Chapter 424: Feilian and Shanglu Finally Part Ways

"Bring back the Junior Aunt."

Shoucheng's words left Xin Yi feeling somewhat dazed.

When Lianqiao and the other two were sent out of Guiyu, Maidong had also said these words; at that time, she was tugging at Xin Yi's sleeve, calling him "Brother Lu."

And when Maidong tearfully stroked his severed arm, a sharp pain tugged at Xin Yi's heart.

Maidong remembered everything...

"Brother Lu, does it hurt..."

"Brother Lu, I'm sorry..."

Xin Yi had always blamed himself for not being able to keep Maidong back then.

It was only an arm, so how could Xin Yi bear to blame her?

This was all Guihua's fault; what did it have to do with her?

If not for Guihua, Maidong would not have suffered such torment; she must have been heartbroken.

"Brother Lu, bring back Lingxiang..."

"Alright, I promise you."

As long as it was something she asked for, Xin Yi would certainly not refuse.

This time, he would never break his word!

In an instant, Xin Yi pulled himself together; after all, with a formidable enemy before him, he could not afford to be too distracted.

Xin Yi cleaved a lunging Demon Soldier in two with his blade, only then managing to settle his mind.

It was only with the help of his fellow sect brothers and other fellow Daoists that they were able to hold off these Demon Soldiers and resolve their immediate predicament.

But the two Demon Generals were a problem.

He could neither let Feilian and Shanglu make a move and break the Tishinfushu, nor could he let them return.

The only strategy now was to defeat them here; that was the best course of action.

That was the logic, but were these two really so easy to deal with?

Of course, Xin Yi was not the only one thinking this.

The master of the escort agency often said, to capture the bandits, first capture the king.

Therefore, Chengkai understood that if they wanted to end this chaos quickly, the best method was to subdue the two Demon Generals, otherwise, they would be failing the friendship of the various fellow Daoists who had come from afar.

Thus, Chengkai dealt with the Demon Soldiers while contemplating a strategy for a surprise attack.

Sangmu had spent many years in the military camp and naturally understood that once the commander was captured, the rest would just be a scattered mess.

But it was clearly not easy to overcome Feilian and Shanglu; let alone the two of them, even one of them was enough to give them a hard time.

With no better plan at the moment, Sangmu could only stay on guard against the two.

If not for these Daoists arriving in time to relieve them, they would likely have been worn down to death here, but if these two made a move, he feared these Daoists would not be able to withstand it at all.

After all, it was only a Tishinfushu.

Just as the three were being cautious, Feilian suddenly swung his massive scythe, though his body remained comfortably seated on the back of that rat-headed, leopard-bodied monster.

What was going on?

The three were confused, and Feilian took the opportunity to mock them.

"You actually have some guts; after all, you are of the Demon Race, so no matter how useless you are, you cannot go against your nature."

Sangmu furrowed his brows; he knew the "nature" Feilian spoke of referred to the Demon Race's bellicose heart, but...

But who was he talking to?

In his surprise, a figure gradually appeared; it was Zhanli.

That's right! He had almost forgotten! He was also of the Demon Race!

Just as Wumingjun said, one could not underestimate Lingxiang; she was actually able to control the Demon Race to work for her.

As a member of the Demon Race, Zhanli naturally understood more about Feilian and Shanglu than the others.

These two were calm and composed, having made up their minds to watch from the sidelines, because they knew this group could not afford to wait.

And the two of them were merely toying with everyone.

Feilian and Shanglu possessed the absolute arrogance of Demon Generals; as long as no one made a move, they would continue to watch like this. A long battle was not a good strategy; even if they could afford to wait, the master could not.

That was why Zhanli had found an opportunity to strike first.

Feilian swung his scythe, hooking Zhanli; with just a little bit of force, he could sever his head.

But he did not do so, merely looking at Zhanli with amusement.

"Very well, playing with you is not out of the question; let me also see the skills that little girl taught you."

Saying this, he rose from his mount, grabbed Zhanli, and leaped up, making a move to take him away from the battlefield.

However, at that moment, a Thunder Method roared down, striking toward Feilian.

It was Chengkai's thunder technique.

Feilian did not expect anyone to secretly cast Witchcraft and had to twist his body to dodge.

Zhanli took advantage of Feilian's distraction to break free.

Please... add... this... to... your... library....!

Chengkai had long seen through Zhanli's intentions, but he did not believe Zhanli could succeed, so he kept a close eye on the movements of Shanglu and Feilian.

Seeing Zhanli escape, Feilian was furious: "Which blind thing dares to disturb my fun!" Turning his head, he saw Chengkai holding his weapon and forming hand seals.

"Good, good, good, you're courting death!"

As soon as the words fell, Feilian vanished; when he appeared again, the scythe blade was already hacking toward Chengkai's neck.

Chengkai had not expected that this seemingly wet-behind-the-ears little brat, while carrying such a large scythe blade, could still have such speed; by the time he reacted, he could almost feel the coldness of the blade.

He had underestimated his enemy after all; was he to lose his life here today?

In just this instant, Chengkai was already drenched in sweat; he had almost resigned himself to his fate, yet after waiting for a long time, the scythe blade did not descend.

Two figures stood before Chengkai: it was Xin Yi and Sangmu, one pressing down on the handle of the scythe, the other drawing a blade to block it.

Although Zhanli's move was somewhat reckless, it had to be said that it was quite effective.

Separating Feilian from Shanglu should make them much easier to deal with.

What Xin Yi had not expected, however, was that Sangmu would actually step in to save him, and even less expected was that he could actually keep up with Feilian's speed.

But on second thought, since he was an opponent who had once forced him and Hanyang into a bitter struggle, he was certainly no simpleton.

Sangmu's strength was not to be underestimated either.

Seeing the two standing before him, Chengkai hurriedly rolled away from the scene of trouble, leaving not a single word behind.

It was not that Chengkai intended to be rude, but he knew well that the current situation allowed no room for scholarly pleasantries.

After all, having once made a living on the edge of a blade, Chengkai still knew clearly what needed to be done and when.

Seeing the two blocking his path, Feilian laughed in extreme rage.

"Just by relying on you two dogs of the Demon Race, you think you are worthy of standing before me?"

As Feilian spoke, he swung his giant scythe, fiercely throwing Xin Yi and Sangmu away.

The two figures steadied themselves instantly, both looking at Feilian with solemn expressions.

Xin Yi drew his Lujiao Changren, held it in his mouth, and formed a strange finger seal with his hands.

Sangmu also joined his two blades together, holding them in a crouched lunge with the long blade placed beside his ear, just like that time at Ding'anju.

Only this time, Sangmu did not close his eyes; instead, he intended to swing the blade of his own volition.

"Zen Intent Iai," Xin Yi chuckled softly, "It seems he still intends to hold back a trump card."

In order to adapt to his new Deer Horn Blade, Xin Yi had once intentionally sought to understand Zen Intent Iai; although it did not suit his own use, he knew that "Listening to the Blade" was the highest realm of this technique.

But Xin Yi was going to give it his all.

After all, the one he was facing was not an ordinary member of the Demon Race, but a Demon General who commanded a region; he must never underestimate him.

Underestimating the enemy would only lead him into a desperate situation.

(End of chapter)