Lei Shouren’s eyes filled with confusion as he let out a low, guttural roar.
Even if Yu Qiheng had fallen and Qian Yiru’s Spiritual Power was deteriorating, a man of his Cultivation could have easily held on for a year or so.
Otherwise, the Yu Family would never have let him become a World Traveler.
"This..."
The ferocious expressions on the two Demon Monarchs’ faces suddenly turned to shock. They looked up at the sky in confusion.
They saw Lin Shu, suspended casually in midair, quietly observing the scene below as if he had anticipated all of this.
’Is this also part of his plan?’
"Hah."
Qian Yiru let out a soft breath, the corners of his lips slowly curling into a smile.
’After holding back for so long, it’s finally time to unleash the anger in my heart.’
With a flick of his finger, his deeply concealed Demon Power erupted violently.
A normal Demon Transformation, of course, wouldn’t be this fast.
But if a Cultivator actively catalyzed the process, it was a different story entirely.
With his level of power, few would have believed him if he’d simply claimed he wanted to fall to the demonic path.
That was why he had to make himself seem more like a true Demon.
Furthermore, he had to perform sufficient meritorious deeds to exchange for the resources needed to stabilize his new Realm.
All these factors combined had led to the current situation.
"I am a man of humble talents, but I will offer the lives of these four as a pledge of allegiance to a Demon Monarch."
As he looked up, the raging Demon Qi instantly morphed into five Cyan Simurgh Illusions, each one hundreds of feet long.
SCREEE!
Amid the sharp cries, the Cyan Simurghs spread their wings, their bodies transforming into colossal sword phantoms.
A sword’s hum rang through the mountains as five Cyan Wing Giant Swords crashed down, pinning the other four combatants in place.
The final sword hesitated for a few moments before stopping. It didn’t lunge for Lin Shu and Miss Yun, but instead hovered in the air, cutting off any path of escape.
Given Qian Yiru’s Cultivation and methods, even guessing that Lin Shu had hidden reserves of power, he wasn’t the least bit worried about him escaping.
"Huh?"
The Night Ghost Demon Monarch, Demon Monarch Bi Hai, and their many Little Demon subordinates were all frozen in place, stunned by this sudden turn of events.
’What does he mean... offer the lives of these four as a pledge of allegiance to a Demon Monarch?’
’Just which Demon Monarch is he planning to pledge himself to?’
The two exchanged a glance, instinctively ruling themselves out.
It was clear from the moment Qian Yiru attacked.
Even while suppressed by the Suanni Seal, which made his Cultivation slightly inferior to that of Lei Shouren and Chen Zihang, the man still dared to take on all four of them.
What arrogant pride, and what powerful confidence in his own strength.
His intended master could hardly be two Demon Monarchs who had been cornered on their own doorsteps.
"The Mountain Master... has defected..."
Chen Zihang’s voice was hoarse.
He never imagined that on a rare trip outside, he would run into something so terrifying.
But the next moment, the Immortal Descendant had no more time for regret.
He let out a savage roar as his clothes shredded, and his body transformed into a Profound Spider as massive as a mountain. Its eight long legs folded together, using all its strength to resist the giant sword crashing down on it.
BOOM!
The massive creature was sent flying, collapsing a majestic mountain opposite it upon impact. Then it shot violently upward, disappearing into the clouds as it frantically fled the pursuing sword phantom.
"Qian Yiru, the Yu Family treated you well! Why are you doing this?!"
Lei Shouren roared as he deployed the Suanni Seal. He was forced to use the suppressive treasure as a defensive tool.
Fortunately, the treasure was highly effective at suppressing Demon Power. With his two Personal Vice Generals flying up to help him activate the Great Seal, he barely managed to block the assault.
"Do you know Jin Heng?"
At this, Qian Yiru suddenly chuckled.
"..."
Spiritual Light flared from Lei Shouren’s body as he watched helplessly, the sword phantom blasting thin cracks across the Suanni Seal.
He coughed up a spray of blood and shot away. The two remaining Vice Generals also scattered and fled, no longer daring to face the Cyan Wing Giant Sword.
’Jin Heng? Yu Qiheng’s Golden Core World Traveler Disciple who failed his tribulation?’
"Sigh."
"Gold is just another form of money, isn’t it?"
Qian Yiru shook his head with a sigh, a fierce glint surfacing in his eyes.
Families with any real foundation liked to send their members to different factions to avoid suspicion from the Immortal Sects. Taking on a different name was a common practice.
That clan elder had looked out for him so much on his journey.
Just as Qian Yiru was finally finding his footing, just when he finally had the power to repay the favor, he received news of his elder’s death.
He had indeed come down the mountain for revenge.
But not to avenge Yu Qiheng. He was here to demand justice from the Immortal Sects for his elder, the one who had "failed his tribulation."
"I’ll start with the few of you."
Qian Yiru focused his mind. With a casual press of his palm, he split his attention four ways. The sword phantoms, carrying enough power to rip open the very heavens, descended upon the four Practitioners of the Same Realm, who were utterly powerless to fight back.
The world knew of the Mountain Masters’ prestige, but few truly understood the massive gap in power between them and ordinary Cultivators.
"Hah... hah..."
Miss Yun stared blankly at the scene.
She suddenly recalled the question Senior Brother Qian had asked her about her "future."
Suddenly, it all made sense.
"Brother Lin, go, now!"
"He’s going to drag you into the Demon Sect!"
Miss Yun spun around. Qian Yiru hadn’t attacked them not out of mercy.
Instead, he wanted to take advantage of her deteriorating Spiritual Power—before she could join another sect—to abduct her and force her to undergo Demon Transformation.
And Brother Lin was just caught in the crossfire!
"..."
Lin Shu casually reached out and ruffled the young girl’s hair, his expression slowly turning serious.
’Qian Yiru’s strength is indeed a bit beyond my expectations.’
’I have to admit, snatching the Sin Coins from under those sword phantoms is going to be a bit tricky.’
’After all, from the looks of it, these people will die here even if I don’t lift a finger. So I have to be the one to land the killing blows.’

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