Chapter 488: The Blue Sky Does Not Need You to Kneel; You Are Not Worthy

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Wu Jun's demon soul might not fully unleash the power of this Shi Gui.

Yet even so, its speed remains far greater than the other three Great Demons at the Twelfth Layer of Killed Fanxu, sufficient to prove how terrifying the thickness of its bloodline truly is.

More importantly, the Shi Gui is in the demon's most powerful state.

And these three Turtle Army generals that appeared are all acquaintances, already in a state of extreme old age.

In an instant, Wu Jun caught up with the two figures ahead.

It leaped fiercely, the golden patterns on its body spreading out again, radiating a mysterious aura like an indestructible shield, blocking the two of them.

"Two uncles, can you not see your nephew? Why the rush, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Wu Jun revealed a grimace, the scars on his face opening and closing slightly.

But his tightly clenched five fingers, and the act of summoning the golden patterns immediately, revealed his inner unease.

A cultivation at the Twelfth Layer of Killed Fanxu is already considered a top-tier powerhouse in this region of Yu Nanhong.

Above that, one is either an Elder of the Xian Sect, or a famous Great Demon of the Long Gong, or at the very least, the trump card guarding a local power.

Fighting three alone, Wu Jun did not even have a one-in-ten chance of victory.

But as a Shi Gui, even if he shattered here today, he must buy his master enough time to escape.

"No matter how well you pretend, you are still just a lifeless object. Why bother, Shen Zongzhu?"

The Turtle Demon Third Uncle arrived leisurely from afar, staring into Wu Jun's eyes.

He understood Spirit Puppets well enough; behind this seemingly lifelike Shi Gui, Shen Yi must be the one controlling it.

As the words fell, the other two hunched figures also cast their indifferent gazes over.

The next moment, golden patterns spread out across the sky simultaneously; the three fully activated their divine arts, undoubtedly forcing Wu Jun back.

Those dense golden lines covered the entire mountain range like a heavenly net.

"Finish him quickly; we still have business to attend to."

Compared to a fake Zongzhu no one cares about, that actual Daozi is far more important.

The moment the hoarse voice echoed across the sky.

The three figures vanished from their spots together, and the raging killing intent completely enveloped Wu Jun.

Returning to simplicity and truth.

No grand momentum; the overwhelming demon qi condensed entirely upon the blade's edge.

That terrifying demon body, capable of making Xian Sect cultivators green with envy, held the power to overturn mountains and tread seas in every gesture.

Crack—

Wu Jun made a dodging move for the first time; a scarlet blade qi sliced down past his shoulder, tearing straight through the mountain range below, causing the entire land and water to tilt with a rumbling boom, as if about to sink into the water.

It was not given much time to react.

A withered hand like an eagle's claw, as if calculating Wu Jun's reaction perfectly, thrust viciously toward his back while he was unprepared.

For a normal cultivator or demon.

Just this single palm strike would have dug out his heart.

Click! Click!

That equally aged Turtle Demon withdrew his hand, his gaze shifting from Wu Jun's pierced heart to the pile of crushed stones in his palm.

He squeezed hard.

Yet the stone did not turn to dust; instead, it squeezed out a pool of blood.

It was pure and thick golden-patterned turtle blood.

Seemingly using stone to make a puppet, yet in truth using flesh and blood to make the stone.

Just a glance was enough to glimpse the cruelty within.

This bizarre scene made the old man narrow his eyes: "I did not expect Shen Zongzhu to be a demonic cultivator; when fighting, you are even more ruthless than us demons. Should you consider joining the Long Gong?"

"Huff..."

Although Wu Jun's bloodline and cultivation had improved, in terms of actual experience, before these few, he was still that tenth-layer Killed Fanxu greenhorn.

Fighting was definitely impossible.

However, since the other side was willing to speak a few more words, he did not mind.

After all, what he sought was simply to give his master enough time to flee far away.

Just then, the third person who had not yet appeared quietly stood behind Wu Jun; his fingertip suddenly stabbed at the flaw between his golden patterns, and his lips curled in mockery: "We were just joking. Do you even qualify?"

Having slaughtered so many lives of the Turtle Army, you still want to join the Long Gong? Dreaming in broad daylight.

The one surnamed Shen will never have the chance to see the Seventh Dragon Grandson.

The three Turtle Clan generals, on their first strike, displayed near-perfect coordination.

