Chapter 123 - 92: Let’s Make Up a Demon General

Chapter 123: Chapter 92: Let’s Make Up a Demon General

Lin Shu landed a vicious whip kick against its massive head.

Yu Qing’s head swam as his entire body was sent flying, nearly causing the White Teeth Mine to collapse upon impact.

A thunderous roar echoed throughout the stone pit below!

The commotion, like that of a Natural Disaster, terrified the Laborers already shrouded in darkness. They fell prostrate on the ground, too scared to move a muscle.

The Little Demons were equally ashen-faced.

Though their vision was unclear, they could make out the faint silhouette of a Cultivator sending the Cyan Simurgh flying with his own body.

"..."

Xie Yutang pursed her dry lips, having watched the whole horrifying scene unfold.

’For a moment, she couldn’t even tell who should be avoiding whom.’

The vast Cyan Feather Sword Intent still howled through the air.

The black-clad girl suppressed her shock and turned her gaze back to Yu Kui, who had seized the opportunity of Yu Qing being knocked away to flee into the distant night.

Just moments ago, while repeatedly forcing herself to execute the Divine Simurgh Sword Formulas, she had vaguely felt the cusp of a breakthrough to the Minor Success Realm.

And so, the light from her sword grew sharper, filled with a vicious aura.

’Since that man has his eyes on Yu Qing, then this last Immortal Descendant...’

The thought had barely formed in Xie Yutang’s mind when she heard a rustling sound in the wind.

In an instant, she saw a mass of black flames materialize above Yu Kui.

Golden, cloud-like patterns flowed across the slender young man’s skin. His speed was now comparable to that of the Mountain God Descendants, famed for their Wind-Riding abilities.

He violently grabbed the feathers on the Cyan Simurgh’s neck.

Then, he forcefully dragged her and slammed her against the same stone cliff face, scraping her all the way down.

CRACK! CRACK!

Sharp, jagged layers of the cliff face broke away, threatening to collapse entirely.

Under the immense force, Yu Kui’s back was already a bloody mess, her scarlet blood smeared across the White Teeth Mine like a crude splash of ink.

"Let me go!"

She thrashed her wings in a frenzy, carving countless horrific gashes into the young man’s body.

Lin Shu seemed to feel no pain at all.

The gashes, deep enough to expose bone, healed rapidly as they were enveloped in a white light.

He clenched his fist and rained down blows upon the massive Cyan Simurgh’s head like a torrential storm.

With every punch, the entire mine shook violently.

He continued until Yu Kui’s head was driven deep into the cliff face.

No longer able to sustain her Immortal Body, she trembled and reverted to her human form as a young woman.

Lin Shu exhaled, his knuckles stained with blood.

He turned apathetically and repeated the same process on the terrified, trembling Yu Qing.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

This boy clearly couldn’t take as much of a beating. After only a few dozen punches, he reverted to his human form, his face a bloody pulp, his cheekbones completely caved in.

Holding one in each hand, Lin Shu looked over at the deep pit that was now exposed to the sky.

He strode over and, without a moment’s hesitation, shoved Yu Qing’s head into the pit.

The dense Blood Qi instantly coursed through the Immortal Descendant’s body, searing his flesh like boiling oil.

"I’m an Immortal Descendant! You can’t—AHH!!"

Yu Qing struggled for his life, trying to pull himself free.

But the hand on his head was like a vise cast from pure iron; no matter how much he struggled, it didn’t move an inch.

He struggled until his entire body was cooked to a horrifying red.

At last, the young Immortal Descendant went still.

"No!"

Yu Kui’s eyes widened in horror as she stared at the terrifying scene.

She suddenly burst into tears, wailing, "No, I don’t want to go in!"

However, as the bloodstained hand reached for her, her sobs died in her throat.

With a placid expression, Lin Shu pushed her into the pit and quietly watched as the crimson aura flooded into her seven orifices.

Soon, all the Blood Qi had been absorbed.

All that remained in the pit was a pool of rich, red Spiritual Milk.

"See? There was no need for so many people. You two were enough."

Lin Shu slowly dragged Yu Kui out.

The Immortal Descendant’s once delicate and beautiful face was now a hideous ruin, as if corroded by acid.

Her throat had also been scalded by the Blood Qi, leaving her to wail silently, her eyes filled with terror. Not a trace of her former arrogance remained.

Under the young man’s gaze, the disfigured girl trembled and turned to flee, only to have her throat casually seized.

CRACK.

With a crisp snap, her slender neck broke like a dry twig.

[Murder and arson win a belt of gold; mending bridges and roads leaves your corpse cold. One mortal body slain. Awarded 14 strings of Sin Coins.]

[Murder and arson win a belt of gold; mending bridges and roads leaves your corpse cold. One mortal body slain. Awarded 15 strings of Sin Coins.]

Lin Shu glanced at the two new notifications that had appeared.

He waved his sleeve, drawing up the pool of Spiritual Milk and depositing it into a wooden basin he had prepared beforehand in his Storage Bag.

"Done."

With the Treasure secured, Lin Shu slowly rose to his feet. He looked toward the hundred or so Laborers in the distance, whom he had shielded with his Spiritual Power.

He channeled a minuscule amount of Magical Power and, with a flick of his finger, cast a Formula.

This insignificant attack wouldn’t harm the Laborers’ Divine Souls; it would only blur their memories of the day’s events.

Having done all this, Lin Shu glanced into the darkness and then strode away.

’The Little Demons can handle the rest.’

[Life and death are decreed by fate; a life snatched from the hands of Yama. One wretched life saved. Awarded 6 Merit Coins.]

[Life and death are decreed by fate; a life snatched from the hands of Yama. One wretched life saved. Awarded 8 Merit Coins.]

Countless notifications began to flood his vision.

There were so many that Lin Shu had to use his Divine Thought to dismiss the text, planning to count up the total Merit Coins later.

He shook his head, and his figure, sheltered by the Cyan Umbrella, vanished back into the night.

With the young man’s departure.