Chapter 487: Gluttonous Feast

Led by the Golden-Patterned Tortoise Demons, it encompasses water demons of all races, collectively known as the Tortoise Army.

As the strongest demon army under Ke Laoqi's command.

One could say that nearly eighty percent of this Dragon Grandson's fiefdom is guarded by the Tortoise Army.

"The most powerful is my father; at least in a fight, he should not lose to many elders among the Seven Sons of Nanhong."

"But since he has had the intention to hand this demon army over to me, he rarely leaves the Dragon Grandson's side, so he is not to be feared."

"As for other great demons comparable to Bai Yujing, there should be one more in the Dragon Grandson's maternal clan, but unless an emergency arises, the Dragon Grandson rarely invites it over."

"There are quite a few Demon Generals at the Twelfth Layer of Killed Fanxu, but they are scattered across various waters, needing to guard other water creatures for the Dragon Grandson; without an order, they rarely assemble."

Hearing Wu Jun's explanation, Shen Yi fell into deep thought.

Listening this way, the power wielded by Ke Laoqi is actually not much stronger than that of Xuan Yuecheng.

To possess such might, it is most likely relying on the reputation of the Long Gong.

Thinking about it, it is quite normal.

After all, aside from the cub Ke Thirteen, Ke Laoqi is the weakest among all the Dragon Grandsons; if even he could lead several Bai Yujings, then adding all the Dragon Grandsons together, plus that group of Dragon Sons... how could the Seven Sons of Nanhong possibly stand against them?

Of course, strength is relative.

Shen Yi shook his head; the current him has no way to confront such a demon army head-on.

With the main objective being the lifespan of demons and monsters, there is actually no need to take too great a risk.

At the very least, one cannot get bogged down in a bitter battle.

Once pinned down, even without considering the matter of the Dragon Grandson, after the previous encounter with General Dao Hai's water python in the Shuiyueshang Alliance, many in the water races know of his identity as the Shen Zongzhu of Nanyang.

To be able to slay a "Zongzhu" in the water, even a fake one, I fear many demons and monsters would be very interested.

"Master, this way, please."

Three figures concealed their auras.

In the clear Wang Yang, they swiftly darted toward the direction Wu Jun had mentioned.

Under the guidance of this "mole."

Shen Yi easily bypassed numerous detection arrays.

"Demons soldiers like these usually do not exceed twelve in a small squad, serving only for outer perimeter patrols; their cultivation is roughly between the Third and Fifth Layers of Killed Fanxu, and they are equipped with a Demon General of the Sixth Layer of Killed Fanxu or above to lead them."

"For daily patrols, about ten squads would be arranged."

Both Wu Jun and Ke Thirteen are Zhen Shi.

As long as they are willing, they can condense their auras until they are completely undetectable, so there is no need to worry about the risk of exposure.

Do not think Wu Jun's words were simple.

Actually, calculating it, within the Xian Sect, this would be equivalent to over a hundred executives, plus ten outer sect elders.

"..."

Shen Yi fell silent and looked downward.

He saw that those demon soldiers were all wearing the Long Gong's standard-issue fish-scale armor, riding some kind of streamlined, robust strange fish, swimming quickly through the water.

He did not act directly but turned his gaze sideways to look at Wu Jun.

These twelve demon soldiers were no problem; among them were several Golden-Patterned Tortoise Demons, and besides their lifespan, their corpses could also continue to enhance Wu Jun's bloodline and realm.

But.

Shen Yi did not see the so-called Demon General.

"Uh, reporting to my master, it might have gone to slack off?" Wu Jun was also somewhat unsure and smiled awkwardly.

"..." Shen Yi took a deep breath and suddenly realized this "mole" was not quite reliable.

Although worried about the risk of startling the snake, he could not just watch the lifespan of demons and monsters slip away.

Shen Yi closed his eyes and unleashed Tianyan Sijiu to its fullest!

Even without the boost of Hongmeng Purple Qi, relying solely on his perfected Tianhuang Indestructible True Body, his strike, against these ordinary demon soldiers, was no different from slaughtering chickens and dogs.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Low explosive sounds rippled through the water.

More than a dozen figures, along with the Qi Cultivation Realm strange fish beneath their feet, shattered.

In the instant the figure in the black robe swept past, he stored all the corpses into his ring; almost at the same time, he activated his Water Control Talent, gathering the dark blood mist into a single mass, and stored that into the ring as well.

The green waves remained clear; apart from the missing demon soldiers, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Shen Yi's familiar movements fell into the eyes of the two Zhen Shi.

Even Ke Thirteen inwardly clicked his tongue in amazement.

Killing to seize treasures, destroying bodies to erase traces.

What background did the master have before? This doesn't look like the work of a good person.

"Hah."

Golden threads emerged from Shen Yi's fingertips, and he used an array to conceal their auras once more.

When he was in the Nanyang Treasure Land, he had seen such methods of carrying personal arrays at the Xu family's place, but he had never learned them.

But after the Return to Ruins Xian Jia Array reached perfection.

He was able to draw inferences from one instance, and his use of arrays became increasingly skillful.

