Chapter 467: Your Joke Isn't Funny (3K, make-up 1k)

The Black Rhinoceros Yao's massive true form rapidly shrank, an instinctive fear urging it to hide itself.

Yet the cracking sound that rang again in their ears instantly shattered the night, their vision overtaken by thick scarlet blood plasma, growing somewhat blurred.

Before them remained only a pair of eyes, and the handsome, calm face of their owner.

Two figures in ink-colored robes withdrew their palms from the shattered skull, then dispersed once more.

Shen Yi collected the corpses of the two yao.

He cast his gaze toward the yao demons scattering in all directions, pressed his palm lightly forward, and a sea of fire surged up once more, like a vast ocean tsunami, within which several golden-fire phoenixes with long tail plumes emerged.

Circling in the air, they then dove toward different directions.

Brutally reaping the lives of the yao.

"Heh... this old man finds it hard to imagine that I and the Upper Immortal are actually cultivators of the same realm."

Jing Jingsong watched it all unfold with his own eyes, and a feeling of self-abasement welled up in his heart. He had assumed this Upper Immortal was at least a late-stage Killed Fanxu cultivator.

At a time like this, the lower Shen Yi's cultivation, the better it proved the deep foundation of General Nanyang Sect.

Cultivation realms might have the saying of fortuitous encounters.

But to defeat the strong with the weak, to fight across realms, one must have sufficient sect strength to support it.

A very simple principle.

To dare waste one's lifespan on means other than raising one's realm shows that the sect has ample confidence to lead the other party to Bai Yujing.

"..."

The Zhao family remained silent at this moment.

After all, they had only come to provide support, and had never offended General Nanyang Xian Sect.

On the other hand, among the Gui Sect crowd, the timid ones were already trembling all over.

This didn't even need to be reported back to the Xian Sect.

Just this one Upper Immortal alone could easily wipe out their entire Gui Sect to the last man—absolutely none would escape.

Just at this moment.

Jing Jingsong suddenly showed a look of surprise and looked toward a certain spot.

He stared at that utterly unremarkable white, tender pig yao, then watched helplessly as the other casually swatted apart a golden flame fire phoenix, as if swatting a bug.

"Hey."

The pig yao raised its head and called out to Shen Yi, as if reminding him of something.

Before the words faded, it had already sprung into the air, eager to try!

Even the entire Beiyan Mountain trembled for quite a while.

"Fiend!"

Jing Jingsong watched and his hands itched; without thinking, he darted over.

With practiced ease, he formed hand seals, flowing light gathered at his brow, his Dao Palace about to leap forth from his body.

"Get lost."

The pig yao didn't even glance at him, gave a casual shove that landed on Jing Jingsong's brow, forcibly pressing the Dao Palace that was about to ascend back down.

A powerful cultivator at the sixth layer of Killed Fanxu.

Yet without even getting a chance to make a move, he was sent flying several hundred zhang, unable to even stabilize his form.

"What's going on..."

The three major forces all changed expression drastically; when they had fought this group of yao demons earlier, they hadn't seen this pig.

Could it be that this group of yao demons had also called for reinforcements?

To possess such terrifying strength, how could it be an unknown nobody.

"Make your move!"

With the situation changing, none were more anxious than the three clan elders of the Chen family.

Only they knew that if anything happened to Shen Zongzhu, General Nanyang Sect would be completely finished!

To put it bluntly, everyone within the General Nanyang treasure land—wasn't being sheltered by any sect at all; it was clearly Shen Zongzhu alone looking after them.

Yet even though that white pig had given warning in advance.

These ordinary cultivators still couldn't keep up.

They saw a cloud lotus suddenly bloom on its pig's trotter, then it ferociously blasted toward Shen Yi.

That seemingly delicate, petite cloud lotus.

After leaving its hand, transformed to the size of a hanging sun, its details growing ever more exquisite, carrying an aura of Tianyan Siji, as if it could seal off all qi, descending to envelop Shen Yi head-on!

"..."

Shen Yi turned his gaze to the cloud lotus in the sky.

He was silent for a moment.

Among all the arts he had cultivated, apart from Xiang Tianyan Si Jiu, not a single technique could compare to this lotus.

Of course, there was still a gap compared to the Lingfa.

But though it was a precious art, it had clearly already reached the realm of perfection.

Apart from himself, Shen Yi rarely saw other cultivators who would cultivate an art to perfection.

This is the foundation of a great sect.

Shen Yi shook his head, then his form vanished on the spot.

"Oh no."

The pig yao's expression faltered slightly, a hint of vexation flashing in its eyes.

It didn't know why it had bothered to give that warning just now.

The opponent had mastered a technique like Tianyan Sijiu, and just now had even shown off that very move right in front of him.

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected should happen.

Sure enough, a piercing shriek of tearing air exploded by its ears! The boar demon only managed to twist half its head back, and caught a glimpse of the long boot lashing toward it!

The Heavenly Phoenix's long cry rose once more!

Accompanied by a skyful of golden flames, this whip-kick landed viciously on the boar demon's neck.

Crack—

Li Yu felt as if his entire neck had nearly been smashed to pieces.

Its body crashed to the ground like a torn burlap sack!

It punched straight through the whole of North Yan Mountain.

The earth shook and the mountains trembled, as though a calamity from the heavens.

"Hah."

In the hidden clouds, Wei Yuanling stood with her hands at her sides and let out a long breath.

This little fool! Sent him to pretend as a demon, and instead he started lecturing others on martial virtue.

