Chapter 471: Chapter 3: A Piece of Cake
Wu Tianlin held Shao Zhongguang fast in his grasp.
He had lost a grandson on this trip, but capturing the infamous Blood Robe would more than make up for the loss.
The Cultivation Technique this Blood Robe practiced was also incredibly strange; he had nearly escaped even when surrounded by three Golden Core demons.
His various Magic could even breach the defenses of a Golden Core Great Demon like him, who was renowned for his physical resilience. Though the attacks were superficial and caused no real harm, it was still impressive.
Magic from an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator couldn’t even scratch him, even if he stood still and let them attack.
’If I can torture the secrets of this Cultivation Technique out of him, it would be an even greater accomplishment.’
Just as Wu Tianlin was dreaming of his future glory, the expressions of both Lan Jintao and the black-robed figure changed drastically.
Suddenly, a Five-Colored hand, large as a mountain, descended from the sky and seized Wu Tianlin’s body.
Wu Tianlin’s face stiffened. He felt an immense, Giant Power crushing him, and his Demon Power was completely restricted, impossible to summon in the slightest.
He instinctively reverted to his true form, transforming into a giant turtle the size of a small mountain, his four limbs churning the seawater.
ROAR!
The giant turtle let out a furious roar, but the Five-Colored hand merely shifted its grip, pressing down upon its back.
Wu Tianlin cried out in pain, completely unable to withstand the Giant Power from the hand on his back. He was crushed downward, plummeting until he slammed heavily onto the seabed.
BOOM!
The seabed shuddered from the immense impact, sending millennia of accumulated silt billowing up like a dark cloud.
Wu Tianlin spat out fresh blood, feeling as if his internal organs were about to be crushed. What terrified him even more was that the Five-Colored hand on his back showed no sign of dissipating. Instead, it grew heavier and heavier, like a great mountain, crushing him until he could barely breathe.
"Help me! Help me!"
He struggled to draw a breath and cried for help, only to see the other two Golden Core Demon Kings standing frozen, not reacting at all.
Lan Jintao looked on as if facing a great enemy, his eyes fixed on the Taoist who had suddenly appeared above:
"Who are you?!"
’Those the Royal Court sent to aid the Hundred-Eyed Great Saint were naturally powerhouses among Golden Core experts. The very reason I was so respectful toward Wu Tianlin was that his Power surpassed my own. Wu Tianlin, considered a powerhouse even among Golden Core Demon Kings, had been neutralized in a single move—as effortlessly as one might kick a stray dog to death. How could I not see this newcomer as a formidable foe?’
"Who are you!"
The large, black-robed man drew the Treasure Saber from his back, Demon Qi flaring around him. His true form was a Netherworld Tiger, and he excelled at capturing Ghosts and turning them into Chong Ghosts. In Magical Combat underwater, however, he was far inferior to Wu Tianlin.
"Hmph."
Yang Jing slung the Long Spear over his shoulder.
He had forged this spear while traveling through the sea, using his Grotto Dark Dharma Eye to casually gather some Spiritual Materials hidden on the seabed. It was a prop, meant to conceal his identity while he used this Silver Fish Demon Body.
The next moment, he executed Water Escape, instantly appearing before the black-robed man and thrusting his spear forward.
The black-robed man hastily brought his saber up, pulling back to block the thrust.
CLANG!
With a deafening clang and a spray of sparks, the black-robed man was sent flying by the Giant Power behind the Long Spear. His arms were numb and weak, and he found he couldn’t even lift them. How could this not fill him with terror?
"Hah!"
He let out a great shout, pushing his Demon Power to its absolute limit.
Innumerable Demon Ghosts surged from his black robe, becoming a myriad of Ghost Shadows that swarmed Yang Jing, intent on devouring him.
Although the black-robed man was a land Demon, he had volunteered to come to the West Sea and assist the Hundred-Eyed Great Saint. He did so because he had heard that countless Demons and Cultivators were dying in the great war, leaving the sea overrun with Ghosts.
Since arriving in the West Sea, he had already gathered over ten thousand Demon Ghosts, and his Power had increased dramatically.
"Die!"
The black-robed man stared viciously at Yang Jing, eager to see him torn to pieces by the myriad ghosts.
But Yang Jing simply formed a two-fingered seal, his expression unhurried.
The next instant, a dazzling Cyan Gold Light flared into existence. When the dense swarm of Demon Ghosts was illuminated by this Divine Light, they vanished like frost under the morning sun, turning to ash and smoke.
The aftershock of the Celestial True Gang washed over the black-robed man. He instantly felt as if ten thousand needles were piercing his body, and the intense pain almost made him scream.
The next moment, a Long Spear pierced through the man’s face and exited the back of his head.
The Netherworld Tiger’s life force was tenacious; it wasn’t completely dead even with a spear run through its brain. Its eyes twitched as it watched Lan Jintao turn to flee, already dozens of yards away.
Yang Jing twisted the spear’s blade, slicing off half of the Netherworld Tiger’s head. He then stored the corpse in his Inner World and used Water Escape to pursue the fleeing Lan Jintao.
As a unique deep-sea species, Lan Jintao’s Tunneling Speed in the water was extremely fast, but how could he possibly match Yang Jing?
Lan Jintao pushed his Magical Power to its limit, but after he had tunneled for little more than a mile, Yang Jing caught up with his desperate flight.
Sensing the enemy closing in from behind, Lan Jintao was scared witless. He never imagined that not only was his opponent so overwhelmingly powerful, but his Tunneling Speed was also this fast.
Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Yang Jing thrust his spear forward, piercing straight through his head. He then stored this corpse in his Inner World as well.
While Yang Jing had been killing two Golden Core Demon Kings in quick succession, Wu Tianlin was still pinned to the seabed by the Five-Colored hand. He struggled with all his might, but still couldn’t budge.
"Master!"
Shao Zhongguang was both shocked and overjoyed. He never expected to be so lucky as to meet his Master here, let alone be saved by him.
When Wu Tianlin heard Shao Zhongguang call the Taoist "Master," he began to thrash his limbs even more frantically.
Yang Jing nodded at his Named Disciple.
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