【Remaining Lifespan of Demons and Monsters: 432,000 Years】

With just one strike, he had gained such abundant lifespan of demons and monsters.

Shen Yi was not excited but quietly stared downward, his powerful divine soul spreading out toward the surroundings.

Yet he still could not sense the existence of that Demon General.

He could not help but frown slightly; do not think killing like this is satisfying, once the news leaks out, that is when one truly has the life to earn but not the life to spend.

Surrounded on someone else's turf, escape would be impossible even with wings.

"My Lord, something seems amiss; it appears it did not go to slack off."

Wu Jun seemed to recall something and warned in a deep voice: "Could it have been transferred? This situation only arises when the Dragon Grandson makes a major move and the entity itself is not within the hall."

The words fell.

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow. Not within?

That makes it somewhat interesting.

He directly picked out the corpses of three Golden-Patterned Turtle Demons and poured them into Wu Jun's body.

In an instant, the golden patterns on the other's body flickered again.

Though it did not break through to the twelfth layer of Killed Fanxu, the improvement was visible to the naked eye.

The demon soldiers responsible for patrolling the Dragon Grandson Hall held an extremely high status within the waters.

Almost no one dared to provoke them, and various tributes flowed in until their hands went soft.

Moreover, various magical arrays nearly covered most of the waters outside the hall, so even the patrols were merely for show.

It was only today that an order came from within the hall, transferring away all demon generals above the sixth layer of Killed Fanxu.

Only then did they become slightly more serious.

If something went wrong at such a time, they would likely have to present their heads to the Dragon Grandson.

Thinking of this, they took out their conch shells and, as usual, began to report the situation here.

Just as they activated the conch shells.

The demon soldiers sensed a chill sweep over their heads.

Immediately after, they lost consciousness.

Clear water waves churned, without a trace of blood; three figures quickly hurried toward another location.

【Remaining Lifespan of Demons: Eight Hundred Twenty-Six Thousand Years】

The same situation occurred consecutively around the four sides of the Dragon Grandson Hall.

Those figures, like elusive ghosts, ignored the arrays' detection and, right before the Dragon Grandson Hall's eyes, freely harvested the lives of the water creatures.

Such brazen behavior probably had not appeared in tens of thousands of years.

Entering the waters as if entering a place with no one!

Until the fourth demon soldier squad disappeared from the spot.

"Your grandmother! Are they all asleep?!"

A Golden-Patterned Turtle Demon held a conch shell; while cursing, a thick sense of unease surged in its heart.

It finally displayed some of the quality a Turtle Army should possess.

"Generals! Return to reinforce the Dragon Grandson Hall!"

Vanguards like Dao Hai the Water Python, at the eighth layer of Killed Fanxu, could only be called Generals; only those comparable to the perfection of Killed Fanxu, capable of independently guarding a region, qualified to be called Great Generals.

Before the words finished, a golden-glowing arm violently shattered its body.

Under the demon soldier's incredulous gaze.

The scars on Wu Jun's face twisted, clearly regretting being too late; it was one step too late.

It raised its eyes to look.

Amidst the rippling water, a figure in a dark robe stood ahead; beside him, not a shred of life remained, as corpses one after another surged into the ring on the other's finger.

On that Bai Xi face, there was instead not much disappointment.

Shen Yi took it lightly; take as much as you can get.

Besides, it would definitely take some time for that group of Great Generals to return.

【Remaining Lifespan of Demons: Two Million One Hundred Thousand and Seven Thousand Years】

A full five squads, accounting for nearly half of the Turtle Army's demons, could only exchange for such abundant lifespan.

"How long does it take for the nearest Turtle Army Great Generals to return?" He looked at Wu Jun.

"The nearest... one stick of incense." Wu Jun seriously calculated the time; as half the commander of the Turtle Army, it knew the positions of those Great Generals inside out.

"We can harvest another wave."

Shen Yi lightly nodded his chin, pouring the corpses of all the Golden-Patterned Turtle Demons entirely into Wu Jun's body.

With the full help of this group of brothers.

Even the pupils on Wu Jun's eyes began to show strange golden patterns.

Its aura suddenly surged!

But correspondingly, its consciousness became somewhat dull.

This was the manifestation of the demon soul being insufficient to support the Stabilizing Stone.

A full five waves of improvement forcibly raised its cultivation to the twelfth layer of Killed Fanxu, even leaving only one step from the perfection of the Measurement Pillar.

"Harvest another wave..."

Ke Shisan felt it sounded strange overall, then looked at Wu Jun with some envy.

At this moment, the other's bloodline strength was such that even it, a mixed-blood Dragon Grandson, felt a slight sense of dread.

It wasn't only the Turtle Clan that had brothers.

It had many Dragon Grandson brothers too; how did the one surnamed Wu get to monopolize this good thing?

"My Lord! This way, please!"

Wu Jun was still somewhat unaccustomed to this body with its explosively increased strength.

Once it slightly came to its senses, it hurriedly began to lead the way toward the next demon soldier squad.

However, when Wu Jun brought Shen Yi and Ke Shisan to the location, he was stunned, seeing that in the empty expanse of water, there was not a single trace of the demon soldiers.

