Bang bang bang!
The men from Demon Sound Mountain exchanged glances and began to quietly flee. Like monkeys scattering when their tree falls, Demon Sound Mountain was clearly doomed.
Those previously clamoring Demon Beast were now running faster than rabbits. A few of the stronger ones tried to slip away in the chaos, but Little Yan caught up with them one by one and smashed them into mincemeat with a single slap.
The entire Demon Sound Mountain was thrown into chaos. Loud rumbling sounds echoed continuously, and the mountain peaks seemed about to collapse. The stench of blood filled the air.
On a distant mountain peak, three figures silently appeared, their gazes indifferently fixed on the chaotic mountain.
"Heh, it seems Demon Sound Mountain has already been breached. That beast is truly useless; he couldn't even hold out for a short while." The one who spoke was the white-robed man, Shen Yun, one of the Yuan Gate Eight Spirit Generals, his smile filled with mockery.
" Uncle Jiang, should we lend a hand?" Xia Yan, the man in black, asked with a smile.
Ahead of the two, an elderly man in a brown robe stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Let them die a few more times first."
He paused, then continued, "This Demon Sound Mountain hides the Earth Core Spirit-Nurturing Saliva. That fool thought no one knew, and even invited me here. Now that I'm here, let's take all the treasures. Such treasures of heaven and earth should be kept safe by my Yuan Sect."
" Xia Yan, go and secretly eliminate all those who fled Demon Sound Mountain. Don't let this information leak out."
"Don't worry, Uncle Jiang, none of them will escape." The man in black smiled upon hearing this, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the forest.
" Shen Yun, go and snatch the guqin from that girl's hand. Hehe, I really didn't expect to see Pure Yuan Treasure here. It seems even the heavens are helping my Yuan Sect." The brown-robed old man pointed to Ying Huanhuan, who was standing outside Demon Sound Mountain in the distance, Ying Huanhuan a faint smile.
"Yes." The man in white smiled slightly, gazing into the distance, and said with a flirtatious laugh, "She's quite a beauty, leave her to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished mysteriously.
After the two left, the old man in brown turned his gaze to the top of Demon Sound Mountain, where Xiao Diao and Golden Ghost Owl were engaged in a fierce battle.
"They're both at the Life Xuan Stage Great Accomplishment, and there's even a Minor Accomplishment of Life Xuan Stage... Heh, looks like dealing with them will be a bit troublesome."
He complained about the trouble, but there was no worry in his eyes. He was also a powerful expert at the Life Xuan Stage Great Accomplishment, but he was Primordial Sect Elder! His combat strength was far superior to that of these country bumpkins.
In his view, the outcome of this battle was already predetermined.
Above the Demon Sound Mountain, Ying Huanhuan gazed at the chaotic mountain peaks, ready to provide support should the situation turn against her.
However, Luo Heng and his three companions completely dominated the battle. Xiao Diao was pressing down on Golden Ghost Owl, Little Yan was rampaging through the crowd like a ferocious beast, and Lin Dong unleashed his Great Wilderness Prison Heaven Hand repeatedly, each palm strike creating a cloud of blood mist.
Luo Heng was even more relaxed. After killing two Nine Yuan Nirvana Stage generals, he stood in mid-air with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the entire mountain peak as if watching a spectacle that had nothing to do with him. Occasionally, he would take action and crush one or two of them.
However, she remained vigilant about her surroundings and picked up the guqin again.
Just now, Luo Heng had sent her a telepathic message: "Be careful, there are ants from the Yuan Sect coming."
Besides her, Lin Dong and the other two also received the message.
At this moment, Ying Huanhuan turned around and saw a handsome man dressed in white standing behind her with a smile.
"Who are you?" Ying Huanhuan's cheeks were slightly cold, her large eyes full of wariness, asking a question she already knew the answer to.
"Don't be afraid, young lady. I am Shen Yun of the Yuan Sect, one of the Eight Spirit Generals," the white-robed man said with a smile, his gaze brazenly sweeping over Ying Huanhuan.
" Yuan Sect?" Ying Huanhuan's already slightly cold face turned completely icy as she sneered, "So you're a dog from the Yuan Sect. I don't have time to waste with you, get out of my way!"
