Demon Child's Opponent

After emerging from the Blood Mud Space, Tang Wanzhou did not immediately make a move, but instead hid with Li Weiyi in the darkness at the edge of the battlefield.

The surrounding area was full of graves and tombstones, and the Wind Force of the ritual was strong.

Tang Wanzhou quietly observed the battle in the distance. "Zuoqiu Ling only been in the Longevity Realm for five years, yet his cultivation and combat strength have improved so much. In a one-on-one fight, it would take the Demon Child thirty or forty moves to completely defeat him. With Song Yulou's assistance, the two of them are adopting a strategy of fighting and retreating, which can really hold off the Demon Child."

Li Weiyi had witnessed the terrifying combat power of the Demon Child at the same level.

Even top experts like Cao Shisan and Chen Huang, who were at the Ninth Heaven the Dao Seed Realm, were easily outmaneuvered by the Demon Child and suffered a crushing defeat, completely powerless to retaliate.

Even among those of the same cultivation level, it would be difficult for an ordinary inheritor to withstand ten moves from the Demon Child.

Tang Wanzhou suddenly asked, "Who exactly is your beautiful master? If she were to take action, she Zuoqiu Ling. Among their generation, she should be ranked number one, yet I have never heard of her before."

Tang Wanzhou, who was not yet forty, naturally did not place himself among the people around sixty years old, such as Zuoqiu Ling, Song Yulou, Li Songgu, Yao Qingxuan, and Yao Qian.

Li Weiyi didn't answer her, feeling very worried. He provoked her, saying, "Young Master has been hiding here all this time. Are you afraid?"

Tang Wanzhou didn't even bother to argue, confidently and calmly stating, "Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou have been heading south. If I'm not mistaken, the Longevity Realm experts from the Zuoqiu Courtyard Clan are on their way. If they can handle the Demon Child, I won't need to intervene!"

For Xue Jian Tang Ting, it was naturally desirable to see Zuoqiu Courtyard drawn into the vortex of conflict in Lingxiao City.

Besides the Imperial Court, the two largest human forces in Lingxiao Shengjing are the Zuoqiu Courtyard in the south and the Xue Jian Tang Ting in the north. Both are filled with experts and their influence covers several states.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Zuoqiu Ling withstood ten of the Demon Child's furious punches, his body flying straight backward, blood spilling from his mouth and nose, the skin on his ten fingers cracking open, and his arms going numb and losing all feeling.

The Demon Child moved with the agility of a monkey, leaping and dodging, pressing his advantage and giving Zuoqiu Ling heal and recover.

"Myriad Slaves Slash!"

Song Yulou appeared to the Zuoqiu Ling, holding his swords in both hands, his inner energy surging forth and transforming into a thick blue cloud that stretched for miles.

With a single, sweeping slash!

Azure clouds, scriptures, and sword energy intertwined, solidifying into a vast army on the snow-covered plains, with the thunderous sound of hooves and war drums.

The blade's power was unparalleled, slicing through the earth.

If the Demon Child persists in attacking Zuoqiu Ling, he will inevitably have to withstand Song Yulou's attack.

Even if he severely injures Zuoqiu Ling, he himself will be wounded.

"The sword's power is impressive; it's a treasure. Unfortunately, the swordsmanship is far too lacking!"

The Demon Child shifted his focus, locking his gaze on Song Yulou, and controlled a hundred demon heads to collide with the surging army, crushing them all with overwhelming force.

With a whoosh, the figure of the Demon Child grew larger in Song Yulou's pupils and appeared in front of him in an instant.

The right hand forms a claw with five fingers, and magical energy flows between the fingers. This is a seizing technique that directly grabs the blade of the Horse-Slaying Saber.

Song Yulou was horrified. He had never seen anyone of the same cultivation level catch his battle blade with their bare hands. This was a Thousand Character Artifact; its power and sharpness were beyond the reach of flesh and blood.

The Demon Child clenched his left fist, intending to strike Song Yulou's chest.

Song Yulou had no time to dodge or defend, so he could only desperately mobilize his magical energy, activate the Magic Tool Battle Robe on his body, and unleash three thousand scriptures, which condensed into a semi-illusory, semi-real protective jade bell.