These demons were the main reason Ke Laoqi could hold his position firmly.

Boom!

Although his cultivation was high and his bloodline crushed the three of them.

Wu Jun was once again blasted away by that single finger, appearing as if he had no power to fight back at all.

At the same time.

The Turtle Clan Third Uncle already stood diagonally, holding a long blade, in the direction where Wu Jun was falling, looking up with an indifferent gaze.

His five fingers slowly clenched the blade's hilt.

Demon qi as thick as blood flowed entirely into the blade's edge.

The entire sky was covered in scarlet, like the most vibrant sunset, with layers of fierce aura surging like waves.

"..."

The Turtle Clan's Third Uncle froze for a moment; this sky-filling crimson red had its reasons, yet not entirely so.

Amidst the red clouds, the roar of a ferocious beast sounded.

A towering Dao Palace stood in the sky; amidst nine accompanying demons, the crimson figure seated on a meditation cushion opened its eyes and gazed down from above.

As the stone skin peeled away, six brand-new great pillars appeared at the very top of the main hall.

Faces that Third Uncle felt slightly familiar with coiled around the pillars.

They all seemed to have been seen within the Turtle Army; they were all excellent juniors, remembered as those who had accompanied Wu Jun to Xiangtian City to welcome the bride.

They were all trapped within the Dao pillars, instead turning their ferocious gazes toward him.

Of course, causing a great demon at the Twelfth Layer of Killed Fanxu to fall into a daze.

Definitely wasn't just because of a few juniors.

What truly made its pupils shrink slightly.

Was this seven-and-a-half-story-high Dao Palace, inside which permeated a thick, suffocating purple qi.

The entire body possessed no mixed colors.

As if in the eyes of Heaven and Earth, besides Hongmeng Chen Ziqi, no other gift could be worthy of such a Heavenly Palace.

A full six strands of purple intent, and each one far exceeded the abundance known to normal people.

What kind of favored child of Heaven and Earth could possess such a flawless Dao Palace?

In an instant, celestial music sounded all around.

Chen Ziqi arrives from the East.

It surged toward the newly forged eighth layer.

At this moment, a hint of confusion flashed in Third Uncle's eyes, and even the raised long blade unconsciously lowered itself.

Only because the celestial music suddenly stopped, as if Heaven and Earth were declaring their dissatisfaction, and that purple qi... actually reversed direction, surging toward him.

A golden-patterned turtle demon, could it actually attract the attention of Heaven and Earth?

When had such a strange event ever occurred in Yu Nanhong?

"Third Brother! Quick, dodge!"

A hoarse roar from his other two brothers sounded in Third Uncle's ear!

He watched helplessly as the purple qi passed through his body, completely ignoring him, and surged toward the rear.

This hunchbacked old man finally realized what was happening.

He quickly gathered his golden patterns to protect himself, looking back in horror.

Behind him.

A youth stood suspended sideways.

Slightly disheveled hair swayed gently; upon the Bai Xi face like jade, golden flames leaped, and in those eyes rested a purple-gold devoid of sorrow or joy.

The ink-black robe rolled up, drawing the final strand of purple qi into the body.

Amidst the billowing sleeves, a hand covered by silver-gray ferocious wrist armor clenched that domineering Dragon Spear indifferently.

Under the support of the fully mastered Killed Fanxu Immortal Armor.

Xiang Tianyan Sijiu was unleashed with full force, combined with the Green Dragon Shattering Star Spear.

In that instant.

The Turtle Clan's Third Uncle even felt as though he looked up and saw the desolate blue sky.

Purple-gold flames roared and swept outward, as if igniting a brilliant streak of red clouds across that blue sky.

Accompanied by a deafening dragon's cry!

Puchi—

Shen Yi held the long spear calmly; the spear shaft pierced the hunchbacked old man's neck, and that dragon-head-shaped spear blade greedily swallowed the blood plasma.

Thud.

The Turtle Clan's Third Uncle remained immersed in the blue sky only he could see; amidst the curling clouds, it seemed countless eyes from on high gazed down at him indifferently.

He knelt on both knees, the long blade slipping from his grasp.

He even felt an impulse to kowtow, but held by the long spear, he could not perform the bending action.

Shen Yi casually withdrew the long spear; the blade flashed like a silver moon, severing and sending that dazed head flying.

With this act, he formed two silent large characters.

No need for courtesy—

(End of this chapter)