A Loose Cultivator's Path to Longevity

Chapter 668: Chapter 364: Feng Hex (2)

Then, as if swept by a giant, invisible hand, the dark clouds covering the sky were forcibly pushed apart, forming a massive hole nearly a hundred miles wide.

The downpour ceased abruptly.

Moonlight spilled over the earth, making the surroundings bright and clear.

A moment later, a thunderous roar echoed through the air.

Just then, Lü Zhong unleashed a vicious sword strike. It slammed into Bai Hen, who had been forced back into his true form to defend himself, and smashed him into the ground.

BOOM! A circular shockwave erupted outward.

Rubble and dust from the ruins were blasted into the air.

Without the slightest pause, Lü Zhong, wreathed in starlight, finished his Casting. Three Thunder Spears immediately descended, striking Bai Hen’s vital points: the wolf’s head, chest, and spine.

As the three Thunder Balls exploded, the giant wolf below howled in agony.

However, the Life Force of a Transformed Demon Cultivator is extremely strong. Despite having three new bloody holes in its body, it could still move. Its four claws dug deep furrows into the ground as it desperately tried to escape.

At that moment, a crescent of light fell from the sky.

It was Lü Zhong’s sword, severing the wolf’s head.

But he wasn’t finished. He stretched out his left hand.

His five fingers clawed viciously at the wolf’s head, forcibly extracting Bai Hen’s Primordial Spirit. Then, lightning flashed in his palm, obliterating his Divine Soul, leaving only the True Spirit for reincarnation.

He then seized the Demon Pill.

Only then did Lü Zhong’s heart settle.

The entire execution took less than a hundred breaths. The three Great Demons were still far off, giving him plenty of time to escape.

Just as Lü Zhong was about to let out a long sigh of relief, his expression suddenly changed. The Star Mirror above his head instantly flared with brilliant light, and with a great peal of thunder, he vanished from the spot.

Almost simultaneously, a Light Feather suddenly appeared where he had been standing.

Moments after appearing, the Light Feather detonated in a flash of white light.

The blast was staggering, no weaker than the Wolf Demon’s earlier all-out attack. When the dust settled, a pit dozens of zhang deep remained.

Lü Zhong’s pupils shrank as he stared a hundred zhang ahead.

Somehow, a tall and sturdy old man had appeared there. His long eyebrows were like snow, his nose was like a hawk’s beak, and golden feathers still clung to his cheeks. He wore a dark gold Feather Robe. What shocked Lü Zhong was that in his Celestial Net Eye Vision, this person was like a mobile Demon Qi storm.

Though he advanced at a slow walk, his presence felt like a crushing mountain, making it hard to breathe.

‘Late-stage Transformation… a Half-Saint Demon Peng!’

Lü Zhong narrowed his eyes, his expression graver than ever.

Without another word, he raised a hand and produced three Spirit Talismans—the long-prepared Jia Yuan Heavenly Talismans. He activated them without hesitation, then cupped his left hand, channeling the talismans’ power into the Star Mirror.

This treasure, empowered by the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, swelled in the wind, in an instant becoming a Silver Mirror several zhang in size. The mirror’s surface trembled slightly, and a massive pillar of light, accompanied by the sound of thunder, began to fire wildly at his opponent.

At the same time, with a thought, Lü Zhong produced another six Jia Yuan Heavenly Talismans.

Using his Magical Power as a catalyst, he activated all six Spirit Talismans at once.

Six wisps of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi materialized!

But this time, Lü Zhong did not use them for an attack. Instead, he fused them into the Flood Dragon Spirit Banners, because in the instant he had acted, the Half-Saint Demon Peng opposite him had also struck.

He merely threw a single golden feather, and it shattered all the incoming Mirror Light.

Then his figure turned, and he scattered several hundred Light Feathers with a wave of his hand.

But he was a step too late.

The Six-sided Flood Dragon Spirit Banner was already impressive, and now empowered by Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, its operational speed was incomparable to before. It interwove and spun, forming a multicolored sphere of light that deflected all the incoming Light Feathers.

A cacophony of sharp impacts rang out as the deflected Light Feathers transformed into beams of light, shooting off in every direction.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Explosions rocked the area.

In an instant, calamity struck the surrounding hundred-mile radius.

The earth trembled without end, like an Earth Dragon rolling over in its sleep.

Then, with a clear cry, a streak of light shot from the dust. It was Lü Zhong, who had used the Flood Dragon Transformation Technique while activating the Spirit Treasure, the Giant Spirit Mask, to become a Hundred Feet Giant Flood Dragon.

The Flood Dragon Tail whipped out, lashing down violently.

