Chapter 1394 - 890: My Qingci

The raging thunder and lightning, like a rushing torrent, tore through the sky.

The mooing of cows, the roaring of lions, and the screams of the Mud Po Goddess Sculpture were incessant.

"Stop, Kui Chou!" As the two Cold Beast Saints were successively beheaded, Du Yu immediately gave the command.

"Moo?"

"Leave one for the Three Holy Han." Du Yu thought to himself, also shouting loudly to the upper right sky, "Mengnan, Saint of the Sea of Sorrow! Stop for a moment!"

The violent wind and waves continued to ravage the Cold Beast Mud Po, leaving it bruised and battered all over.

Yet, with Du Yu’s loud shout, the Female Sea of Sorrow finally retracted her divine techniques.

Although the Grief Storm had ceased, the Cold Beast Mud Po was still fixed in mid-air.

Because the Flowing Fire Suanni had made a move!

Lines of fire emerged out of thin air, firmly binding the magnificent body of the Supreme.

Clear Moonlight·Flowing Fire Celestial Prison!

The battlefield of the Saints fell into complete silence.

The issue was, there was no such thing as "stop" for the Cold Beasts.

Cold Beasts’ brains were chaotic; they could feel pain and scream, which were natural body reactions, but they would never experience fear, much less surrender.

So when the Cold Beast Mud Po fell silent, everyone realized that Mud Po was still under the control of the Cold Race Saint Minister.

And this Cold Race Saint Minister must have been thoroughly panicked!

Otherwise, the Supreme Mud Po would not simply stop like a fool.

Du Yu’s eyes were bright, meticulously searching the shoulder and head area of the Supreme Mud Po.

Due to the immense size of Mud Po, the Cold Race Saint Minister should be in this area, not far from Mud Po’s head.

"Hmm?" While Du Yu was carefully observing, he suddenly noticed a small bug flying out of Mud Po’s right ear.

Cold Race Saint Minister!

Seeing this scene, Du Yu instead breathed a sigh of relief.

If the Cold Race Saint Minister had remained hidden inside Mud Po’s ear, Du Yu and the Three Holy Han would have found it difficult to take action.

It was evident that this Cold Race male Saint Minister had not given up hope; he wanted to survive!

Previously, when the Mud Po Goddess Sculpture was being washed by the Grief Storm, the male Saint Minister had no escape route; he could only hide in Mud Po’s ear for shelter.

But after the Grief Storm disappeared, the male Saint Minister was overjoyed, immediately flying out of Mud Po’s ear, fleeing for his life.

But would Du Yu let him escape?

The previous Saint Ministers, Du Yu had no opportunity to personally kill them.

Because Niuniu’s output was too violent, when the Thunder and Lightning Torrent completely engulfed the Mud Po Goddess Sculpture, the Saint Ministers had no chance of surviving.

No matter how strong they were, they were merely at the Saint Level, and their battle robes were of Holy Grade.

Kui Chou’s Demon Technique·Thunderous Fury was of Clear Moonlight Quality, an output of the Supreme Level.

With such a continuous bombardment of thunder and lightning torrent, what did the Cold Race Saint Ministers have to survive?

Including the first female Saint Minister Du Yu encountered, there was no possibility of survival either.

She was first pecked by the beak of the Saint of the Sea of Sorrow and then hit with a supplemental Grief Wind Beam.

With two Clear Moonlight-quality demon skills falling on her, for a mere Saint Minister, even her body may have been thoroughly pulverized.

Now, Du Yu saw the only remaining Saint Minister on the battlefield; how could he miss such a golden opportunity?

"Three Holy Han!" With a command from Du Yu, he lifted the Void Axe in his hand.

The Three Holy Han leapt, transforming into an arrow, shooting directly to where Du Yu stood.

"Sssss!" Du Yu tore open a spatial rift.

And the other end of the rift was next to the ear of the Supreme Mud Po.

The figure of the Three Holy Han swiftly zipped through, emerging from the other side of the spatial rift, charging straight into the ear of the Supreme Mud Po with unabated momentum.

