You Have Courted Death!

The golden light arrived in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Zhen was the first to look up, and his face suddenly darkened.

He recognized the golden light as the golden kite he had given to the Yellow Wind Demon King, and his brows furrowed.

Shouldn't that old weasel, Yellow Wind, be staying peacefully in Yellow Wind Mountain?

What are you doing here in Qingzhou City, getting involved in all this commotion?

If their relationship were revealed in front of the Demon Suppression Division, it would very likely expose their collusion with Demon.

A high-ranking Buddhist monk secretly colluded with Demon.

If this scandal is confirmed, the Demon Suppression Headquarters and Xuandu Abbey will be unable to explain themselves, and it may even drag down the entire Lotus Flower Temple.

Xuan Zhen had already prepared the words to reprimand the Yellow Wind Demon King.

"This idiot, how dare he be so ostentatious..."

Boom--!

Golden light landed.

The dust and gravel on the long street were pushed aside by the blast wave.

The kite folded up, shrinking to the size of a palm, and landed back in the palm of a black-armored hand.

Yang Xiao, clad in black armor and a red cloak, carrying the Army-Breaking Spear, slowly stepped out from where the golden light had dissipated, his expression darkening.

His aura, fresh from breaking through to the Dao-Infant Realm, had not been completely concealed; the Five-Colored Core Illumination Light flickered beneath his skin, like a thin layer of glassy fire.

He had been speeding all the way here, his divine sense already spread out.

The oppressive aura of Buddhism pervading the city, the ruins of the Demon Suppression Division, the dying orange-yellow lamp behind the broken wall, Pei Xuance, entangled in a golden-black aura amidst the rubble of the main hall—all these were etched into his mind.

Xuan Zhen's fingers, which were hanging in his sleeve, paused slightly.

What came down from the kite wasn't Yellow Wind, but rather the attire of the Demon Suppression General.

How did Yellow Wind's kite end up in the hands of a human?

In the ruins, Pei Xuance raised his head, and the moment he saw the figure clearly, surprise appeared in his eyes.

He knew Yang Xiao had a reason to stay on the outskirts to kill the Demon King.

But he didn't expect that the other party would return when Qingzhou was in its most critical moment.

Li Hanguang stood with his sword across the ground at the gap in the backyard wall.

He stared in disbelief at the faintly visible Five-Colored Core Illumination Light beneath Yang Xiao's skin.

"He... broke through to the Dao Infant?"

Pei Xuance and Yang Xiao broke through to the Dao-Infant Realm in one day, which should have been a great thing, a grand event that Qingzhou had never seen in a hundred years.

But now that Xuan Zhen has come knocking, he is even more afraid that Xuan Zhen will involve Yang Xiao in the grudges from Qingzhou that happened many years ago.

With so many variables, he couldn't say for sure whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Pei Xuance's gaze lingered for a moment between Yang Xiao and the golden kite.

He recognized Golden Kite.

His throat bobbed, and he glanced casually at Xuan Zhen, who was standing still. He swallowed back the blood that was rising in his throat and kept his voice extremely low.

"Yang Xiao, you... killed Yellow Wind?"

Yang Xiao raised his eyes, but his gaze fell on Xuan Zhen, and he replied calmly, "Kill him."

"..."

Pei Xuance fell into a brief silence.

The Dao Infant Demon, with thousands of years of cultivation, just... suddenly died?

He gazed at the Army-Breaking Spear and suddenly recalled their first meeting on the Guanlan River, when the other party was only at the Liquid Condensation Realm.

How long has it been?

Even he was somewhat taken aback by such a rapid pace of progress.

Xuan Zhen stared at Yang Xiao, his previously calm expression suddenly softening, and a smile appeared on his face.

With the golden kite falling into the enemy's hands, the Yellow Wind Demon King was naturally in grave danger.

Since inanimate objects cannot speak, they naturally wouldn't reveal their collusion, and his anxiety was somewhat relieved.

Judging from his familiarity with Pei Xuance, he should be the Fourteenth Demon Suppression General of Qingzhou mentioned by Yellow Wind.

Unexpectedly, the other party had also formed Dao Infant.

Did Qingzhou have some kind of luck?

