Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 306: Chapter 304: Realm Suppression_1

Demon Emperor Qinglin gripped the spearhead, pressing it down little by little.

This was the treasure of the Old Jiaolong of You Wei.

Always nourished by the heavens and earth’s Spiritual Root and tempered by the cleansing of gentle water currents, it was imbued with the power of divine thunder.

Its palms had been blasted to pieces, and the remaining finger bones were scorched black.

But, after all, it was a Demon Emperor comparable to a Cultivator at the Transcendent Spirit Middle Stage.

“Roar!”

In its furious roar, the Youwei Spear was finally pressed down, sparing most of its head.

The Golden Body, having lost both arms, leaped headlong from high above, crushing down hard upon it.@@novelbin@@

The massive footfall thundered down, causing the entire body of Demon Emperor Qinglin to buckle, and it slowly raised its head, glaring coldly at the Golden Body Dharma Identity above, “You’re seeking death…”

Before the words had finished, Tang Yuan had once again activated a spell.

He was a disciple of Qingfeng Zhenren and had learned the treasured techniques of Wutong Mountain.

He was a true genius.

Fierce flames formed into chains, descending from the sky, quickly binding all four limbs of Demon King Qinglin.

“Want to tear me apart? Today, Tang here will tear you, this abominable beast, first!”

Accompanied by his furious bellow, the four chains instantly pulled taut, stretching Demon Emperor Qinglin into a “big” shape.

Tang Yuan waved his hand, and a glowing sword appeared in his palm.

Gripping the hilt tightly, he thrust ruthlessly towards the face of Demon Emperor Qinglin!

Just as the blade was about to touch that ghastly face.

Suddenly, a healthy flush spread across the face of Demon Emperor Qinglin, and even the corners of its eyes began to bleed.

The disheveled feathers of its garment burst into a cyan light, and in the blink of an eye, they were restored to new, each feather sharp as a blade, then all shot out explosively!

First, they shattered the weapon in Tang Yuan’s hand, then a dense swarm of feathers pierced straight through his body.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Numerous bloody holes instantly appeared on Tang Yun’s body, the blood plasma evaporating in the scorching waves, turning into wisps of white mist.

He staggered and fell to his knees.

Six red lights spilled from the wounds, reshaping into lotus seeds scattered on the ground before dimming.

The fate of the Golden Body Dharma Identity was not much better.

It, too, was shattered by the feathers.

Pieces of the broken Golden Body fell off, dissolving into the formless Incense Willpower and fading away.

The entire body collapsed by half, barely able to maintain standing with great difficulty.

When the chasm between realms is this terrifying, it is very difficult to bridge with any treasures.

In the whole world, the only things that remained as they were previously were two figures.

Shen Yi, holding a long spear, had a faint light shimmering among the black scales on his right arm, keeping all the feathers at bay.

The reason for his indifference to this horrifying method was very simple.

It was a matter of realm crushing.

Only, it wasn’t Shen Yi himself who was crushing Demon Emperor Qinglin but that long spear.

It was a living being, part of Youwei Demon Emperor.

And at this moment, Shen Yi had become a part of this tail bone.

Even as time passed, Demon Emperor Qinglin realized that it could no longer shake the long spear in the slightest, even if it exhausted its source blood and all its strength!

In shock, it looked back.

Only to see the lower jaw of the handsome young man’s face completely covered by black scales, and those eyes billowing with red mist looked exceedingly ferocious.

Had it been dealing with a Primordial Grandmaster or really battling with Sixteenth Master?

“Shen… fellow Daoist?”

Tang Yuan lifted his head in fear, also feeling that overwhelming demonic power.

He truly did not know if the other could still be considered a Cultivator.

Shen Yi once again moved, suddenly pulling out the long spear and sweeping it across powerfully. The spear, like a Jiaolong, made a snap sound as it shattered half of Demon Emperor Qinglin’s body.

“Pfft!”

Demon Emperor Qinglin was smashed and sent flying like a plucked chicken.

Beautiful blood-stained feathers scattered across the sky.

It hadn’t touched the ground yet when the young warrior audaciously leapt down from the air, and with a piercing thrust, his sharp spear tip impaled its left shoulder.

“Aaah!!”

