Chapter 853

Iron Three Flowers

Unmatched Eagle

The wind-fire power on the Wind-Fire Nine-Dragon Staff turned into thunder, directly blasting into the skull of the three-headed eagle after it had transformed into human form, instantly shattering his soul. The three-headed eagle didn't even have time to flee with its soul, seize a body and be reborn, and was completely annihilated—soul and spirit scattered.

Mother Continent

Visible to the naked eye, countless soul particles and bloodline essence mingled in the light pillar, rapidly condensing in the extremely high altitude into a soul crystal and a mass of bloodline essence, then, following the light pillar, escaped into the extremely high firmament.

"Ancestral holy souls, bless us..." Ji Wu Shuang screamed shrilly, then he transformed into an extremely fine stream of light, instantly weaving thousands of times around and through Tie San Hua.

The short halberd in his hand emitted a piercing tearing sound, and in an instant left countless wounds on Tie San Hua's body deep enough to reach the bone, almost slicing him to death on the spot.

Moving Mountain Giant Ape

For the demon race's royal, imperial, and supreme bloodlines, regardless of whether it is royal or imperial, their offspring can relatively easily break through to become 'King Gods'. Depending on the concentration and nobility of the bloodline, they can be initial King Gods who enter the Dao via a hundred great paths, or supreme King Gods who enter via three hundred or more great paths.

Setting aside the lofty supreme bloodline, the difference between royal and imperial bloodlines lies in the different talent bonuses their offspring can receive after reaching adulthood.

Both royal and imperial bloodlines of the demon race's descendants may enter the Dao through a hundred great-path laws, becoming initial King Gods.

However, demons possessing imperial bloodline have greater strength, faster speed, sturdier flesh, and possess more mysterious and unfathomable talent divine abilities, even more extraordinary bonuses—this is the preciousness of imperial bloodline.

Demon Venerable-level

Upon first entering the Divine Sovereign Realm, he already possessed the flight speed comparable to that of a peak tenth-layer heavenly demon beast of an ordinary Divine Sovereign Realm; now Ji Wu Shuang has cultivated to the seventh layer of the Divine Sovereign Realm, and his speed is dozens of times that of an ordinary Divine Sovereign Realm peak tenth-layer heavenly demon beast!

The terrifying speed brings terrifying cutting power; an ordinary blade possessing Ji Wu Shuang's current speed could easily rend the indestructible diamond bodies of the great monks of the Sui Chao Red Lotus Temple.

Moreover, the halberd Ji Wu Shuang now uses is the 'Wind-Cutting Halberd' passed down from the ancestors of the Mo Yun Eagle King lineage, said to be one of the ancient treasures born when the celestial and terrestrial spirit veins collided and impacted during the re-convergence of Mu Dalu into a whole.

Indestructible Vajra Body

Great Earth Yuan Magnetic Gravity

Void-Splitting Divine Movement

Wind-Fire Nine Dragon Staff

Ji Wu Shuang is currently weaving rapidly around Tie San Hua; his flight speed is over a hundred times that of an ordinary Divine Sovereign Realm peak tenth-layer heavenly demon beast.

Sui Chao Red Lotus Temple

Blood-dripping Three-headed Eagle

Fierce Bird Great Monster

In the blink of an eye, Iron Sanhua's two furry thighs were severed by Ying Wushuang.

Only his arms spewed thick demonic light, barely fending off the Wind-Cleaving Halberd's chop; the halberd struck his forearms, emitting faint clangs, while the Iron-Arm Mighty Ape's innate divine ability kicked in, boosting his arm strength over a hundredfold compared to the rest of his body, barely holding back the halberd's edge.

Besides, his Wind-Fire Nine Dragon Staff was heavy and sturdy enough; Iron Sanhua twirled it into a flower-like pattern, genuinely helping him block thousands of terrifying strikes.

But anyone could see that Iron Sanhua was already in a desperate plight.

Shocked and enraged, Ying Wushuang had only gravely wounded Iron Sanhua; with his speed, if he caught the opening in Iron Sanhua's staff flourish, a single halberd thrust piercing his skull would be enough to kill him outright.

"Flat-feathered beast bullying monkeys?" Hei Laoqi snapped his eyes wide and let out a low growl.

He reached his right hand into the void, triggering the Moving Mountain Giant Ape's innate divine ability; a phantom mountain tens of li across appeared out of thin air. From all sides, the geomagnetic gravity in the void surged hundreds of times, making everyone feel their bodies suddenly weigh down.

Ying Wushuang let out a hoarse, strained scream: "Hei Laoqi, dare you oppose me?"

The geomagnetic gravity is the bane of flying avian demons, effectively curbing their high speed. With Ying Wushuang's talent, his flight speed has dropped considerably, letting Iron Sanhua see his form clearly and catch up.

"This is my turf… and, Iron Sanhua may not be much, but after all he's a primate."

