Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 400: Chapter 398: A Fierce Battle with the White Swan Demon Emperor

“He doesn’t seem to care about us at all.”

Miao Qinghui sighed and looked aside, showing a resigned smile.

Tong Xin’chuan mobilized the spiritual energy into the Imperial Demon Gold Arrow, and for once, he also smiled faintly, “It seems so.”

Insane! They were all insane!

Yu Chao’an’s gaze swept back and forth over his brothers’ and sisters’ faces, and with his intelligence, he thought that if Golden Body had intentionally revealed their presence, making the Demon Emperor react prematurely, it would be almost the same as deliberately trying to kill them.

Yet these two were not angry at all, but even smiled.

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Absolutely ludicrous.

Just as streaks of radiance began to emerge over the golden arrow in Tong Xin’chuan’s hand, the Golden Body Dharma Identity finally made a move. A dark golden dragon swiftly sprang out and lightly touched his shoulder with the tip of its tail.

“…”

Even Tong Xin’chuan couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

Even if Shen Yi needed to win the trust of the Demon Emperor, it shouldn’t come at the cost of their own heads, should it?

He hesitated for a moment but still put down the golden arrow.

This subtle movement confused not only Yu Chao’an but also Miao Qinghui.

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Tong Xin’chuan was known for his ruthlessness, and he was possibly the most estranged towards their master among those on Wutong Mountain. Before the incident at Thousand Demon Cave, their fellow disciples even thought that even if they died in front of him, he would handle it in the most rational way possible.

Even if his ruthlessness was a façade, could his natural distrust also be staged?

How could such a person trust his life in the hands of another?

“Hmph.”

Tong Xin’chuan put away the golden arrow and silently looked forward.

The once bright red robe he wore represented his unrivaled pride.

As an Array Master, he had a mind far superior to other rash cultivators.

Therefore, if Shen Yi was more accomplished in Formation arts, his mind must also be sharper, and his actions more thorough.

When things are incomprehensible, it’s worth considering if the problem lies with oneself.

Reflect! And reflect again!

Gazing at the ferocious white horse standing in the distance against the sky, Tong Xin’chuan’s face twitched ever so slightly. He had reflected many times, but still couldn’t understand where the issue lay.

If he thought about it any further, his life would be at risk.

“Brother, I always thought your composure was an act, but I didn’t expect you to remain so calm even in front of the White Swan Demon Emperor…” Yu Chao’an apologized to Tong Xin’chuan embarrassedly.

“Don’t hold back. Tell us what to do now. We’ll follow your lead.”

“I…”

Tong Xin’chuan cleared his throat.

With his Cultivation at the Transcendent Spirit Late Stage, he could feel the white horse’s overwhelming presence even more.

It was, in fact, much more formidable than rumored!

“Why… why is it you all…”

On the distant side of the sky, the originally stately white horse now sported a ferocious gash running from head to tail.

The crimson flesh and pulsating organs could not heal under the cloak of Thunder Plasma.

But compared to these wounds…

The truly horrifying part was on top of its head.

It had forced a massive red pill into its skull, with a dense web of blood vessels emerging from within, along with accumulating rotting flesh, which seemed to merge with the red pill.

All of its blood essence was rushing into that red pill.

The White Swan Demon Emperor seemed to be in a state of rage: “Where is Nie Jun? Why have you come instead?”

It didn’t understand.

After that fateful encounter years ago, it had been studying Nie Jun, which included his methods and his character.

However, there had been a qualitative leap in his abilities.

That was tolerable, after all, human cultivators with innate genius, whose boundaries were constantly evolving, could be accepted.

But how could his character be mistaken?

That killer, once he made his move, how could he let go of it so easily.

After slaughtering the lion, he would certainly come to finish the job.

That’s why the White Swan Demon Emperor did not rush back to Thousand Demon Cave. It was waiting for an opportunity that comes once in a thousand years.

Everyone believed it to be gravely injured.

All the more so for the conceited Nie Jun.

When he let down his guard, it would use ten thousand years of its lifespan to settle this years-long grudge.

But…

“Why is it you that have come! Even you trash dare to covet this Emperor’s life?!” The White Swan Demon Emperor let out a long neigh, clearly not understanding. It wanted the world to remember the terror of Thousand Demon Cave.

Yet even it was underestimated to such an extent.

“It seems it doesn’t hold us in high regard.” Amid the long neighs, Yu Chao’an felt a dryness in his mouth: “It even called you guys trash.”

“Isn’t it the truth?” Tong Xin’chuan’s expression remained unchanged. Whether one is considered useless depends on the comparison. In front of this white horse, there weren’t many in the world who could stand tall and speak frankly.

“Then what are you waiting for? Shoot it!” Yu Chao’an pinched out a spell, summoning several golden armored strongmen and preparing to run away at a moment’s notice.

“Hmph.” Tong Xin’chuan glanced at the still Golden Body Dharma Identity below, his palm trembling slightly before finally looking up at the sky.

If he couldn’t find an explanation, he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.

In the vast white canopy of the sky, a purple and white rainbow stretched from one end to the other.

Within it, there seemed to be flickering figures.

In just a moment of distraction,

That elusive figure silently appeared in the midst of the scene.

Seeing the figure in the gold-embroidered black robe, Miao Qinghui instinctively relaxed.

The opposite was true for Tong Xin’chuan.

Seeing Shen Yi dressed not as he had guessed, as a lion but instead in this attire, he paused for a moment. Could it be that the other party wasn’t trying to win the trust of the Demon Emperor?

