"Boom!"
A huge pillar of flames soared into the sky. The Demon King's scorching attack actually burned the rocks in the mountain range into powder. Zhuang Shaoyu, who was wrapped in a divine power wall, was lucky enough to survive. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and the longsword in his hand had already been shattered. He could only use his divine power to heavily smash the Demon King's lower jaw with the Purple Gold Fan.
"You must die for trespassing on the Demon Spirit Clan's territory!"
The Demon King's lower jaw had already been broken into two by the Purple Gold Fan. Blood flowed out, but it still roared ferociously. Flame energy surged out of its body, instantly forming a flaming shockwave!
"Be careful!"
Si Kongyao exclaimed. She opened her palm and condensed Ice Mystic Arts to protect Shang Qian.
Lin Muyu raised her hand and slashed out with her sword. The cold sword light split apart the shockwaves and formed a wall, protecting Shi Tianming and Liu Buyi behind her.
Chen Hang looked at Lin Muyu's imposing manner and couldn't help but frown. This kid is not simple!
… …
"Should we help Young Master Zhuang?" Shang Qian said worriedly.
Si Kongyao's bright eyes stared at the battle between Zhuang Shaoyu and the Demon King. She slowly shook her head and said, "No need. Big Brother Shaoyu hasn't shown his true strength. This Demon King is definitely not his match. Furthermore, to a Sacred Martial Venerable, self-confidence and dignity are more important than life. If we help him, it will be the same as insulting Big Brother Shaoyu."
"But …" Shang Qian still wanted to say something, but Chen Hang, who was beside her, signaled her to stop. Just like what Si Kongyao had said, true experts all had almost distorted self-esteem. Especially in this kind of situation where they were evenly matched, they definitely couldn't help him. Otherwise, it would be a great insult.
"Swish, swish, swish …"
The Purple Gold Fan constantly clashed with the Demon King's sharp claws, emitting rays of golden divine power. Zhuang Shaoyu raised his power to the limit. The Purple Gold Fan completely opened with a "shua" sound, and a small ball appeared around Zhuang Shaoyu. It was actually a Spirit Pearl of Law!
Lin Muyu was slightly startled. She had never imagined that Zhuang Shaoyu's Godhead would actually be a Forged Immortal Godhead. This Spirit Pearl of Law could increase his strength by at least half. It looked like this Daemon King was going to die a miserable death at the hands of a Saint Martial Venerable.
"Hua hua …"
The purple gold fan swept out with a gust of wind. This time, the characteristics of the power were completely different. Moreover, the control over the Laws of Wind had been greatly increased. The destructive power contained in the wind was completely different from before!
"They're finally here!"
Si Kongyao smiled and said, "The Zhuang Family's Four Styles of Wind God, the first style, Piercing Gale!"
Amidst Si Kongyao's laughter, the Demon King let out a miserable howl. After its body was baptized by the gale, its scales flew off and blood gushed out. In an instant, it had already fallen into a disadvantageous position!
Zhuang Shaoyu's eyes were cold, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He flipped the Purple Gold Fan again, and his figure was like a fallen leaf in the wind. He floated with the wind, but it was in accordance with the laws of nature. When the Purple Gold Fan fanned again, the power of the Wind seemed to be compressed, condensing into the image of a wild green dragon that pounced straight towards the Demon King!
"Two Styles of Wind God, Tornado Coiling Dragon!" Si Kongyao's eyes were filled with excitement. Clearly, Si Kongyao's talent was extraordinary, and her attainments in martial arts far surpassed her peers. So much so that when she saw Zhuang Shaoyu's Four Styles of Wind God, she couldn't help but be excited. If it wasn't for the fact that the Four Styles of Wind God was not a secret technique that was passed down to outsiders, Si Kongyao would have already learned it.
Lin Muyu was silent. If she had used the Seven Glorious Stars Transformation just now, she was afraid that with Si Kongyao's temperament, she would definitely pester her to learn it.
