Yellow Wind Erodes the Bones, Bronze Bell Seizes the Soul, Slaying the Yellow Wind Demon King!
Yellow Wind, carrying fine sand, rushed towards him, making a dense, soft rustling sound that blurred his vision.
Yang Xiao reached out and snatched the Army-Breaking Spear back into his hand.
The Eroding-Realm Mystic Light moved with his thoughts, and the Yellow Wind surrounding him dissipated, causing the fine sand to fall to the ground in a flurry, having lost its pull.
Driven by his will, a gap was suddenly created in the location facing the Yellow Wind Demon King by the Eroding-Realm Mystic Light.
Yang Xiao immediately stepped inside.
He closed the distance in a single step and thrust his spear forward!
Puff--!
The spearhead tore through the Demon Power protecting the body and pierced the Yellow Wind Demon King's shoulder. Blazing white Solar Flame surged into the wound, scalding the flesh with a sizzling sound.
Yellow Wind Demon King groaned, his Demon Power surging wildly towards his shoulder.
But as soon as the Demon Power gathered, a sharp burning pain shot through his sea of consciousness.
"Aww--!"
It quickly retreated several feet, its expression suddenly changing.
At this moment, the Yellow Wind Demon King finally admitted that what he had encountered was no ordinary newly promoted Dao Infant.
If this continues... it might even die at the hands of this young man.
The Yellow Wind Demon King lifted his drooping eyelids, and the life force restored by the Longevity-Extending Treasure Lotus surged within him; he no longer conserved his Demon Power.
The Yellow Wind that had been spreading all around were drawn back to their sides.
Layer upon layer of sand swirled around it, compressing and solidifying.
Boom--!
In the center of the churning sandstorm, a pale golden ferret, the size of a palm, appeared on the body of the Yellow Wind Demon King; it was its true form as Demon Infant.
The Yellow Wind Demon King's voice rolled out from the depths of the sandstorm, no longer as leisurely as before.
"I'd like to see—"
"You newly awakened Dao Infant, can you withstand this attack from me!"
Yang Xiao looked at the pale golden sable and gripped the Army-Breaking Spear tightly.
Having already adapted to the Spiritual Power circulation of the Dao-Infant Realm after several exchanges, he had never seen such a fighting style—directly revealing one's own nascent soul—against a seasoned Dao-Infant Realm Demon Infant Demon King.
The phantom of the Demon Infant hovered above the head of the Yellow Wind Demon King. When the tiny body opened its mouth, the Yellow Wind within a radius of several miles was stirred by it.
At the same time, the sand and gravel on the ground were swept into the air.
Gravel, sand, and even broken, dead trees were uprooted.
Everything that could be carried away by the wind became a weapon of mass destruction.
They formed waves in mid-air, crashing down on Yang Xiao from all directions.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each grain of sand and stone was enveloped in Demon Power, smashing out a series of deep pits.
Yang Xiao lightly touched the ground with his feet and unleashed the Void-Treading Wind-Chasing Steps.
His figure weaved through the sand, the fine sand that landed on him was wiped away by the Eroding-Realm Mystic Light, and in the end, not a speck of sand touched his body.
With each step he took closer, the Eroding-Realm Mystic Light pushed outwards a step further.
Wherever it passed, the Demon Power attached to the Yellow Wind was eroded away layer by layer, and the sand and stones, losing their pull, fell to the ground.
When they were only ten feet away from the Yellow Wind Demon King, the Army-Breaking Spear flashed with a blazing light.
Golden Astral Force covers the blade, and Solar Flame congeals at its tip.
Yang Xiao took a step forward, his spear piercing straight into the chest and abdomen of the Yellow Wind Demon King!
The Yellow Wind Demon King hastily conjured a protective barrier of yellow sand.
However, most of the Demon Power on the protective barrier had already been instantly eroded by the Eroding-Realm Mystic Light.
Puff--!
The protective barrier was pierced by a single shot.
The spearhead pierced his chest and abdomen, the immense force carrying him through his emaciated body, sending him flying horizontally before crashing heavily into a distant hillside.
Boom!
Half of the hillside collapsed, with rocks tumbling down and dust billowing into the sky.
Crimson Lion Flame, icy blue frost, and scorching Solar Flame surged into the wound, burning the Yellow Wind Demon King, who was embedded in the mountain wall, causing him to convulse.
It tried to escape, but the Army-Breaking Spear embedded in its body had already pinned it to the rock wall.
