Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 733 - 91: It Won’t Happen Next Time [Request for Monthly Tickets!]_1

Chapter 733: Chapter 91: It Won’t Happen Next Time [Request for Monthly Tickets!]_1

Boom——

The tranquility that had lasted for thousands of years in the Far West Land was now gone.

Without the involvement of Divine Artifacts on either side, the Eighth Realm cultivators might determine who is stronger, but it would be difficult to cause a kill. Therefore, the battle between the Shu Mountain Alliance and the Demonic Kings was more or less at a standstill.

Among the seven Great Demon Kings, Cai Yi and Changfeng were the least experienced and would logically be the weakest. But with Cai Yi’s unconventional talents, she quickly rose above the rest, proving her combat strength was no less potent than the other veteran Demon Kings who had lived through the era of the Demon God.

However, she focused on transformations through her Daoist Master Wanxiang, which did not lend itself to direct combat. Among all the Demon Kings, the Wilderness Demon King, Black Gold Crow, was the strongest in head-to-head confrontations. Its wings took to the sky, setting off intense black flames. Each of its strikes would send several Tianyuan cultivators scurrying for cover, quite the spectacle it was.

However, the Tianyuan of the Human Clan were incredibly strong, and everyone who came could hold their ground. Especially the fierce duo of Zhao Liuting of the Heavenly Strategy Position and Yan Dahu of the Heavenly Gang Sect. Like a heavy fist on both flanks, they barged into the crowd of Demon Kings, striking with great force from left to right, peerless in their might.

Most notably, Master Wen Yuan held the central command post, shifting Qiankun with his Hongmeng Avenue, would create a scene where a single Demon King would be bombarded by two or three Human Clan cultivators from time to time, fraught with danger.

Such chaos among the Tianyuan cultivators would not occur more than once in a few hundred years, and wherever it happens, it is nothing but misfortune. Only a few rounds of exchanges had taken place, and while the multitude of powerful cultivators remained unscathed, the territories of the Demonic Clan below were utterly destroyed, reduced to flat plains at best. They were turned into shattered soil!

Throngs of demonic creatures began to flee, scattering and escaping in all directions, especially the demons from Qingqiu, many of whom were humans. While watching all her centuries of hard work go down the drain, Cai Yi felt as if a knife were twisting in her heart. However, this was precisely what Master Wen Yuan aimed for, and she could do nothing but despair.

Empress Feng had a crystal-clear understanding of her strength. She did not participate in the turmoil in the sky at the beginning of the battle. Instead, she plunged straight into the crowd of demons below.

The divine envoys who had fled from the temple were greeted with her punches the moment they ran into her. With the reinforcement of the Samadhi Divine Fire, a flurry of punches and kicks almost wiped out the group of divine envoys.

Empress Feng’s combat methods were quite extreme. Faced with Eighth Realm cultivators who could suppress her, she would be helpless. However, facing opponents below the Wen Dao Realm who couldn’t suppress her was a massacre.

After a series of assaults, she had already fought her way into the temple below.

By now, there were no divine envoys here, only a large purple python barely clinging to life, attempting to heal its wounds in an illusion field.

"Heh?" Empress Feng’s eyes lit up. "I’ve run into a big one!"

The giant python was Changfeng, who was resisting Daoist Cang Sheng’s divine skills. Sensing Empress Feng’s intrusion, he detached from the illusion field. But as soon as he detached, he was once again tormented by Daoist Wu Ya’s power, causing profound suffering to his godly soul.

Yet, Empress Feng did not care whether it was right to take advantage of an opponent’s weakness. On the contrary, she specialized in taking down the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. She was unable to suppress her aggression whenever she encountered submissive people. At this moment, Changfeng, who had lost a significant amount of lifespan, was thoroughly weakened.

If the other Demon Kings returned to heal his wounds and compensate for his lost lifespan, then Empress Feng would surely be no match for him. But unfortunately, no one could save him now.

A python, when grounded, is bullied by a phoenix!

Boom——

The Samadhi Divine Fire flared up in an instant, and Empress Feng’s fist had landed on the vital spot of Changfeng’s python body. With a thunderous punch, his body trembled, and he roared in pain: "Roar——".

