Chapter 321: Uninvited Guest

The center of the small town was packed with experts from all sects, the air thick with clamor from the demon-slaying assembly.

The abbot of Shaolin, clad in plain white monk’s robes and a Buddhist cap, stepped slowly onto the stage, holding a gilded Chanzhang ; when he slammed it hard onto the ground, the entire courtyard’s blue bricks rippled like water.

“Amitabha,” she lowered her white eyebrows, clasped her hands in greeting, and her voice drowned out the roaring crowd:

“Nun Xuanxu thanks all righteous martial heroes for traveling thousands of miles to eradicate evil and defend the Dao.”

She was Shaolin’s abbot, Xuanxu, who entered the Fourth Transformation at sixty; over the years, she had slain dozens, if not hundreds, of demons using the Wrathful King’s Manifestation.

As Xuanxu spoke, the assembled heroes erupted in humble praises and flattery.

By this back-and-forth, Fang Can was nearly yawning, when the Kungtong sect’s abbot finally suggested: “Thank you all for your kindness. Let us now discuss how to assault Cloud Peak.”

Kungtong’s abbot, Guan Weitong, specialized in the Seven Injuries Fist, which injures the enemy seven parts and himself three.

After reaching the Fourth Transformation, he had attained the Indestructible Realm through the legacy of [Shenji Xuanzao].

In response to Kungtong’s proposal, the Emei’s Yuduan Jushi lifted her chin slightly and said:

“Among the Four Demon Kings of the Demon Cult, the Green-Winged Bat King’s [Reverse Light Demon Shadow] is the supreme lightness technique; splitting our forces risks him overwhelming us one by one.”

“Therefore, we must unite as one, advance with righteous might, and utterly annihilate the entire Demon Cult.”

As Yuduan Jushi spoke, the assembled heroes nodded in agreement.

Amid the murmurs of several minor sect leaders, Fang Can clearly heard: “Last month, thirty experts from the Diancang Sect were drained into withered corpses by that demon.”

Just as the crowd spoke, a sharp laugh encircled them from all directions, echoing through the entire assembly.

At that sound, the demon-slaying assembly in the town center fell utterly silent.

The six sect leaders all frowned, for the voice was unmistakably familiar to them.

Following the sound, black lightning wrapped around a figure, darting wildly through the crowd.

Some felt their necks grow slightly damp, as if licked by something unseen.

“Hahahaha, thank you, Yuduan Jushi, for sparing me the trouble of dividing our forces!”

As the voice boomed, a figure wrapped in black robes stood atop the flagpole—a gaunt middle-aged woman.

“Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King!” Yuduan Jushi glared fiercely at the figure: “How dare you come here!”

“Why not dare? You can’t catch me.”

Wei Yixiao sneered: “You gather to plan the destruction of my Holy Cult, yet you can’t even touch my shadow—aren’t you ashamed?”

“Wicked demon, cease your babbling!” A cold snort rang out as a golden palm, every detail sharp, hurtled toward Wei Yixiao from afar.

Xuanxu’s monk robes billowed like clouds; behind her, the Wrathful King’s phantom solidified into tangible form, the gilded Buddha-palm crashing down with thunder and wind.

The flagpole where Wei Yixiao had stood instantly shattered into wood chips; the ground within ten zhang sank into a pit over a zhang deep from the palm’s pressure.

But before impact, Wei Yixiao had already vanished like black lightning to one side.

When all looked again, they saw the Shaolin abbot standing in midair.

Her beautiful figure, draped in Buddhist robes, was encased in a five-meter-tall Wrathful King, its eyes blazing with searing true fire as it fixed on Wei Yixiao.

This was the Shaolin abbot’s Wrathful King Manifestation.

Once activated, a Buddha phantom forms around her; as long as the Buddha remains unbroken, fire and water cannot touch her.

“Oh? Already impatient? Is this the face of the righteous?”

Wei Yixiao sneered: “You claimed you’d surround us—why delay so long? Very well, my Holy Cult awaits you atop Cloud Peak tomorrow. If you dare come.”

As she spoke, Wei Yixiao’s gaze swept the crowd; when it passed Fang Can, her pupils brightened sharply.

The youth, clad in snow-white robes, sat calmly amid the crowd, silver hair flowing like moonlight, faint blue veins along his neck pulsing with each breath—she suddenly felt her mouth go dry.

“What an exquisite blood vessel…” Her tongue pressed against her fangs; her black robes stirred without wind.

His legacy was called [Reverse Light Demon Shadow].

Once activated, black lightning flows around him, compressing his personal time to ignore physical laws—his speed becomes twice that of a normal man, his reaction tenfold!

Combined with his already peerless body technique, no one can match his speed.

But the cost is his lifespan flowing at double speed; his already limited life grows ever shorter.

Fortunately, there is the [Blood-Draining Great Art], which compensates for lost time by absorbing the essence and blood of high-level martial artists.

Seeing Fang Can now, that craving surged again.

“Hahahaha, never expected to find such a beautiful vessel here—let me taste you.”

Before Wei Yixiao’s voice faded, her figure shot toward Fang Can like black lightning, her right hand lunging for the youth’s right shoulder to seize him.

“Wicked scoundrel, bold indeed! Give me your life!” Abbot Xuanxu roared, swinging her golden arm to shatter the air and summon a gale, aiming to grab Wei Yixiao.

But before the Wrathful Bat King, with his tenfold reaction and double speed, the abbot’s attack moved like a snail.

Her form shifted, dodging in a curve as she raced toward the youth.

The next instant, as the woman gazed at the youth’s face so close, her expression froze slightly.

For in her tenfold reaction, she clearly saw the youth slowly lifting his eyelids.

His red pupils, in this nearly frozen time, locked onto her figure.

‘He can see my movements?’

Wei Yixiao’s heart recoiled—then she saw the youth rise slowly from the stone bench, confirming her suspicion.

‘Where the hell did this nameless Fourth Transformation master come from? I’ll curse your father!’

Wei Yixiao cursed inwardly; without knowing his legacy, she dared not meet his strike head-on.

Watching his right fist inch toward her neck like slow motion, she shrank back, twisting her body violently.

Losing control mid-turn, she skidded across the ground, crashed through a wall, then shot like lightning toward Cloud Peak.

“I’ll curse your big tits, kid—you wait! Don’t let me see you again tomorrow!”

Even as she fled, Wei Yixiao kept hurling threats.

All eyes turned to the human-shaped hole in the wall; the crowd seethed with rage.

The demon-slaying assembly was supposed to unite against evil—yet this single demon had strolled through the heroes, taunted them, and escaped—pure humiliation.

“Came here and think you can run? Not so easy!”

Fang Can snorted, leapt lightly with his legs, soaring high into the air before all eyes.

(End of Chapter)