Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 561 - 485 No Need for You to Kneel Under the

Chapter 561: Chapter 485: No Need for You to Kneel Under the Blue Sky, You’re Unworthy

Chapter 561 -485: No Need for You to Kneel Under the Blue Sky, You’re Unworthy

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Wu Jun’s demon soul might not be able to fully unleash the Town Stone’s strength.

But even so, its speed was still much faster than the other three Great Demons at the twelfth layer of Return to Void, which was sufficient to prove how terrifying the concentration of its bloodline was.

More importantly, the Town Stone was in the most prosperous state of a demon.

And the three Turtle Demon generals that appeared were all acquaintances, already in their twilight years.

In an instant, Wu Jun had caught up to the two figures in front.

It leaped up fiercely, the golden patterns on its body spreading out once again, emanating a mysterious aura, like an indestructible shield armour, blocking the two.

“Uncles, can’t you see your nephew here? Where are you hurrying off to in such a fluster?”

Wu Jun revealed a fierce smile, and the scars on its face slightly opened and closed.

But the tight grip of its hand and the action of conjuring golden patterns right off the bat revealed its inner unease.

A twelfth-layer Return to Void cultivation placed one among the top powerhouses in Nan Hong’s region.

Above that, one was either an Immortal Sect Elder or a widely famous Great Demon of the Dragon Palace, or at the very least, a trump card guarding a faction’s power.

Going one against three, Wu Jun did not even have a ten percent chance of winning.

But as a Town Stone, even if it shattered on this spot today, it had to gain enough time for its master to escape.

“No matter how well you mimic, you’re still but a lifeless object. Why bother, Sect Master Shen.”

The Turtle Demon Third Uncle leisurely approached from a distance, eyeing Wu Jun’s gaze.

It was rather familiar with Spirit Puppets. Behind this seemingly lively stone puppet, Shen Yi must surely be manipulating it.

As the voice lingered, the other two hunched figures also cast indifferent glances over.

The next moment, the sky-filled golden patterns spread out all at once, as the three exerted their Divine Skills with all their might, undeniably forcing Wu Jun back.

The dense golden patterns spread out like a heaven-sent net, covering the entire mountain range.

“Finish him off quickly, we have matters to attend to.”

Compared to an insignificant Sect Master nobody cared about, that real deal Daozi was more important.

The hoarse voice echoed across the heavens.

In an instant, the three figures vanished from their spots, the raging killing intent enveloping Wu Jun entirely.

Returning to simplicity and truth.

Without grand momentum, the overwhelming demonic power was wholly concentrated in the blade’s edge.

The terrifying demon body that could make Immortal Sect cultivators green with envy, every move it made, contained the power to move mountains and traverse seas.

Crack—

For the first time, Wu Jun made a move to dodge; the scarlet Blade Qi grazed its shoulder and tore straight through the mountain beneath, tilting the entire piece of land with a thunderous roar, as if it was about to sink into the water.

It didn’t have much time to react.

A withered hand, resembling an eagle’s claw, calculated Wu Jun’s response perfectly and, while it was unprepared, viciously reached towards its spine.

For a normal cultivator or demon,

just that one palm would have been enough to rip out its heart.

Click! Click!

The equally old Turtle Demon withdrew its hand, its gaze shifting from Wu Jun’s pierced chest to the handful of rubble in its palm.

It squeezed hard,

only to see that the rocks did not turn to powder but oozed out a pool of blood.

It was pure and concentrated Golden Patterned Turtle blood.

Seemingly made of stone yet fashioned with flesh and blood.

The mere sight of it revealed the cruel nature of its construction.

Such a bizarre scene caused the elder’s eyes to slightly squint, “I didn’t expect Sect Master Shen to be an Evil Cultivator. When it comes to action, you’re even more ruthless than us demons. Have you considered joining the Dragon Palace instead?”

“Huff…”

Although Wu Jun’s bloodline and cultivation were enhanced, in terms of experience, it was still the greenhorn at the tenth layer of Return to Void in front of these figures.

There was no chance of winning in a fight.

But since the other party was willing to chat, it didn’t mind.

After all, all it sought was to buy enough time for its master to make a distant escape.

Just then, the third person who had yet to appear was now silently standing behind Wu Jun, with a swift flick of the fingertip towards a flaw amid the golden patterns, the corner of the lips lifting in a sneer, “We’re just jesting, do you really think you’re eligible?”

After slaughtering so many of the Turtle Army’s lives, dreaming of joining the Dragon Palace is a daydream.