With a blood-curdling scream, the Demon Emperor Qinglin hesitated not a moment to tear off his entire shoulder along with the left arm!

Then, his right arm transformed into a slender wing, and he furiously soared into the sky.

He was no match for the Youwei Demon Emperor, and even a single bone from its tail could easily claim his life.

Yet he still couldn’t understand, if the Youwei Spear was in command, why was it relentlessly attacking him?!

Couldn’t it see the group of cultivators below?

Could it be that a mere Primordial Grandmaster could defy the heavens and take control of the Youwei Spear?

“If you seek death, do not drag me with you.”

The enraged Demon Emperor Qinglin cursed and without looking back, attempted to flee back to Thousand Demon Cave.

With its speed, it was impossible for this group of people to keep him there.

This was also why, no matter what injuries it had sustained earlier, it still remained calm and composed.

At that moment, in an unnoticed corner,

Under the protection of several Great Qian Grandmasters, Xu Wanyun held A’qing in her arms as the latter, struggling to keep her eyes open, trembled while fiddling with an Array Plate.

Countless phantasms burst forth, attaching themselves onto the body of the Qinglin Ghost-Faced Hawk, frenziedly gnawing away at its Divine Soul.

Hundred Ghosts Spirit Stabilizing Formation!

The vision of the Demon Emperor Qinglin blurred for an instant and when he regained clarity, all he saw was a spear tip glowing with a ghostly light and the indifferent face of the one holding the spear.

The straight shaft of the spear entered through the top of the Demon Emperor Qinglin’s head, impaling his entire body.

The formidable Demon Emperor, famous far and wide, now revealed his true form on the spear, with his sole remaining wing hanging powerlessly and his azure feathers losing their luster.

Shen Yi held the spear slantwise, purple flames accompanying him, with his arm covered in black scales, the demonic aura emanating from him in no way inferior to that of the Qinglin Ghost-Faced Hawk.

It was as if the new emperor of Thousand Demon Cave had been born.

Tang Yuan struggled to rise and stumbled behind the Golden Body Dharma Identity, whispering, “Has he turned into a demon?”

Qinghua glanced at him and with her lowering gaze…

Kicked him out with her broken leg.

“Auntie…”

A’Qing’s voice was as faint as a dying breath, akin to a severely injured kitten, “Take us home.”

Xu Wanyun embraced her niece, her eyes brimming with tears, “You… you all?”

She was horrified as she looked up into the sky. Was she really expected to bring such a terrifying existence back to the Xu Family?

Suddenly finding her sleeve gently tugged by A’Qing, she turned her gaze back to see her niece looking up at her pitifully, her eyes filled with longing, and blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Even her voice was weak, almost inaudible like a mosquito’s buzz, “Auntie, home.”

Xu Wanyun’s heart trembled for a moment, “Okay.”

As her words fell, the figure in the sky slowly descended.

Shen Yi looked towards the group.

Before the two women could react, several Great Qian Grandmasters already felt somewhat suffocated. Trying to ingratiate themselves seemed wrong, and being on guard seemed just as inappropriate; they stood frozen in place for a moment.

“Let me through.”

Shen Yi made his way through the crowd towards A’Qing, reaching out his hand to her.

A’Qing, who had just been barely able to speak, quickly searched herself, quickly retrieving a handful of dark green fruit.

It was precisely when collecting these fruits that she had been injured by Old Jiaolong’s roar.

“Here, Big Brother Shen.”

“Spit out the blood, don’t scare her for no reason.”

Shen Yi took the fruit, casting an exasperated glance at the girl.

“Okay.”

A’Qing obediently spat out the blood in her mouth. She was indeed severely injured, but not to the brink of death.

The next moment, Xu Wanyun suddenly pinched her niece’s face, furiously admonishing, “I told you to play dead! Even deceiving your aunt!”

Her annoyance notwithstanding, through Shen Yi’s words, she too had come to a realization,

Under the influence of that sinister spear, Shen Yi had evidently maintained his sanity; there was no sign of being controlled by a demon.

And that was truly terrifying.

For a cultivator, any power that could be controlled was considered part of one’s own strength.

Shen Yi had now reached a level where he could slay the Demon Emperor Qinglin.

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