Demonic Beast

"A demon... Demonic Beast!"

Someone, with a trembling voice choked with sobs, called out this name that sent chills down everyone's spine.

A deathly silence fell over the deck.

Wang Pangzi's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. His face was ashen, his lips trembled, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. "It's over... it's all over..."

That oppressive aura, so overwhelming it seemed tangible, enveloped everyone. Not to mention ordinary Qi Refining cultivators, even those who had been so powerful and Inner Force just moments before, their expressions changed, and they unconsciously retreated, their eyes filled with horror and fear.

Before true Demonic Beast, even those at the Internal Force Realm are like ants!

"Father... Father..." Bai Feng's voice trembled uncontrollably. His pride and courage were crushed in front of this Purple-Horned Demon Serpent.

Bai Zhanxiong stood protectively in front of his son, his face extremely grave. He gripped the long sword tightly, his palms sweating profusely, but he knew that his strength was utterly insignificant in the face of such a being.

"Don't panic!" Bai Zhanxiong growled, more to bolster his own courage than to comfort his son. "There's Grandmaster on the ship!"

At this moment, their only hope rested on the Grandmaster- level expert at the bow of the ship.

"You beast! How dare you be so insolent!"

A furious roar, as powerful as a thunderclap, resounded through the heavens!

The Grandmaster finally moved! He took a step forward, his figure rising from the ground, his true energy surging, and a powerful aura soared into the sky, forcefully tearing a gap in the oppressive force of the Demonic Beast, greatly reducing the pressure on everyone on the deck.

"Roar--!"

The Purple-Horned Demon Serpent seemed to be enraged. It let out a deafening roar, opened its blood-red maw, and a jet of deep purple venom, as thick as a bucket, shot through the air like a high-pressure water cannon, carrying a terrifying aura that corroded everything, towards the Grandmaster in mid-air!

The Grandmaster remained expressionless, forming a sword with his fingers and slashing through the air!

A sword aura, refined to its extreme, burst forth from the sky. On the sword aura, the faint phantoms of mountains and rivers could be seen, which was the "Mountain and River Sword Intent" that he had comprehended!

The sword energy and the venom collided violently in mid-air!

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening roar erupted! A violent energy shockwave spread outwards like a tsunami. The giant ship's protective shield shook violently, creaking and groaning as if it would shatter at any moment!

The people on deck were thrown about, their blood churning from the aftershocks.

Wang Pangzi plopped down on the ground, staring in horror at the battle in mid-air, muttering, "Is this a battle between Grandmaster and Demonic Beast...? This is terrifying!"

Just as everyone was still reeling from the shock, a figure stepped forward against the violent aftershocks of energy, reaching the very front of the deck.

It was Dongfang Yueming, wearing a straw hat.

"Brother! What are you doing! Come back quickly!" Upon seeing this, Wang Pangzi was shocked and shouted immediately.

"Is this guy crazy?" Bai Feng noticed this scene and couldn't help but exclaim.

Bai Zhanxiong's gaze sharpened as he stared intently at Dongfang Yueming's retreating figure, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Under the terrifying aftershocks, even these Inner Force martial artists had to circulate their internal energy to resist, yet the man in the bamboo hat seemed to be strolling leisurely, completely unaffected!

This person... is definitely not simple!

In mid-air, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

Grandmaster master swordsman's sword intent was unrestrained, each strike containing the power to split mountains and cleave rivers. It clashed fiercely with the Purple-Horned Demon Serpent's body, which was comparable to a divine weapon, and bursts of dazzling sparks erupted.

However, he soon discovered that this Demonic Beast was even more troublesome than he had imagined!

"Hiss!"

The Purple-Horned Demon Serpent roared again, and the pair of gleaming purple horns on its head suddenly emitted an eerie light.

The next moment, an invisible mental shock, like a heavy hammer, slammed into the Grandmaster's mind!

"Ugh!"

The Grandmaster grunted, his body froze, and his sword move momentarily showed an opening.

This is a divine innate Divine Ability inherited from the bloodline of Demonic Beast — Mental Intimidation!

Seizing the opportunity, the Purple-Horned Demon Serpent's enormous tail, like a black iron whip, lashed out with immense force towards Zong Si!

"Not good!"

The Grandmaster, enduring the excruciating pain in his mind, hastily raised his sword to defend himself.

"Clang--!"

