Monster Alliance Four

Zhou Chen's heart clenched in panic. She grabbed Zhou Qing's hand tightly and was about to speak when an extremely faint voice reached her: "Chenchen, don't speak. Leave everything to your master. Rest assured, you are already a disciple of my Heavenly Dao Sect—how could I let you suffer any loss?"

Zhou Chen had no idea what to do now. Hearing Zhou Qing's words, for some reason, a surge of strong trust toward this nominal master welled up in her heart. An indescribable feeling rose within her. She nodded blankly.

Tianxuan Blood Demon remained silent and brooding, but the seductive woman stepped forward two paces, laughing with exaggerated charm. "Aiyaya! My dear little brother, what impressive skills you have! But big sister is afraid you might try some tricks! Judging by your appearance, you're far too clever for your own good!" As she spoke and laughed, her heaving chest trembled. A cloying fragrance drifted over, making Zhou Qing's nose itch.

A flash of golden light flickered in Zhou Qing's eyes, and in an instant he saw through the woman's true form. He cursed inwardly: "Damn, she really is a vixen. This slutty cat can still charm men to death. Is she trying to seduce me now? But now that I've seen her true form, would I have any interest in a mangy cat? She can't even compare to my disciple!"

"Tsk tsk! I say, big sister, I heard you have nine lives. Is that true? How about letting me test it out?" Zhou Qing casually exposed the woman's true form. Besides the legend that cats have nine lives, what other creature could boast that?

The Cat Demon was thoroughly mocked by Zhou Qing, and her fury sent smoke billowing from her seven orifices, her three corpses raging with thunderous wrath. Her face instantly changed color. But this was hardly surprising—the woman was extremely proud of her appearance, having driven countless men to distraction. The Cat Demon reveled in this feeling, deeply savoring the benefits of being human, and subconsciously considered herself not a demon but a person. Ordinarily, even the other three demons dared not utter the words "Cat Demon" in her presence. Now that Zhou Qing had exposed her, how could she not be enraged?

With a sharp cry, the Cat Demon produced a strange weapon in her hand—neither blade nor sword, covered in wolf-fang serrations, faint blue light flickering along its edge, clearly a highly toxic implement. "You ungrateful wretch! Today I'll grind your bones to dust under my Poison Fang Blade! What are you waiting for? Attack!"

Seeing the Cat Demon pull out her trump card weapon, Yuan Wuji let out a long laugh. In his hand appeared a pitch-black rod, over one zhang long and as thick as an arm. Boom! Yuan Wuji slammed the rod viciously into the ground, shattering a square zhang of reinforced concrete into powder, revealing the yellow earth beneath.

The Nether Ghost cackled darkly as well. The dense ghostly aura swirling around him twisted and contorted, finally forming a massive skull. The skull seemed to be laughing, its ghastly white teeth opening and closing in a bizarre, eerie display.

The Eight Extremes Wolf King, by contrast, stepped back instead of forward. Are you kidding me? I've lost my Inner Core—my power is less than half of normal. Going up there would just make me cannon fodder! the Wolf King thought to himself.

Seeing that Tianxuan Blood Demon had no intention of making a move, Zhou Qing understood that the Blood Demon was cautious. Having been startled by Zhou Qing's display, he wanted his four subordinates to test the waters and gauge Zhou Qing's true strength before acting.

Zhou Qing had already formed a plan. He laughed heartily and said, "Do you three chickens and dogs really think you can challenge this Sect Master? With a snap of my fingers, I'll reduce you all to dust!" Zhou Qing had read plenty of web novels in his time and had memorized the grandiose lines of the experts in them. Now, finally speaking them himself, he felt an indescribable satisfaction—more refreshing than eating a ginseng fruit. Indeed, a Nascent Soul cultivator facing three Qi Induction Late Stage demons was as easy as drinking water.

At this moment, the three demons had no idea what Zhou Qing was thinking. They had originally expected Tianxuan Blood Demon to join the fray, with all five demons attacking together, giving them an eighty percent chance of finishing off this arrogant brat who called himself the Heavenly Dao Sect Master. The Eight Extremes Wolf King's retreat didn't matter much—after losing his Inner Core, he was just cannon fodder anyway. But Tianxuan Blood Demon's hesitation threw them off. Without him, Yuan Wuji, the Cat Demon, and the Nether Ghost—though usually arrogant and overbearing—were not completely reckless. Now that they had run into a tough opponent, each assumed a ready-to-pounce posture, but none made the first move.

While the three demons hesitated, they heard Zhou Qing's expert lines cribbed from novels. Their lungs nearly burst with rage. Even a clay figurine had some temper, didn't it? Let alone three demons? Ignoring the gap in strength, the Cat Demon, Yuan Wuji, and the Nether Ghost simultaneously roared and launched their strongest attacks at Zhou Qing.

A sky-full of pitch-black rod shadows, accompanied by howling winds, swept toward Zhou Qing. Yuan Wuji was originally a mountain giant ape who had absorbed the essence of sun and moon, cultivating for over three hundred years. Fifty years ago, he had finally shed his original form and taken human shape. Possessing immense strength and a naturally restless disposition, he had little interest in meditation-based spells and rarely practiced them. In battle, he relied on this Limitless Rod—forged from the finest refined steel and infused with the five elements' essence—combined with his monstrous strength and agile speed, and rarely suffered losses. This strike against Zhou Qing, fueled by his fury, used all the strength of his lifetime. The originally black rod tip faintly glowed red—the Limitless Rod, moving at an inconceivable speed, had generated enough friction with the air to heat the metal red-hot!

The Nether Ghost, though half a beat slower than Yuan Wuji, was even more spectacular in momentum. Amidst cackling laughter, the already massive skull expanded after the Nether Ghost spat out a stream of yin energy, swelling to over ten times its original size. Its basket-sized maw opened wide, gleaming white teeth flashing with sharp light. By the look of it, even a block of refined steel would be crushed to bits. Especially when the skull's massive jaws opened and closed, faint black mist emerged—the very Five Poison Smoke Cloud that had nearly caught Zhou Qing off guard.

By comparison, the Cat Demon's attack was far less impressive. Without any grand display, she simply tossed her Poison Fang Blade, which transformed into a thin streak of blue light, merging into Yuan Wuji's rod shadows, silently shooting toward Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing did not dare be careless. He fully mobilized the divine sense and power of his Second Primordial Spirit, diverting seventy percent to guard against a sneak attack from Tianxuan Blood Demon. This leader of the Monster Alliance—Zhou Qing was deeply wary of him! Clang! Like a divine sword being drawn from its sheath, a vast cyan light swept toward the sky-filling rod shadows and the enormous skull, its momentum completely overwhelming Yuan Wuji's rod shadows and the Nether Ghost's skull.