Young Noble Be Monster Slaying

Chapter 717: It Won't Happen Again

Boom!

At this moment, the peaceful era that had lasted for thousands of years in the Far West was already gone.

Since neither side used legendary artifacts, the eighth-realm cultivators could at most determine who's stronger, as it was very difficult for eighth-realm cultivators to kill each other. And so, the battle between the allies of the Mount Shu Sect and the demon kings ended up being evenly matched.

Among the Seven Great Demon Kings, Caiyi and Changfeng were the least experienced, and their cultivation powers were considered the weakest.

However, Caiyi’s extraordinary talent allowed her to rise above expectations, making her just as strong as the veteran demon kings who had survived the era of the Demon God. Still, her Great Dao of Myriad Forms, which focused on transformation, made her less effective in combat.

The demon king that was the strongest in combat was the Black Golden Crow, the Demon King of the Desolate Plains. With its wings spread wide and black flames surging, each strike forced multiple masters of the Heavenly Origin to retreat, drawing all attention to its overwhelming power.

However, the humans who had attained the Heavenly Origin were incredibly powerful. Each of them was a force to be reckoned with. Among them, Zhao Liuting, the Heavenly Strategist of the Celestial King Sect, and Yan Dahu, from the Great Astral Sect stood out the most. Like an unstoppable pair of fists, they charged into the ranks of the demon kings, striking left and right without meeting any worthy challengers.

Most notably, Venerable Wen Yuan, positioned at the center, controlled the battlefield with the Great Dao of Primordial Chaos. His precise maneuvers often resulted in one of the more powerful demon kings being surrounded by two or three human cultivators. The demons were constantly in danger.

Such chaotic battles among masters of the Heavenly Origin occurred only once in centuries, and wherever they happened, it was pure misfortune for whoever lived there. After just a few exchanges, none of the eighth-realm Eminent Ones had been injured, but the demon territories below were utterly devastated—leveled at best or reduced to rubble entirely.

Large numbers of demonic creatures began fleeing in all directions, scattering in chaos. Among them were many demons from the Verdant Foxhills, and some even disguised themselves among humans.

Watching her centuries of effort reduced to ruins, Caiyi felt as though her heart was being torn apart. Yet, this was exactly what Venerable Wen Yuan had intended, and she was powerless to stop it.

Di Nufeng, well aware of her own capabilities, didn’t join the chaos in the sky at the start of the battle. Instead, she charged directly into the horde of demons below.

The divine envoys fleeing from the temple met her head-on and were instantly struck down. Empowered by the divine Samadhi True Fire, she annihilated them almost entirely with just a few punches and kicks.

Di Nufeng’s combat style was highly aggressive and extreme. Though she would be helpless against powerful eighth-realm cultivators who could counter her techniques, she unleashed her chaotic attacks with devastating effect on seventh-realm cultivators and below, who had no means of defending against her.

With that relentless series of attacks, she fought her way into the temple below.

By now, there were no more divine envoys inside—only a massive purple serpent remained, barely clinging to life as it struggled to heal itself within an illusion.

"Heh?" Di Nufeng's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Looks like I've found a big one!"

The massive serpent was none other than Changfeng, who was desperately battling against Daoist Cangsheng’s divine skill. As Di Nufeng barged in, he sensed her presence and forcibly broke free from the illusion. However, the moment he got out of the illusion, the torment of the Great Dao of Infinity struck him again. His soul was wracked with unbearable pain, both inside and out, leaving him in utter agony.

Di Nufeng was never one to concern herself with whether she was exploiting a demon’s misfortune. In fact, her strategy for years had been to target the old, weak, sick, and injured, mercilessly unleashing her full fury on anyone who seemed defenseless. At this moment, Changfeng had lost a significant portion of his life force, so he fit all four categories perfectly.

If the other demon kings were to return and heal his injuries, replenishing his lost lifespan, Di Nufeng would certainly stand no chance against him. But for now, there was no one to save him.

When the serpent leaves the mountain, it’s at the mercy of phoenix[1].

Bam!

In an instant, the Samadhi True Fire erupted as Di Nufeng's fist struck the critical point of the massive serpent.

The resounding blow sent tremors through Changfeng's entire body, forcing a thunderous roar of fury from him. “AAAAARGH!

Changfeng unleashed an attack with the Great Dao of Severed Breath, sending a gust of powerful Bifeng into Di Nufeng. The moment it struck, she was overwhelmed by a sense of impending doom, as though death was closing in. Yet, with a swift adjustment, she channeled the Samadhi True Fire through her body, instantly purging the invading Bifeng.

