Chapter 608: Wan Yao Dian Is Mine

Rustle—

Between white clouds and the blue sky, a petite figure hung suspended, her black robe with dark patterns fluttering loudly, its hidden golden divine patterns resembling clouds and dragons, adding a touch of nobility.

She quietly lowered her gaze to look down.

Below, on the land and water, a robust ferocious beast was desperately fleeing; its appearance resembled a qilin, yet it held no aura of peace at all, its entire body ink-black, covered in long feathers, and as it ran it seemed to ride the clouds and mist—it was a Disaster Qilin.

At this moment, this Disaster Qilin was already covered in wounds, its aura extremely weak, clearly on the verge of death.

"Hah! Hah!"

It panted heavily, looking up in terror at that figure relentlessly pursuing it from the sky.

Wasn't it said that Wan Yao Dian had the habit of recruiting all demons? Yet this person appeared and immediately struck to kill, not uttering a single word from start to finish!

Moreover, the opponent was clearly of the Heaven realm; even though I unleashed the Black Cloud Technique, I still could not escape.

"I am willing... I am willing to join Wan..."

Noticing the petite figure in the sky suddenly vanish from her spot, under that terrifying pressure, the Disaster Qilin's pupils constricted; disregarding the dignity of Bei Hong entirely, its mind held only one thought: save my life first.

Before the words could fully leave its mouth, a pale, tender small hand appeared in its vision, as if passing through the void, heading straight for its forehead.

Though the palm resembled that of a young child, it carried boundless might, as if heaven and earth were collapsing down!

Causing the Disaster Qilin's breath to halt abruptly, even its heart stopped beating, unable to form any thought of resistance; its ferocious expression froze, and its pupils gradually scattered.

The opponent didn't want to defeat me into submission! She truly intended to kill me!

In the next instant, a roaring sound rang in the Disaster Qilin's ears, followed immediately by total deafness; a thunderclap seemed to explode within its skull, and a withered, old hand appeared in its vision, blocking that tender small palm.

The old man stood hunched, shaking his hand away as if swatting a fly.

With a wave of his hand, it seemed the surrounding land and water were pushed outward; a mighty demonic energy surged forth, exploding suddenly before that tender palm!

Boom!

The hidden golden divine patterns fluctuated, the entire black sleeve rolled up, and An Yi was violently sent flying backward, returning to the sky, crossing several thousand zhang before barely stabilizing her form.

She adjusted her breathing slightly, silently watching the figure that had just appeared below, while at the same time, a hoarse voice sounded in her ears.

"This palm does not kill you; it is merely a slight punishment."

Yue Gonggui slowly straightened his body, withdrew his hand, and glanced sideways at that petite figure in the sky: "You may now try to summon your disciples; this seat will wait for you for one stick of incense."

Regarding interrogation, catching more is certainly better than catching only one; the confessions extracted can be cross-checked against each other.

After seeing this disciple of Wan Yao Dian, Yue Gonggui's previous feelings of apprehension were completely put to rest.

That dark golden patterned robe did indeed have the effect of concealing one's aura, but it could not escape the eyes of a great demon like him in the late Heaven realm; of course, this disciple of Wan Yao Dian likely possessed other methods to suppress her aura, and the combination of the two made it truly difficult to see clearly.

But an aura can deceive; a strike reveals the truth.

Furthermore, Yue Gonggui was the Grand Elder guarding the Disaster Qilin clan; how rich was his experience?

That brief clash just now had already allowed him to gauge An Yi's strength to about ninety percent.

Even though she was already very close, she had not yet reached the mid Heaven realm.

For ordinary cultivators, this realm was certainly an unreachable sky, but compared to the conduct of Wan Yao Dian, this strength was somewhat low, far from enough to support them in swallowing the entire West Dragon Palace.

"..."

Watching figures shrouded in black clouds gradually emerge from the water.

An Yi quickly withdrew her gaze, without the slightest hesitation, turned around, and fled toward the rear.

"Tsk."

Seeing this, Yue Gonggui let out a scoff but made no move.

Just as An Yi's figure vanished into the mist, it seemed to collide with some barrier; her entire petite body was suddenly sent flying back, and she looked up toward the front.

She saw that the sky, which had been clear just moments ago, suddenly began to flicker.

Stars appeared in the daylight, a total of fourteen of them, connected by lines to outline a peach blossom that covered the sky and obscured the sun in the air.

