A Lifelong Passion for Slaying Demons!

Looking at Su Yan, whom he had knocked to the ground with a single punch, Wu Yi could not help but sneer inwardly.

He had not wasted all that time acting along with her; he had finally caught an opening.

That was right, from the moment they met at the dock until now, Wu Yi had been playing along with her act.

He was no lustful man, nor would he be captivated by mere shallow beauty.

If a woman, especially a particularly beautiful one, took the initiative to approach you, then you had better watch out.

Wu Yi knew the true weight of that saying, so the moment Su Yan initiated a conversation with him at the dock, he had vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

He subconsciously called out his stat panel, and sure enough, he found a problem.

Bronze Energy: 0 (Accumulating)

Realm: Mid Qi-Channeling Realm

State: Suffering from internal injuries, half of the meridians blocked. Continuously affected by bewitchment.

Seeing the newly added line in the status bar, Wu Yi knew that the woman before him had issues and was most likely a demon.

He immediately secretly mobilized his true qi for self-protection to ensure he would not be further bewitched.

Then he went along with Su Yan, matching her tune just to find her weak spot.

Just now, Su Yan had finally failed to hold back and exposed her flaw, taking a direct hit from Wu Yi, who had been prepared all along.

Wu Yi controlled that punch extremely well, able to inflict maximum damage on the Su Yan before him while keeping the commotion minimal and ensuring the passenger ship was not pierced through by a single blow.

Even if it created a bit of a stir, people would surely assume it was just the waves.

Without knowing the exact number of demons on this boat, caution remained his top priority.

Looking at Su Yan again, there was now a bowl-sized bloody hole in her body, her clothes were stained with blood, and blood splatters burst out around her.

Although she had fallen to the ground at that moment, she had already propped herself back up.

Logically speaking, if an ordinary person took a punch head-on from a meridian-piercing martial artist at such close range, even if they did not die on the spot, they should be paralyzed on one side with not an ounce of strength left, quietly awaiting the arrival of death.

Yet Su Yan not only had the strength to prop herself up, but she was even caressing her own wound.

Su Yan gently stroked the wound below her abdomen with her hand, then lowered her head to look at the gaping, flesh-ripped bloody hole in her lower belly.

She looked at Wu Yi with a face full of grievance.

"Brother Wu, how cruel of you~"

She wore a pitiful expression, and if not for the fist-sized bloody hole in her body, ordinary people would truly have thought this was some delicate lady from a prominent household!

"Hmph, audacious fiend! How much longer are you going to keep up the act!"

Wu Yi glared furiously at Su Yan, feeling a wave of nausea.

Almost his entire family had perished at Demon Suppression Pass, and Wu Yi held a deep-seated hatred for these demons and monsters!

If you asked what Wu Yi loved to do most, aside from drinking, it was slaying demons!

Earlier, he had merely endured his nausea to play along with her, but now that Su Yan was completely exposed and still acting so shamelessly, it was something Wu Yi could not tolerate.

Seeing Wu Yi in such a rage, Su Yan knew she could no longer keep up the facade.

Under Wu Yi's gaze, Su Yan slowly stood up, and a layer of skin gradually peeled off her body.

That layer of skin was precisely the previous appearance of Su Yan!

"Brother Wu, it seems I want it~"

Her voice no longer resembled the soft whispers from before; instead, it sounded like the tearing of sheet metal.

Wu Yi focused his concentration, wanting to see what manner of fiend this truly was.

He saw that this demon possessed an elongated, viscous, and pitch-black body with slender limbs and wet, fleshy claws.

Its face was completely smooth, devoid of eyes, nose, or mouth, featuring only a horizontal split across the face. When it opened its mouth, a dense row of sharp fangs was visible.

Wu Yi looked closely; this must be the legendary skin-painting demon.

"Brother Wu, you smell so good..."

Seeing that Su Yan still had a large half of her skin unpeeled, Wu Yi immediately decided to strike first.

Take advantage of their illness to kill them—who could resist the urge to strike?

Wu Yi immediately lunged forward in a bound.

At that point, he no longer cared whether the commotion was big or small; just get down to business and finish it.

