Chapter 271 - 230: Demon King Cuan Yue Dies

Chapter 271: Chapter 230: Demon King Cuan Yue Dies

Midway up the path on Ju Ruo Mountain, a large number of armed demons stared in awe at the brawny, twin-axe-wielding man before them.

This was the man who had just carved a path up the mountain with his two axes, slaughtering Ju Ruo Mountain’s defending general and countless demon soldiers, leaving a trail of demon corpses in his wake.

The mountain path leading to the dojo at Ju Ruo Mountain’s summit was now covered in demon blood, which pooled together and flowed down toward the foot of the mountain like a stream.

Qiu Yiyang stomped on the stone steps, cracking the ground beneath his feet. The veins on his body bulged and his muscles swelled as he brought an axe down, felling another demon general.

Another horizontal sweep of his axe cleaved a dozen demon soldiers in half on the spot.

Just as he was about to swing his axe again, a brown demonic wind instantly materialized. A burly man in yellow battle armor appeared, blocking the attack with the bladed bracers on his forearms.

"What cultivator dares to challenge me, the king, on my own territory? You’ve slaughtered so many of my demons on Ju Ruo Mountain. You will give me an explanation!" Cuan Yue roared.

"An explanation? This is your explanation!"

Qiu Yiyang’s arms trembled as he unleashed a burst of power, forcing Cuan Yue back. He channeled his True Qi and swung his axe again.

CLANG!

The sound of metal on metal rang out, and a searing heatwave radiated outwards. Cuan Yue’s figure remained as steady as a mountain. He put force into his arms, directly parrying the short axe while sweeping his other arm toward Qiu Yiyang.

SHING!

The air was split by the blades on his bracers, which also unleashed several blasts of Gang Qi. Qiu Yiyang didn’t dare press his attack and brought his axe back to defend.

CLANG! CLATTER CLATTER!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

In a mere instant, the two had exchanged dozens of blows. Their movements were so fast and their strikes so powerful that a normal person wouldn’t be able to follow them.

As they fought, their position shifted. Each clash was accompanied by a deafening boom and sent violent shockwaves through the area. The ground constantly cracked apart, each exchange of blows leaving a large crater.

Qiu Yiyang’s attacks couldn’t break through his opponent’s defense at all. Cuan Yue’s stamina was immense, and he seemed to get more invigorated as the fight went on. He even had the spare energy to speak to Qiu Yiyang.

"You have some skill. If you surrender to me, your king, I can overlook what you’ve done. Otherwise, I’ll have to teach you the meaning of a truly agonizing death!" Cuan Yue transmitted his voice using Demon Power.

"Anyone can talk big. Take this!"

Qiu Yiyang channeled every last bit of his True Qi. A brilliant, reddish-orange glow appeared on his twin axes as he chopped down, unleashing a hundred-zhang-long Axe Gang. Any surrounding structures it touched were instantly sliced apart and burned to ash.

Seeing this strike, Cuan Yue still had no intention of dodging. The bracers on his forearms spun, coated in a yellowish-brown Demon Power, as he met the attack head-on.

CLANG! VMMMM! DONG!

The two attacks collided with waves of sound. The surrounding ground shattered. Qiu Yiyang was sent flying backward by the recoil, but Cuan Yue remained unshaken. The earth beneath him had absorbed most of the damage; more than eighty percent of the force from that strike had been redirected, and he had barely felt it.

Qiu Yiyang had been a little arrogant. He’d thought Zhang Ji had overestimated Cuan Yue, and he planned to take the demon’s head by himself before going back to tease Zhang Ji a bit.

But now, he truly understood the situation. With his current strength, he would have a hard time inflicting any real damage on Cuan Yue.

If he got tied down by the demon, even escaping would be difficult.

While still in mid-air, Qiu Yiyang detonated the True Qi beneath his feet, turned, and shot down the mountain. He shouted, "What a tough shell! Wait until your grandpa here goes back and cultivates for a while, then I’ll come find you!"

