"Hah!"
Feeling that vast, dense aura, the Gray Crow Demon General was suddenly struck with fear and regret.
’Have I been too impulsive?’
Even if Lin Shu was the savior of Seven Stars Mountain, how could they act so recklessly against an Immortal Descendant who had reached the Golden Core Realm?
At the very least, they should have waited for Lord Bi Hai to return to discuss this carefully.
Just as strange looks appeared on the faces of the group of demons, what happened next made them tremble from head to toe.
Perhaps out of pure rage, the Immortal Descendant directly revealed his Immortal Body!
A massive, terrifying creature suddenly appeared amidst the mountain range.
Before it, the solitary peak was suddenly dwarfed into a small mound.
With a piercing cry, the majestic Cyan Simurgh spread its wings and soared into the air. Its gleaming feathers shone like innumerable Immortal Swords, radiating a blinding edge.
Brimming with killing intent, it stirred the curtain of clouds with its powerful wings and slammed them down toward the tiny human figure on the peak.
The Immortal Body was immensely powerful!
It was a gift from the heavens, a favor bestowed upon such creatures. By virtue of this Immortal Body alone, they were born with the power to utterly dominate Cultivators.
CRACK! CRACK!
Before the wings had even fallen, the very mountains began to tremble and crumble, revealing ravines that snaked across the land like long dragons.
The wind howled with the roar of thunder.
If such a powerful and heavy blow landed true, a single strike would be enough to severely injure Practitioners of the Same Realm, leaving them powerless to retaliate.
In an instant, all eyes fell upon that lone, slender figure.
His Flowing Cloud Sword Robe fluttered violently, threatening to be torn apart by the sudden gale, but the body beneath it remained as steady as a mountain.
Lin Shu suddenly raised his arm, his long fingers pressing directly against the descending wing.
The Feathers, capable of shredding a Cultivator’s flesh with ease, left not a single trace on his hand.
The terrifying force of Yu Mingxuan’s blow, powerful enough to shatter mountains, vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea the moment that palm made contact.
"Wait, that force didn’t just disappear!"
The many Demon Generals watched this bizarre scene, the sound around them abruptly ceasing as if the world had gone silent.
But in the next instant, a sharp, mournful cry shattered the dead silence.
"SCREEE!!"
Yu Mingxuan’s massive body was suddenly flung backward. Muffled explosions echoed from within as the violent force rampaged through his Immortal Body, bursting through his flesh from the inside out.
A head-on collision was the simplest, most brutish tactic, capable of yielding decisive results in a short time.
Unfortunately for him, he clearly wasn’t tough enough.
An Immortal Body, while formidable, was not enough to ignore a disparity in Realm.
His Demon Lion Suppressing Treasure Body at Sixth-Grade Perfection had already propelled Lin Shu to an entirely new level.
"Mid-stage Golden Core?!"
Yu Mingxuan endured the excruciating pain, his eyes seeming to split with rage as he let out a cry of disbelief.
This disciple, whom he had viewed as a lowly ant he could crush at any moment, was not only a Demon Monarch but also possessed a Realm far surpassing his own.
’How is this possible... In a barren place like Yongzhou Pass, where could he have found the resources to achieve such a profound Cultivation!’
"Hoo."
Lin Shu glanced at the few blood-stained feathers in his hand.
’If I were a conventional Cultivator, I would have already unleashed a barrage of Formulas.’
’But for a Body Tempering Cultivator, the massive size difference makes Magical Combat rather tricky.’
Fortunately, nourished by both Karma Fire Gold Essence and Sin Coins, his Demon Lion Suppressing Treasure Body was far from an ordinary Body Tempering Immortal Technique.
He clenched his fist lightly, shattering the long Cyan Feathers.
A vast, majestic Qi and Blood Power swept out, making the mountains scorch and the air turn dry, as if roasted by a furnace.
The crystalline, bloody skeletal silhouette formed once again.
Unlike the faint outline that had previously filled the sky, this time it was only a few hundred feet tall, yet it was as solid as if real. Ghostly faces were vividly etched upon it, radiating a terrifying, soul-stealing aura.
With the skeleton formed, a vast ocean of crimson Qi and Blood Power swiftly enveloped it, becoming its flesh and blood.
In the span of a breath, a headless, half-torsoed behemoth now hung in the air.
It abruptly shot out its arms, its hands gripping the wings of the Wind-Riding Cyan Simurgh.
"Divine Blade Jade!"
Yu Mingxuan felt a searing pain from his wings, as if they were engulfed in lava. The immense force holding him fast, making it impossible to escape, sparked a flicker of terror in his heart.
He now felt a sudden pang of relief. He remembered his earlier hot-headed impulse to gift his Magical Treasure in exchange for a highly talented Mountain Master Disciple.
’Thank goodness he didn’t accept it!’
As an Immortal Descendant, his Physique should have been his greatest source of pride, yet now, all he wanted was to create as much distance as possible.
A cyan pendant shot out, transforming into a streak of light.
As Yu Mingxuan poured his Magical Power into it regardless of the cost, it erupted in a dazzling white radiance!
In Yongzhou, a High-grade Magical Treasure was a top-tier weapon.
Above it were only rare Spiritual Objects like the Mountain God Mirror—items utterly beyond the reach of ordinary people. Only a Celestial Pride from a Half-Life Immortal Family was worthy of wielding such a thing.
The group of demons was still reeling from the cataclysmic changes in the world around them.
And from the crimson behemoth that had materialized out of thin air.
Now, bathed in that brilliant white light, they felt a terror so profound it felt as if their very Divine Souls were on the verge of annihilation.
"Master!"
The instructors from the Martial Arts Academy were overcome with ecstatic joy.