However… even the strength Shen Yi had now displayed could be considered an eye-opener for her; this was utterly different from the person the disciples of the Qitameng Sect had been whispering about.

Today she had played a little too far.

Wei Yuanling rubbed her brow and sent a voice transmission: "Enough, stop making a fool of yourself, withdraw."

But what she hadn't expected was that the other side had actually cut off her voice transmission outright.

A moment later.

A tender, fair-skinned boar demon leapt up from the abyss and stood suspended in the air.

It rubbed its neck vigorously, panting in great gulps, then turned its gaze to Shen Yi and wiped the bloody foam from its pig snout.

Almost kicked back into its original form by that one strike.

The boar demon lowered its hands and said in a hoarse voice, "Please instruct me."

"Huh?"

The people of the three factions, including Jing Jingsong who had just drifted back, were all somewhat dumbfounded at this moment.

This… is this really a demon?

The next instant, their dumbfounded expressions turned straight to ash.

They saw the boar demon standing with its hands at its sides, and a purple hue suddenly bloomed from its brow, accompanied by the long cry of a Blue Luan.

Crack crack crack—

An Immortal Cloud Dao Palace, a full six stories tall, suddenly dominated the heavens!

Primordial Chen Ziqi!

A Tiangong revealed to the world!

Killed Fanxu, sixth layer, five palace ascensions.

Apart from the first-layer Tiangong, the remaining four layers were all suffused with the breath of the Blue Luan—every one of them an Immortal Palace!

The Spirit Palaces that ordinary cultivators could only dream of would all pale utterly before this Immortal Cloud Dao Palace.

"I'll give you a chance—summon forth your Dao Palace."

The boar demon looked coldly toward the front.

At this moment, the expressions of the several clan elders of the Chen family shifted slightly. Though they had only just met him, they keenly noticed the chill that had quietly risen in Shen Zongzhu's eyes.

Something was off… Even when facing the demon, he had never shown such a look.

"Hah."

The black robe on Shen Yi's body surged.

Earlier he had used golden flames to burn away the demon Qi filling the sky.

But now, an even thicker and purer demon Qi, carrying a vast, murderous aura, transformed into rolling waves of blood that blanketed the heavens.

The Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace, only four stories tall, appeared somewhat small before that Immortal Cloud Dao Palace.

But the dazzling purple Qi shocked everyone, including the boar demon opposite.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Shen Yi waved his hand casually, and a full three streams of Primordial Chen Ziqi… counting the one Senior Xuanqing had gifted him, it should be four.

The purple hue swiftly descended and merged into his body.

A rich purple rose amid the golden flames that filled the sky.

Between his pitch-black pupils, purple-gold light flickered, and the aura about his entire body instantly crossed that watershed.

"Heh."

The boar demon froze for an instant, then watched helplessly as that figure vanished from its sight.

Wait…

It wanted to open its mouth and say something, but its entire being was instantly enveloped by a terrifying sense of crisis.

Li Yu unhesitatingly formed hand seals.

The aura within the Immortal Cloud Dao Palace erupted violently; the four breaths of the Blue Luan, together with one stream of purple Qi, all plunged into the clouds.

"Sky Roc Captures the Buddha!"

A Dao technique from a Killed Fanxu sixth-layer cultivator, bolstered by so many gifts of heaven and earth.

Before the momentum that burst forth now, the earlier feat of slaying the demon was like a child's play.

The Dao Palace drifted ethereally.

The immortal clouds clustered together, and in an instant transformed into a giant claw that could seize a mountain.

Before this massive claw, the entire Northern Goose Mountain seemed to have truly become a pitiful little sparrow targeted by a fierce bird of prey.

Yet even so, the face of the pig demon showed not the slightest relief; even though somewhat drained of strength, his eyes still stared fixedly ahead!

Within the heavy white cloud of the Peng's claw.

A tall figure stood bare-chested, his body covered in cracks, with golden flames repairing the wounds.

His expression was utterly indifferent.

As if the pain of his spiritual body splitting open was something he had long grown accustomed to.

In his eyes, which shimmered with purple-gold light, the previous calm remained unchanged, save for a trace of killing intent that was nearly tangible.

Devoid of any emotion, born solely for slaughter.

The moment he saw Shen Yi appear, Li Yu's entire body trembled; immediately, his vision was shrouded by the night, and once again, it was the same Tianyan Sijiu.

"Big brother... I..."

Before the words could finish, Shen Yi's knuckles had already pierced into his heart like a sharp sword.

Countless cracks instantly covered Li Yu's entire body.

The pig demon's illusion vanished instantly, revealing a face with red lips and white teeth, yet filled with utter terror.

"Perhaps you think this is fun, but that is my life."

Li Yu heard the young man's calm voice by his ear.

For a moment, he truly felt he was about to die; after seeing his Dao Palace, the other party still chose to strike with lethal force.

The reason he had not yet died was not because Shen Yi held back, but because a Bagua disk suddenly surged forth from his heart.

Beneath that fierce knuckle strike, the Bagua disk shattered inch by inch.

Immediately, a thick Bai Guang erupted, swallowing Li Yu entirely, causing him to vanish from the spot.

"..."

Shen Yi stared at the empty space ahead.

Slowly withdrawing his hand.

He lowered his gaze to look downward.

In fact, the moment the pig demon spoke to warn him, he had roughly guessed that this cold arrow might not be of the kind with deep malice.

But the instant the other party revealed his Dao Palace.

Shen Yi had no other choice.

If he yielded even once.

Then what he would face next would be countless "jokes," until he perished.

(End of this chapter)