Such figures keep appearing one after another; first Qin Lie, Pei Xuance, and now another one.

His eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred...

Yang Xiao glanced at the heavily injured Qin Lie, whose orange-yellow Dao Infant was still emitting a faint light, like a lamp that could go out at any moment.

He then looked at Pei Xuance, who shook his head slightly, indicating that there was no need to worry too much.

I'm doing fine.

Then, his gaze returned to Xuan Zhen.

"You are Xuan Zhen of Lotus Flower Temple?"

Xuan Zhen clasped his hands together.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant. Step aside now, and this humble monk will not hold it against you."

But you seem to have come with ill intentions.

Xuan Zhen's eyes turned slightly cold. "So you're going to stand up for them?"

Yang Xiao slowly gripped the Army-Breaking Spear. He had been able to reach his current level thanks to the help and support of many people in Qingzhou.

The first Golden Trait, "Army-Breaker," was given by Pei Xuance, followed by Xu Qingshan, Zhou Zheng, Yan Tieyi, Lu Changgeng, and others.

Even Qin Lie's foolish words late at night, in retrospect, were well-intentioned.

He remembered everything Qingzhou had given him.

Now that the people of Qingzhou have been beaten like this, he will settle the score.

"You have already chosen a path to death."

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Xuan Zhen laughed loudly, his once kind and benevolent face twisting into a sinister expression.

"I stand by what I said before."

"I say, the fate of Qingzhou ends here today!"

In all his years, he had met countless younger generations, but he had never seen a novice dare to speak to him like that to his face.

Laughter, like a bell, rippled outwards, making the broken tiles on the street vibrate and hum.

You don't need to leave today.

That was all.

Xuan Shen formed golden Buddhist seals with both hands and pressed down from the sky!

The Buddha's seal was about ten feet in diameter, with a solemn and dignified appearance. When it fell, golden light cascaded down like a waterfall. The broken walls and tiles on both sides of the long street were illuminated by the Buddha's aura, and all the dust settled.

Buzz--!

Simultaneously, the chanting of Sanskrit emanated into Yang Xiao's consciousness, one sound after another, striking directly at his soul.

Even the Dao Infant within Yang Xiao's body was trembling slightly, and it sounded like someone was striking a bell incessantly in his sea of consciousness, causing the heavens and earth to shake.

The phrase "Soul Cleansing" shone with golden light, like water being filtered through it, suppressing the shock to the soul.

Yang Xiao did not directly accept the Buddha's seal.

With Void-Treading Step, his figure vanished from the spot.

Boom!!!

Xuan Zhen's palm strike missed its mark.

A huge palm print was pressed into the ground in front of the Demon Suppression Division.

The Bluestone within a radius of several meters all sank, cracks bursting out like a spider web, and dust billowed high into the air.

Did you dodge it?

This young man's Movement Technique were even faster than Qin Lie's.

Xuan Zhen's sleeves fluttered slightly, and the Buddhist seal returned after it had been gone.

But it was too late.

Yang Xiao appeared from the side, the tip of his spear already at Xuan Zhen's chest, thrusting straight in!

The Army-Breaking Spear hummed, Golden Astral Force covered its tip, and the power of the Dao Infant surged forward along the shaft, so fast that it only left a black-gold streak in mid-air.

Xuan Zhen's pupils contracted slightly.

In an instant, golden light condensed into Lotus Platform that lay across his chest.

Clang--!

The black-gold spear tip pierced through the Lotus Platform as if it were nothing, and the lotus petals shattered like broken porcelain. The spear's momentum did not diminish, and it grazed past Xuan Zhen's monk robe, leaving a bloody mark on his chest.

The pain of the burning sensation at the wound site intensified his agony.

Xuan Zhen suddenly changed.

His protective techniques, honed at the Dao-Infant Realm stage, were pierced by a single spear thrust from a young man who had just broken through to the next realm?

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the bloodstain on his chest.

I haven't felt hurt for so many years, but I never expected to experience it today from a naive child who doesn't know humility.

What chilled him even more was that the other person was much younger than his deceased disciple.

Such talent at such a young age, if left unchecked today, will surely become a great calamity in the future.

"It seems I really can't keep you around."