As the Tornado Coiling Dragon devoured, a "kacha" sound rang out, and the Demon King's arm broke into a cloud of blood. It was clear to see how powerful the Tornado Coiling Dragon was! The Demon King's body was extremely tough, and even the Stellar Sword could not cut it!
Thinking of the Stellar Sword, Lin Muyu couldn't help but be silent. She didn't know where Akatosaurus had sent the Stellar Sword to. The sword spirit of that sword was the Sword Elder. However, Akatosaurus had also grown up, so it must have had its own reasons for doing this.
"Roar, roar, roar …"
The Demon King was already one-armed, but it still roared at the sky. The flames swelled, as if its body would explode at any moment.
At this moment, Zhuang Shaoyu's handsome face appeared even calmer. Under the illumination of the flames, his eyes were filled with confidence. With a light wave of the Purple Gold Fan, another storm flew up!
"It's the third form, Tearing Heaven and Splitting Earth …"
Si Kongyao's small mouth gaped open as she looked at the surging storm in the valley. This was not a power that a mortal should have. If Zhuang Shaoyu was just a bit stronger, he would be able to destroy the entire mountain range with a single strike!
The Demon King's body was bathed in flames, and it attacked the wind blades.
"Ah?"
Zhuang Shaoyu didn't expect the Demon King to still have the strength to fight back. The Demon King's sharp horn was pointed straight at his chest, and it was about to pierce through his heart!
"Bastard!"
Zhuang Shaoyu raised his hand and slashed down with the Purple Gold Fan. With a "Kacha" sound, the sharp horn was broken. However, half of the Demon King's horn still pierced into his chest. The sound of bones breaking rang out, and a few of his ribs were broken. In a miserable state, Zhuang Shaoyu activated his ability to shatter the void, and directly jumped tens of meters away. With a wave of the Purple Gold Fan, he used the fourth form — Dimensional Slash!
As soon as she saw the purple Dimensional Wind Blade, Lin Muyu felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. That's right, Feng Jixing's Dimensional Wind Blade was the same. It seemed that Zhuang Shaoyu's understanding of the Law of Wind had already reached the same level as Feng Jixing. No wonder he was known as the number one person among the younger generation of the Tianji Empire. There was no doubt about his strength!
"Roar roar roar …"
The Demon King had already used up the last of its life force in this attack. How could it still withstand the impact of the Dimensional Wind Blade? In an instant, its limbs were disintegrated into a pile of minced meat. Only the Demon King Grade Demon Spirit Stone was glowing with a dazzling luster amidst the minced meat.
"Brother Shaoyu, are you alright?"
Si Kongyao leaped forward and supported Zhuang Shaoyu's back with one hand so that he wouldn't fall into the mud. When she saw Zhuang Shaoyu's face, she couldn't help but be shocked. At this moment, Zhuang Shaoyu's face was pale and big beads of sweat kept flowing down. In order to kill this Demon King, he had already used up all his strength and even started to overdraft his life force!
"Yao, I'm alright. Take out the Demon Spirit Stone …"
Zhuang Shaoyu closed his eyes and groaned painfully. The only thing he didn't forget was the Demon Spirit Stone. It seemed that he was very concerned about the result of the competition. Indeed, Si Kongyao's character was too wild. An ordinary man couldn't control her at all. Zhuang Shaoyu had accompanied Si Kongyao for so many years, but he still couldn't win her heart. So … En, if he won the competition and gained Shang Qian's favor, then they would be a perfect match. If the Zhuang Clan and the Shang Clan joined forces, half of the imperial capital Tianji City would be under the control of the two clans!
"You're still thinking about the Demon Spirit Stone!"
Si Kongyao pouted and took the Demon Spirit Stone through the air. She stuffed it into Zhuang Shaoyu's bag and said, "Are you satisfied now? You can go and heal your injuries … "
"En …"
Zhuang Shaoyu's voice was weak and he actually fainted in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Shaoyu! Brother Shaoyu! "
Si Kongyao was anxious. She turned around and looked at Lin Muyu and said, "He's dead … Wu wu wu, he's dead!"