Shen Yi couldn’t possibly have the chance to see the Seven Dragon Descendants.

The three Turtle Clan generals, upon their first move, displayed almost perfect coordination.

These demons were the main reason Kor Old Seven could secure his position.

Boom!

Even though Wu Jun was stronger in cultivation and crushed the three in bloodline,

it was yet again blasted away by that fingertip strike, seemingly powerless to retaliate.

At the same time.

The Third Uncle of the Turtle Clan already held the long blade obliquely, standing in the direction from which Wu Jun was falling, looking up indifferently.

His five fingers slowly clenched the hilt of the blade.

Demonic power as thick as blood plasma poured entirely into the blade edge.

The entire canopy of the sky was filled with crimson, like the most splendid sunset, with layers of fierce aura churning like waves.

“…”

The Third Uncle of the Turtle Clan paused for a moment, aware that there was a reason for the crimson that filled the skies, but that wasn’t the whole story.

Amidst the glow of the red sky, the roars of ferocious beasts could be heard.

A towering Dao Palace stood in the sky, with nine demons accompanying it, and the blood-red figure sitting on the cushion opened its eyes, gazing down below.

As the rocky skin peeled away, six brand new Dao Pillars appeared at the very top of the great hall.

On the pillars were faces that the Third Uncle found familiar.

They seemed to have been seen in the Turtle Army before, all of them promising younger members, remembered to have accompanied Wu Jun to Xuan Yue City to seek marriage.

Trapped within the Dao Pillars, they instead directed their ferocious gazes back at him.

Of course, it would take more than just a few youngsters to render a Great Demon of the twelfth level of Return to Void in a daze.

What truly made his pupils constrict was.

The seven and a half-story-tall Dao Palace, teeming with a dense purple qi that was suffocating.

Pure, without any mixed color.

As if in the eyes of heaven and earth, aside from Hongmeng Purple Qi, there was no other divine favor worthy of such a celestial palace.

A whole six strands of purple intent, each one far surpassing what normal people could comprehend in richness.

What kind of heaven’s favorite must one be to possess such a flawlessly perfect Dao Palace?

In an instant, celestial music sounded all around.

Purple qi coming from the east.

Heading towards the newly forged eighth layer.

At this moment, however, a hint of confusion flickered in the Third Uncle’s eyes, and even the raised blade unconsciously dropped.

It was because the celestial music abruptly stopped, as if heaven and earth were declaring their displeasure, and that stream of purple qi… actually changed direction, rushing towards him.

He, a Golden Patterned Turtle Demon, could actually attract the attention of heaven and earth?

Such a wonder had never happened in Nan Hong before.

“Third Brother! Get out of the way!”

A hoarse roar from his two other brothers rang in the Third Uncle’s ears!

He watched helplessly as the purple qi passed through his body, utterly ignoring him and moving on to the area behind him.

The hunchbacked old man finally realized what was happening. frёewebnoѵēl.com

He swiftly retracted the golden patterns, protecting himself as he turned in shock to look behind him.

There,

a young man stood suspended sideways.

His somewhat disheveled hair fluttered slightly, and on his face as pale as jade, golden flames danced. In those indifferent eyes shone purple-gold.

The ink robe billowed, taking in the last strand of purple qi into his body.

Between the billowing sleeves, the hand covered with a silver-grey, ferocious wrist guard grasped the imposing Dragon Lance with detachment.

Under the amplification of the fully realized Guixu Immortal Armor,

Tianyan Forty-Nine combined with the full power of the Azure Dragon Shattering Star Spear was unleashed.

In that moment,

the Third Uncle of the Turtle Clan even felt as though he had looked up to see a desolate azure sky.

The purple-gold flame roared and swept through, as if igniting a dazzling twilight in the midst of that azure sky.

Followed by a deafening dragon’s cry!

Pfft—

Shen Yi calmly held the long spear, its shaft piercing through the hunchbacked old man’s neck, and the dragon-head shaped spear blade greedily swallowed the plasma.

Thud.

The Third Uncle of the Turtle Clan remained immersed in the azure sky that only he could see, within those wisps of clouds, as if hidden were countless eyes aloofly watching him.

He knelt down on his knees, the blade slipping from his hand.

He even felt an urge to bow his head in homage, but held by the spear, he was unable to bend down.

Shen Yi casually withdrew his long spear, with a flick, the blade shaped like a silver moon flew through the air, decapitating the dazed head.

With such an action, he formed two silent words.

No need for formalities—