Chapter 402: Fierce Battle Against the Bai Hong Demon Emperor

"He doesn't seem to care about us."

Miao Qinghui sighed, glanced to the side, and forced a helpless smile.

Tong Xinchuan channeled spiritual energy into the Enchanted Demon-Gold Arrow, and unusually, let out a light chuckle: "Seems so."

They're mad! All of them are mad!

Yu Chaoan scanned his senior brother and senior sister's faces back and forth; with his mind, he reasoned that the Golden Body deliberately exposed their presence, luring the Demon Emperor to react early, and if viewed in the worst light, it was no different from intentionally setting them up for slaughter.

These two weren't angry at all; instead, they started laughing.

It's simply outrageous.

Just as lustrous light surged over the golden arrow in Tong Xinchuan's palm, the Golden Body Dharma Image finally moved; that dark-gold flood dragon suddenly darted out and gently tapped his shoulder with the tip of its tail.

"..."

Even Tong Xinchuan couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Even if Shen Yi needed to win the Demon Emperor's trust, surely he wouldn't trade the heads of the three of them for it?

He hesitated for an instant, then still lowered the golden arrow.

This subtle movement, let alone Yu Chaoan, even Miao Qinghui grew puzzled.

Tong Xinchuan was known for his ruthlessness; he was arguably the most distant from the master on Mount Wutong. Before the Thousand Demon Cave incident, this group of fellow disciples even thought that even if they died before him, he would handle it in the most rational way.

Even if ruthlessness was a disguise, could his naturally suspicious nature be one too?

Could a person like him entrust his life to another's hands?

"Hah."

Tong Xinchuan sheathed the golden arrow and silently gazed forward.

His once bright red robe represented his unparalleled pride.

For array masters like them, their minds far surpassed those of other rash cultivators.

Accordingly, if Shen Yi could surpass him in array attainment, his mind must be even more brilliant, and his actions more thorough.

When you don't understand, it's best to first consider whether the problem lies with yourself.

Reflect! Reflect again!

Looking at that ferocious white horse standing far off in the sky, Tong Xinchuan's face twitched slightly; he had reflected many times, yet still couldn't figure out where the problem lay.

If he thought any further, his life would be gone.

"Senior brother, I always thought your steadiness was faked; I didn't expect you to stay so composed even seeing the Bai Hong Demon Emperor..." Yu Chaoan apologized to Tong Xinchuan with shame.

"Don't hold it in; speak quickly. What should we do now? We'll follow your lead."

"I."

Tong Xinchuan cleared his throat.

With his Soul Transformation Late Stage cultivation, he could better feel the immense pressure of that white horse.

Even more domineering than the rumors claimed!

"Why... why is it you..."

At the far end of the sky, the originally majestic white horse now bore a ferocious gash stretching from its head to its tail.

Crimson flesh and pulsating organs could not heal beneath the covering of lightning magma.

But compared to these wounds,

the more horrifying part was its crown.

It had pressed a huge crimson pill into its skull; countless blood threads protruded from within the cranium, along with piled-up rotting flesh that had grown together with the crimson pill.

The blood qi throughout its body surged toward that crimson pill.

The Bai Hong Demon Emperor seemed deeply aggrieved and furious: "Where is Nie Jun? Why have you come?"

It did not understand.

After losing control years ago, it had been studying Nie Jun, examining not only his methods but also his conduct and nature.

Yet, the opponent's methods had undergone a qualitative leap.

That was acceptable; after all, geniuses among human cultivators could see their realms improve day by day.

But how could his personality be wrong?

That killing machine, once he acted, how could he possibly let himself go so easily?

After slaying the lion, he would certainly come to finish the job.

Therefore, the Bai Hong Demon Emperor had not rushed back to the Thousand Demon Cave; it was waiting for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Everyone believed it was severely injured.

Especially the arrogant Nie Jun.

When the opponent lowered his guard, it would sacrifice ten thousand years of its lifespan to settle this long-standing grudge.

But...

"Why have you come! Even you bunch of trash dare to covet this Emperor's life?!"

The Bai Hong Demon Emperor let out a long neigh, utterly confused; it had clearly intended for all under heaven to remember the terror of the Thousand Demon Cave anew.

Yet even it itself was so underestimated.

"It doesn't seem to think much of us," Yu Chaoan said amidst the long neigh, his mouth slightly dry: "It even called you trash."

"Isn't that true?"

Tong Xinchuan's expression remained unchanged; whether one was trash or not depended on who one was compared to. Before this white horse, few in this world could speak with their spines straight.

"Then what are you waiting for? Shoot it!" Yu Chaoan formed a hand seal, summoned several golden-armored warriors, and was already prepared to bolt.

"Hah." Tong Xinchuan looked down at the silently standing Golden Body Dharma Image; his hand trembled slightly, and finally he glanced toward the sky.

If he couldn't come up with an explanation, he truly couldn't hold back anymore.

In the vast white sky, a long rainbow of alternating purple and white stretched across both ends.

Within it, human figures seemed to flicker.

In the blink of an eye.

That faintly visible figure silently appeared in the midst of the gathering.

The moment she saw the black robe embroidered with gold patterns, Miao Qinghui instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.

In contrast to her was Tong Xinchuan.

Seeing Shen Yi dressed this way, rather than as the lion he had guessed, he froze for an instant; did the other not intend to win the Demon Emperor's trust?

What scheme was this?

"So you gave them confidence?"

