“Big Brother!”
In the brief moment it took the Spring Demon to roll on the ground and dodge the three flying needles, he saw the Nether Demon lose his life on the spot. A chill instantly ran down his spine, his heart a mixture of shock and fury!
This brat... his methods are truly ruthless!
“Die!”
Right at that moment, a furious roar exploded in his ears as the blade of the Yellow Demon, one of the four, arrived!
The blade-glow was fierce, cutting through the wind.
However, without the combined array to restrict him, these three posed a far lesser threat to Shen Xiuhan!
“Swift Swan, Swimming Dragon!”
Shen Xiuhan's figure suddenly unfurled like a swimming fish cutting through waves or a swift swan skimming over water, effortlessly dodging this wrathful slash.
Before his toes even touched the ground, he flipped his wrist and threw!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Seven or eight copper coin darts rained down like scattered flower petals, glinting like cold stars as they enveloped the Underworld Demon and the Yellow Demon!
The two demons felt a chill in their hearts. Not daring to be careless in the slightest, they hurriedly spun their scimitars into an impenetrable defense.
For a moment, the relentless clanging of clashing metal rang out, sparks flying in all directions.
Yet, neither of them noticed...
Hidden amidst the rain of copper coin darts.
Was a flying dagger laced with Mystic Ice Force!
The Yellow Demon had just deflected two copper coin darts, and before he could pull back his blade, a bone-chilling cold rushed straight at his face!
“Not good!”
Shocked to his core, he violently jerked his head to dodge.
But it was too late!
The flying dagger was so fast it was a mere afterimage, sinking into his right eye socket in an instant!
Squelch!
The blade pierced his flesh, and the cold energy exploded!
The Mystic Ice Force poured into his skull from his eye socket like a bursting dam, instantly spreading throughout.
Even his other intact eye was frozen by this bone-chilling cold force. The final image reflected in his pupil was an endless, stark white.
“Aaaah! Help me! Second Brother, save me...”
The Yellow Demon shrieked in agony, flailing his arms wildly as he stumbled backward.
Before his voice could even fade!
Whoosh!
Another flying needle pierced the air, striking him dead-center between his brows!
The Yellow Demon's screams cut off instantly.
He stood frozen for a breath before collapsing straight backward onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
“Third Brother!”
The Underworld Demon let out a heart-wrenching roar, his eyes turning blood-red.
Yet, this grief-stricken cry was not out of genuine mourning for the Yellow Demon, but to provide cover for the Spring Demon!
The very instant he roared!
The Spring Demon, who had lost his scimitar, slipped behind Shen Xiuhan like a ghost.
His fingers curled into a claw, carrying a sinister, poisonous wind as he lunged fiercely at Shen Xiuhan's upper back!
“Die!”
The Spring Demon's face contorted, his eyes filled with frenzied killing intent.
However.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Shen Xiuhan spun his body around without even looking back!
Deep within his left eye, a golden glow suddenly lit up. Spiritual light swirled within his pupil, instantly laying bare the opponent's weakness!
Sinking his stance, he flattened himself to the ground like grass bending in a gale, once again dodging the sweeping claw.
The Spring Demon's strike missed, leaving his front completely unguarded!
Shen Xiuhan's fingers bent like eagle talons. Seizing this opening, he thrust his hand out and withdrew it with lightning speed!
“Heavenly Eagle Wind-Tearing Hand!”
Squelch!
The Spring Demon felt a sudden warmth in his chest and instinctively looked down...
At some point, a bloody hole had appeared in his chest.
The cavity was completely empty; the heart that should have been beating there was gone.
He looked up blankly.
What met his eyes.
Was a slender, fair hand.
Clutched between the fingers of that hand was a bloody heart, still faintly twitching.
“Give... give it back...”
The Spring Demon's lips quivered, his voice as thin as a thread. He weakly raised his arm, reaching toward his heart.
Shen Xiuhan sneered, and his fingers suddenly tightened.
Squish.
The heart instantly turned into a glob of mangled flesh. Shards of flesh and blood squeezed through the gaps between his fingers, dripping onto the ground.
“You... you...”
The last trace of light in the Spring Demon's eyes flickered out like a dying candle.
His body could no longer support itself, and with a heavy thud, he collapsed backward into the dust.
“Whew...”
Seeing this, Shen Xiuhan exhaled a breath of turbid air.
With a sudden burst of force from his palm, the sticky flesh and blood on his hand were instantly blown away, leaving it completely clean.
He turned around, but his expression suddenly froze.
Because...
The Underworld Demon, who had just been screaming for blood and weeping over his brother's death...
Had fled!
Looking into the distance, there was only a panicked dark figure desperately leaping toward the forest.
“Trying to run?”
A cold smile played on the corner of Shen Xiuhan's lips. Taking a step sideways, his figure glided out silently like a ghost. Before his robes could even flutter, he was already dozens of feet away.
To the side.
Zhao Zhiqian, who had been full of confidence and wielding his blade with fierce momentum just moments ago, witnessed this entire scene. It was as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight!
How... how is this possible?!
That kid is clearly only at the Great Perfection of the Anjin Rank as well. How could he fight one against four and slaughter three of the Yinsha Sect's notoriously fearsome Nether Yellow Springs Four Demons?
Hiss!!
Zhao Zhiqian sucked in a sharp breath, a chill rushing from the soles of his feet straight to his skull.
Seeing Shen Xiuhan chase after the Underworld Demon, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart, and the aura of the long saber in his hand suddenly surged!
Whoosh!
With a strike carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, he forced Kong You back!
Spinning around, he unleashed another heavy, powerful sweep, sending Feng Zhilan stumbling backward repeatedly!
Without another moment of hesitation, Zhao Zhiqian turned on his heel, wanting to make his escape!
“Where do you think you're going!”
Feng Zhilan's beautiful eyes lit up. Instantly seeing through Zhao Zhiqian's lack of confidence, she cried out:
“Senior Brother Kong, hold him down! It won't be long before Senior Brother Shen returns!”
“Alright!”
Kong You was at the late-stage Anjin Rank. Even with him and Feng Zhilan going all out, they could barely keep Zhao Zhiqian at bay.
As the main fighter, he had already sustained four blade wounds, his clothes soaked in blood. He was at the end of his rope.
Suddenly seeing this turn of events, his spirits were instantly lifted.
Without hesitation, he lunged forward, his hands executing the “Star-Plucking Hand”—sometimes striking, sometimes twisting, his moves flowing relentlessly to keep Zhao Zhiqian firmly pinned to the spot.
“Damn it!”
Zhao Zhiqian roared like thunder, snarling furiously:
“Get the hell out of my way!”
“I was merciful enough to spare your lives! Don't push your luck! If you dare keep clinging to me, don't blame me for being ruthless!”
“Then go ahead and try.”
Feng Zhilan sneered, pointing her sword diagonally, completely fearless.
“Bitch!”
Zhao Zhiqian flew into a rage, killing intent surging in his eyes. Yet no matter how fierce he tried to appear, he could not conceal the trace of panic in his gaze.
Just then!
The sharp sound of wind rushing past rustling robes echoed from above.
Forcing the two back with a slash, Zhao Zhiqian abruptly looked up, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks!
“Y-you... how are you back so fast?!”
Shen Xiuhan turned a deaf ear, his wrist flicking nonchalantly.
Thud.
A bloody head was tossed casually at Zhao Zhiqian's feet, rolling a few times before coming to a stop.
The Underworld Demon's face was still frozen in his final moments of terror, his eyes wide with horror.
Shen Xiuhan raised his cold gaze, his tone as indifferent as ice:
“It's your turn.”
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