As Yang Xiao drew ever closer, panic flickered in the eyes of the Yellow Wind Demon King for the first time.
A direct confrontation is futile.
There's no escaping it.
Could it be that after living for hundreds of years, it is destined to perish at the hands of a young man who has just broken through to a higher realm?
As Yang Xiao drew closer, it quietly removed the bronze Soul-Seizing Bell from its waist.
This bell has been with it for hundreds of years. Countless Mystic Core and Core Illumination martial artists have had their souls shattered by the sound of this bell. Even Dao-Infant Realm can be troubled for a moment, giving it a brief respite.
It poured all its remaining Demon Power into it and shook it violently.
Ring ring ring--!
The piercing noise was overwhelming, wave after wave, pouring into Yang Xiao's sea of consciousness, making his soul feel as if it were being scraped by a dull knife!
"..."
Yang Xiao paused, his brows furrowing slightly.
The sound of the bell gave him a feeling that the world was turning upside down, and he was about to fall to the ground...
Is this the attack on the soul that Qin Lie mentioned earlier?
More importantly, while his cultivation had reached the Dao Infant, his physical body was still at the Core Illumination Perfected Stage. Under the harsh sound of the musical notes, he vaguely felt that his soul was about to separate from his body.
He didn't know many terms related to this topic, and his mind was in a daze.
However, at this moment, the [Soul Cleansing] entry in my sea of consciousness shone brightly, like a clear spring being poured over my head!
The swirling noises were filtered out layer by layer, and my mind regained focus.
Just a moment later.
Yang Xiao lifted his foot and continued to approach the Yellow Wind Demon King.
"Wait..." The Yellow Wind Demon King's hand, which was ringing the bell, froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with astonishment.
But even a gesture of surprise was a luxury at this moment, so he hurriedly tried to decline.
"You think that killing me will bring peace to Qingzhou?"
Yang Xiao did not stop walking.
The Yellow Wind Demon King stared at the approaching figure, panting as he continued:
"Master Xuanzhen has already entered Qingzhou City."
"How long do you think Qin Lie's body can hold out?"
Yang Xiao paused for a moment, then quickened his pace.
If this old demon is not eliminated, even if he rushes back to Qingzhou, he will still leave behind a great threat.
At that time, Guanlan Commandery today will be Qingzhou tomorrow.
Seeing that he had failed to persuade Yang Xiao, the Yellow Wind Demon King's pupils shrank sharply.
It forcefully gathered its Demon Power, and exhaled the last remaining trace of Yellow Wind essence in its chest cavity!
Call--!
A thick Yellow Wind rose into the sky, obscuring Yang Xiao's vision and also blocking its own escape route.
Despite the chaos of his Demon Power, the old demon twisted his body to the side, attempting to escape.
But it forgot.
Or rather, it no longer had the energy to think about the spear still stuck in its body.
This disheveled state was fully displayed in Yang Xiao's eyes. He didn't use the Army-Breaking Spear, but drew the Shadowless Blade from his waist and directly unleashed a Gold-Shattering Jade-Collapsing!
Clang--!
With a hoarse roar, Golden Astral Force, wrapped around the blade, swiftly severed the head of the bald weasel.
Demon blood poured down like a pillar, instantly staining the surrounding ground red.
Yang Xiao took a half step back.
The divine sense never left the corpse.
He was all too aware of the existence of the Dao-Infant Realm.
Even if the physical body is destroyed, the Dao Infant will not perish and can be nurtured into another body.
It's still unknown what changes might occur with this old demon's corpse.
Really.
The next moment.
From the dantian of that demonic body, a pale golden light emanated, and a small, pale golden sable emerged from it.
It was the size of a palm, with an earthy yellow color, and it was the Demon Infant of the Yellow Wind Demon King.
It glanced at its true form on the ground, showing no lingering interest, then looked back at Yang Xiao. Seeing that the other was silently watching it, it immediately showed a look of horror.
Not daring to linger for even a moment, they used their remaining Demon Power to flee frantically into the distance.
The Demon Infant separated from the body and transformed into a pale golden stream of light, instantly traveling a distance.
The Yellow Wind Demon King no longer dared to make any threats.
It only wanted to protect the last remaining Demon Infant and escape as far away as possible.
Yang Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, using his divine sense to lock onto that faint golden light.
Void-Treading Wind-Chasing Steps, his figure transforming into a streak of black and red light as he pursued the enemy, the wind whistling past his ears as he retreated.