However, before the joy could fully bloom in their eyes, the sound of tearing fabric echoed from the sky.
RRRRIP! RRRRIP!
The crimson behemoth exerted its strength, brutally ripping the Cyan Simurgh’s wings from its body.
Flesh tore and bones snapped.
"AAAAH!!"
Yu Mingxuan let out a wretched scream, filled with utter regret. ’I had already decided to return to my clan to recuperate! Why did I have to go out of my way to provoke this Great Demon!’
But now, it was far too late for regrets.
He stared intently at the Jade, pouring every last bit of his power into activating it.
He intended to use the Divine Blade within to slay this Demon Monarch.
’If I can just kill Lin Shu,’ he thought, ’I’ll take his corpse back to Anren Prefecture and discuss this with the Mountain Master. With our combined efforts, even if we can’t bring down Yu Sheng, we can at least force the clan to abandon the idea of nurturing her as a Celestial Pride.’
’We might even get her expelled from Anren Prefecture and banished somewhere else!’
Finally, the humming from within the Jade transformed into a dense river of sword light that surged forth.
This sword strike churned the very daylight, carrying with it an aura of annihilation as it shot toward the young man inside the crimson behemoth.
BOOM! BOOM!
Faced with such a powerful sword light, the demons all covered their eyes, nearly blinded by the glare.
The instructors, on the other hand, let out roars of excitement.
Only Yu Mingxuan, amidst the agony of having his wings torn off, wore a numb, dazed expression.
Just as the Divine Blade Jade unleashed its power, he sensed a familiar yet foreign aura. It was so vast and majestic that it filled him with a sliver of despair.
Lin Shu’s expression remained unchanged. He suddenly dropped his Martial Artist stance, flicked his wide sleeve, and gave a light flick of his finger.
The Spirit Wind Sword Wheel swelled against the wind, transforming into two wheels of serrated white light that hovered over the fists of the crimson, half-torsoed behemoth.
This Mid-Grade Magical Treasure, however, was not the true reason for Yu Mingxuan’s stupor.
In an instant, the expressions of all the demons and Cultivators changed in unison.
The moment the Spirit Wind Sword Wheel appeared, they suddenly perceived an inexplicable pressure.
The terrifying Qi and Blood Power of the youth standing proudly in midair was already frightening enough, but it seemed he was more than just a Body Tempering Cultivator.
Before this horrifying Spiritual Pressure, the Magical Power radiating from Yu Mingxuan seemed utterly flimsy.
What was even more stunning was how righteous and serene this Spiritual Power was.
Accompanied by a clear cry, it made him seem even more like a Cyan Simurgh Immortal than Yu Mingxuan, and he faintly exuded an even nobler aura.
"ROAR—"
The crimson behemoth casually swung its arms, shattering the river of sword light with its Light Wheels.
The roar generated by its churning Qi and Blood Power sounded like the growl of a ferocious beast.
"Flee!"
Amidst the scattering Spiritual Light, Yu Mingxuan immediately unleashed his most practiced Divine Technique.
Wind-Riding Mountain Patrol!
A violent gust of wind swept past, and his figure vanished on the spot. But the mountains did not respond to his call.
For this vast mountain range was already paying reverent homage to another Mountain God.
Lin Shu took a single step and likewise melted into the wind.
His figure reappeared against the sky. Before him, the battered form of the Cyan Simurgh was violently ejected from the wind.
"How do you know Wind-Riding Mountain Patrol?!"
Yu Mingxuan howled as he stared, then suddenly felt his own question was idiotic.
What his opponent had just unleashed wasn’t Spiritual Power, but a Magical Power extremely similar to that of the Yu Family, only far more noble.
This person wasn’t a Cultivator, nor was he a Demon Monarch. He was more like a scion of an Immortal Sect, a clan that stood above even the Half-Life Immortals!
"Upper Immortal... spare me..."
Yu Mingxuan trembled all over. His cyan-glowing Feathers were soaked with blood, having lost all their former sharpness.
His breaths came in ragged gasps, thick with sorrow. "Ignorance is not a crime! Ignorance is not a crime!!"
Faced with this incoherent pleading, the young man before him simply rubbed his wrists gently.
The crimson clouds filling the sky scattered, only to be swept up by the gales and gathered at Lin Shu’s side, re-forming into a pair of magnificent arms hundreds of feet long.
Fists the size of mountain peaks, carrying waves of searing heat and tipped with the Spirit Wind Sword Wheels, smashed down ferociously on the Cyan Simurgh’s head.
CRACK! CRACK!
The hard skull was instantly webbed with cracks. Blood flowed freely, quickly staining the Cyan Simurgh’s face red.
Its wide, staring eyes swiftly lost their light.
Then, its entire head exploded, blooming into a mist of blood across the sky!
[Killers and arsonists wear belts of gold; bridge-builders and road-menders leave no bones to hold. One Spiritual Object slain. Reward: 6,700 taels of Sin Coin. Additional Reward: one mace of Karma Fire Gold Essence.]
Lin Shu casually glanced to the side.
Under his calm gaze, the academy instructors, who were frozen like wooden statues, suddenly felt a chill crawl up their spines.
’Our Master... was slaughtered in just a few moves.’
’He was completely powerless to resist from start to finish.’
’A terrifying, cruel Fierce Demon just swaggered right into Qiankun Academy, deceived even Yu Sheng, and became the head Mountain Master Disciple under a Celestial Pride.’
Under extreme fear, a person’s thoughts can become chaotic, even descending into madness.
Fortunately, they did not go mad.
BOOM!
The shadow of a massive fist fell upon the solitary peak. Amidst a violent tremor, the cliff was flattened into the ground.
It was as if no one had ever been there at all.

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