One must admit, Du Yu’s grasp of timing was extremely precise!

Just when the Cold Race Saint Minister fled in panic, and the Supreme Mud Po was no longer under the control of the Youhan Secret Technique, the Three Holy Han arrived.

"Chatter chatter."

This Youhan Secret Technique continued to empower the Supreme Mud Po...

Standing on Mud Po’s shoulder, Du Yu immediately took down the Divine Demon Bow slung across his shoulder and drew a Withered Arrow from the entangled bowstring.

"Withered, this is a Cold Race Saint Minister!" Du Yu quickly strung the arrow, aiming at the male Saint Minister fleeing below in the air.

The implication being... you’d better hurry up and level up.

The Saint Level prey is already quite good, don’t be too greedy!

Must I stab you into the Youhan Tree’s main body before you can level up?

Du Yu, holding the tail of the arrow with two fingers, tightened the bowstring, constantly adjusting his left hand that gripped the bow handle.

It was clear that accompanying the Cold Race male Saint Minister was a Demon Beast·Wandering Ghost Soul; thanks to this servant, the Saint Minister could fly freely.

"Whoosh!!"

The Cold Beast Mud Po suddenly moved, the mud hands on its back bursting forth wildly!

It wasn’t struggling randomly, but purposefully reaching for the male Saint Minister escaping in the sky.

Du Yu couldn’t help but lick his lips, a glimmer in his eyes, resembling a triumphant villain.

Cold Beast Supreme·Mud Po Goddess Sculpture?

Hmm... you have nurtured a great Supreme.

Now, it’s mine!

Interestingly enough, the Flowing Fire Celestial Prison was initially meant to imprison the Cold Beast Mud Po.

At this moment, these lines of fire became a technique to help Mud Po suspend in the air and stabilize its body.

Du Yu’s eyes were like torches!

He peered through the fragmented mud arms, trailing the small escaping bug in the gaps.

"Chatter chatter, chatter!"

The Cold Race male Saint Minister was utterly panicked, a mix of shock and anger.

The whispers that should have come from his mouth became loud roars at this moment.

Just moments ago, because the Supreme Mud Po’s body was restrained, the male Saint Minister had no choice but to abandon the Supreme and take advantage of the pause after the wind and waves stopped to escape rapidly.

After all, there was a bloody precedent. The Supreme Mud Po, unable to break free from its bonds, would only be blasted to pieces by the current.

In other words, continued resistance led only to a dead end!

So the male Saint Minister fled decisively, and while escaping, he continued to pray fervently in his heart.

At this moment, the male Saint Minister could be described as unprecedentedly devout.

Cold Tree above,

Please bless me with a successful retreat from the battlefield! Cold Tree above...

Unfortunately, his Lord Cold Tree seems to have not heard the supplicant’s prayers.

Instead, what the follower feared came true!

The discarded Supreme Mud Po had become the opponent’s servant and revealed a massive Mud Hand toward the former master.

The heart of the Cold Race male Saint Minister was left with nothing but deep despair.

He realized that every step he took had been predetermined by Du Yu for him.

Now, there was no way out...

With a crisp "snap," the tattered Mud Hand finally slapped the Cold Race male Saint Minister into the sky.

Even though the male Saint Minister exerted all his efforts to perform the Youhan Technique, attempting to seize control of the servant, he was, after all, too far from Mud Po.

This heavy slap not only sent him flying and inflicted severe damage to his body, but it also completely shattered his Cold Qi Armor.

Even the seemingly intangible Wandering Ghost Soul was annihilated in the swirling air currents of this slap.

The power of the Supreme is not just empty words.

In the face of a Demon General or Demon Emperor, they are as insignificant as ants.

At the same time, a blazing black arrow appeared.

It pierced through the chaotic sky, skimming past the sides of the giant Mud Hand arms, directly towards the Cold Race’s head.

"Sss!"

The sharp arrowhead pierced the skull of the Cold Race Saint Minister, forcefully embedding itself within!

Du Yu blinked, the brilliant light in his eyes gradually fading away.