The little ferret suddenly turned around.
It hissed and, with its remaining essence, once again drove the Yellow Wind to pour into Yang Xiao's eyes.
Yellow sand filled the sky, covering everything.
Yang Xiao drew upon golden energy to condense a spear, which he aimed precisely at the Demon Infant, and then suddenly shot it out.
Puff--!
The spear struck the pale gold ferret squarely, which writhed and struggled frantically, hissing until its voice grew weaker and weaker.
But only a few breaths.
The last glimmer of pale gold light also completely faded away.
The sound of the wind suddenly dissipated.
The yellow sand, having lost its traction, fell in a soft rustling sound.
The dull, lifeless Demon Infant fell from mid-air into Yang Xiao's palm, still slightly warm.
Its entire body is pale yellow, and it looks like a small ferret, embodying the pure essence that this old demon has cultivated and refined over thousands of years.
Yang Xiao glanced at it with a hint of curiosity.
This was the first time he had ever seen Demon Infant left behind by Demon King at the Dao-Infant Realm after his death.
He did not study it on the spot.
He tucked the Demon Infant into his arms, and while he was at it, he picked up the bronze Soul-Seizing Bell from the corpse of the Yellow Wind Demon King, before turning and rushing towards Guanlan Commandery.
Guanlan Commandery, city wall.
After the Yellow Wind dissipated, the sky outside the city remained gloomy, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
After an unknown amount of time, a dark red figure landed back on the city wall.
The Demon Suppression Army raised their heads.
The young general returned alone, his armor covered in fine sand, his robe torn in several places, yet he stood ramrod straight.
Looking further out of the city, the Yellow Wind that had swept across the sky had completely subsided.
As the sandstorm subsided, the wilderness revealed its original appearance once more.
The crowd had a general idea of what would happen, but some still couldn't help but look behind him.
It was as if that old demon might emerge from the sandstorm at any moment.
The Deputy General had come forward earlier was about to clasp his hands in greeting when Yang Xiao squatted down first and reached into the Black Rock Demon King's arms.
A cool, pure Yao Qi Demon Core was obtained.
This is the Demon Core of a Demon King at the Core Illumination Realm; we can't forget to take it.
He casually put it away, but his hands didn't stop; he reached into the Black Rock's sleeve again.
My fingertips touched something else, about the size of my palm, made of paper, yet exuding a cool, metallic feel.
Upon taking it out, I saw that it was a golden paper kite.
The kite's wings, as if cut from gold foil, shimmered with iridescent light, but at this moment they were drooping together listlessly, without making a sound.
Yang Xiao fumbled around for a moment.
When the fingertip brushed against a fine line at the base of the kite's wing, a wisp of energy within the line was drawn in, and it became slightly hot upon contact with Spiritual Power.
Spiritual Power is infused.
Buzz--!
The kite trembled slightly, its wings unfurled a crack, and golden light gradually emanated from its body.
Seeing that the method was effective, Yang Xiao increased the amount of Spiritual Power he poured in until the golden kite in his hand grew to a size that he could easily support.
Yang Xiao looked around, his eyes filled with curiosity.
The Deputy General remained half-bowed, a bellyful of words stuck in his throat.
Yang Xiao casually gave instructions while adjusting the golden kite.
"The Demon King is dead. You are to take care of the city."
"Treat the injured first, we'll report back on the rest later."
The sound wasn't loud, but to the ears of the Demon Suppression Guard the street, it was like a thunderclap.
The Demon King is dead.
That terrifying Demon King is dead!
The Deputy General paused, and seeing that Yang Xiao truly had no intention of giving any further orders, immediately stepped aside, turned around, and roared hoarsely:
"Make way! Make way for the general!"
Yang Xiao silently poured all his Spiritual Power into it.
Buzz--!
A golden kite hovered on the ground. Yang Xiao stepped onto it and stood on top of it.
The next moment,
With a flap of its wings, the kite soared into the sky!
Call--!
The wind howled in my ears, and the town of Viewing Waves, which had just been there, was now only the size of a palm.
All the Demon Suppression Guard rushing about the streets looked up at him with reverence, as if they were looking down upon a god in the heavens.
Yang Xiao stood on the back of the kite, his robes fluttering in the wind.
The black armor reflected the sunlight, while the red cloak burned into a line in the wind.
The golden kite soared into the clouds, then turned into a golden light and disappeared into the horizon in the direction of Qingzhou City.