Chapter 1385 - 883: Supreme Youhan?!

"Where’s Elder Feng?" Du Yu loosed another volley of Fire Arrows and turned to look at the girl.

And just his luck, he happened to catch her secretly looking at him.

"Uh." Li Mengnan suddenly felt like she’d been caught in the act.

She instinctively shifted her gaze away, her fair face flushing slightly red.

The Holy Maiden finally turned back into an ordinary person—cute and beautiful. It’s just a pity that on the battlefield, Du Yu didn’t have much time to appreciate it.

"Mengnan?"

Li Mengnan immediately said, "Ming Master is over in East Persia, on the Southern Front."

"Ming Master?"

Li Mengnan: "Master Feng Wuheng’s real name—Feng Ming. Ming as in ’Clear Sky and Bright Moon.’"

"Ah." Du Yu nodded. So Wuheng was just a codename.

Wait a sec!

Isn’t the name "Feng Ming" the same type as Cheng Feng’s?

Is Elder Feng gonna derank too?

Mm... no, that’s not right. He’s been a Saint for who knows how many years, and his cultivation’s always been solid.

Du Yu tossed aside the mess in his head and looked up at the sky-covering Female Sea of Sorrow. "Elder Feng really is a good master, personally sending the Saint of the Sea of Sorrow to guard you."

"Mm, mm." Li Mengnan nodded repeatedly. "Ming Master gave the Saint of the Sea of Sorrow to me."

Du Yu: "Huh?"

Elder Feng... no, Ming Master! So damn generous!

Here I was thinking this king was already badass enough, able to gift Master Qing several Ancient Spiritual Artifacts plus one Sea of Sorrow Demon Saint.

Didn’t expect it, really didn’t expect it—Elder Feng can actually one-up this king?

He straight-up gifted a Supreme?!

Li Mengnan gently pressed down with two slender fingers. Wind Witch understood instantly, and yet another Wind Killing Array slammed down toward the Bottomless Abyss.

Seeing Du Yu looking all dumbstruck, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. "It’s not just Ming Master. The Saint of the Sea of Sorrow also gave herself to me."

Du Yu nodded lightly. That was to be expected.

Even normal Demon Pets aren’t things you can just ’give away’ on a whim, let alone a dignified Supreme.

Plus, there’s another thing: Supremes aren’t the ones being contracted—they’re the ones contracting people!

Li Mengnan suddenly pouted, looking a bit upset. "Master says my temperament is reckless and scatterbrained, really worrying.

The Saint of the Sea of Sorrow says my strength is too low, and the Level of the missions you carry out is way too high, so..."

Du Yu twisted his mouth, not sure how to respond.

Either way, this master was so worth worshipping!

Wonder if Elder Feng is still taking disciples?

Hold up, Elder Feng seems to be out of Supremes now.

Mm... guess that’s that then.

Li Mengnan muttered under her breath, "I’m already a Demon Taming Emperor, and they still say I’m weak... uh."

The girl snapped her mouth shut.

Because above her head, that sky-covering Sorrow Seabird swept one of its long tail feathers over her.

Those blue-into-gray gradient tail feathers were like soft ribbons, dreamlike and unreal.

Such a peerlessly beautiful being really did match Shen Meng Nan better.

"Oh right, today’s our three-year Demon Taming anniversary~" Li Mengnan finally accepted Divine Ghost Firefly’s goodwill and stepped onto an enlarged Yu’s Shield.

"Three-year anniversary?" Although Du Yu was surprised, he hadn’t stopped fighting for even a moment.

He welcomed the Tribulation Arrows into his body while deliberately keeping the Ashen Arrow outside. When it came to blocking the Cold Beasts from charging out of the Bottomless Abyss, the Ashen Arrow was the most qualified being on the whole battlefield to speak!

After all, it had been stationed at Xuena City’s Bottomless Pit for who knows how many years.

"Yup." Li Mengnan nodded. "Today’s June 7th."

"Entrance exam day?" Du Yu raised his right hand high, then suddenly clenched it into a fist.