"Hmph, trying to run!"

Cuan Yue didn’t overthink it. His body transformed into a brown demonic wind and gave chase.

If he let Qiu Yiyang escape just like that, he would become a laughingstock.

So many of his subordinates had died. He had to capture Qiu Yiyang and punish him severely to make an example of him.

Although Cuan Yue’s speed while riding the demonic wind wasn’t exceptionally fast, it was still a cut above Qiu Yiyang’s pathetic Body Technique.

He quickly caught up to Qiu Yiyang and swept his arm down, sending several flashes of light from his blades slashing toward him.

Qiu Yiyang spun around and blocked with his axes. Since he hadn’t had time to brace himself against the ground, the immense force sent him flying. He crashed to the earth and got a mouthful of dirt.

But he didn’t have time to think. He slapped a palm on the ground and started running again.

After just a few steps, Cuan Yue caught up again and sent him flying with a single blow, causing him to crash through several large trees.

And so they continued, one chasing and one fleeing, rapidly distancing themselves from Ju Ruo Mountain.

During the chase, Qiu Yiyang was caught and struck several more times, leaving a few bloody gashes on his back that were deep enough to show bone.

Even with his extraordinary physique, he was starting to find these attacks unbearable.

’I’m glad I ran into Zhang Ji,’ he thought, a sense of relief washing over him.

’Otherwise, I probably would’ve had to use a Blood Escape Talisman to get away.’

That was a trump card he didn’t want to use unless absolutely necessary. Although it could instantly transport him over ten thousand li away, the consumption of blood essence was too severe. With his current physique, he’d be drained dry in an instant.

As Cuan Yue gave chase, he remained somewhat vigilant.

He just had a gut feeling that something was wrong.

However, he wasn’t too worried. His Lifebound Divine Abilities allowed him to travel through the earth’s veins, letting him escape hundreds of li away in an instant. If he really ran into trouble, he could get away. Even a Demon Saint would have a hard time capturing him.

Sometimes, it’s the ones who know how to swim who end up drowning.

Without such a trump card, Cuan Yue would never have dared to pursue him this far alone.

But it was precisely because of this extraordinary ability that his caution had waned.

VMM! SQUELCH!

With one swipe of his claws, an attack that Qiu Yiyang failed to block, several bloody marks appeared on his chest. His treasured robes were already in tatters. Pure Yang blood trickled down his skin to the ground, raising the surrounding temperature noticeably.

"Done running?" Cuan Yue asked. "Did you prepare some kind of trap here? Go on, show your king what you’ve got."

"You knew, and you still dared to chase me?" Qiu Yiyang grinned.

"With your paltry skills, what does it matter if I let you use your little tricks?" Cuan Yue said with contempt.

The moment the words left his mouth, Cuan Yue’s expression changed drastically. His connection to the energy of the earth’s veins had been abruptly severed. The next moment, the earth began to shake and the mountains trembled.

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!

The land for dozens of li around began to tremble as towering metal walls rose up, threatening to enclose the entire area.

Cuan Yue transformed into a demonic wind and tried to fly out from above.

But Qiu Yiyang wasn’t about to let him escape so easily. He leaped high into the air and brought his axes down in a heavy chop, forcing Cuan Yue back to the ground.

In the next instant, the entire area was completely sealed. Zhang Ji had used the Four Elements to construct a fully enclosed metal cage, trapping both Qiu Yiyang and Cuan Yue inside with no easy means of escape.

"Is this all?" Cuan Yue asked, surveying his surroundings. "You think you can kill me with this?"

"As long as you can’t run, will killing you be that hard?"

The one who spoke was not Qiu Yiyang, but Zhang Ji.

At this moment, this place had become his Domain. The Earth Element was under his complete Control. It was impossible for Cuan Yue to escape through the energy of the earth’s veins now.

"And who might you be?" Cuan Yue asked.