With a loud bang, he was sent flying, crashing back onto the deck like a cannonball, creating a huge dent in the hard deck!

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the Grandmaster's face turned pale.

"Grandmaster!"

"How so!"

The hearts of everyone on the deck sank to the bottom. Even Grandmaster had been defeated; did they have any chance of survival? Bai Feng was deathly pale, his body trembling like a leaf.

The Grandmaster struggled to his feet, looking at the Purple-Horned Demon Serpent swaggering in the sea, a trace of resentment and sorrow flashing in his eyes.

[Alas! My Mountain and River Sword Intent, after reaching its Major Accomplishment, has made no further progress, and I have been unable to comprehend the unique aura and domain of Grandmaster. If only someone could assist me and restrain me, things wouldn't be like this...]

Just as he was filled with despair, a calm voice rang in his ear.

"Senior, I can assist you from the sidelines, just be mindful of the timing."

The Grandmaster was startled and turned to look, only to see that the young man wearing a bamboo hat had somehow appeared beside him.

Before he could react, Dongfang Yueming made her move!

He still didn't draw his sword; instead, he simply struck out with his palm from a distance at the enormous Purple-Horned Demon Serpent!

"Sea-Burning Raging Flame Palm!"

Without any earth-shattering display, a terrifying Martial Dao True Intent, blending blazing heat and raging torrents, erupted instantly! A palm print, a fusion of water and fire, disregarded spatial distance and slammed fiercely into the waist and abdomen of the Purple-Horned Demon Serpent!

"Roar--!!!"

The Purple-Horned Demon Serpent let out an unprecedentedly shrill scream! Its indestructible purple scales were cracked and charred in large patches under that single palm strike, the bone visible beneath! An incomparably domineering true intent was frantically eroding its flesh and Vitality!

That palm strike completely stunned it!

The entire hall fell silent once more. Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, as if they were dreaming.

"A great opportunity!"

Grandmaster is Grandmaster after all, and he reacted instantly. A brilliant light flashed in his eyes as he forcefully suppressed his injuries, poured all his true energy into his longsword, and became one with the sword, transforming into a dazzling stream of light that soared into the sky once again!

"The Mountain and River Break!"

Sensing a deadly threat, the Purple-Horned Demon Serpent disregarded its excruciating pain and the desire for revenge; its survival instincts led it to make the most sensible choice. Its single horn glowed again, but this time, it didn't attack; instead, it tore open a deep blue vortex of water in front of it!

Divine Ability - Water Escape!

Before the Grandmaster's deadly sword could arrive, its massive body plunged into the whirlpool and vanished instantly into the vast ocean.

The earth-shattering sword light lost its target, carving a terrifying chasm hundreds of feet long into the sea, which lingered for a long time.

The crisis is over.

A moment of silence fell over the deck, followed by a deafening roar of cheers!

"We won! We survived!"

"Great! We're saved!"

Everyone who had survived the ordeal wept with joy.

Bai Zhanxiong stared at Dongfang Yueming's retreating figure, a storm raging in his heart: [Internal Force Realm... it's definitely the Internal Force Realm! Moreover, to comprehend and unleash such terrifying Martial Dao True Intent at the Internal Force Realm! This... how is this possible?!]

Bai Feng's mouth gaped open, completely speechless. Wang Pangzi rushed over excitedly, wanting to pat Dongfang Yueming's shoulder, but dared not, and could only gesticulate wildly to the side.

The Grandmaster descended from the sky and landed in front of Dongfang Yueming. He looked at the mysterious man in the bamboo hat before him, his eyes filled with complex emotions and gratitude.

"Thank you for your help. May I ask your esteemed name?"

"It was nothing," Dongfang Yueming said calmly. "Will that Demonic Beast return?"

"It shouldn't be," the Grandmaster pondered. "It's already severely injured and has witnessed your abilities; it probably wouldn't dare to provoke us again. However, just in case, we still need to be extra vigilant."

He paused, then tentatively asked, "Is your journey also to return to a remote continent?"

"Take a break." Dongfang Yueming didn't answer his question, but turned around, found a corner, and sat down cross-legged, as if that earth-shattering palm strike was nothing more than a casual gesture to him.

The Grandmaster watched his retreating figure, his suspicions growing ever stronger.

[Who exactly is this person? I've searched through all the surrounding dynasties, and I've never heard of such a person. At such a young age, to possess such strength and composure... what is the purpose of his journey?]