Wu Yi condensed his true qi onto his right fist, and with a bow-stance lunge, he punched fiercely right into the bloody hole in Su Yan's lower belly.

A muffled explosion blasted out, punching straight through the skin-painting demon. The powerful impact sent it flying backward.

Along the way, it smashed through the wooden pillars of the room, crashing heavily through the wooden partition wall with a loud crunch. Broken wooden boards clattered to the ground as wood splinters scattered and flew.

Although the skin-painting demon's face lacked facial features, one could still sense its utter astonishment at that moment, evidently having its worldview shattered by the beating.

The biggest difference between a meridian-piercing martial artist and a skin-flesh martial artist was that the former could mobilize the true qi within their body, and their lethality was as different as heaven and earth.

If a skin-flesh martial artist churning their body's vital blood could shatter a stone tablet and split rocks with a single punch, then a meridian-piercing martial artist executing a full-power strike while mobilizing true qi could blast through a meter-thick wall.

Wu Yi looked at the large hole the skin-painting demon had crashed through as it flew out, and immediately gave chase.

Instead of chasing to deliver a coup de grâce, however, he headed straight for the lower deck.

He could be certain that Zhou Man was down there!

Even a Su household miss like Su Yan was disguised by a demon; who knew how many more demons were hidden throughout the entire ship.

The worst-case scenario was that the entire boat was filled with demons!

Wu Yi did not dare to gamble, so the moment he beat back the skin-painting demon, he immediately went to track down Zhou Man.

Arriving at the cabin below the deck, cargo was piled everywhere.

Various spice aromas permeated the air, mixed with a faint, lingering muskiness.

Wu Yi covered his nose, but finding it useless, he simply gave up caring.

The top priority was to find Zhou Man first. If the boy really was not on the ship, that would be for the best.

Wu Yi navigated the twisting corridors between the cargo and finally arrived in front of a door.

The musky odor that filled the air earlier seemed much more pungent here.

The door was not tightly shut but half-open, with a faint light glowing from within.

At the same time, waves of ecstatic, bewitching moans drifted out from inside.

Wu Yi could not be bothered with anything else; he only wanted to find Zhou Man as quickly as possible, and pushed the door open to enter.

What greeted his eyes was a deeply glaring and jarring sight.

He saw a figure covered from head to toe in brownish-yellow fur, with a fluffy tail behind it and standing a full human height tall, facing away from Wu Yi.

It was currently straddling a sturdy man, making merry and enjoying boundless pleasure with him. Judging by the man's expression, he was clearly lost in obsession.

After seeing clearly, Wu Yi widened his eyes in utter shock.

Wu Yi expressed that he did not understand, but he respected it.

In a nearby corner, several men were unconscious and bound together, their hands and feet restrained, with something stuffed in their mouths.

Only a single person looked over when the door was pushed open, and upon seeing Wu Yi, they appeared extremely excited, beginning to struggle desperately in an attempt to catch Wu Yi's attention.

Wu Yi naturally noticed the commotion in the corner, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he recognized the person's features.

Clearly, this person was none other than Wu Yi's disciple, Zhou Man!

Meanwhile, the two figures on the bed were still engaged in fierce combat, completely oblivious to Wu Yi's arrival.

Wu Yi hurried forward and untied Zhou Man's bonds.

"Xiao Man, let's go quickly. This place is no place to linger."

"Master, this is Uncle Liu. Can we take him with us?"

Zhou Man asked with a pleading look, pointing his finger at the equally unconscious Uncle Liu nearby.

Wu Yi nodded in agreement; one in his left hand and one in his right would be just right.

As for the others, Wu Yi glanced at the remaining unconscious individuals.

Forgive me for being powerless; I can only hope the officials arrive soon.

Without hesitation, Wu Yi grabbed Uncle Liu with his left hand and Zhou Man with his right, turning on his heel to run.

Suddenly, he felt a faint chill on his back, and spinning around, he unleashed an aerial side kick.

An object flashing with cold light was instantly kicked away by Wu Yi's formidable force, knocking it off its original trajectory so that it embedded itself firmly into the ceiling.

"Little young master, where do you think you're going~"