Chapter 225 - 123: Duchuan is Already Dead

Chapter 225: Chapter 123: Duchuan is Already Dead

The few Golden Core Powerhouses engaged in Magical Combat in the sky had yet to notice anything amiss.

But the Demon Generals within Yongzhou Pass had clearly sensed something was wrong.

If a Great Demon had been vigilant and used some astonishing technique to forcefully evade the Golden Light, that would have been somewhat understandable.

But this beam of Golden Light had gone so far off course it might as well have been aimed at the moon, striking another, completely empty mountain peak instead.

The entire Demon Crowd stared at the mountaintop in astonishment.

In a place they could not see,

the handsome youth’s face was haggard and gaunt, but his eyes were growing ever brighter.

The Mountain God Mirror was no longer gathering Golden Light. It had most likely sensed danger and begun to activate the great formation around it.

Countless strands of Clear Light Sword Qi suddenly became terrifyingly sharp, radiating an extremely dangerous aura.

However, under the protection of the Mountain God’s Token, the strands of energy all seemed to tacitly ignore the figure on the summit.

Lin Shu stared intently at the Bronze Treasure Mirror, then suddenly staggered to his feet and tentatively walked forward.

Just as he expected, the oppressive pressure was gradually dissipating.

He walked a few dozen feet forward, arriving within the circle of five towering White Jade pillars.

"Don’t be afraid. I’m just going to touch you, not take you."

Lin Shu took a deep breath.

The overly hasty reforging of his Soul-Splitting avatar had left his consciousness hazy and unclear.

Although his physical body was fine, the torment of his soul-split being annihilated countless times was now flooding into his mind along with those fragments, which were converging between his brows.

Still, he did his best to make his voice gentle as he sat back down beneath the Mountain God Mirror.

Before the words had even faded, he brutally sent another five strands of his soul wrapping around it!

...

Far off in the sky, a colossal bird blotted out the sun as it beat its wings, churning the Yunhai.

Myriad Cyan Feathers, each over ten feet long, hung in the air like inverted Immortal Swords before raining down like a sudden, violent storm!

A streak of crimson light shot past, revealing an agile figure of wild, untamed beauty—it was Demon Monarch Hong Ling.

Her clothes were tattered, and on her smooth, strong back, a blood-red tiger tattoo seemed to have come alive.

Unable to dodge in time, two deep gashes had been left on her long, shapely legs by the Feathers.

And yet, amidst this dense barrage of Sword Feathers,

a streak of white light, like a dragon, shot forward instead of retreating.

He tore ferociously through the sky.

With an old, pained cry, one of Yu Qiheng’s massive wings was severed halfway at the base by a sharp blade, and a wave of scalding blood rained down upon the world below.

"You abomination! I should have killed you back then!"

He beat his wings feebly, his colossal form beginning to sway.

Though he spoke harshly, the killing intent had already vanished from his heart.

This fiend had traveled for many years. Not only had his injuries fully healed, but his methods were far superior to before. Now, he had even colluded with two others to come seek revenge.

’If I try to kill him by myself, I might have to pay an immense price!’

"..."

The streak of white light landed in the distance, revealing a middle-aged man.

The Cloud Dragon Demon Monarch was covered in sword wounds, his white robes soaked through with blood, yet he still stood tall and straight.

He paid Yu Qiheng no mind at all, instead glancing sideways at a magnificent, multicolored tiger in the distance that had been lying in wait for some time, as majestic as a small mountain.

The fierce tiger’s fur was a profound black, but its stripes shone like brilliant gold, giving it an incredibly majestic air.

"You’ve watched the show for long enough. Isn’t it about time you did something?" the Cloud Dragon Demon Monarch asked, his voice calm.

"I am well aware. I don’t need a Demon like you telling me what to do," the Golden-striped Profound Tiger said, its voice deep. "Besides, if I weren’t keeping him in check with this Suppression Object, he would have long since retrieved the Mountain God Mirror and slaughtered all of you."

Immortals have their pride; how could one truly collude with Demon Evils?

Zhao Zhiyue was merely using this demon uprising as an opportunity to seize the Yu Family’s Mountain God Mirror. It did not mean he would tolerate being bossed around by some low-life beast.

Now that Yu Qiheng was injured, he was clearly thinking of retreating.

His opponent had the Wind-Riding Mountain Patrol Body Protection and could leave at any moment.

But for him, this was the perfect moment to seize the mirror.

"Zhao Zhiyue, just you wait! You all dared to kill my Immortal Companion and try to steal my family’s sacred treasure! From this day forward, there will be no peace between the Yu and Zhao families until one of us is dead!"

The Old Cyan Simurgh shrieked and soared into the sky, intending to grab the Mountain God Mirror and flee before he left.

Zhao Zhiyue sneered and shot toward the mountain peak as well.

’His opponent might have Mid-Stage Golden Core Magical Power, but his foundation is terrible. All this time and he hasn’t even managed to fully master and assimilate half of that explosive power. With me watching his every move, he never had a single chance to activate the formation and take control of the mirror. Besides, the Cyan Simurgh is injured now. He has no hope of beating me in my peak condition.’

"I’m exhausted."

Demon Monarch Hong Ling squatted on a cloud, rubbing her scarred legs. She looked at the Cloud Dragon and said, "I guess I was wrong about that subordinate of yours."

The Mountain God Mirror remained masterless, which meant Yu Xin had been dead for some time.

No one had betrayed them. Everything was proceeding smoothly according to plan.

Now that they were finally at the endgame, she couldn’t help but relax a little.

"Moon-Devouring is not my subordinate."

The Cloud Dragon Demon Monarch stood calmly, the only sign of tension being the hand he kept clenched tightly behind his back.

His heart meridians were damaged; he was already gravely injured.

But at this moment, he could not reveal the slightest weakness.

Even though the current situation no longer concerned the Demon Crowd and was now a struggle between two Immortals over the mirror. If all went as expected, the two of them would soon leave Yongzhou Pass. Which direction they headed would depend on who ended up with the mirror.

That being said, the Cloud Dragon Demon Monarch was keenly aware that Zhao Zhiyue was no ally.

Once he got the Mountain God Mirror, he would certainly be in a hurry to return to the Great Shun Dynasty and refine the treasure.

However, if he were to reveal his grievous injuries, that old man probably wouldn’t mind killing another Demon Monarch on his way out.

The remaining Demon Monarch alone would not necessarily be able to stop him.