Lin Muyu's mind was filled with a million 'What the f * ck!'. She was speechless and said, "He's not dead, right? He's still breathing. Hurry and take him to rest. He needs rest now. Zhuang Shaoyu's cultivation is so strong, his body's ability to recover on its own is very strong. He just needs some rest and he'll wake up …"
"Oh?"
Si Kongyao tested his breathing and said, "Liu Buyi, Shi Tianming, I'll have to trouble you guys to help Young Master Zhuang into the tent."
Shi Tianming was resentful, but he couldn't ignore Si Kongyao's words. After all, he had followed her to train. Now that two of the three experts were injured, he couldn't just sit and do nothing. Thus, he and Liu Buyi helped Zhuang Shaoyu to rest, one on the left and the other on the right.
… …
Outside the tent, the sky was gradually brightening. Another dawn was about to arrive.
Lin Muyu moved the branches to keep the bonfire from extinguishing. Hugging the Ice Origin Sword, his handsome figure looked indescribably lonely under the light of the fire.
"Young hero."
A sweet voice sounded behind him. It was Shang Qian. She sat opposite Lin Muyu with her arms around her knees and said, "You're still not sleeping?"
"I can't sleep. Why isn't Miss Shang Qian sleeping either?" He continued to move the firewood.
"I can't sleep either."
Shang Qian frowned and said, "There are eight of us. Young hero, you, Zhuang Shaoyu, and Young Prince Beiming Jie have the highest cultivation. Now that Young Master Zhuang and Young Prince Beiming Jie are both heavily injured, I'm afraid we won't be able to continue our journey in two or three days. We need to stay here for a few more days. I'm afraid we'll have to rely on you to guard the next few days."
"Yes, I know." Lin Muyu's words were very indifferent. Shang Qian was a very thoughtful woman. With just a few words, she managed to bring Chen Hang, a Sacred Martial King level expert. In reality, the strongest person in this group should be the taciturn Chen Hang. As for Zhuang Shaoyu, he had enough strength, but his ability to fight and kill in battle was much inferior.
"Young hero, can I ask you a question?" Shang Qian asked.
"Yes, Miss, please ask." The flickering fire shone on his face. His facial features were distinct and filled with determination.
"What was the martial art you used to kill that Demon Lord?"
Shang Qian paused and said, "I could feel that kind of tyrannical and destructive power. Even Zhuang Shaoyu's Divine Wind Extremity pales in comparison. Although Shang Qian's cultivation is low, I have some understanding of the martial arts of the various sects in the Celestial Pole Continent. Young hero's martial arts are different from the mysteriousness of the Tianji Sect, the tyranny of the Thunderflame Sect, and the gentleness of the Divine Extremity Sect. If I may be so bold as to ask, which sect did young hero hail from?"
Lin Muyu was silent for a few seconds. Looking at the flickering flames, she said, "I followed my master and only cultivated my mental state. As for the specific martial arts, I created them myself. I don't belong to any sect, so there's no need for Miss to continue asking."
"Oh?"
Shang Qian was given the cold shoulder, so she didn't continue to ask.
At this moment, Shi Tianming's attentive figure appeared and said, "It's going to be dawn soon. I wonder what kind of soup Miss Shang Qian would like to drink? There are quite a lot of wild vegetables and fruits in the deep mountains. You don't have to worry about not having ingredients for the pot. As long as Miss says what you want to eat, I'll naturally find it."
Shang Qian's expression was lonely. "Anything is fine."
After saying that, Shang Qian turned around and went in the direction of the tent.
Shi Tianming was stunned. "Young hero, did I do something wrong? Why is Miss Shang Qian always so cold to me? "
"I don't know either …"
Lin Muyu smiled slightly. "Perhaps Young Master Shi should also learn to give up. Some things can't be forced."
"No, I must get her!"
Shi Tianming said proudly. It was unknown where his confidence came from.
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