"Vrrrmm!!" The Ashen Arrow hung directly above the Bottomless, and its surging flames poured downward, like a waterfall of fire, piercing through array after array of the Storm Array.

Du Yu pressed his lips together. So today was actually the day of the college entrance exam.

Three years ago today, on the street outside my high school gate, in that downpour of Thousand Paper Cranes, I met Little Fen Yang?

"Huh?" Little Fen Yang blinked his orange-red eyes. "We’ve been together three years already?"

Du Yu gazed at the terrifying Fire Tornado below, watching Cold Beasts die miserably within. "Looks like it."

Little Fen Yang said softly, "But it feels like it’s been such a long, long time."

Du Yu deeply resonated with those words.

Only three years?

Tell Du Yu it’s been thirty years and he’d believe you!

To this day, Du Yu had already walked such a long, long road and lived through so many, many stories.

That boy who worried about his next meal and slept on the sofa in the lobby felt like someone he’d met in a previous life.

And fittingly enough, on this three-year Demon Taming anniversary, Du Yu just happened to advance to Demon Taming Emperor.

Emperor in three years?

From an outsider’s perspective, maybe that’s how it looks. Time never lies, after all.

But to Du Yu, this path of Demon Taming has taken far more than three years...

"ROAR!!" The majestic lion’s roar came again, and it was louder than ever.

Du Yu snapped his head toward the rear Abyss, only to see Master Qing riding Flowing Fire Suanni as it burst out.

"Over here, Master Qing!" Du Yu shouted at the top of his lungs.

Flowing Fire Suanni didn’t need Du Yu to call out. With one glance it saw the Saint of the Sea of Sorrow, and naturally also saw the Bottomless Abyss below.

"Master Qing!" Li Mengnan’s expression was a little agitated; this graceful immortal silhouette was also someone she longed for.

Yang Qingqing looked at the maiden standing upon the Rune Ring and could tell the other had already become an Emperor.

Du Yu: "Master Qing, we’ll clear out this Bottomless Clea—..."

"The situation on the Northern Front is critical." Yang Qingqing didn’t speak to Li Mengnan, and directly cut off Du Yu, "The Youhan Army has already pushed up to the Asa Empire · Asa Capital City.

The imperial capital is on the verge of falling; their forces are requesting our side to go in support."

Du Yu’s brows knitted tightly, and he nodded at once.

Yang Qingqing summoned the Jade Gourd and handed it to Li Mengnan: "Coordinate with your senior brother and senior sister, and clear this Bot—"

The woman’s words abruptly halted. She suddenly lifted her head, looking up at the Saint of the Sea of Sorrow.

In the short span of two or three seconds, Yang Qingqing’s expression shifted again and again. The gourd in her hand vanished, and her palm swept out once more.

At once, a scroll unfolded before her: "Mengnan, you go to Asa with Du Yu. Take the Jiangshan Map, take Three Holy Han, Kui Chou, and Flowing Fire."

Du Yu’s breath hitched slightly; he seemed to realize something.

Yang Qingqing gently nodded: "Within the Asa Empire’s capital, a Supreme Mud Po has appeared."

Du Yu: !!!

Yang Qingqing ordered: "Pin down that Mud Po. If you can subdue it as a slave, it will completely overturn the situation on the Northern Front."

Du Yu: "But the Saint of Flowing Fire has left..."

Yang Qingqing’s attitude was especially firm: "If we can’t stop that Mud Po, it can push straight through to Great Xia, straight into the heartlands!"

An existence at Supreme Level is certainly not something ordinary folk can resist.

Doesn’t matter if you’re a Demon Saint or a Demon Taming Saint—in front of a Supreme Lord, there is only one road: death!

Even among the Seven Saints of Great Xia, there is likely only that Heaven and Earth who can match such a being, and even then, the outcome is unknown.

Fortunately, Du Yu has a slave—Three Holy Han!

With a Saint Minister present, everything becomes possible!

"Hu!" After one last furious roar, the magnificent body of the Flowing Fire Suanni shattered into endless Demon Breath.

Amid the thick Fire Demon Breath, Yang Qingqing held the Jiangshan Map in one hand and pressed it against Du Yu’s chest.

