Amidst piles of broken wood and rubble.
The old man struggled to lift his eyelids and looked around in horror.
Although the Formless lineage is relegated to the sidelines among the Twenty-Five Lineages.
But after all, he is from a legitimate lineage of Daoist tradition!
Having cultivated for thousands of years, he was, after all, a True Person Tower-Ascending Realm, whose profound knowledge far surpassed that of an ordinary, unorthodox cultivator.
Even though he had witnessed the woman's terrifying power firsthand back in the Imperial City.
Although he was wary, he did not consider himself a pushover.
If we use every means at our disposal and exert all our strength...
It's not impossible to escape from their grasp.
They might even be able to maneuver around the situation.
But right now...
There were only five seemingly ordinary Flying Sword.
This instantly rendered his physical body powerless to resist!
Dust billowed up, then slowly settled.
Although the view was blurry, several figures could still be seen slowly stepping into the inn through the main gate.
The person in the lead was a young girl dressed in black.
Her eyebrows were like Yuanshan shrouded in mist, and her eyes were like autumn waters rippling across the surface.
What's most striking, however, is that slightly raised chin.
It resembles finely carved white jade, or solidified agarwood.
It seems that everything in this world must feel ashamed in the face of that snow-white arc.
Behind him followed a beautifully sculpted Daoist boy, as well as an old man and a young boy.
Although the old man and the young man had transformed into human form, the prominent dragon horns and bull horns on their foreheads clearly indicated their Demon identities.
The old man, who had been thrown to the ground, was so taken aback by the strange combination that he was momentarily stunned and didn't react.
What... what exactly is going on here?
Wasn't the Great Tang a human dynasty?
How can there be such a ferocious Great Demon?
And... weren't there a large group of so-called Demon Suppression Bureau people below just now?
Demon are practically crawling on my face, why aren't you doing anything about it?!
Before he could figure it out...
"What are you all standing there for?!"
The Old Red Flood Dragon suddenly let out a shout.
As he directed the large number of black-clad Demon Suppression Guard who surged in behind him to surround the area, he hunched over and moved closer to Jiang Yuechu.
His old face was covered in wrinkles, and he smiled in a very obsequious way.
"Slow down, watch your step... Guards! Clear this place for His Highness at once! If you disturb His Highness, His Majesty skin you alive!"
The Demon Suppression Guard were jolted awake by the shout, knowing that the Demon had been brought back by His Highness, and that His Majesty had been mentioned... so they dared not be negligent.
They hurriedly and frantically began clearing the area.
Niu Ben, standing to the side, frowned deeply.
That Old Loach...
They've truly mastered the art of flattery to the core.
It snorted disdainfully and muttered in a low voice, "It's one thing to follow along on your own, but why bring so many low-level trash with you..."
There wasn't even Mountain-Viewing.
In a battle of this magnitude, they probably wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder.
What use is it to bring this over besides taking up space?
Upon hearing this...
The Old Red Flood Dragon, who was busy currying favor, glared back angrily. "You stupid ox, how dare you call my Great Tang Demon Suppression Bureau a piece of trash?!"
Niu Ben was taken aback by the shout.
Then, as if he had thought of something, his dark face turned deathly pale.
It subconsciously glanced at Jiang Yuechu, who was walking ahead.
The girl paused slightly, though she didn't turn around.
However, the air pressure around him was noticeably lower.
broken!
The Great Tang Demon Suppression Bureau is actually this evil star's maternal family!
If I generalize and condemn everyone, wouldn't I be including this scourge in my insults?
"I... I didn't mean that..."
Niu Ben hurriedly waved his hands, stammering, "I meant... I meant..."
He stammered for ages, but couldn't utter a single word.
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly and rolled her eyes at the two demons.
Then I couldn't be bothered with it anymore.
He walked straight toward the two people who were pinned to the ground.
The ominous star was seen walking away.
Only then did the Old Red Flood Dragon straighten its back.
He glanced sideways at Niu Ben, who was still standing there bewildered.
What a brainless, stupid demon!
What good is brute strength alone?
Those who don't know how to assess the situation and how to please their superiors will eventually be destined to be lowly laborers.
This was his first time being someone's dog.
Having lived this long, even if I've never eaten pork, haven't I at least seen a pig run?
I've witnessed firsthand the grandeur of a true Demon Emperor's entourage back then.
Surrounded by a large entourage, their banners blotted out the sun.
For people like that, when going out to do business, the most important thing is to present a certain image.
If one goes alone, even with extraordinary strength, it will appear shabby and beneath one's dignity.
These Demon Suppression Guard are rather weak.
In a real fight, they wouldn't be of much help.
But what if there's not even anyone cheering or supporting them...?
If Your Highness wins this fight, who will cheer? Who will celebrate?
Wouldn't that greatly diminish its prestige?
This kind of subtle thought is something that even if this stupid ox cultivated for tens of thousands of years, it probably wouldn't understand.
Thinking of this...
The Old Red Flood Dragon grew increasingly smug.
He straightened his clothes and coughed lightly.
He said to Niu Ben earnestly, "Go ahead and learn!"
That's all.
Regardless of whether the black bull understood or not.
He quickly lifted the hem of his robe and jogged after him.
"Wait a minute, old servant... Who the hell spat here?! Old servant will wipe the floor for you first, so it doesn't soil your shoes!"
"..."
The girl was getting closer and closer.
The old man was terrified, yet still held onto a sliver of hope.
As a member of the Daoist tradition, shouldn't I be respected wherever I go?
Even the Fierce Fiend in the Great Tang would have to consider some semblance of propriety and dignity, wouldn't he?
So he took a deep breath and shouted hoarsely:
"Wait a minute!!"
"I am from the Wuxiang lineage, the True Man Cangxuan!"
"Now that you know the name of the orthodox tradition, how dare you..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
boom--
A muffled thud.
Smoke and dust billowed.
The black boots stomped heavily on the wrinkled old face.
He swallowed the rest of his nonsense, along with his mouthful of teeth, back down into his stomach.
The young woman looked down at them, her black robes billowing, and said indifferently, "Actually, I did give you a chance."
If they were truly sensible, they would have packed their things and left as soon as she returned.
Since you don't want to leave with dignity.
Then...
Leave them all here.
"You brat, this is outrageous!!"
A furious roar erupted from beneath his feet.
Boom--
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted.
Behind the old man, the void twisted and distorted.
Primordial Spirit, entirely azure blue, rose from the ground.
His hair was disheveled, and he looked like a madman.
The Primordial Spirit had just condensed.
His left hand immediately Hand Seals, and afterimages appeared at his fingertips.
" The Hundred Rivers Returning Spirit Dragon Curse!"
Then, with a flick of his right sleeve, he unleashed a furious attack.
"Die!!"
boom--
Rolling, azure mist surged and converged into a Azure Wrath Dragon.
Its scales and claws were menacing, and a foul stench filled the air.
It opened its blood-red maw, filled with boundless hatred, and lunged to devour the girl!