"Aww!"

Zuoqiu Ling a long roar, and after circulating his internal energy once, his arms recovered. He shifted his body to the side and struck the Demon Child with a palm.

Countless scriptures emerged from the palm of his hand, forming a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) mark.

If the Demon Child's punch lands, Song Yulou will certainly find it difficult to withstand.

But next, he will inevitably have to withstand Zuoqiu Ling's palm strike, and the consequences are predictable.

This is the disadvantage of fighting two opponents at once. Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou are no ordinary people, and it will be difficult to quickly defeat or kill one of them. Unless, of course, the Demon Child has already mentally prepared himself to pay a heavy price.

But why did he choose to pay such a terrible price?

Demon Child frowned, abandoning his attack on Song Yulou, and kicked him and Jing Wenqing Jade Bell away, then met Zuoqiu Ling's Bagua hand seal with his fist.

"Boom!"

The ground beneath their feet exploded.

The Demon Child's will controlled a hundred demon heads, which fell from the sky and slammed Zuoqiu Ling into the ground, then continued to bombard him with punch after punch.

The illusory image of the fist was even larger than the Demon Child's body, with countless scriptures interwoven on it, colliding with the nine-colored rays of light and the Bagua mark surging from the ground.

"Bang! Bang..."

Zuoqiu Ling locked in place by the Demon Child's will, Dao Heart Manifestation, and magical energy, unable to escape or return to the ground. He could only desperately hold on, and his protective runes were shattered layer by layer.

"Whoosh!"

A biting wind swept through the hundred-mile-long snow-covered forest, blowing in from the south.

In the wind, a figure clad in armor flew over the snow-covered forest, rushing past like an arrow released from a bow. He unleashed a palm strike with overwhelming force, countless wind blades condensing around him and surging out along with the palm print.

Tang Wanzhou stared at the figure rushing from the south. "That palm technique again? You Jiu Li Tribe people?"

It is the Fundamental Martial Art of the Yao Li Tribe, the Heavenly Wind Palm Technique.

In the Underground Immortal Mansion, Yao Qingxuan once used the Heavenly Wind Palm Technique, causing Tang Wanzhou Ninth Heaven of the Dao Seed Realm, to suffer a considerable loss.

Li Weiyi nodded slightly.

The one who arrived was Yao Xingyue, the chieftain of the Jiu Li Tribe.

He is Yao Qingxuan's older brother and Hidden Twenty-Four's father.

Yao Xingyue obtained the Longevity Pill from Zuoqiu Courtyard and broke through to the Longevity Realm.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Within the span of a single breath, they clashed seven times. Even with their combined strength, Song Yulou and Yao Xingyue could not withstand the attack and were thrown backward.

After Yao Xingyue landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the snow, and his chest armor was dented from the blow. Song Yulou, who was already seriously injured, was forced to kneel on one knee after being hit, his whole body feeling as if it was about to fall apart.

Taking this opportunity, Zuoqiu Ling escaped from underground and reunited with the two of them.

Zuoqiu Ling even more severely injured than the other two; his skin was blasted open, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

"How could this demon be so strong? If Qingxuan were still alive, even someone of the same cultivation level would probably be no match for him." Yao Xingyue simply couldn't believe that a single person's combat power could be so terrifying.

All three were circulating their magical energy to quickly heal their injuries and regulate their breathing.

The Demon Child stood atop a pillar of demonic energy tens of feet high, surrounded by a hundred demonic figures, without a single injury on his body. "Another one! Very well, today I will slaughter all martial artists at the Lingxiao Shengjing level to the point of near extinction."

Song Yulou, "This Demon Child is definitely Young Son of Heaven. Let's gather some more people and work together to deal with him! The three of us will all be wiped out here within half an hour."

Zuoqiu Ling, his body towering like a mountain, his eyes deep and resolute, said, "To flee directly means that one's heart is filled with fear, one's fighting spirit has collapsed, and one's will has been extinguished. One will surely die even faster. The three of us should retreat south together, fighting as we go. The experts from the Zuoqiu Courtyard will arrive one after another."