There was no answer. Zhang Ji pointed two fingers at Cuan Yue. A brown light and a crimson light flared, then swirled and transformed under a cyan glow.

The Earth Element was refined by the Fire Element. The Wind Element rapidly drew away the heat, stabilizing the condensed elemental substance. Immediately after, Zhang Ji unleashed it using his Spiritual Intent Finger Skill and his method for manipulating Sword Gang.

WHOOSH! FWIP FWIP FWIP FWIP FWIP!

The air was torn apart. With extreme speed, a metal spike reached Cuan Yue in an instant, aimed straight for his forehead.

VMM! DING! BOOM!

A yellowish-brown Demon Power manifested around Cuan Yue’s body. He was thrown off his feet, sent flying back several hundred meters before tumbling to a stop.

He had ultimately blocked Zhang Ji’s attack, but the space between his eyebrows was now slightly dented.

He had come within a hair’s breadth of having his skull pierced by Zhang Ji on the spot.

Qiu Yiyang stared, stunned. He had personally tested Cuan Yue’s defenses; his own attacks couldn’t budge the demon in the slightest, yet Zhang Ji had sent him flying with such ease, nearly injuring him severely.

Cuan Yue was now paralyzed with fear. Without a moment’s hesitation, he turned and charged toward the massive wall of the cage.

"Watch out! Don’t let it escape!"

Qiu Yiyang raised his axes and was about to move to intercept, but Zhang Ji’s actions were faster.

With a flick of his sword-fingers, countless metal spikes, all prepared in advance, materialized in mid-air.

The Profound Heart Stream allowed its practitioners to artificially create favorable terrain.

All one had to do was store the gathered elemental energy ahead of time.

It wouldn’t dissipate for a short while.

When able to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, the strength of a Profound Heart Stream martial artist would increase by an average of five to ten times.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!

Tens of thousands of elemental spikes shot forward, startling Qiu Yiyang so much he froze in place. Cuan Yue’s expression changed even more dramatically.

SCREEE!

A piercing shriek echoed out as Cuan Yue transformed on the spot into his true demonic body, a hundred-zhang-long beast. He curled into a ball, his yellowish-brown scales glinting as they braced for Zhang Ji’s attack.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!

Countless spikes hammered against Cuan Yue’s scales, creating a shower of sparks and forcing him backward. However, they didn’t truly injure him. He even tried to use the momentum to roll toward the wall of the cage.

But of course, Zhang Ji wouldn’t give him the chance. A single attack sent the demon flying, and then with precise control, the countless spikes all locked onto a few specific spots, continuously striking and spinning him in mid-air.

After the massive bombardment, those spots began to glow red. The continuous impacts had raised the temperature to a critical point.

Cuan Yue had nowhere to hide. He could only let Zhang Ji use him as a target.

He could only pray that after this wave of attacks, there wouldn’t be another.

But in reality, this was only the beginning.

After the bombardment of spikes ended, another wave of frost-covered ice spikes materialized around Zhang Ji and shot forward as well.

Extreme heat followed by extreme cold. It was the same method Zhang Ji had used against Xiang Zhe, the Body Refinement expert. He was now using that very same technique on Cuan Yue.

CRACK CRACK CRACK! SNAP!

The brittle scales suddenly shattered, and what followed was ten thousand swords piercing his body.

SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH!

Countless elemental Sword Gangs easily pierced Cuan Yue’s flesh, wreaking havoc inside his body. They shredded his internal organs and brain, and Zhang Ji even destroyed his Spirit particles, leaving him no chance of survival.

THUD!

The enormous demon corpse fell from the sky, covered in bloody holes, frost, and scorch marks. The torture it had endured before death was enough to make most demons shudder in fear.

Qiu Yiyang also felt a chill run down his spine. ’I must never cross Zhang Ji,’ he thought. ’If he ever used a combo like that on me, it would be a truly miserable way to die!’