It whipped its head around to see the handsome young man above and the whip kick crashing down from out of nowhere.
BOOM!!
They stared numbly into the distance at the young man in Profound Armor, who was drenched from head to toe in Immortal Blood.
Lights of every color flashed across it. It was a battle between Golden Core cultivators, and a victor wouldn’t be decided anytime soon.
’Dying is one thing, but to not even leave a whole corpse behind... How bleak.’
He shot back to the cliff’s edge and looked at Xie Yutang and Elder Xu.
Augmented by the sharp weapons, the once-indestructible Immortal Body Bones suddenly seemed much more fragile.
Lin Shu landed on the Cyan Simurgh’s head and brutally stomped it into the bedrock.
He frowned in confusion, his gaze suddenly falling on the corpse’s tightly clenched right fist.
At some point, all the demons had stopped attacking.
That kick alone was enough to secure his place among the Ten Great Demon Generals!
The Cyan Simurgh was enormous, making Lin Shu’s figure seem minuscule in comparison.
Lin Shu flexed his arms slightly, then his fists rained down on the Cyan Simurgh’s skull like a torrential storm.
The Spirit Wind Sword Wheel was a Mid Grade Magical Treasure; its power consumption was double that of the Ink Flood Dragon Sword Bracelet.
But when they looked back at the Moon-Devouring Demon General, the demons couldn’t help but shudder.
His knuckles soon sank into the Cyan Simurgh’s skull.
"Is he... dead already?" Xie Yutang asked, dazed.
It was less a living creature and more a giant stone statue, rapidly crumbling and flaking away under Lin Shu’s fists.
Lin Shu frowned slightly.
Elder Xu winced, suddenly recalling his earlier proposal to spar with Lord Lin on Body Tempering Techniques.
Even as fellow demons, after witnessing what he had just done, they couldn’t help but feel a natural-born fear.
Before, they had to worry about whether their attacks would even hit.
Only when he saw the notification appear did Lin Shu slowly straighten up and retract the Spirit Wind Sword Wheel.
Perhaps due to some past grudge, Bai Hong, who represented the Cloud Dragon Demon Monarch, gradually took over as the main attacker. He lunged forward with increasing ferocity, a hint of desperation in his every move.
If that group of demons from the Great Shun Dynasty ever again suspected there was something wrong with the Moon-Devouring Demon General, these demons would start to suspect that Demon Monarch Hong Ling was the real spy sent by the Immortal Families.
Now, after seeing this terrifying scene, he realized just how much his liege, the Demon General, had been holding back.
"He hasn’t moved in a while, anyway." Qingming Demon General looked away slightly. ’In Magical Combat between Immortals and Demons, one always hopes for a more elegant fight.’
He hadn’t thought much of it when Lord Lin was going easy on him.
But now that the Cyan Simurgh was immobilized, they could simply use their most powerful techniques.
With plenty of Sin Coins in reserve, he could finally use his Magical Treasures without restraint, no longer worried about the Wolf Lord’s Magical Power running dry.
Yu Duchuan hadn’t let go of it, even in death.
’If they keep fighting like this and the Cloud Dragon Demon Monarch falls... even if our side ultimately wins, won’t the Great Shun Dynasty and the Zhao Family be the ones to reap all the benefits?’
Yu Duchuan had reverted to his human form. From the chest up, he was nothing but a mangled pulp of flesh and blood.
It was only because the Moon-Devouring Demon General hadn’t undergone Demon Transformation that he couldn’t use an Immortal Descendant as a resource for cultivation.
"Sss."
Smelling the thick stench of blood on him, the demons who weren’t particularly familiar with Lin Shu all took two steps back, their hearts pounding in their chests.
Half the mountainside fractured and buckled, and the Cyan Simurgh was embedded deep within it.
The man’s methods were ruthless and cruel. He hadn’t treated Yu Duchuan like an Immortal—he hadn’t even treated him like a person.
"..."
It was an exquisite, square Small Seal, quietly emitting a soft glow. It was the Mountain God’s Token.
"Tsk."
’I’d better never provoke one of these Body Tempering Cultivators.’
CRACK! CRACK!
[He who murders and plunders wears a belt of gold; he who builds bridges and mends roads dies without a grave. One mortal body slain. Reward: 760 taels of Sin Coin.]
They had heard plenty of stories about the Moon-Devouring Demon General, but this was the first time they’d seen him fight.
The cyan light grew increasingly frantic, likely because its wielder had sensed Yu Xin’s disappearance and had long since fallen silent.
After a moment of shock, the demons quickly channeled their Demon Power again, unleashing it all at the mountain ridge.
Crushing the hand with his foot, he bent down and picked something up.
He held out his palm. A palm-sized, Sawtooth Sword Wheel glowed with white light, then split in two and attached to his fists like brass knuckles.
He looked up at the sky.
Yet that single, unadorned whip kick sent the behemoth plummeting, crashing heavily onto the mountain ridge.
Lin Shu took the Storage Bag and rummaged through it, finding only a number of elixirs, a longsword-type Magical Treasure, and a few other miscellaneous items he didn’t recognize.
"You two, go inside the pass and wait for me. Keep an eye on Yu Sheng for me."
’There should still be some time.’
The eyes of the other Demon Generals glinted with a strange light.
A shadow swiftly enveloped the peak, followed by a tremor so violent it made everyone stagger.
’Where is it?’
A look of delight flashed in Lin Shu’s eyes. He casually tossed the Mountain God’s Token and Yu Duchuan’s corpse into his Storage Bag.
"Hoo."
Otherwise, after this tribulation was over, he would truly be qualified to vie for the title of Demon Monarch!

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