"Buzz~" The Withered Arrow trembled slightly, piercing through the enemy general’s skull was not enough; it continued to greedily absorb all the energy within the enemy’s body.

Du Yu hadn’t moved beyond the level of annihilation yet,

The Withered Arrow had already gone a step further, thinking about how to whip the corpse, how to break bones and scatter ashes...

"Heh." Du Yu exhaled a long breath, the fury deep within his heart calming slightly.

But only slightly.

The ruined city beneath his feet continued to remind Du Yu of how many of the Human Race were tragically killed, how many Beast Race corpses were left unburied.

Slowly, a broken Mud Hand held the Cold Race Saint Minister’s corpse, reaching towards Du Yu.

The countless Mud Hands shrank back behind the Mud Po Goddess Sculpture.

Du Yu flew onto the palm of the Mud Po, seeing the Withered Arrow still absorbing energy from the corpse, not showing any sign of advancing.

"Moo~~" The cry of Kui Chou thundered across the sky.

Before Du Yu could regain his senses, Kui Chou had already shattered into Demon Breath, merging into his body.

Soon after, a loud laughter rang out: "Haha! How satisfying! Hahaha! I, the Supreme, have had quite the thrill today!"

The sorrows of man and cattle do not correlate.

In Du Yu’s mind, he communicated: "Thank you for the help, Kui Chou, the Supreme."

Kui Chou, with a voice like a broken gong, shouted loudly: "Next time you call on me, it should be for this level of battlefield, understand?"

Du Yu watched as Suanni, the Supreme, flew over, extending his hand to welcome the Flowing Fire Saint into his body.

Kui Chou: "Kid, did you hear me?"

Du Yu felt the dense Fire Demon Breath surging into his body, quietly saying: "Kui Chou, the Supreme, doesn’t mind being used as a stepping stone?"

"Huh?" Kui Chou paused for a moment, then mumbled, "If each time can be so thrilling in battle...

I suppose I can be a stepping stone for that lady."

Du Yu rolled his eyes.

The dignified Supreme Empress Huangtu, turned into ’that lady’ by your tongue.

Truly crude.

"What’s wrong? I’m just a rough bull, that’s all." Kui Chou grinned, "Love it or leave it!"

Du Yu grinned as well, not knowing what to say, as his image fell towards the ground along with the Supreme Mud Po.

He commanded, "Earth Concealment!"

The colossal and heavy Mud Po Goddess Sculpture instantly penetrated the ground and merged into the earth, so silent and unobtrusive.

If the Mud Po’s feet were to step on the ground, without a doubt it would cause an earthquake. By then, who knows how many buildings would collapse.

This already fragile Asa Capital City could not withstand any more trials by wind and rain.

All the Supremes Du Yu had encountered possessed size-changing Demon Skills.

For instance, Kui Chou, Suanni, and others, their body form size was 80 meters long, 60 meters high, and only after activating a specific Demon Skill did they reach nearly a kilometer in size.

Only the Mud Po Goddess Sculpture is special, with its body naturally at the kilometer scale, with no concept of changing size.

This also means that every subtle movement of the Supreme Mud Po would be earth-shattering.

Under Du Yu’s suggestion, the Mud Po Goddess Sculpture slowly floated upwards, and Du Yu turned and looked up into the sky.

There, the figures of Empress Huangtu and the Saint of the Sea of Sorrow had long disappeared, leaving only a few figures standing quietly.

In the eyes of the Demon Taming Saints, Du Yu saw nothing but admiration, praise, or comfort.

Du Yu didn’t know if he was worthy of such gazes.

Did we win?

Perhaps.

Du Yu looked around, seemingly seeing countless Human Race and Beast Race souls, floating in the ruins, watching him from afar.

"Master." Suddenly, a unique voice echoed in his mind.

Like the sound of flames crackling.

Du Yu: "Ashes?"

Ashen Arrow: "Master Qing said to go to the Sea Realm."

"Sea Realm?"

"Yes."

Du Yu’s body trembled slightly, as if realizing something.

Qingci,

My Qingci...