The Might of a Demon King

At the thought of this—

Boom!

The rock beneath Jiang Yuechu's feet shattered in an instant.

She shot forward like an arrow loosed from the string, straight at the two Ram Demons fleeing for their lives.

The beasts had panicked and taken the wrong path. One behind the other, they had crowded into a narrow mountain pass.

"Perfect."

Red light flickered in the young woman's eyes.

Her Golden Core hummed furiously. She poured out every last drop of true qi from her Perfect Core Formation cultivation.

Crack, crack!

Her tendons snapped taut as all that true qi surged into her right hand.

Yin-Yang Crisscross Hand!

She drew the five fingers of her right hand together, their tips slightly curled like a venomous snake. Black and white qi whirled madly between her fingers and palm.

"Die!"

The word came out in a low growl.

Jiang Yuechu closed on the two demons from behind in an instant.

Her arm shot out like a spear!

Squelch!

Her slender, fair-skinned hand punched straight through the rear Ram Demon's heart.

But it did not stop!

Dragging a spray of blood and shredded flesh with it, her hand plunged into the chest of the demon ahead!

Two birds with one arrow!

She had skewered the two Core-Formation Great Demons like candied fruit on a stick.

"Uh..."

The Ram Demons convulsed and looked down blankly at the bloody holes in their chests.

Jiang Yuechu's face remained expressionless. She ignored the blood soaking her sleeve, reached into the warm, reeking chest cavity, and took hold of the heart still tethered by flesh.

"Ah... aaah!!"

Then came a wet rip.

She tore out a dark-red heart that was still faintly beating.

Why only one?

The heart of the demon behind had burst under the force of her first strike.