This fight ultimately hinged on the strength of their cultivation energy. Under normal circumstances, Changfeng would have held the upper hand. However, in his weakened state, he was no match for Di Nufeng’s relentless and ruthless assault. She fully exploited his vulnerability!

Bam!

Changefeng attempted to rise and flee, but Di Nufeng threw another punch, violently slamming him back to the ground.

Changfeng fought back. His relentless counterattacks were accompanied by a fierce, chilling wind howled through the air as they struck Di Nufeng.

Di Nufeng’s meridians took a heavy hit, and blood trickled from the corner of her lips. Nevertheless, as a physical cultivator at the Dao Attainment Realm, her corporeal body was strong and tough. She endured Changfeng’s attacks and struck again with another powerful punch!

Bam!

With three crushing punches, Di Nufeng left Changfeng completely defeated. He lay motionless, and his Dao essence was barely holding together.

With Changfeng’s cultivation falling apart, Di Nufeng’s excitement only grew. She swung her arms like hammers, entering her usual pile-driving mode.

Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!

Inside the Demon God Temple, deafening explosions reverberated, accompanied by violet-golden sparks of divine fire scattering through the air. Even the slightest contact with a spark would cause an ordinary demonic beast to burst apart and die instantly.

Only after a long while did the smoke finally begin to clear.

Beneath the Demon God statue, Di Nufeng clutched a scale and lifted the lifeless head of the massive serpent. Her face, smeared with blood, twisted into a menacing grin. “You’ve only got yourselves to blame for messing with my disciple. In your next life, try to be smarter when stirring up trouble. Hee-hee-hee...”

“Chu Liang... We saved Chu Liang and...” Changfeng, struggling for breath, forced out a few words. "He already escaped...”

“Tch,” Di Nufeng scoffed, sneering. “Do you think I’m a three-year-old? I’ll give you one last chance. Tell me where my disciple is, and I’ll spare your life. Otherwise, don’t blame this grandaunt for being ruthless.”

“He... he really did escape...” Changfeng muttered, full of grievance. @@novelbin@@

"Still clinging to your lies!"

Di Nufeng’s pupils narrowed as violet-golden divine fire erupted, instantly engulfing the serpent’s head. In mere moments, the serpent's head was reduced to nothing, leaving behind only a massive headless snake body that twisted and turned in pain.

After slaying the eighth-realm Demon King of the Great Marshlands, Di Nufeng staggered back a few steps. Leaning against the temple wall, she let out a long, relieved breath.

Though she had fought Changfeng when he had been in a vulnerable state, this was undeniably one of the most dangerous fights of her life. What seemed like an easy win could have easily ended in defeat if Changfeng had gained the slightest advantage.

If Changfeng’s remaining cultivation energy had been just ten percent stronger, her divine fire might not have been enough to suppress his Bifeng. Before she could incinerate his body, the Bifeng would have already torn through her internal organs.

The difference was simply that one had internal injuries while the other had external wounds. This made Di Nufeng's injuries less noticeable, but in reality, she was in just as dangerous a situation as Changfeng had been a moment ago, teetering on the edge of life and death.

Now that she had calmed down to evaluate her condition, she realized that her Sea of Qi, Dantian, and even her soul and internal organs had sustained severe damage. Injuries of this severity were rare, even in her nearly a hundred years of traversing the martial world.

Still, she had managed to slay a powerful eighth-realm demon king—a feat even Venerable Wen Yuan had not accomplished. From now on, who in Mount Shu would dare to look down on her? As for that old man Wang Xuanling, he wouldn’t even be worthy of sitting at the same table as her anymore. If she took the main seat, he’d have to settle for eating at the disciples’ table.

At this thought, Di Nufeng's lips curled into a smug grin, and her signature laughter echoed once more through the temple. "Hee-hee-hee..."

Just then, she felt the Circle of Immortal Friends Token in her pouch vibrating furiously. She hadn’t noticed it during the battle, but now she pulled it out and scanned it with her divine sense, only to find a flood of new messages.

The messages read:

Diabolical cultivators attacked Red Cotton Peak but caused almost no damage. Chu Liang returned to Mount Shu, wielding the Violet and Azure Twin Swords, and killed the master of the Northern Abyss Hall of the diabolical sect. The leader of the Dark King Sect appeared but was driven away by the awakened Baize...

Di Nufeng couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, “Oh, so it’s true.”

She glanced at the remains of the serpent and hesitated for a moment. Then she murmured, “Sorry for blaming you wrongly. It won’t happen again.”

1. This is referencing a phrase 虎落平阳被犬欺 (hǔ luò píng yáng bèi quǎn qī), which translates to “A tiger down on the plains is bullied by dogs.” This means that when the tables turn, even the strong can be oppressed by the weak. ☜