The Eighth Realm’s Dao of Eradication was unleashed, and a burst of powerful Bi wind surged from within Empress Feng, making her feel an imminent crisis of life and death. But with a brief suppression, the Samadhi Divine Fire coursed through her body and dispelled the Bi wind attacking her internal organs.

This confrontation tested the two’s cultivation strength. Changfeng should have the advantage, but he was utterly worn out now, and Empress Feng was resolute to seize this opportunity of his weakness to slay him!

Boom!

With another punch, the python body that had just tried to flee into the sky was brutally smacked to the ground by her.

Changfeng’s counterattack never ceased, the intense Yin wind howling, Empress Feng’s meridians also severely hit, blood had already spilled from the corners of her mouth. However, she was after all a Body Cultivator on the Wen Dao path, her Dharma Body strong and robust, rigidly withstanding the pressure of Changfeng’s Divine Skills, then followed by another punch!

Bang!

Empress Feng’s triple punches have utterly battered Changfeng, making further quivering impossible, even his Daoist Rite was on the verge of being shattered.

Seeing his Daoist cultivation being beaten into disintegration, Empress Feng became even more spirited, her arms swung into familiar punching pattern.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—

Within the God’s Temple, a continuous stream of explosion sounds echoed, accompanied by the Purple Gold Divine Fire splattering out, which could cause ordinary demon beasts to burst into flames and die from just a touch.

After a while, the smoke finally settled.

Under the God’s statue, Empress Feng held up the limp, massive python head by its scales, her face smeared with blood that belonged to who knows whom, and she laughed wildly: "It’s your fault for messing with my disciple, remember to be a more visible demon in your next life, hehehehe..."

"Chu Liang...Chu Liang was saved by us, and..." At this point, Changfeng was struggling even to breathe, managing to utter a few words: "He has already escaped..."

"Tch." Empress Feng scoffed with a sneer, "Do you think I’m a three-year-old child? I give you a final opportunity, tell me where my disciple is, and I can spare your life. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

"He...he really escaped..." Changfeng exclaimed with grievance.

"Still stubborn!"

Empress Feng pupils shrank, the Purple Gold Divine Fire ignited instantly, enveloping and consuming Changfeng’s python head, which evaporated into nothingness in a flash. Only a giant headless python body was left, struggling in vain.

Killing this Eighth Realm’s Great Lake Demon King, Empress Feng couldn’t help but retreat a few steps, leaning against the wall of the Demon Divine Temple, and took a deep breath.

Although she took advantage of the demon’s weakness, the battle just now was one of the few dangerous battles in her career. It looked easy, but Changfeng was just a hair’s breadth away from a comeback kill.

Had he retained just ten percent more of his cultivation, then Empress Feng’s Divine Fire might not have been able to suppress his Yin wind, and he would have shattered her organs with his Yin wind before her Divine Fire could incinerate his demon body.

One was hurt inside, and one outside, so it didn’t look very obvious, but both she and Changfeng were in the extremes of life and death.

Now when she calmed down and felt it, she realized that her Qi Sea, Dantian, Godly Soul, and internal organs had all been severely damaged. This kind of injury was something she had rarely encountered in her nearly hundred years of traversing the martial world.

At least she had killed an Eighth Realm’s Great Demon King, a feat even Master Wen Yuan had never accomplished. Who among the denizens of Shu Mountain would dare not look up to her in admiration from now on? That old lad Wang Xuan Ling won’t even have the qualification to dine on the same table with her. In the future, whenever she would sit in the master’s position, he would have to go to the disciple’s table.

Having come to this point, Empress Feng couldn’t help but smirk again; the temple once again echoed with her hehehe laughter.

At that moment, she felt the Immortal Friends Circle Token in her bosom vibrating uncontrollably. She hadn’t noticed it during the battle, but now she took out the Immortal Friends Circle and scanned it with her Divine Sense, seeing the new information that was flooding the screen.

A demonic cultivator attacked Red Cotton Peak but barely caused any heavy damage. Chu Liang returned to Shu Mountain, killing the Demon Sect’s Beiming Palace Master with the Purple Green Double Swords, and the Underworld King Sect Master made an appearance but was repelled by the awakened Baize...

Empress Feng couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, "Ah, it’s really true."

"Hmm..." Looking back at the remaining python body across from her, Empress Feng fell silent, whispering: "Sorry, I wronged you. It won’t happen next time."