Song Yulou felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of Cao Shisan and Chen Huang in the West Sea Royal Mansion.

The reason he and Zuoqiu Ling were able to fight the Demon Child for thousands of miles and withstand the attack was not only because of their excellent teamwork, but also because they were incredibly tenacious and resilient, always possessing a fighting spirit to perish together.

"It was my will that wavered!" Song Yulou rallied his spirits, gritted his teeth, and gripped his knife.

"I've brought with me the Medicine King Furnace, the most important artifact of the Yao Li Tribe. It should be enough to deal with this fiend."

Spatial fluctuations emanated from Yao Xingyue's ancestral field.

A purplish-red, ancient Alchemy Furnace flew out, slowly rotating amidst the magical energy, gradually growing larger, and bursting forth with increasingly bright flames that illuminated the heavens and earth, its heat astonishing.

It is a Myriad-character Artifact, with densely packed scriptures inside.

"If one can be invincible solely through magical artifacts, then what's the point of cultivating Daoist arts?"

The Demon Child used a movement technique, disappearing from the three people's sight.

At the same level, there are only two ways to deal with an opponent who wields a powerful weapon.

First, I also have a powerful weapon of the same level.

Second, speed.

As long as he is fast enough, no matter how powerful a weapon is, it won't be able to hit him.

They couldn't find him, nor could they keep up with his footsteps.

If the speed is fast enough, the person wielding the weapon will be killed before the weapon can unleash its full power.

Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou unleashed beams of magical energy to help Yao Xingyue activate the Medicine King Furnace. At the same time, the three of them released their Dao Heart Manifestation, and only by having three Dao Heart Manifestation surrounding them could they restrict the Demon Child's movements and capture his figure.

But it was too late!

"Careful..."

Zuoqiu Ling roared.

The three were sent flying by the hundred demons. The Medicine King Furnace was out of control and was kicked away by the Demon Child, which flew more than ten miles away.

"Boom!"

The Medicine King Furnace crashed onto a small mountain, cracking the mountain and releasing flames and magical artifact energy, turning the surrounding area into a crimson fire plain.

The Demon Child laughed loudly, sometimes like a child, sometimes like a middle-aged man.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped, his gaze turned serious, and he looked towards the distant fire plains, sensing an unusual intent.

"There are more experts?"

Thick clouds filled the sky, and snowflakes the size of goose feathers drifted down.

The sound of swords clashing was extremely piercing, like strings being stretched between the sky and the earth, and the strings being constantly snapped.

Zuoqiu Ling, Song Yulou, and Yao Xingyue, each in their own miserable state, looked at each other with expressions of wild joy.

Song Yulou laughed loudly, "Demon Child, your opponent has appeared!"

The night sky, blazing red from the fire, was dotted with graves.

Amidst the black dust, a slender and tall figure slowly walked from miles away. She gathered her long hair with both hands and tied it into a high ponytail.

"An opponent? Interesting!"

The Demon Child narrowed his eyes, and the pillar of demonic energy beneath his feet suddenly rose thousands of meters, his body appearing in mid-air above the clouds.

In the next instant, pulled by his vast Dao Heart Manifestation, the entire cloud layer pressed down, getting lower and lower, covering the land within a radius of dozens of miles.

In an instant, the thick clouds stretching for tens of miles shrank into a small ball, transforming into a fist-like force.

The Demon Child had already traveled more than ten miles and appeared in front of Tang Wanzhou.

"Bang!"

Tang Wanzhou held out his palm and steadily caught the punch.

Snowflakes, dust, and pebbles spread outwards in waves of energy beneath her feet.

The clouds and mist, stretching for dozens of miles, exploded in an instant.

The Demon Child's pupils contracted sharply. He hadn't expected her to stand still and deflect all the force of his punch into the ground. Her martial arts skills were simply unfathomable.

Before he could change his move, Tang Wanzhou transformed his palm into a fist and struck Tang Wanzhou's fist.

"Boom!"

The Demon Child was sent flying more than a mile away, then staggered back six or seven steps, a sharp pain shooting through his fingers. Realizing that the newcomer was no ordinary person, he immediately reached out, raised his hand above his head, and summoned a hundred demon heads to hover behind him.