The Bai Hong Demon Emperor fell silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a dry laugh: "I know who you are. What formation have you set up? Do you think this Emperor, like Jin Chi, can be trapped by your arrays?"

"Hiss."

Hearing these words, Tong Xinchuan's face darkened slightly.

As a formation master himself, he knew how tricky it was for an array-setter when the enemy had already gathered intelligence beforehand.

Indeed, Bai Hong looked indifferently around, his black eyes flickering uncertainly.

Moments later, he showed confusion.

He had not detected the existence of any formation.

"..."

Shen Yi cast a glance at Bai Hong, his gaze focusing on the red gem on the other's forehead.

He then waved his hand slightly.

Accompanying this subtle movement, the spiritual energy filling the sky instantly grew restless.

Everywhere visible to the naked eye began to twist.

Within a few breaths, the sky turned into a ferocious scarlet red, as if a scroll were slowly unfurling.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

A mighty beastly roar, like a great bronze bell, rang out completely, deafening and chilling to the bone.

Nine pairs of terrifying eyes looked down upon the earth, as if ancient ferocious beasts were awakening.

The momentum surged, brimming with evil qi.

Amidst the rolling of that massive and domineering demon body, the scarlet blood waves on the meditation cushion took human form and sat upright, enlightening the world.

"What are you looking for?"

Shen Yi lowered his gaze to look at Bai Hong and slowly spread open his palm.

"..."

The white horse stamped its hooves uneasily and looked up at the sky in shock and anger.

"Is this a Dao Palace?"

Miao Qinghui looked up in astonishment, the Black Tower in her hand trembling slightly.

"It should be."

Yu Chaoan swallowed hard; he had only seen the Purple Thunder Sword Palace of the Purple Sky, so perhaps a Dao Palace surging with demon qi was also normal?

But just looking at this demon palace stretching three hundred zhang, it was clearly not inferior to Zhu Shixiong Nie.

Was this the Shen Yi he had seen last time in the Thousand Demon Cave?

Tong Xinchuan clenched his fist; so the other was not a formation master after all... In the face of such a terrifying Dao Palace, the formation from last time might have been just a minor skill Shen Yi had casually learned.

Just then, they suddenly heard a roar.

They saw the white horse staring blankly at Shen Yi's palm, where black flowing light gradually transformed into a Dark-Tail Spear with a bizarre shape.

"You... you have already killed that lion?"

It asked subconsciously, but received no reply; in the calm eyes of the black-robed youth, Bai Hong suddenly sensed a familiar scent.

When the Thousand-Foot Demon Emperor was slain, the lion's golden eyes had been just as calm and undisturbed.

The two faces slowly overlapped in the white horse's mind.

Finally, they turned into a piercing roar: "It's you! It's you! It's all you!"

Hearing the noise in his ears.

Shen Yi's expression remained unchanged; the Dark-Tail Spear in his palm shot straight up into the air.

As the figure on the meditation cushion raised his hand.

Nine immortal demons opened their mouths in unison, spewing blood plasma like a long river, all converging into the Dark-Tail Spear.

The First Form of the Dao Technique.

Ten Thousand Demons Pay Homage.

Xu Xu lowered the spear's sharp edge, aiming it at the Bai Hong Demon Emperor.

Beside the ears of that ferocious white horse, a deep voice suddenly rang out.

"Seeing this Venerable One, why do you not bow?"

A pressure from the bloodline forced itself upon him, compelling him to kneel.

It looked around in panic, only to find that this voice seemed to be heard only by it.

"Playing with ghosts and gods, die for this Emperor!"

Under extreme fear, Bai Hong suddenly rushed toward the figure in the sky.

It had studied for many years before finding a way to use this treasure pill left by the Nanyang Sect with its demon body.

It was originally reserved for Nie Jun; even if the other could draw the Sixth Sword, he would still inevitably face the fate of death and the destruction of his Dao.

With the aid of this precious pill, it did not believe this lion could stir up any great waves.

In an instant.

The Ghost-Tail Spear, carrying the demonic power of a sea of blood, shot forth!

Even the entire sky collapsed downward, pressing down with a weight that made breathing impossible.

The spear tip pierced the red core on the white horse's forehead.

Bai Hong's mighty demonic power, along with the blood qi transformed from his lifespan, erupted in full!

Yet before that vast river of blood and the slowly descending, sky-filling gloomy red curtain, it was as if a small stream entered Wang Yang, or a stubborn stone stood shoulder to shoulder with Gaoshan.

The spiritual qi of the five viscera within three thousand three hundred li was completely drained.

Crack—

Fine cracks suddenly appeared on the red core, and the spear tip sank inch by inch into Bai Hong's skull.

It firmly pressed his demonic body, which had charged forward with brute force, back down to the ground.

The white horse's front knees shattered, its two legs bent uncontrollably, and its entire body knelt and prostrated on the ground, pierced from head to tail by the Ghost-Tail Spear and nailed firmly to the earth.

It hung its head; the mist in its black eyes scattered with the wind, leaving only deep eye sockets.

Shen Yi reached out his hand; the Ghost-Tail Spear turned into a stream of light, carrying the white horse's corpse back, and both fell into the storage bag.

"..."

Lady Qinghua glanced indifferently at the several cultivators.

At the moment her master departed as a purple-white long rainbow, she likewise turned into a dark-gold stream of light and followed.

Mumbling about schemes and formations over there.

It was simply to tell you not to move; how complicated could it be? These cultivators are truly strange.

(End of this chapter)