Stealing the Kill?

"Yue Huaiyuan?!"

The demon shrieked, its face draining of color.

How had that old bastard gotten here so fast today?!

There was no time to think. It raised its steel trident to block.

Clang—!!!

The thunderous clash of metal sent the river water surging backward.

The steel trident shattered instantly.

The spear drove on, piercing its shoulder. The tremendous force hurled it backward and pinned it deep in the mud along the riverbank.

"Aah!!! Yue Huaiyuan! If you kill me, the Little Demon King will hold you accountable!!!"

Its agonized screams rang through the sky.

The demon thrashed wildly. Black-red blood gushed out, staining the river.

At the far end of the long street.

A burly figure slowly came into view.

He was too far away for anyone to make out his face, but his presence sent a surge of warmth through every Demon-Suppression Guard's heart.

"It's General Yue!"

"General Yue has made his move!"

The burly man said nothing. His figure blurred as he stamped down and shot low across the ground toward the riverbank.

While still in midair, he curled his right hand into a loose fist.

Overwhelming true qi took shape around it. He was clearly about to deliver the final blow to the badly wounded Great Demon.

"Die!"

He roared.

Despair filled the demon's eyes. It could only watch as the iron fist that would smash its skull drew closer and closer.

But then.

At that hair's breadth from death.

Whoosh—!!!

A shrill sound tore through the air. Though it came later, it arrived first.

A silver-white blur swept across the riverbank in an instant.

Then came.

A flash of gold-white blade light.

Squelch—

Nothing slowed the blade.

The demon, still struggling a moment before, went rigid.

Its enormous head flew skyward. Scalding demon blood erupted