Hei Laoqi shouted sternly: "Our Monkey Sovereign told all primate clans of the Demon Realm that monkeys may fight internally, preserving their nature and bloodiness, but whoever dares bully our monkeys must present a united front."

"Get him!" Hei Laoqi roared, hefting a huge staff and leading dozens of giant apes behind him in a forward charge.

"Get him!" Behind Ying Wushuang, nearly a hundred fierce avian demons let out a unified long cry, likewise brandishing weapons and lunging at Hei Laoqi.

When demons fight, they lack the myriad fancy tactics humans have—formations, talismans, spells, etc. —being extremely rare; they just go head‑on, and if they dislike something they beat it to death.

It was like a hundred blacksmiths colliding, swinging iron hammers to smash ingots, a clatter of 'ding‑ding‑dang‑dang'; a dozen giant apes spat blood and fell from the sky, while on the opposite side forty‑odd fierce avian demons dropped from the air.

Hei Laoqi's geomagnetic gravity kept those fierce avian demons from using their speed; hot‑blooded, they instead slammed head‑on into the strength‑famed Moving Mountain Giant Apes and immediately suffered a major loss.

"You idiots!" Ying Wushuang wildly chopped at Iron Sanhua while hysterical screaming: "You bunch of idiots, my father sent you to protect me… honestly… you'd be better boiled into a mushroom‑old‑hen soup!"

"Compared to the Moving Mountain Giant Apes in strength… you wouldn't keep your distance, grab them, and shoot them with bows?" Ying Wushuang's eyes turned red with rage, nearly making him faint.

The fierce avian demons, thanks to their talent here, have peerless flight and extreme speed; they were born to eat the meal of strong archers. With their speed and flight altitude, combined with their innate keen eyesight, plus the rune‑enhanced strong bows and specially made bolts smuggled from the Sui dynasty, they could easily devour these monkeys.

But these idiots actually tried to match strength with the Moving Mountain Giant Apes.

Ying Wushuang thrust his halberd at Iron Sanhua dozens of times in succession, then turned and retreated.

But Iron Sanhua gave a feral grin; his demonic aura surged throughout his body, the two thighs severed at the root shot up from the ground, exploded into a blood mist, and he gulped it down in one gulp.

Then, with a mighty 'whoosh', Iron Sanhua's two thighs regrew; his face turned slightly pale as he swung the Wind‑Fire Nine Dragon Staff, raining down thousands of blows on Ying Wushuang.

The staff's shadows loomed like mountains, raising a sky‑darkening shade, as if tearing the void and howling down.

Iron Sanhua's staff technique was astonishing; even the light pillar left by the slain three‑headed eagle was shattered in one strike, and the sky‑full staff shadows swiftly enveloped Ying Wushuang.

Ying Wushuang gave a cold snort, swiftly brandishing his Wind‑Cleaving Halberd to meet Iron Sanhua's staff while fleeing at top speed.

As long as he could fly out of Hei Laoqi's mountain's influence, Ying Wushuang would use his forte—archery—to give these monkeys a proper lesson—what right does he, Ying Wushuang, have demon‑emperor‑level bloodline while you monkeys are merely demon‑kings!

A booming 'dong‑dong' echoed as Iron Sanhua's thousands of strikes hammered hard against Ying Wushuang's short halberd in his hand.

Ying Wushuang's face paled in waves, his body shook violently, and his arms visibly began to tremble.

In strength, Ying Wushuang was slightly inferior to Iron Sanhua by a notch.

In weaponry, the Wind‑Cleaving Halberd is not meant for head‑on heavy clashes.

Iron Sanhua had already activated his innate divine ability, his arm strength increased a hundredfold, and he completely overwhelmed Ying Wushuang. The tremendous force transmitted through the weapon made Ying Wushuang feel excruciating pain in his arms, his muscles burning in waves, as if his bones were screaming and twisting.

Head‑on strength contests, he is absolutely no match for Iron Sanhua.

Ying Wushuang let out a hoarse scream; behind him a pair of huge wings snapped open, the wings gave a hard beat, and his flight speed surged. Faintly he smelled the scent of his own essence‑blood burning, and Ying Wushuang abruptly broke free of Iron Sanhua's staff shadow, arriving in the blink of an eye at the edge of the phantom mountain of Hei Laoqi that shrouded the area.

"You will all die here today." Ying Wushuang hoarsely screamed: "Your bones, your flesh, your tendons, your blood will all become my meal. Tonight's dinner is you!"

"Hehe, the taste of monkey heads is simply the most delicious." Ying Wushuang laughed hysterically.

In that direction, the dozens of fierce avian great demons who had suffered losses also turned and fled at once, stubbornly enduring Black Old Seven and company's frenzied hacking as they fled at full speed.

They were no match in strength, but as long as they escaped the area covered by this land's yuan magnetic gravity, they could easily kill Black Old Seven's gang of monkeys.