An Yi stood at the center of the flower's stamen, as if enveloped by a massive prison; her already petite body appeared even more tiny, revealing a somewhat pitiful air.

"Hiss."

The various Shen Zongzhu landed on the ground; if not for this great formation frantically drawing their aura from them, they would have found it hard to imagine that a group of Earth realm cultivators could imprison a true Heaven realm powerhouse.

Is this the foundation of Bei Hong?

Just revealing a tiny bit from between the fingers was a treasure capable of changing the situation in West Hong.

Let alone the Liangdaohuang Sect; even the Yue family, a tier below, could, with a slight move, turn Wan Yao Dian—which made the entire West Hong tremble in fear—into a little girl who could be handled at will.

Thinking back now, these people looking down on them was not necessarily arrogance, but truly a difference in vision...

"Restrain your minds; stop overthinking."

A light chuckle from Xue Yan came through the Spirit Jade; it was clear he was quite interested in shocking these West Hong bumpkins.

"Enough, Elder Yue, withdraw the formation."

Catching more would certainly be better, but judging by the appearance of this disciple of Wan Yao Dian, if she could truly summon people, she would not have turned and fled immediately.

In the next instant, Xue Yan's voice suddenly became serious.

Different commands were transmitted into the Spirit Jade of every Shen Zongzhu.

In his eyes, these cultivators seemed not to be living beings, but merely chess pieces; by simply placing the pieces according to his voice, the Greedy Wolf Great Array in the sky could instantly awaken and bare its fangs at that disciple of Wan Yao Dian.

Controlling alone a formation diagram that required seventeen Shen Zongzhu of the Liangdaohuang Sect to activate, and doing so with ease; with just this one move, he solidified his title as the number one genius of Bei Hong!

Just then, Xue Yan's voice suddenly showed signs of turmoil.

"Why do you not move?!"

Clearly, he would not allow anyone to escape his control, not even the slightest mistake.

The various Shen Zongzhu all looked around, and then their gazes all fell upon that figure in the black robe.

They saw a handsome youth standing leisurely in place, the Spirit Jade in his palm flickering uncertainly, as if representing Xue Yan's current rage, yet this rage could not move him in the slightest.

"This..."

The Sect Masters were all somewhat stunned; this expression did not look like a mistake.

Only Huang Wenfa seemed to have expected something; his eyes widened instantly, and he finally understood why Shen Zongzhu had returned.

Under the gaze of all.

Shen Yi gently rubbed that spirit jade; the next moment, this precious jade shattered directly between his slender five fingers, turning to dust and vanishing!

Crack!

A faint crisp sound, yet it spread through everyone's minds like a thunderclap.

"What happened?!"

"Speak!"

Xue Yan's angry, uncertain rebukes echoed around, yet under Shen Yi's calm gaze, not a single person dared to answer.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The spirit jades in everyone's hands shattered in succession, making them shudder all over suddenly.

This commotion finally caught Yue Gonggui's attention.

This withered, thin old man slowly turned around, staring tightly at that ink-robed figure; his gaze fell upon the other's young face. After pondering for a moment, he curled his lips, and a chilling killing intent rose in his hoarse voice: "You seek death?"

He did not quite understand what this young man was thinking.

Choosing to switch sides at a time when the situation was as clear as it could possibly be.

Was his brain broken?

"..."

An Yi turned around, looking at that ink-robed youth with a hint of reminiscence.

She had not seen Mr. act personally for a long time.

Thinking of this, she seemed to truly become a little girl, clutching her sleeve hem, standing obediently in the sky.

"This is good; do not move."

Shen Yi glanced at the peach blossoms in the sky, stepped forward with composure, and entered this Tanlang Star Map.

The other Sect Masters looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

"I told you not to move! Do you not understand?!" Huang Wenfa shouted angrily, then swallowed, directing his gaze forward.

"Heh."

Yue Gonggui stared at the youth ahead and suddenly laughed: "Before you die, solve a riddle for this seat. What made you suddenly lose your senses? Could it be that you are also a member of Wan Yao Dian?"

Hearing this, Shen Yi shook his head and said softly, "Who did you come to West Hong to find?"

Yue Gonggui was stunned for a moment, his double pupils narrowing slightly: "The murderer of my Yue family's heavenly prodigy."

