Chapter 182 - 109: Moon-Devouring, Come Out and Face Me

Chapter 182: Chapter 109: Moon-Devouring, Come Out and Face Me

With that, he slowly turned, about to flee in a flash of Spiritual Light, but his feet suddenly froze to the spot.

The Spirit Horses neighed again and again, as if warning their master.

There, at the cramped exit.

A slight figure had silently appeared.

A dark cyan robe swayed gently, accentuating his handsome and fair complexion.

He strode forward, then came to a stop. His gaze was clear, yet held a hint of chill.

"Why are you here?"

They say when enemies meet, their eyes burn with rage.

The moment he saw Lin Shu, Feng Yinglong’s eyes filled with bloodshot veins. He immediately abandoned any thought of leaving.

Here and now, on this Demon Mountain.

The only people around were the Vice General and Captains of the Demon-slaying Bureau. There were no other witnesses.

’It seemed he finally had his chance for revenge.’

’He wouldn’t have to rely on his Master anymore. He could crush this vile wretch to dust with his own two hands!’

"I get it now! The one toying with the Demon-slaying Bureau wasn’t the Moon-Devouring Demon General—it was you, Lin Shu of the Yu Family!"

Regardless of the truth, Feng Yinglong slung the accusation at him without a second thought.

His fingertips moved to form a Formula, clearly not intending to give the young man a chance to explain.

’Xu Zhonglin was furious right now, and he already disliked that master and disciple from Shihu City. Even if I kill this fiend, those people probably won’t interfere.’

"..."

A strange look flickered in Lin Shu’s eyes.

He let out a light breath.

In an instant, surging black flames poured from his robes.

The flames coalesced above him into a pitch-black behemoth dozens of feet high, resembling a ferocious wolf’s shadow, completely blocking the only exit.

Most people wouldn’t appreciate having mud slung at them.

Lin Shu, however, wasn’t particularly bothered.

After all, he was Black River.

In a way, Feng Yinglong’s accusation almost seemed like an attempt to clear his name.

’Being exonerated would normally be a good thing, but there was no need for it this time.’

’It was completely unnecessary.’

He lifted his gaze and flicked a finger.

With a flash of blinding, intense light, the roar of thunder suddenly echoed through the deep valley.

The Golden Sun in the sky, the chessboard on the ground—

Both had a powerful suppressive effect on Demons, yet neither had the slightest effect on the lightning.

Because this was an authentic Immortal Thunder Technique.

It had merely undergone some trivial modifications, refined by the Sin Coin.

"Formation!"

Though the Zheng Qiao brothers were experienced, they were nearly blinded by the flash, their shouts drowned out by the deafening roar.

The Immortal Talismans they had placed on themselves beforehand instantly combusted, turning them into wretched figures engulfed in flame.

The remaining Captains fared even worse.

Orbs of light in the sky shattered one after another, and the golden lines on the ground were obliterated down to their very source.

With their Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivation, they were utterly powerless against the brilliant flash of lightning.

CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

Purple-black lightning shot through the deep valley, and an aura of destruction enveloped the entire area.

Having already mobilized his Spiritual Power, Feng Yinglong was able to shoot into the air and just barely evade the blast.

Xu Zhonglin, on the other hand, was still reeling from his emotional outburst where he’d torn at the stone wall. His Spiritual Power was in disarray, leaving him no choice but to take the full force of the Thunder Technique.

"ROAR!"

An immense aura, far surpassing Feng Yinglong’s, erupted from the Vice General. His Profound Armor flared with a cold light, resisting the surging Thunder Paste.

His hair was scorched black and his handsome face twitched uncontrollably, but he finally held on until the roaring subsided.

"..."

Having managed to withstand the Thunder Technique, Xu Zhonglin’s gaze was vacant. He did not immediately retaliate.

He stared blankly behind him.

There were no Captains left. The ashes of the Immortal Talismans drifted down slowly, leaving only about twenty pitch-black, charred corpses.

The team he had painstakingly built within the Demon-slaying Bureau had been annihilated in a single instant by that Miasma Thunder.

"AAAHHH!!"

Xu Zhonglin whipped his head back around, his eyes wide with such rage they seemed about to split from their sockets.

A deep valley, one way in and no way out.

The young man stood quietly, the black flames blocking the only path.

With his actions, he was proving the truth of their earlier jest.

This was what it meant to trap a turtle in a jar.

This was what it meant to lock the gate and beat the dog!