What was this strategy then?

“So it was you who gave them confidence?” The White Swan Demon Emperor fell silent for a moment before suddenly starting to laugh helplessly: “I know who you are. What kind of Formation have you laid down this time? Do you think I, like the Golden Wing, can be trapped by your Formation?”

“Hiss.”

Upon hearing this, Tong Xin’chuan’s expression slightly darkened.

As an Array Master himself, he knew all too well how troublesome it was for a formation setter to have the enemy scout out information in advance.

As expected, Bai Hong looked indifferently around, his black pupils flickering uncertainly.

A moment later, he looked puzzled.

He had not sensed the existence of any formations.

“…”

Shen Yi glanced at Bai Hong, his gaze lingering on the cinnabar mark on the other’s forehead.

He then subtly waved his hand.

With that slight movement, the spiritual energy in the sky suddenly became restless.

Before everyone’s eyes, everything began to distort.

Within a few breaths, the sky turned a ferocious crimson, as if a scroll was slowly unfolding.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The deep and resonant roars that sounded like a grand bell completely rose up, deafening and chilling to the bone.

Nine fearsome pairs of eyes overlooked the earth, as if an ancient evil was awakening.

Their momentum was soaring, filled with an intense murderous aura.

As the massive and domineering demonic body rolled, the crimson waves of blood on the cushion took on a seated human form, seeming to transform the world.

“What are you looking for?”

Shen Yi looked down at Bai Hong and slowly opened his palm.

“…”

The white horse tapped its hooves restlessly and looked up at the sky in shock and rage.

“Is this a Dao Palace?”

Miao Qinghui looked up in astonishment, the mystical tower in her hand trembling slightly.

“It should be.”

Yu Chao’an swallowed, having only seen the Purple Sky Divine Thunder Sword Palace himself before. Perhaps it was normal for a Dao Palace to have such surging demonic power?

But just looking at this vast demonic palace that stretched for three hundred yards, it was evident that it was no less formidable than what Nie Shixiong could muster.

Was this the Shen Yi they had seen last time in the Thousand Demon Cave?

Tong Xin’chuan clenched his hand. It turned out that the other was not just any Array Master… In front of this terrifying Dao Palace, the formation from last time might have been nothing more than a minor trick that Shen Yi casually picked up.

At that moment, they suddenly heard a roar.

The white horse stared blankly at Shen Yi’s palm, within which a black streamer slowly formed into a strangely-shaped Youwei Spear.

“You… you’ve already killed that lion?”

It asked subconsciously but received no response. In the calm eyes of the black-robed youth, Bai Hong suddenly recognized a familiar flavor.

When he had slain the Thousand-Foot Demon Emperor, the lion had the same tranquil golden eyes.

The two faces slowly overlapped in the white horse’s mind.

Finally, it turned into a shrill roar, “It’s you! It’s you! It was all you!”

Listening to the clamor in his ears,

Shen Yi remained composed as the Youwei Spear in his palm shot straight up into the air.

As the figure on the cushion raised a hand,

The Nine-headed Immortal Demon all opened their mouths at once, spewing out blood that was like a long river, all converging onto the Youwei Spear.

The first form of the spell,

Thousands of Demons in Worship.

The Youwei Spear slowly lowered its sharp end, aiming at the White Swan Demon Emperor.

The deep voice suddenly rang next to the fierce white horse’s ears,

“Seeing the true self, why do you not bow.”

As if oppressed by bloodline, it was forced to kneel.

In a panic, it looked around, only to find the voice seemingly audible only to itself.

“Play god and trick the devil, die for this Emperor!”

Under the extreme terror, Bai Hong suddenly charged towards the figure in the sky.

It had spent years studying before finding a way to use the treasure pill left by the Nanyang Sect with its demon body.

It was meant for Nie Jun, and even if the other could release the sixth sword, he would not escape a tragic death.

With the help of this treasure pill, it didn’t believe that the lion could stir up much trouble.

In an instant,

The Youwei Spear, wrapped in the blood sea demonic power, shot out explosively!

With it, the entire sky seemed to collapse downwards, oppressively heavy to the point of suffocation.

The spear tip pierced the cinnabar mark on the white horse’s forehead.

Bai Hong’s mighty demonic power and the blood essence from his lifespan burst forth!

However, in front of the vast blood river and the slowly descending crimson drape of the sky, they seemed like a small stream entering the ocean, a pebble standing shoulder to shoulder with a mountain.

The spiritual energy of the five viscera within three thousand three hundred miles was completely drained.

Crack—

Suddenly, fine cracks appeared across the cinnabar, and the spear tip inch by inch penetrated Bai Hong’s skull.

It forcefully pushed the aggressively charging demonic body back down to the earth.

The white horse’s front knees shattered, its legs bending uncontrollably as it knelt to the ground. The Youwei Spear ran through it from end to end, nailing it firmly to the ground.

With its head drooping, the fog in its black pupils dispersed with the wind, leaving only deep eye sockets.

Shen Yi reached out with his palm, and the Youwei Spear turned into a streak of light, taking the white horse’s corpse back and falling into the Storage Bag.

“…”

Lady Qinghua glanced indifferently at the Cultivators.

As her master turned into a purple and white rainbow and left, she too transformed into a dark golden streak of light and followed.

Mutterings of schemes and formations,

It was simply meant to keep you from moving, nothing so complex. These Cultivators are really strange.

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