A bloodcurdling shriek startled the two women in the inn.
Perhaps because Lin Shu always liked to sit quietly behind the counter, he gave people the false impression of being languid and carefree.
Yu Sheng had been staying at the inn for so long that she had almost forgotten what he looked like in a fight.
Now, amid the surging black flames.
She stared blankly at the figure enveloped in the Fierce Demon Armor, suddenly recalling a certain night from long ago.
He had stood tall and straight in the Old Woodshed, facing an Immortal Descendant, despite only having a Qi Cultivation at the time.
His expression was filled with contempt for the Immortal Descendant, and without hesitation, he had swung his palm.
Arrogant and brutal—that was the young man’s true nature.
Such unyielding pride would never allow itself to be trampled upon!
Yu Sheng’s breath hitched, suddenly growing much heavier.
But this time, ’I’m not the one getting beaten. I’m the one being protected.’
"Senior Brother Lin... he’s a Demon General..."
Yan Jin’s back was pressed tightly against the wall of black flame. She had understood what Lin Shu said just now, and the realization made it hard to breathe.
’The things Yu Xin used to threaten everyone... they were all Senior Brother’s doing.’
’That means... Senior Brother Lin is the Moon-Devouring Demon General.’
’The terrifying Great Demon who personally slaughtered every young Immortal Descendant in Shihu City and forced the Vice Generals of the Demon-slaying Bureau to retreat to Yongzhou!’
’Master Yu Sheng has been able to run her business at the inn and keep a firm grip on Shihu City, not because of good luck, but because someone has been secretly eliminating all her troubles.’
’From Yu Qing and Yu Kui to Chen Xiangzhu and Steward Luo.’
’Their deaths weren’t accidents.’
’Yu Duchuan never became the leader of the Yu Family’s younger generation in the Border Region, and was never able to truly threaten Yu Sheng. It wasn’t because his luck was bad.’
’Senior Brother Lin personally severed that proud Immortal Descendant’s path to power!’
As she pieced it all together, Yan Jin was overcome with an even greater terror.
Despite having only just arrived at Yongzhou Pass, Lin Shu had become the invisible hand hanging over Shihu City, controlling everything from start to finish.
He even decided the fates of the Yu Family’s adult Immortal Descendants.
’It’s absolutely terrifying!’
*Tsk.*
Lin Shu flexed his hand, which was so numb he’d almost lost all sensation in it.
His gaze fell upon the figure he had sent flying.
’As expected of an Immortal Descendant,’ he thought. ’Tough as ever.’
’Taking a point-blank Nether Cold Miasma Thunder to the skull and only getting a minor injury...’
Even as he marveled inwardly, his figure had already shot forward again.
His Fierce Lion Burning Blood Technique, at the peak of the Third Grade, had pushed his physical body to the pinnacle of the Core Formation Realm, granting him the power to fight an Immortal Descendant of the same level in close quarters.
"Vile beast! Get back!"
While monstrous waves of shock crashed through the minds of the two women, leaving them frozen in place, Yu Xin had no such luxury.
She had yet to recover from the shock of a mere Foundation Establishment World Traveler Disciple suddenly transforming into a Demon General when she’d been blasted by a Thunder Technique.
Her mind was still ringing and her Magical Power was in disarray, but a scorching gale, thick with the stench of Blood Qi, was already bearing down on her.
*Haaah!*
Yu Xin stared at the dark shadow that had instantly closed the distance, feeling a brutal, oppressive aura wash over her.
Her pupils dilated and her arms trembled. Her body, still crackling with residual Thunder Paste, felt weak.
Ever since becoming Immortal Companions with Yu Qiheng, she had grown used to a pampered, leisurely life in the mountains.
Now, faced with this monster at point-blank range, she was so terrified that she had to struggle to remember how to even engage in Magical Combat.
RUSTLE!
Her bloodline stirred. Long, cyan feathers erupted from her delicate skin, like thousands of impossibly sharp feather-swords.
She shrieked wildly, swinging her arms in a panic, trying to rip the figure before her to shreds.
But the moment she raised her arms, the young man’s powerful fist had already crashed into her face.
CRACK!
Yu Xin’s nose was shattered, shards of bone digging into her flesh. The force of the blow didn’t stop there; with unstoppable momentum, it caved in her cheekbone.
Her once-charming, beautiful face was instantly reduced to a bloody pulp, barely recognizable as human.
The horrifying force of the blow, combined with the searing pain in her face, finally jolted her to her senses.
’Moon-Devouring is no mere upstart Little Demon! Just based on this Body Tempering Technique, which has reached the Transformation Realm, he would be one of the Ten Great Demon Generals under any Demon Monarch!’
"Spirit Wind Sword Wheel..."
The woman staggered backward, crying out the name of her technique.
A brilliant light surged forth, forming a massive, serrated Light Wheel behind her.
But at that exact moment, the fist embedded in her face suddenly unclenched.
A ruthless expression flashed across Lin Shu’s face. His fingertips, sharp as swords and carrying searing Blood Qi, plunged into the woman’s eyes.
SQUELCH!
Like bursting fish bladders, her two eyeballs ruptured into a spray of bloody pulp, leaving nothing but gore-streaked, empty sockets.
Then, he unleashed his already-prepared Taiyin Blood Illumination, aiming it directly at Yu Xin’s Divine Soul!
It was another Immortal Technique at Third Grade Perfection.
And in a one-on-one duel, Lin Shu had no need to conjure a rain of blood to expand its area of effect.
The Red Moon didn’t appear in the sky; instead, it manifested directly within the woman’s mind.
"AHHH!!"
Yu Xin’s Divine Soul trembled violently, interrupting her attempt to channel Magical Power.
She shrieked instinctively. Her once-dignified and noble appearance was gone, replaced by a disheveled, blood-soaked mess.
In that state, her first instinct was to raise her hands to cover her already-ruined eyes.
The potent Light Wheel trembled twice. Without enough Magical Power to sustain it or a master to control it, it couldn’t unleash even a fraction of its true strength. It could only slash forward haphazardly, guided by its own residual spiritual nature.

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