Kill the Scarlet Plume Kite King! A Bloody Loss!
Wu Xu witnessed the golden light sweep across the city wall and rush straight into the city, and his heart clenched.
"Keep up!"
He hurriedly ordered the remaining two Demon Suppression Generals to rush into the city and desperately followed the direction in which the golden light disappeared.
When they rushed into the city and arrived at the restaurant...
All that could be seen was the Scarlet Plume Kite King transforming into a streak of red light, soaring into the sky from the shattered ruins, and disappearing into the distance at a terrifying speed.
Yang Xiao, riding on golden light, pursued after them.
Two streaks of light, one red and one gold.
In the blink of an eye, the distance was reduced by tens of feet.
High in the sky, Yang Xiao looked at the disheveled red light ahead and silently estimated the distance.
That's enough.
He raised his right hand and immediately activated the Three Calamities Entangling the Body (Gold).
In the palm of his hand, a cloud of molten gold sand silently condensed, causing even the surrounding air to tremble slightly.
Buzz--
He casually tossed it aside as he watched the Scarlet Plume Kite King's retreating figure.
The sandstorm left his hand, and he chased after it without making a sound.
The Scarlet Plume Kite King sensed the movement behind it and glanced back before a blast of molten gold sandstorm slammed into it.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Only a silent, spreading expanse of molten gold sand, like ants gnawing at one's very bones.
In an instant, it clung to the body of the Scarlet Plume Kite King, whose demonic form vanished inch by inch in the sandstorm.
Broken wings, sharp claws, and a body completely worn away by wind and sand.
Before it could even let out a scream, it lost all its strength and fell from the sky, crashing onto a barren slope and rolling out a long ravine.
The Scarlet Plume Kite King struggled to sit up using the remaining half of its body and looked over its body.
His eyes immediately filled with terror.
It frantically channeled its Demon Power, trying to dispel the strange sandstorm swirling around its body.
But it discovered that the golden sandstorm seemed to have grown into its flesh and blood, clinging tightly to its body no matter how it tried to drive it away, and could not be removed.
It could only watch helplessly as its body was gradually devoured.
Yang Xiao arrived shortly after.
As the golden light settled, the Army-Breaking Spear instantly extinguished the life force within the terrified Demon King's head.
[Slayed the Scarlet Plume Kite King at the initial stage of Dao Infant Initial Realm; the "Spirit-Concentrating Sea-Illuminating Art" skill has reached perfect proficiency and is now solidified! The (Gold) attribute "Sea of Consciousness Like an Abyss" has also been solidified!]
On the barren slope, the sand and dust slowly dissipated.
Yang Xiao holstered his gun and stood there, looking at the corpse in front of him, which was now mostly severed, and frowned.
The Three Calamities Entangling the Body is useful, but it also resulted in the erosion of half a corpse.
"I should have used less," he muttered to himself.
The next moment, he activated the Heaven-Devouring Essence Refining (Red).
The spleen earth is used as the furnace, and the celestial circulation is used as the guide.
He opened his mouth and inhaled.
The remaining half of the corpse, along with the bloodstains left on the barren slope, dissolved inch by inch, turning into dozens of drops of extremely pure essence that flowed into his mouth.
Yang Xiao closed his eyes and looked inward.
This vital essence flowed entirely into the Qi Sea to nourish the Dao Infant.
The quantity wasn't large, far less than that of a complete Demon Infant.
But if that small part of the body hadn't been eroded away, it would probably have been about one-fifth the size of Demon Infant.
Yang Xiao thought to himself, "This is truly a huge loss."
The Heaven-Devouring Essence Refining proved in its first battle that Demon flesh and blood could indeed be refined.
How many can be refined depends entirely on the strength and size of the Demon's true form.
He bent down and picked up a fist-sized Demon Infant, glowing with crimson light, from among the ashes, and put it into the Silver Xiezhi Tally.
Yang Xiao packed everything up and turned to return to Linyuan Commandery.
Xu Ruofeng was the fastest, running wildly in the direction where the golden light disappeared.
After chasing for dozens of miles, Yang Xiao finally saw a flash of golden light on the barren slope ahead, and then he returned alone.
Didn't catch up?
Xu Ruofeng's heart skipped a beat.
In the past, whenever the Scarlet Plume Kite King escaped from their clutches, he would randomly choose a city to attack and vent his anger.