Before the words had fully faded, he saw a playful smile on the youth's face; that smile vanished in an instant, turning into indifference in the blink of an eye.

"You have found him now."

The youth's voice was not loud, yet it echoed like a whisper in the ears of every Yue family member, making their faces change abruptly; a surging killing intent burst forth from their chests instantly, rushing straight to their brains!

"Presumptuous!" Roars resounded around.

The only one who remained silent was Yue Gonggui, because he felt the changes all around; the instant the words sounded, the qi of the entire world seemed forcibly drawn and gathered to one place. Such domineering means—

"Immortal Technique..."

Yue Gonggui murmured to himself; his cloudy eyes gradually cleared, overflowing with intense excitement.

In this place where even birds do not defecate, there was actually a chance to encounter an Immortal Technique perfected to completion.

A sneer rose on his expression; suddenly, he looked toward a certain place: "I have found you."

This ancient Huo Lin, maintaining human form, with withered arms seemingly capable of rolling up ten thousand Gaoshan, struck forward with a boom!

From the void, a slender hand with distinct knuckles slowly reached out.

Shen Yi hovered before Yue Gonggui; his gray eyes were devoid of waves, his ink robe billowed, making his figure appear even thinner; he calmly pressed his hand down.

The identical movement made Yue Gonggui feel strangely familiar.

But within a single breath, that palm pressed against his double arms.

A demon body capable of overturning ten thousand mountains sank downward in an instant; this withered old man's entire skeleton cracked loudly, like bamboo tubes bursting beans; thick demon power surged out, turning the surrounding world a pale red.

The figures of the two seemed to have become independent from this world.

The sky spun and the earth turned; there was no roar, no shockwave; in everyone's ears remained only endless buzzing.

Until a sudden explosion!

Boom-boom-boom—

The clothes on Yue Gonggui's body shattered; the whole person was blasted backward, transforming in mid-air into a demon body several hundred zhang long, tearing this still vast land in half from the middle, splitting it into two, and plunging toward the waters.

Dust rose everywhere; mountain ridges broke.

The ink-robed youth's sleeves fluttered; he gazed indifferently at that ancient Huo Lin and slowly withdrew his hand.

"..."

When the roaring sound suddenly ceased.

Many Sect Masters still had blank minds; they completely could not understand how the young man, who had previously been treated as a chess piece and array stone alongside them, had suddenly become like this.

Even Huang Wenfa, who knew Shen Yi best, was dumbfounded.

Although he knew Shen Zongzhu's power was terrifying, this Huo Lin was no inferior to the Long Wang in the south; when Shen Zongzhu dealt with the Southern Long Wang before, it was far less relaxed and carefree than now.

The Yue family members' gazes were scattered, as if their worldviews had been overturned.

The Grand Elder was the strongest besides the Clan Leader, protecting the clan for over one hundred thousand years; even in North Hong, he was a figure who could sit alongside the senior experts of the Liangdaohuang Sect and the North Dragon Palace.

Now, in this place called West Hong, he was slapped away by an unknown young boy with a single palm, even forced to reveal his true form.

"Huff! Huff!"

Amidst the heavy breathing, the dust scattered, revealing a massive Huo Lin.

The tips of its feathers had already turned somewhat gray, no longer as jet-black as in its youth; the whiskers beside its head were dry and knotted, revealing every sign of old age.

But the most striking feature was the armor covering its claws, limbs, and entire body, forged entirely from treasure iron that shimmered with a dark, mystical light. It was covered in fly-script talismans; each talisman was no larger than a fingertip, yet they completely covered this armor capable of enveloping a demon body hundreds of zhang in length.

They were so densely packed that it made one feel somewhat uneasy just looking at them.

Even someone who knew nothing of treasures could see this was a heavy treasure!

"What a magnificent Immortal Art!"

Yue Gonggui raised his head, his spine heaving up and down as he slowly emerged from the collapsed Gaoshan, his pair of scarlet eyes brimming with an aura of calamity.

With his movement, a torrent of black clouds erupted, quickly obscuring the peach-blossom stars in the sky, plunging the originally clear and desolate blue heavens into a gloomy and eerie darkness.

For the demon race, they cared nothing for such enlightenment.

"Killing is a very simple matter."

"Endure the opponent's technique, tear apart their magical robes and Dao body—that is enough."

"What use is there in all that flashy nonsense?"