"Hehe, little beauty, it's not good to talk like that." Shen Yun was taken aback by the sudden cold laugh, then frowned slightly, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and with a swift movement, he approached Ying Huanhuan like a ghost, reaching out his hand to lift the girl's chin.
Thump!
The moment he extended his hand, a chill flashed in Ying Huanhuan's eyes, and her jade fingers suddenly plucked the strings of her zither. A fiery red light, carrying a violent sound wave, slammed into Shen Yun.
As the sound waves swept through, Shen Yun's expression changed slightly. He lightly touched the air with his toes, and a blurry image appeared before being pulverized by the sound waves.
He dodged several feet away, looking at Ying Huanhuan with even greater interest in his eyes, and laughed, "What a wild and beautiful little thing! But that makes it even more interesting, doesn't it...?"
Before he could finish speaking, a hand gently patted his shoulder.
Shen Yun asked instinctively, " Uncle Jiang, how are you doing—"
He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, turning his head sharply.
What came into view was a fist that kept getting bigger and bigger.
boom!
The fist slammed solidly into his face, sending Shen Yun flying backward like a cannonball, crashing into the mountainside. Dust billowed out, and a huge crater was punched into the mountain wall.
Luo Heng withdrew his fist, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at the half-dead figure in the pit.
He deliberately controlled his strength; this punch did not kill Shen Yun outright.
How could someone who dared to harass him like that possibly die so easily?
" Brother Heng!" Ying Huanhuan's eyes were filled with surprise when she saw Luo Heng.
Luo Heng smiled at her and said, "Step back a bit, leave this to me."
Ying Huanhuan nodded obediently, hugged the Nine Heavens Ringing Qin and retreated to a distance, but her jade fingers remained on the strings, ready to provide support at any time.
Luo Heng walked to the edge of the pit and looked down at Shen Yun inside.
" Yuan Sect, the Eight Spirit Generals?" He asked calmly, as if asking about the weather.
Shen Yun struggled to climb out of the pit. Half of his face was caved in, blood blurred his entire face, and one of his eyes had been blown out, leaving only a bloody hole.
"Who... who are you?" His voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear.
This guy is too fast; he doesn't even have a chance to react.
His strength was among the top in the Nine Yuan Nirvana Stage, and he was even ranked high among the Yuan Gate Eight Spirit Generals, yet he couldn't even withstand a single punch from his opponent.
" Dao Sect, Luo Heng," Luo Heng said with a faint smile, his expression very gentle.
Shen Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.
Luo Heng, the Hundred Dynasties War Champion, is said to be Ling Qingzhu's Daoist partner, and is also said to have become the Dao Sect Grand Disciple.
This name had already spread throughout the upper echelons of the Yuan Sect; it was someone Yuan Cang, the Little Three Kings of the Yuan Sect, had specifically named to kill.
"You... you dare to kill me? Yuan Sect will not let you get away with this!" Shen Yun roared, his voice trembling with fear, as he retreated backward.
Luo Heng smiled.
"Kill you?"
He shook his head, stretched out his hand, and loosely clenched his fist.
"That's too good for you. This is a reward for you, no need to thank me."
Mysterious Nether Water!
A beam of icy blue light surged from his palm, transforming into countless tiny ice needles that pierced Shen Yun's body.
Shen Yun shuddered, a bone-chilling cold surged from his body, frost began to form on his skin, and his blood seemed to freeze.
"Ah--!"
He let out a shrill scream, desperately trying to circulate his internal Primal Energy to dispel the chill, but the ice needles seemed to have pierced deep into his meridians and could not be pulled out at all.
"How are you feeling?" Luo Heng asked, his tone still calm.
Shen Yun's lips turned purple, her whole body trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.
"This is just the beginning."
Luo Heng raised his other hand, Jie Kong Yan!
A crimson-gold flame surged from his palm, transforming into countless tiny fire needles that pierced Shen Yun's body.
Two opposing forces, one of ice and one of fire, raged wildly within his body. The alternating clashes of icy cold and scorching heat caused his meridians to break inch by inch under the torment of this extreme combination of ice and fire.
"Ah--!!!"
Ying Huanhuan