Chapter 320: The First Disciple Meets the Four Demon Generals

"Huh? You stinking brat! What did you say?"

Upon hearing Lingxiang's words, Feilian was instantly incensed. He was most sensitive about his stature, a matter often criticized by those in the Demon Realm; now that Lingxiang had mocked him so bluntly, he felt even more pain than salt being rubbed into a wound.

Although Feilian did not know why salt rubbed into a wound would be painful, people in Chenjian often said so, did they not?

Feilian let out a roar, raised the massive scythe in his hand, and charged toward Lingxiang, yet Lingxiang's expression did not change, as if she did not care at all.

Though Lingxiang did not care, Long Qi's expression was grave. Seeing Feilian charging violently, even though he could not muster strength in his body, he still raised the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss.

"Clang!"

A dull sound vibrated, causing Long Qi's forearm to ache and forcing him back a foot, yet he stubbornly held his ground, for behind him was Lingxiang.

He never expected that this person before him, who looked like a child, would have such immense strength!

Amidst his astonishment, Long Qi looked back and gasped. Although he had blocked Feilian's handle with his sword, the scythe was curved, and now the blade was but a hair's breadth from Lingxiang's neck!

If Feilian were to stop now, Lingxiang would surely be decapitated!

Yet even trapped in such a situation, Lingxiang's expression remained unchanged, sitting in meditation with composure, not at all concerned about the blade that could take her life at any moment.

Although the situation was pressing, seeing Lingxiang like this, Long Qi could not help but feel strange—this little brat, who usually wouldn't even sit in meditation, why was she so steady today?

However, though Long Qi felt strange, he dared not slacken the force in his hands, but unexpectedly, Feilian suddenly withdrew his strength and pulled back the scythe, causing him to nearly fall flat on the ground.

How could this stinking brat have no martial virtue at all? Then again, for someone of the Demon Race, what virtue was there to speak of?

While Long Qi was grumbling to himself, he saw Feilian start to laugh: "A bold little brat who doesn't know the height of the sky or the depth of the earth, actually unafraid of this General's 'dread-intent', you have guts."

Dread-intent? What was that?

Just as Long Qi was confused, a sudden, chilling pain swept through his body. He looked down to see his clothes torn, and where they were torn, bloodstains were everywhere.

So this was dread-intent? That Lingxiang!

Long Qi hurriedly looked toward Lingxiang, only to see her secretly forming hand seals, completely unruffled.

So she had been prepared all along; he had worried for nothing!

Long Qi could not help but take a long breath, but it truly hurt!

"'Dread'?" Lingxiang sneered, "Little General, you think too highly of yourself. Dread is fear; where there is no fear, there is no dread. I am quite fond of the Little General's appearance, so where would there be fear?"

"You!"

Hearing this, Feilian's face froze, his eyes widening in anger: "So arrogant! If this General swings his blade down, you will be decapitated; are you not afraid?"

"Why should I be afraid? Furthermore," Lingxiang looked up at Feilian, her expression extremely insolent, "do you dare?"

Seeing Lingxiang like this, Feilian flew into a rage, leaped up, and charged over, swinging his large scythe.

"Why would I not dare!"

Seeing this, Long Qi drew his sword to charge, but for some reason, the sword felt like a heavy stone, making it difficult for him to move freely. Lingxiang glanced at Long Qi but said nothing more, nor did she move, just sitting peacefully as if waiting for something.

It was at this moment that the doors of Wuji Hall burst open, and amidst flashing sword light, one after another, green-clad figures flew out.

It was the Head Disciples of the Elders.

"Ding!"

Two long swords blocked Feilian's long scythe; it was Shouyi, the Head Disciple of Qianyuan Zhenren, and Chaolan, the Head Disciple of Chengxin Zhenren.

"Form the array!"

Hanyang shouted, and the disciples immediately scattered, surrounding the four Demon Generals. As they pinched their fingers and formed seals, a Dharma Array appeared in the air, shrouding them within.

Only then did Lingxiang stand up, her brows locked as she looked at the four Demon Generals in the array.

Seeing they were trapped in the Dharma Array, these people still did not change their expressions, not even moving; it seemed the Heavenly Thunder Subduing Demon Array could not do anything to them at all.

Sure enough, following shouts of "Jiji Ru Lüling," bolts of thunder descended from the array, but at that instant, the masked person moved, and the robe on their body covered the heads of the four, blocking all the falling lightning.

After the rumbling, the person put away the black robe, and the four were completely unscathed.

Hanyang secretly thought it was bad and exchanged a glance with Shouyi, who immediately understood.

It seemed they had to separate the four to defeat them, but how could they be separated?

Just then, Feilian mocked: "Hmph, I wondered why you little brat had such courage; so you were relying on others."

And Lingxiang did not hold back: "What? Are you jealous?"

"I'm jealous? You are only so arrogant because you hide behind others!"

Lingxiang was dismissive: "Didn't you just hide under someone else's clothes? As the saying goes, 'holding an umbrella on a sunny day, the stature won't grow'; I suppose the Little General's small frame is because you are always hiding under others!"

These words made Feilian fume with rage.

For a while now, this dead brat had been harping on his height; today he would definitely give her a taste of his power!

As Feilian charged toward Lingxiang, he roared: "You lot, don't meddle in other people's business; watch me teach her a lesson today!"

Lingxiang had provoked the little Demon General with just a few words; if not for the grave situation, Hanyang would have truly laughed out loud.

Seeing Feilian fly out, Chaolan and Mucang immediately met him, their sword lights swirling, and through the tug-of-war of their moves, they led Feilian to the side.

"Hmph, what a sharp-tongued brat."

Hearing this, Lingxiang glanced at Guihua and said with utter disdain: "A defeated opponent is not worthy of speaking nonsense before this young lady; why don't you hurry up and call your master out to answer!"

Had Lingxiang gone mad? To be so reckless and unrestrained?

Long Qi did not know what medicine Lingxiang was selling in her gourd, but it was clearly very effective; hearing what Lingxiang said, Guihua was instantly so angry that she lashed out with a whip.

Guanxu saw this, flipped over, and stepped on the whip. "Female benefactor, why be so violent? Why not spar with this poor Daoist?" As he spoke, he exerted force with his foot, twisting the whip. Guihua's whip was suddenly blocked and then pulled, and for a moment, she lost control of her strength and was dragged to the side by Guanxu.

Hanyang and Shouyi looked at each other.

Two remained.

But how to separate these two?

Just then, the masked person was surrounded by a mist, and a moment later, they were nowhere to be seen.

This is... gone?

Hanyang and Shouyi were both deeply puzzled, yet they dared not move rashly, but after waiting for a long while, they only saw Shanglu standing there with his arms crossed, not moving at all.

It looks like they have left.

Hanyang cast a glance, and Shouyi immediately raised his sword and thrust it toward Shanglu.

That person's whereabouts were unknown, so Hanyang naturally dared not act rashly, but fortunately, by separating the few of them, the threat could be considered minimized.

However, seeing Shouyi's fierce momentum, Shanglu did not have the slightest intention of dodging; Shouyi's sword struck him squarely, but...

"Clang!"

The sword bent into an incredible arc and then sent Shouyi flying back, yet Shanglu had not suffered even the slightest injury!