The golden bell's light and shadow suddenly shattered; Wu Tie's body flickered, and he instantly appeared beside Ying Wushuang.

"Buddha's mercy!" Wu Tie chanted the Buddhist mantra, his body becoming as clear and transparent as golden glass, like a true Buddha before him.

Behind Wu Tie, rings upon rings of magnificent golden Buddhist light, like the harsh radiance of a great sun, surged forth; rings of golden Buddhist light like the Yangtze River swept across a radius of ten thousand li in an instant.

Within a radius of ten thousand li, countless great and small demons felt their bones go soft and limbs numb, simultaneously collapsing in weakness.

Tie Sanhua's eight hundred monkey-headed guards involuntarily fell from the sky; behind Hei Laoqi, dozens of giant apes also screamed as they crashed to the ground; dozens of fierce avian great demons reverted to their true forms, their wings stiffly flapping, their eyes dazed as they plunged straight to the ground.

Hei Laoqi's innate divine ability was directly shattered; the phantom of the great mountain dissipated, his body swaying, his mana rapidly draining, and he was about to collapse unable to stay upright.

Tie Sanhua and Ying Wushuang were no different.

Faced with the surging Buddhist light behind Wu Tie, they felt as if their whole bodies were soaked in molten iron, their limbs in excruciating pain, and an indescribable weakness seeped from their souls, leaving them unable to muster any mana.

Buddhist sect techniques have always granted a damage bonus against all kinds of demons and monsters.

Especially certain Buddhist sect techniques specifically targeting demons, such as the "Heavenly Dragon Zen Light" that Wu Tie is now employing, which was developed based on the legendary Buddhist Eight Heavenly Dragons as a prototype, a specialized offensive method aimed at all kinds of alien beings.

This Heavenly Dragon Zen Light was an essential means for the Scarlet Lotus Temple when conquering the Western Demon Kingdom; Wu Tie, having captured the Laughing Buddha alive on the Three Kingdoms Continent and seized so many Scarlet Lotus Temple disciples, almost extracted all of the temple's secret Buddhist Zen arts.

With Wu Tie's current cultivation and mana, unleashing the Heavenly Dragon Zen Light truly bears the magnificent aura of suppressing all demons and clearing all demonic influences.

Ying Wushuang finally could not help but reveal his true form; under the pressure of the Buddhist light, his stature rapidly shrank, eventually becoming a vulture less than three feet tall, trembling and barely hovering in the air as he struggled and twitched.

"You, you, you, you—you're not bald, how could you possibly know the bald ones' techniques!"

"Yeah, I'm not bald, how would I know a monk's techniques?" Wu Tie laughed, grabbing Ying Wushuang's neck: "That's pure nonsense—look, I have no wings, yet I can fly; what's so strange about that?"

Holding Ying Wushuang's long neck like a dead duck, he shook it hard a few times, and Wu Tie wickedly smiled: "Benefactor, we are fated…… I am lacking a mount for transport, and you look quite divine and sturdy, with considerable flying speed……"

He smirked, shaking his head with a laugh: "I can't learn that shameless manner of those monks; well, let's put it bluntly…… robbery!"

Wu Tie said coldly: "I've heard of some rules of your Western Demon Kingdom: the one with the biggest fist is the boss; whoever wins takes everything from the loser, down to hide and bone, flesh and blood…… This rule is good. Cooperate with me willingly, let me place a restriction to control your life and death, be my mount, serve me for life…… otherwise, death!"

Ying Wushuang suddenly widened his eyes and roared: "Aren't you afraid of my father?"

Wu Tie suddenly clenched his fingers, and instantly Ying Wushuang's neck bones cracked 'crack-crack', almost strangling him to death.

Ying Wushuang's eyes bulged as he struggled madly.

The Buddhist light directly washed over Ying Wushuang's body, burning him until black smoke rolled all over and his skin split, flesh torn.

Ying Wushuang screamed hoarsely, a flicker of terror and despair appearing in his eyes.

Wu Tie tormented him for a while, then suddenly released his grip; Ying Wushuang sucked in a breath, gritted his teeth and shouted hoarsely: "I'd rather die than submit!"

Wu Tie drew his black sword and thrust it at his head: "Then die…… tonight we'll have an extra dish, braised old hen with mushrooms!"

Ying Wushuang saw the black sword thrusting toward him with a suffocating killing intent, his body went rigid, and he screamed hoarsely: "I submit…… I'll be your mount…… but my father won't let you off! The great lord of my avian clan won't let you off!"

The tip of the black sword pressed against Ying Wushuang's skull, and Wu Tie said coldly: "Whether it's your father or your clan's great lord, if they come looking for trouble, I'll slaughter them."

"Slaughter them, and their territory and subordinates will all be mine…… I'm liking your demon race's rules more and more."