Such a swift reaction?

That shouldn't be; among the three of them, even the one with the lowest cultivation was at the ninth layer of Killed Fanxu, and with full effort using the displacement technique, how could a group of mid-stage Killed Fanxu demons compare?

"Which nameless thief dares to snatch something from my Lord?"

Ke Shisan, after observing expressions for so long, had finally learned a bit of the art of flattery, and shouted in anger.

"..."

Shen Yi fell silent, glanced at it, then raised his gaze to look upward.

Wu Jun made the same movement.

Through the rippling water surface, one could vaguely see a hunchbacked figure standing above the water.

For Ke Laoqi to be completely unaware, the gap in realm between them had become terrifyingly insurmountable.

Twelfth layer of Killed Fanxu! In other words, this was a demon that had already walked the Killed Fanxu path to its end.

"My Lord, I truly didn't expect... they are outside."

The Great Generals of the Turtle Army guarding the various water bodies were not in the water, but had gone to the land.

Even though they might have known the Dragon Grandson Hall could be making a move.

But Wu Jun, having lived for so many years, had never seen such a strange situation.

What exactly must Ke Laoqi be doing to cause such a huge disturbance?!

Those Great Generals of the Turtle Army were the opponent's most precious foundation, and the basic base maintaining their control over the fiefdom; they would not be mobilized lightly.

"Go."

Shen Yi did not hesitate for a moment.

Even though he had an eighty percent certainty he could take down this great demon before him.

He still resolutely chose to give up.

Now, even a fool could see that something was wrong with the situation.

He merely wanted to harvest a bit of the demons' lifespan, but it seemed he had inexplicably waded into a pool of muddy water.

Under Shen Yi's mental command.

Wu Jun acted fiercely, leaping out of the water and rushing toward the hunchbacked old man, roaring: "Third Uncle, come and die for this Venerable One!"

Shen Yi and Ke Shisan split into two paths, darting off in different directions!

The Wu Light Flying Sword suddenly descended to his feet, shooting toward the clouds at a speed invisible to the naked eye, heading toward a mountain range far, far away.

"..."

The hunchbacked old man looked at Wu Jun before him with a blank expression.

He thrust out a palm with a thunderous crash.

The attacks of both great demons appeared simple and crude, but this was the usual method of probing used by demons; who was stronger or weaker depended on the demon body for at least seventy percent of the factor.

At the instant the fist and palm met.

The entire expanse of water, under the violent turbulence of the backlash, suddenly rolled upward, like two waterfalls reaching the sky, suddenly colliding!

Boom—

Twelfth layer of Killed Fanxu; with a single move, one could already make heaven and earth change color.

"Cough."

The hunchbacked old man stumbled backward several steps.

"Tsk."

Wu Jun then looked at his own fist in surprise.

Ho, so this old thing isn't all that great after all.

The two were from the same clan, with similar bloodline divine abilities; their battle relied on sheer strength and experience, leaving little room for other variables.

If there were just a bit more time, it would surely be able to reclaim a head for its master.

"You are no longer a living thing."

The old man raised his gaze, suddenly letting out a long sigh; even though the Shi Gui's appearance was so lifelike, even seeming to possess memories.

The golden patterns on the other's body were more like the genius talent of the Jin Wengui Clan, one in a hundred thousand years.

But in the end, it was merely a disguise created by others using techniques.

Thinking of this, the old man took out a conch shell: "No need to tangle with a dead object; block that scholar in the black robe. If I'm not mistaken, he should be that Shen Zongzhu of Nanyang."

As the words fell.

Wu Jun immediately felt two equally terrifying auras appear nearby, followed by them chasing in the direction the master had left.

This is bad...

Did these Great Generals of the Turtle Army really all leave the water bodies?

It gathered its spirit, struck out with another fist, and the golden patterns on its body detached, seeming to transform into a massive golden turtle.

Its momentum surged to the extreme!

"..."

The hunchbacked old man watched helplessly as the Shi Gui used the bloodline divine ability of the Jin Wengui Clan.

A trace of complexity finally appeared in his cloudy eyes.

Fear mixed with grief.

What kind of technique could create a puppet that could even inherit divine abilities?

The old man had lived for so many years and had even seen immortals, yet had never seen such a mysterious technique.

He too summoned the golden patterns, but compared to Wu Jun, they appeared much thinner and dimmer.

Trading blows head-on was impossible.

The old man chose to sidestep and yield, drawing out a greatsword in the same motion, watching for an opening in his opponent's defense.

But Wu Jun seemed to have foreseen this long ago; he seized the chance and, clean and decisive, fled toward the distance, heading straight for the black-robed youth from before.

He had no intention of fighting to the death at all.

The hunchbacked old man watched in silence.

His heart burned to protect his master.

That single move alone proved that Wu Jun was truly already dead.

Murderous intent surged through its eyes.

This works out perfectly — when the fighting starts later, there'll be no need to hold back.

These terrifying beings, who could shake all of Yu Nanhong with a mere stomp, were now all converging toward the same direction.

(End of Chapter)