Now they're in for a lot of work.
Just as he was about to step forward to ask, Yang Xiao spoke first, "No need to chase after them, they've already been dealt with."
"Now tell me where the Demon King is."
"Sent off?"
What does sent away mean?
Xu Ruofeng looked around and noticed the huge crater that had exploded not far away, and the demon corpse that had vanished on the spot. He looked at Yang Xiao with a somewhat bewildered expression.
"Dead, dead?"
Xu Ruofeng was deeply shocked to receive Yang Xiao's affirmative nod.
They chased it for two months, lost countless brothers, and even a Demon Suppression General died at its hands, yet they didn't even manage to touch a single feather.
In the hands of this young Inspector, from his appearance to his death, he didn't even last the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
The wind swept across the barren slope, and he remained silent for a long time.
There wasn't a single drop of blood on Yang Xiao's dark blue robe.
"Back to the city."
Black-Clothed City.
Ever since the Earth-Splitting Demon Ox, riding under the Old Python Demon Lord, smashed through the city wall, stormed into the Demon Suppression General's Residence, and trampled the Demon Suppression General was wearing black armor, to death, the city has been occupied by the other party.
Having somehow learned that the emperor possessed a magnificent palace, he decided to transform the former Demon Suppression General's Residence into his own Demon Emperor Palace.
The inhabitants of Black-Clothed City include the original Demon Suppression Guards.
If they didn't want to die, they would all be forced to do manual labor, building palaces for them day and night without rest.
Snap--!
The wooden wheel got stuck in the mud.
Several laborers bent over, pushing the cart with the hemp rope taut, but the heavy stones only moved forward a little.
The demon soldier tapped the edge of the carriage with the back of his sword, his face showing impatience.
"Hurry up! If you delay the King's stone materials, none of you will live!"
The shouts echoed from the front of the line to the back, one after another.
The original Bluestone pavement of Black-Clothed City collapsed completely on the day the Earth-Splitting Demon Ox attacked the city.
Rainwater accumulated in a gravel pit, covered with broken stones, tiles, mud, and various filth.
Chen Chuan, one of the surviving Demon Suppression Guards, was also pushing the cart.
The leg injury sustained by the Earth-Splitting Demon Ox when it breached the city had not yet healed, and every time it exerted force, its knee would ache slightly.
He had an old cloth padding his shoulder, but it was still chafed raw by the hemp rope. When he exerted himself, the rope tightened around him, and the sharp pain made his muscles tremble slightly.
He dared not slow down.
If you're a step too slow, the long sword will fall on your back; if you're a step too slow again, your own head will fall.
Chen Chuan looked up and glanced ahead.
The original Demon Suppression General's Residence is no longer recognizable; the gates and walls are completely destroyed, and broken plaques are mixed in with the surrounding rubble.
He glanced at it for a moment, then sighed softly and braced himself against the edge of the car again.
The newly built palace of the Earth-Splitting Demon Ox occupied the former Demon Suppression Division and several surrounding streets.
The high platform was not yet completed, but several pillars had already been erected and countless huge stones were piled up in the open space.
Hundreds of laborers were scattered around, chiseling stones, mixing mud, and carrying logs; the colors of their clothes had long since faded to a similar hue from dust and mud.
It's long been impossible to distinguish who is a craftsman, who is a farmer, and who is a former soldier of the Demon Suppression Division.
A burly man with long black hair and a stubble sat on the steps.
The brocade robe he had taken from the city draped over his body, but it still bulged out over his shoulders and back, revealing coarse, black hair on his chest.
Beside it were several bronze ornaments that had been taken from somewhere, and at its feet were gold and silver valuables that had been salvaged from an old mansion.
It glanced at the height of the stone pillar, then at the spacious courtyard, and still felt it wasn't enough.
"It's only this short?"
Its hand tightened its grip on the bronze ornament, and the ornament deformed instantly.
"The palace pillars I require must be at least ten zhang tall!"
"You bunch of two-legged beasts, are you trying to grind until winter?"
The demon soldiers overseeing the work bowed repeatedly. "Your Majesty, please calm your anger. We will certainly raise the height today!"
"That would be best."
The stubble-bearded man casually tossed aside the deformed bronze ornament.
"If this Demon Emperor Palace can't even accommodate my true form, wouldn't it be a disgrace to me if word got out?!"