She did not speak, but the emotion in those eyes of hers surpassed a thousand words.

Du Yu silently picked up the scroll before his chest; at the same time, Kui Chou, having received the order, was already flashing down, dissolving into Demon Breath and merging into his master’s body.

Yang Qingqing drifted half a meter backward, gently nodding, the movement nearly too subtle to perceive.

No one knew how much she wanted to stay at her disciple’s side.

But the Central Front still needed someone to sit in command; on this stretch of battlefield, thousands of officers, soldiers, and Demon Beasts were still fighting blood-drenched battles.

Because the people of Cyan Sect had brought multiple Supreme, Demon Saint-level beings here, there were no other top-tier powerhouses aiding Xiangcha City’s side.

Now that Kui Chou and Flowing Fire were gone, the greatest reliance of the soldiers was gone as well.

If Yang Qingqing and her Holy Pets and Holy Soldiers also left, it would be no different from abandoning these comrades-in-arms...

So Yang Qingqing chose to stay, chose to let Li Mengnan accompany Du Yu.

After all, the girl possessed a Supreme· Female Sea of Sorrow, and could protect Du Yu all the better.

"Zzi!" Du Yu withdrew his Demon Pets and used the Void Axe to tear open a Spatial Rift.

Only, Du Yu did not retrieve the Ashen Arrow; he even left the Tribulation Arrow here as well, exhorting the two arrows to strictly obey Master Qing’s commands.

"Hu~" Li Mengnan recalled the Female Sea of Sorrow and flew after Du Yu toward the Spatial Rift.

The girl’s gaze burned as she looked at her master, her tone resolute: "Master Qing, rest assured!"

If I cannot protect him well,

then this period of separation would be utterly meaningless!

"Mm..." Only after the silhouettes of her two disciples vanished into the Spatial Rift did Yang Qingqing let out a deep sigh.

Her gaze swept over the Human-Beast Alliance Army fighting valiantly, then turned to the distant horizon where gray mist billowed.

A blood-soaked truth was laid bare before all beings: in the face of the Youhan invasion, the Twin Tree Realm had nothing but bitter resistance.

Though the number of Cold Beasts was hard to gauge, it was certainly not infinite.

In other words, the quantity and quality of the Cold Beast Army would, in the end, decline.

Of course, whether the Twin Tree Realm would still exist by the time the Youhan Army was fully spent—that was another question entirely.

In short, the Twin Tree Realm was burning away the strength of the Youhan Realm.

The Bottomless Abysses opening one after another were also chipping away at the Cold Tree’s power.

The Human Race and Beast Race of the Twin Tree Realm could only keep resisting like this with all they had, praying that on some year, some month, some unknown day, the Cold Tree and the Youhan Army would withdraw of their own accord.

If Du Yu did not exist...

Then stubborn defense and prayer would be the only things the Twin Tree Realm could do.

On that Ashen Continent, all living beings must have likewise gone through a tragic history of blood and tears, only to finally die in despair amidst their prayers, no?

Unlike the Ashen Continent, the Twin Tree Realm had one man—Du Yu!

The Twin Tree Realm possessed the capability to counterattack, and even the possibility of a decisive kill!

Yang Qingqing flipped her palm, and a Jade Gourd appeared there: "Has Qingci returned to the manor?"

Behind and below, Fu Jianzhou gazed up at the woman’s figure: "No. I’ve had Shatang urge him several times already."

"Mm." Yang Qingqing waved her hand. The Mountain Fire Saber flew over, blade standing upright, lightly nudging the Ashen Arrow.

As the Ashen Arrow withdrew its Divine Techniques, the woman picked up the Jade Gourd and tossed it down into the Abyss: "Go."

"Yes!"

"Yes!" Feng and Jian followed right behind the Jade Gourd, diving headfirst into the Bottomless Abyss.

At the same time, in the Asa Empire’s capital.

Du Yu gripped the scroll tightly, his temples pounding!

Having just arrived, the first thing he saw was a gigantic muddy foot descending from the heavens.

Amid the trembling of the earth, that single foot of mud crushed untold numbers of buildings and ground countless living creatures to death...