Fierce Battle and Standoff, Reencounter with the Green-Clad Woman

The figure in front of him was very illusory, but the Demonic Qi on its body was exceptionally strong.

"You're that demon?"

Zhao Huai narrowed his eyes, his sword fingers curving as a Treasure Sword shot out directly.

Whoosh! The unnamed Treasure Sword transformed into a bolt of lightning, piercing towards the figure.

The gathered Demonic Qi dispersed, and it reappeared in front of Zhao Huai.

While the speed of his sword control was fast, it was only in a straight line; whenever he needed to turn, he had to concentrate.

Suddenly, the battle turned into close combat, and a large, furry hand reached out towards him, aiming for the Crown of the Head.

Black Qi swirled before his eyes, directly entering his brain. Clearly, this Fox Demon wanted to use an Illusion Technique to control him.

"Hmph."

Zhao Huai chuckled, and the Soul-Subduing Mind Technique in his Sea of Consciousness activated abruptly.

Spiritual power transformed into a large bell, ringing loudly, instantly clearing his mind and making his heart transparent.

The black Qi couldn't get close to him at all.

And he could finally see the figure's appearance clearly.

It was a monster with a fox's face and a human body, incredibly stout and muscular.

"Smash!"

Zhao Huai roared, clenching his fist and punching towards the monster.

The Ten Thousand Jin Strength in his arm erupted suddenly, the power brought by the Peak Intent was unparalleled.

Did it want to compete in strength? He wasn't afraid.

The air crackled.

Boom, boom!

Dong! Two waves of air surged from the middle, causing the two stone lions standing at the entrance to shake and shatter.

"Intent, open!"

Zhao Huai chanted silently in his heart, and his strength immediately doubled, the power in his arm surging again! Eight times the strength of his physical body made it impossible for the opponent to withstand, and the fox-faced, human-bodied monster was directly sent flying.

Whoosh! At this moment, the Treasure Sword happened to return, and Zhao Huai flipped over, stepping on the sword and flying, the sword light turning into a stream of light, rapidly rushing towards the fox-faced monster.

He felt that the monster's strength was about the level of the eighth level of Qi Refining, but it was like an empty shell, without vitality.

"Roar!"

The fox-faced monster grabbed the rubble on the ground, throwing pieces at Zhao Huai's face. The terrifying monstrous strength made the rubble extremely aggressive.

Zhao Huai stepped on the sword, controlling it forward. With the blessing of the Swift Walker, his speed doubled, and he could clearly see the trajectory of each piece of rubble, easily dodging them.

The next second, Zhao Huai leaped into the sky, catching the sword in his hand.

His figure turned, and a momentum formed before his eyes.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still.

Drawing the sword.

Zhao Huai held the cold iron, his heart, spirit, and Qi united, gathering the sword's momentum into a single point.

A strong wind suddenly rose around him, even the trees were swaying, and everything on the street moved, as if in fear. This was the true Sword Drawing Technique.

"Slash."

An almost inaudible whisper sounded.

From the street entrance, a strong wind howled past, like a locust plague, and a sword Qi soared into the sky, as bright as day.

"Clang!"

The sword's cry was crisp and melodious, and a white light slashed across the waist, no more than ten meters, the movement resounding through the surrounding wind and clouds.

Even Yan Jing in the Prefect's Residence, looking at the wind outside the window, could feel this move.

The wind howled, rattling the wooden door, as a soaring aura rose outside.

"What powerful force."

Yan Jing murmured, gazing at the sky.

At that moment, a deep, enormous trench appeared in the middle of the alley, drawing everyone's attention.

The monster at the very center of the trench slowly stopped moving, its head separated from its body.

Only the torso remained, swaying precariously in the wind.

With a "pop," it exploded into dust, scattering across the ground.

Zhao Huai silently sheathed his sword, his face devoid of joy.

Because in his eyes, although the demonic Qi from the monster's body was dissipating, it was also reassembling, leaving this place and disappearing.

In other words, this was not the Fox Demon's true form, but another one of its clones.

The Fox Demon was not dead.

"A fox is a fox, cunning to the core, always changing tactics to confuse me when it can't win."

Zhao Huai was almost certain that this Fox Demon was no match for him.

But it was very cunning, avoiding direct confrontation and trying to outwit him with various strange methods.

With the Demonic Qi gone, the human form before him was nothing more than a Human Puppet Skin.

The so-called fox head was just a woven grass trinket.

Zhao Huai noticed a strange phenomenon.

These Human Puppet Skins, he realized, all lacked eyes.

The eyes on their faces were all made of kneaded mud pellets.

Their eyes were hollow, their expressions lifeless.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai had a flash of insight.

"Demons and Monsters' Many-Faced Divine Eyes... I think I know what it means."

Zhao Huai suddenly understood.

Through their repeated clashes, he had also figured out some of the Fox Demon's tricks.

Although this Fox Demon had a thousand faces, possessing many puppet skins and numerous tricks, able to change skins and faces, making it difficult to find,

there was one thing it couldn't imitate: the eyes.

There was only one pair of real eyes.

Perhaps the eyes were its weakness.

Just as Zhao Huai was thinking this, he checked the Divination Sign again.

Unbeknownst to him, fortune and misfortune had quietly reversed.

[Divination Sign Three: Ominous Residence Encounters Demons and Monsters, Demons and Monsters' Many-Faced Divine Eyes, this journey, your instruction is "Fortune".]

"So that's it, that's the key."

Zhao Huai smiled.

Seeing the reversal of fortune and misfortune before him, he knew that he was generally on the right track.

Suddenly.

A black mist flashed across the sky, followed closely by a ball of green light.

In an instant, the two colored lights collided, erupting with astonishing power.

The black and green lights were like two fluorescent stars, illuminating the sky.

But soon, the green light dimmed, falling like a shooting star.

"What is that?"

Zhao Huai looked towards the sky, and through the light, his eyes seemed to see a person.

The black mist in the high altitude did not linger, turning into a gust of wind and quickly disappearing into the sky.

A 'thump' sound came from the ground, not knowing what had fallen.

Zhao Huai rushed to the place where it fell, which happened to be not far from him.

The smoke and dust dissipated, revealing a woman covered in blood, lying in a deep pit.

"It's her?"

Zhao Huai walked forward, seeing the woman's face, quite surprised.

Because this person was the Green-Clad Woman he met in the pawnshop! She was a disciple of a cultivation Sect, and also a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.

At this time, the Green-Clad Woman was clutching a Treasure Sword tightly in her palm, her eyebrows were slender, her lips were thin, her delicate face was extremely pale, her eyes were closed, her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, and her expression was extremely painful.

Coughing up blood, the green dress on her body was tattered everywhere, and her snow-white legs were stained with drops of blood, like a blood-stained lily, which looked very distressing.

She was also weakly murmuring by her mouth.

Zhao Huai approached, and only then did he hear clearly what she was saying.

"Demons and Monsters... die."

"Demons and Monsters die?"

Zhao Huai heard this sentence and muttered to himself, recalling the black mist just now.

Then he looked at the Green-Clad Woman's broken body and sighed.

"I can't just stand by and watch her die."

He picked up the Green-Clad Woman and slowly walked towards the Prefect's Residence.