Chapter 1079 - 733: Swimming Against the Current

Chapter 1079: Chapter 733: Swimming Against the Current

The vertical eye on the Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King’s brow flashed with lightning. In an instant it sensed something wrong, let out a piercing shriek, thunder erupted from both wings, and it tried to temporarily avoid the incoming edge.

Just then.

"Eh? Why is it so cold?"

Not only did the demon birds grow restless, even True Master Ming Hua, who had already resolved to die, was jolted awake.

He was at True Pill Middle Stage, long since impervious to heat and cold.

Yet at this moment he clearly felt a bone‑piercing chill spreading through heaven and earth.

Even the circulation of his Spiritual Power had become somewhat sluggish.

"This is wrong! Someone’s coming!"

True Master Ming Hua jerked his head up.

Higher up in the firmament, a blazing silver light tore through the clouds and arrived in a flash!

Within the silver radiance, one could vaguely make out a rider and mount.

The celestial steed was extraordinarily divine and majestic, its twin wings spread wide.

In the next instant, the Cultivator on horseback swayed, leaped into the air out of nowhere, parted from the steed, and turned into a blurred azure shadow, diving straight down from high altitude at extreme speed.

Descending along with him were thousands of threads of crystal‑clear Condensed Silk Sword Light.

Like a soundless heaven‑spanning net of icy filaments, it shrouded the densely packed flock of demon birds.

"Scree!"

Over a hundred ferocious demon birds panicked and flapped wildly in desperate evasion.

However, the Condensed Silk Sword Light possessed considerable Spiritual Nature, winding and twisting, clinging like a shadow.

No matter how they turned or twisted to dodge, some strands of Condensed Silk Sword Light would always silently coil around them.

After only a few breaths, the sky seemed to freeze.

The more than a hundred demon birds in their various postures were all turned into lifelike ice sculptures, preserving the final instant of their terror.

"Hiss!"

True Master Ming Hua sucked in a cold breath, his mind violently shaken.

What a formidable Ice Technique Divine Power!

"Careful!"

Before his shout had even fallen, a sudden change erupted.

A bolt of wildly violent lightning far thicker than the previous ones appeared without the slightest warning and slashed toward that diving azure shadow.

The Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King was cunning and vicious. On the surface it had retreated, but in truth it had been brewing a stealthy ambush.

This bolt of lightning had been gathering for a long time; its power was no small thing, enough to heavily wound a Golden Core Cultivator.

Yet that azure shadow neither dodged nor evaded. He simply pointed with his Magic Sword.

The hundred‑zhang lightning, whose momentum had been surging madly, flowed into the sword like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, all of it swallowed by the Magic Sword.

On the sword’s body, deep‑blue arcs of lightning crackled and danced, light dazzling.

Only at this point did True Master Ming Hua barely make out the man’s outline.

Azure robe as before, expression calm—it was none other than Shen Xingchen, who had stayed with the Chu Clan on Yuehua Mountain ten years ago.

"It’s him?"

True Master Ming Hua could hardly believe it.

"Scree!"

The Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King let out a shriek of sheer terror. Wind and Thunder Power surged wildly upon its wings, its body gave a buzzing tremor, and in an instant became blurred, vanishing from where it stood.

Wind Escape Technique!

When it reappeared, it was already a hundred zhang away, not even looking back as it flapped frantically, fleeing toward the distance.

"Wind Escape Technique! What a pity..."

True Master Ming Hua cursed inwardly.

This Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King was drenched in the fresh blood of the Chu Clan Members.

He could tell that Shen Xingchen’s Daoist Technique was profound.

The lightning the Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King had fired had no effect on him whatsoever.

If Shen Xingchen drew near and cast his arts, there would be a chance to slay this beast.

Unfortunately, this beast was fleeing with Wind Escape.

A Tier Three demon bird, and of Wind Attribute at that—its Escape Technique was extremely fast.

Ordinary Golden Core of the Human Race would find it hard to catch up.

At this moment Shen Xingchen hovered in midair, a trace of disdain showing on his face.

The space behind him rippled, and Wind and Thunder Spirit Wings suddenly unfurled.

He gave them a light flap.

The sound of wind and thunder roared to life.

His figure vanished in an instant.

A few breaths later, he appeared before the Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King, blocking its path.

"Ah! This is..."

True Master Ming Hua stared, dumbfounded.

Ice Technique, Wind Technique, Thunder Technique...

Just who in the world was this Fellow Daoist Shen?

Driven to desperation, the Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King’s ferocity was completely roused.

With a fierce screech, its Sharp Claws wreathed in pale‑cyan Demon Qi slashed viciously toward Shen Xingchen’s chest.

At the same time, its razor‑sharp beak, flickering with dark‑gold light, pecked at his forehead and Sea of Consciousness like a stroke of lightning.

The Demon King’s Flesh Body was far tougher than that of a Golden Core True Master.

Moreover, this was close‑quarters combat in midair.

At this moment, True Master Ming Hua instead no longer felt worried.

A Human Race prodigy capable of cultivating Ice Technique, Wind Technique, and Thunder Technique simultaneously would never commit such a low‑level mistake.

Shen Xingchen put away his Magic Sword and went bare‑handed.

His two fists clenched, and a layer of dark‑gold radiance suddenly spread over his forearms.

He was too far away; True Master Ming Hua could not see clearly.

It was only a single instant.

The bird head of the Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King drooped down limply, and Shen Xingchen stowed it into his Beast Bag.

In truth, in that very instant—

Shen Xuan’s hand turned into a Dragon Claw. His left claw blocked the Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King’s Sharp Claw, while his right claw swelled to several zhang long and directly crushed its throat.

To Shen Xuan, pinching a Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King to death was scarcely more difficult than pinching an ant.

A Body Refining Grandmaster at the Divine Power Realm possessed Flesh Body strength comparable to a Demon Emperor.

Against these demon birds, the most effortless method would be to bring out the Five Flames and Seven Beasts Fan and burn them all clean with a single blast of True Flame.

Only, in that case the materials would all be destroyed—it would be a bit of a waste.

So Shen Xuan summoned the Ice Soul Divine Sword, and with the Sword Light Condensing Silk Divine Power, froze all the demon birds into ice sculptures.

As for the Three‑eyed Thunder Roc King, it had merely cost him a bit of extra effort.

On the ground, the Silver Wind Wolf King had long since been scared out of its wits. With a low growl, it abandoned the wolf pack and turned into a streak of silver Gale, frantically fleeing toward the distant mountains and forests.

"Now you want to leave? Too late."

Shen Xuan pressed his fingers together like a sword and gave the slightest point.

The Condensed Silk Sword Light filling the sky spread like a net of heaven and earth, pouring down to cover the wolf pack below.

Several hundred demon wolves, whether Tier One or Tier Two, had no power to resist before the utterly yin, utterly cold Profound Ice Sword Light.

They were turned into several hundred ice sculptures in various poses, casting a grim chill over the wasteland.

The Silver Wind Wolf King was extremely fast, barely managing to break free of dozens of coiling Sword Silk strands. Its body hung with icicles as it bolted out in utter disgrace.

A green‑and‑scarlet Yin‑Yang Fish, vivid and lifelike, seeming slow yet swift, lightly stamped onto its brow.

The Silver Wind Wolf King’s madly running body suddenly stiffened. The light in its eyes went out at once, and its burly frame crashed to the ground, utterly lifeless.