The series of movements was as smooth as flowing water.

The Half-Saint Demon Peng had just reacted when he was enveloped in shadow. Seeing this, he had no choice but to throw out another golden feather. With a flash of golden light, it immediately turned into a light shield, protecting him within.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The Flood Dragon Tail struck again and again.

The blows were heavy and powerful, enhanced by Magical Power.

In just a few strikes, it hammered a deep pit into the ground.

The target, the Demon Peng, was smashed deep into the earth and out of sight.

It wasn’t over yet. Lü Zhong, now holding a Jia Yuan Heavenly Talisman in his mouth, spat out a violet-gold flame that spewed down from mid-air, mercilessly incinerating everything.

Even so, he was still uneasy. He used up another Jia Yuan Heavenly Talisman. A Flood Dragon Claw grabbed at the air, and empowered by Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, it instantly condensed a thirty-plus-zhang-long Thunder Spear. He then threw it with all his might, and it transformed into a streak of lightning, plunging into the molten pit below.

But what happened next was beyond Lü Zhong’s expectations.

With a flash of bloody light, the Half-Saint Demon Peng appeared.

Although his face was grim, there wasn’t a single wound on his entire body.

‘Completely unscathed?’

Stunned, Lü Zhong’s figure was already retreating rapidly. After reverting to his human form and removing the Giant Spirit Mask, he didn’t even have to think before hastily activating the Star Mirror. With a flash of lightning, his figure vanished.

The power gap between them was so great. He had already used twelve Jia Yuan Heavenly Talismans and brought out his trump card Spirit Treasure. But even with all his cards on the table, he still couldn’t do a thing to his opponent.

‘The might of a Semi-Saint… it’s this terrifying!’

And so, only one thought remained in Lü Zhong’s mind.

‘Flee!’

Seeing this, the Half-Saint Demon Peng hesitated for a moment but did not give chase.

After a while, three figures gathered. It was the Cow Demon from before who had served as bait, along with two other Transformed Demon Cultivators.

When the three Great Demons arrived and saw the devastated scene, they were all quite shocked.

The battle just now, though it lasted less than a hundred breaths, had already changed the terrain. The originally rolling hills had vanished, leaving only a plain of soft, loose earth.

When they discovered that even a Semi-Saint had failed to capture the cultivator, they were even more shocked.

“Lord Feng, the signs of combat here are astounding, and there are lingering fluctuations of powerful Magical Power. Could a Late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator have been involved?” a woman with three white fox tails and a bewitching face asked. Her expression changed as if she had just realized something, her tone a mixture of worry and fear.

“Fox Master! Have you no decorum? Even if a Great Cultivator was here, Lord Feng clearly had the upper hand! Why else would the man have fled in a panic?” reprimanded a black-faced man with triangular ears and a Mid-stage Transformation cultivation.

The bewitching woman fell silent, too embarrassed to speak.

‘In the Demon Court, the one with the highest status is naturally the Half-Saint Demon Peng, Feng He. Below him is this stupid dog general. Even though I’m the leader of the Cyan Fox Race, I’m no match for him. The Demon Race has always had a strict hierarchy; not the slightest transgression is permitted.’

“That’s enough, Tooth Spirit. That will do.”

Feng He, who had been silent all this time, stopped the dog general.

“Yes, Lord Feng!”

Hearing this, the dog general, Tooth Spirit, nodded in acknowledgment.

Only then did the last Demon Cultivator speak.

Before this, he had been standing in the shadows, his body hunched and dressed in a ragged black robe. Only the occasional sound of grinding teeth and sniffing made his presence known.

“What… what should we… what should we do next?”

Feng He glanced at his left hand, where a new, charred black wound had appeared. A murderous glint showed in his golden pupils, but it quickly faded. With a calm expression, he said, “Take Bai Hen’s body. We’re going back. A warning just came from the rear. Some ‘rats’ have snuck into the Spirit Court. We must root them out first.”

Hearing this, the three Demon Cultivators were all startled.

They didn’t expect that a cultivator could successfully infiltrate despite the heavy defenses.

The fate of the Demon Court rested on the Spirit Court. There could be no mistakes.

A demonic wind swirled.

Four figures shot into the sky, streaking towards the depths of the Forest Sea.

…

「Ten thousand li away.」

Discovering that the Half-Saint Demon Peng hadn’t followed, Lü Zhong finally let out a sigh of relief.

He then began to contact his Incarnation.

During the fight, one Incarnation had already fallen, and the remaining one had been trying to contact him frequently. Unfortunately, Lü Zhong had run into the Demon Peng and had no attention to spare.

It was only now that he had a spare moment.