As the words fell, this Huolin instantly vanished into the black clouds, and its roars echoed from all directions!

"..."

Shen Yi hovered in the air, silently listening to these words. Under the astonished gazes of others, he actually nodded slightly in agreement.

Regarding the Huolin clan's most formidable black cloud technique, he seemed not to see it at all. He extended his right palm, spread his five fingers, and then slowly clenched them in the void.

With this subtle movement.

A gloomy, vast mansion as massive as the sun and moon crashed down from the horizon with a thunderous boom, shaking the enveloping black clouds apart and accurately pinning down that Huolin.

Taishang Youming Mansion!

Divine Mountain Suppresses the Blue Sky!

With the technique and Immortal Art unleashed together, Yue Gonggui was forced to fall clumsily from the black clouds, looking up with some disbelief.

He saw the black clouds eroding toward Shen Yi.

But the instant they approached the youth, black clouds of the same kind rolled out from within the other's ink-black robe, connecting with the surroundings and oscillating together like breathing.

The Huolin technique capable of obscuring others' senses was seen by Shen Yi with even greater clarity.

As for the calamity carried within the black clouds.

Shen Yi's pair of gray eyes slowly lowered, gazing at his own right palm. In this gloomy world, who else could resemble calamity more than he?

Gold and dark mystical colors converged in his palm, forming a long blade.

Unlike before, the intricate gold patterns on the blade that previously held no specific meaning had now all transformed into dragon-claw shapes gripping the back of the blade, as if having devoured the sky, plunging the entire world into a death-like blackness.

【Demon Emperor Weapon: Azure Dragon Devours the Sun】

This was part of the thorough preparations Shen Yi had made beforehand.

He suddenly gripped the blade's hilt, and the sound of a dragon's roar resonated throughout the four seas!

Ao—

Amidst this dragon roar, Shen Yi vanished from his spot once more.

The swirling ink-black robe obscured Yue Gonggui's vision.

His slender right leg, like a whip tearing through the sky, struck the demon body, which was as large as a small mountain, with ferocious violence.

The tiny fly-script talismans between the black armor all burst forth with light, forcibly blocking this kick; the surface remained perfectly smooth, not even a single scratch.

"Do you know that this treasure armor of mine belongs to the Yue family..."

Yue Gonggui sneered; although his entire body was being pressed downward by an immense force, he felt no panic in his heart.

However, before his words finished, Shen Yi had already stomped heavily on the top of his head, forcing him to lower his skull.

The gold-patterned dark blade swept across the long sky, suddenly slashing toward his neck.

The tiny fly-script talismans shattered one after another!

The blade sank into the thick armor but failed to injure Yue Gonggui's flesh.

Yet even so, it was enough to make this old demon's heart race uncontrollably. He looked up in shock, wanting to see, but Shen Yi's long boot pressed him back down again.

Shen Yi stared silently at the other's neck.

This old demon was right.

So-called magical duels, setting aside myriad transformations, are nothing more than attack and defense.

But unfortunately, the Huolin clan's armor was not thick enough, nor hard enough!

The long blade once again transformed into a thousand-zhang blade of dark gold light, erupting with a sharp dragon roar in Shen Yi's palm.

He tightly gripped the blade's hilt with both hands.

In an instant no one noticed, a dim golden dragon shadow appeared on each of Shen Yi's wrists, resembling bracelets or some kind of talisman, suddenly imprinting itself onto his skin.

Puchi—

Under the support of an inexplicable immense force, the dark gold light slashed fiercely into Yue Gonggui's neck, sending up scarlet blood.

"You... you... who exactly are you?"

Yue Gonggui finally panicked. He had never imagined that in this place called Xihong, someone could truly break through his treasure armor.

This was absolutely something no unknown person could achieve.

A tall tale! A tall tale!

It began to struggle frantically, but it was clearly too late. The excruciating pain from within its body, along with the torment of its soul being devoured, left this aged Huolin with very little power to resist.

Shen Yi, with meticulous precision, severed that thick cervical vertebra. The dark gold light shattered into pieces, greedily tearing and biting within that massive demon body!

As scarlet red filled his vision, the gray in his eyes gradually faded away.

Only at this moment did a calm voice finally sound in Yue Gonggui's ears, as if answering his questions.

"I am not from Wan Yao Dian."

"Wan Yao Dian is mine."

"And you, too, are mine."

(End of this chapter)