Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Nobody had expected Shen Yi to be the first to strike.

He gripped the Ceremonial Blade with both hands, its blade's dark light quickly fading into an absorbing pitch black.

This was his first full-strength strike since reaching the complete Jade Liquid Realm. Stay connected with empire

The Greed Wolf Banishes Evil technique, now enhanced by the Mighty Realm, exhibited sharpness like never before.

Clang—

The Ceremonial Blade slashed down fiercely without the grandiose presence of sword aura from before, silent, purely the essence of sharpness.

The Crocodile Dragon had been cautious in its rage but couldn't muster vigilance against such Blade Technique.

Only when the Black Blade neared did a chill run from the soles of its feet to the top of its head, its face showing shock as it stomped the ground, smashing its scale-armored elbow towards the blade.

To clash bodily against the blade's edge!

Crack crack—

There was neither the sound of flesh being cut nor of metal colliding.

All one saw was scales on the Crocodile Dragon's arm erecting, forming rows of curved blades.

The Ceremonial Blade didn't touch its flesh but instead forcefully scraped off a layer of scales.

Using that split second of reaction time, the Crocodile Dragon abruptly turned, its wide garment lifting, and a thick, powerful tail swung out naturally, as if forged from solid steel and iron, harshly hitting the young man's arm.

Faced with the Demon's preconcealed trump card.

Shen Yi's eyes grew cold as he wielded the Blade Technique of the complete realm with ease.

In a breath's time, he slashed again.

Just as it was about to make contact, the steel-hard tail suddenly became flexible, the previous forcefulness merely a feint to confuse the enemy. It didn't clash head-on with the Ceremonial Blade, instead wrapping directly around Shen Yi's arm.

The next moment, the scales on the tail likewise stood erect.

Hiss!

Just one turn concealed three deadly threats.

The silken robe tore, stained with a hint of dark red.

The Crocodile Dragon's expression wasn't good—it bore scales nurtured over a thousand years that seemed merely part of its body, but in fact had been refined into armor good for both offense and defense.

It was a cherished item essential to its life.

Yet in just one encounter, the eerie Black Knife had sheared away dozens of scales, and it internally cried out in distress.

Where could an injury to the other's flesh compare?

Ferocity gleamed in the Crocodile Dragon's eyes as it exerted strength once more, aiming to crush the youth's entire arm in one go.

That's when it suddenly noticed Shen Yi had opened his palm, gripping its tail tightly.

"You, a mere warrior, dare to wrestle with me?"

The Crocodile Dragon sensed his intention and found it amusing yet also felt provoked and annoyed.

If Martial Artists could rely solely on physical strength to contend with natural-born Demons, they wouldn't need to learn fighting techniques or skills.

This thought had not yet faded.

The next moment, everything in its vision suddenly turned upside down.

Shen Yi, grasping that crocodile tail, had spun it into midair and without obstruction, hurled it away!

Bang!

The Crocodile Dragon tumbled out, its rough claws digging into the rocky ground like rakes.

It shook its flat head, its bulging eyes somewhat dazed.

Then, as if realizing something, it lifted its head, excitement spreading across its face.

It had assumed that the other had unwittingly refined a sliver of the dragon's pill's essence, but to its astonishment...heh...absorption was so perfect!

"Roar!"

Its eyes turned blood red as it bowed and let out a roar.

Such excited, ear-piercing sounds also attracted the attention of others nearby.

At the moment Shen Yi made his move.

Twenty plus Golden Eagle Commandants reacted quickly, casting out their chains, trapping Elder Nu Jian within.

The so-called Demon Suppressing Grand Array was not purely martial arts; aside from techniques, its main feature resided in the material of the chains, which could significantly hinder the circulation of one's breath.

The precondition was... being able to lock them in place.

The Formation Eye, originally occupied by Zhao Kanglin, was now taken by Hong Lei.

The coordination was extremely crude, saying that each was fighting on their own wasn't an overstatement.

The same could be said about the external camp's commandants, who were not accustomed to joining forces to kill, not to mention they were temporarily transferred from different deputy generals. After only a few days of adjustment, they were hardly aware of what their colleagues were good at.

Under such circumstances, a group of Initial Realm Warriors couldn't even get close, and there was even the risk of them causing more harm than good.

Due to these various factors, the Elder, wielding a five-foot-long sword, was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Fortunately, Hong Lei had a solid foundation; although he didn't know how to coordinate with the Demon Suppressing Grand Array, at least he knew the old man was wary of the chains. With this advantage, he could barely manage a defense for a short time.

The opponent was clearly using a secret technique to forcefully sustain himself, burning his life to temporarily return to his peak condition, but he hadn't even fully achieved that secret technique. His momentum was visible to the naked eye as it weakened.

If he could just hold on for three more incense sticks' time... there would be no need for him to act; the opponent would die.

It was just unknown how many more would die within those three incense sticks' time.

And there was an even more critical point, which was the Complete Jade Liquid Realm Demon behind him—no matter how strong Shen Yi was, how long could he hold it off?

The silver-haired Elder swung his sword casually, scattering mighty sword Qi. Hong Lei could dodge, but the Golden Eagle Commandant, holding the chains, couldn't; and he couldn't just stand by and watch the formation be so easily broken, so he gritted his teeth and took the blows.

Countless poisoned hidden weapons and arrows flew towards him.

The Elder didn't bother to dodge, letting those things pierce his skin before brushing them off with his hand.

Poison that would be deadly to anyone else meant nothing to a man already on the brink of death.

Even the roar of the Crocodile Dragon didn't draw his attention as much.

The Elder turned to look back.

He saw the demon, its blue garments torn, obviously enraged by the beatings, stampeding around, causing the very ground to tremble slightly.

Opposite the demon, Shen Yi was slowly sheathing his Ceremonial Blade.

"Hmm?"

A look of confusion surged in the Elder's murky eyes.

To him, this young man's breath seemed long and steady, far from exhausted, so why was he sheathing his blade?

Immediately after, Shen Yi answered his confusion with action.

As his palm gently lifted.

In the silent crimson night, specks of sinister crimson appeared, the air thick with blood fiend, as if this place was turned into a purgatory.

The Elder tightened his grip on the long sword, his previously unflappable heart finally stirred.

He had seen similar scenes before. The General of Qingzhou in his youth often used this strategy, called Four Harmonies True Gang, which earned him a grand reputation throughout Qingzhou.

Five ultimate techniques, each said to be able to suppress one's peers within the same realm.

Yet even the General's Qi was not as dense as what he saw before him now, lacking that bone-chilling ferocity, that maddening crimson, that demonic essence.

He could hardly imagine what it would be like to stand under this sky of Blood Fiend Qi Rain.

"Roar!"

The Qi Rain fell, each drop accurately hitting the Crocodile Dragon.

The millennia-old Great Demon from the Yangchun River was forced to retreat, its precious scales burning wildly under the violent flames that almost instantly engulfed it.

Only a chilling howl filled the area.

At that moment, the young man standing with his hands at his sides suddenly looked in this direction.

Then he lifted his palm again.

"..."

Nu Jian, the Elder, looked up to see the specks of crimson appearing above his own head, poised and ready.

His murky eyes grew even more dim.

Letting his hand loosen its grip, the five-foot-long sword touched the ground with a "clang," resonating crisply.

It was not fear but rather a sense of futility.

Under this Qi, the three sticks' worth of time he had fought so hard to gain now seemed somewhat superfluous.