of the Dragon Leaping Heaven and Earth was fully unleashed, and his entire body turned into purple and white divine light, instantly sweeping across the long sky!

Nie Jun stared at the horizon, a hint of coldness rising at the corner of his lips.

Both palms raised simultaneously; one purple Lei Ting struck the white horse again, while another purple Lei Ting followed the disappearing figure.

The Demon Emperor Bai Hong was blasted another hundred zhang away.

Only after seeing Nie Jun chase after as well did it rise in a dying state; it had barely taken a step before falling to the ground again, its voice as weak as a mosquito's buzz: "Take this Emperor away..."

"Rest assured, the Thousand Demon Cave will not forget you."

The Great-Horned Demon Emperor flapped her wings, looking at the Lei Ting covering her entire body, without a shred of hesitation, and flew away with all her might toward the path she had come from.

(End of this chapter)