Chapter 146: Hard Mouth

The man who emerged from the flames possessed an extraordinarily large stature, standing there like a solid wall.

Feeling that familiar oppressive sensation, Meng Yingxing’s eyes widened slightly.

“Master, this is…”

Meng Yingxing called out to Xiu Qingcheng urgently in his mind.

“Chi Zhanyue.”

In Meng Yingxing’s hand, Xiu Qingcheng also gazed from afar at that familiar demon silhouette, her non-existent eyes in sword form narrowing slightly.

She curved her lips. “It’s been a long time since I seriously killed a member of a Demon King clan. I almost forgot that the outstanding ones among the Demon King clans can burn their demonic power to be reborn if their Demon Bones are not destroyed.”

“Looking at Chi Zhanyue’s brand-new limbs, that should be correct.”

“The outstanding ones with purer bloodlines within the Demon King clans usually take ‘Di’ (Emperor) as a prefix to their title. This Chi Zhanyue is the ‘Di Huang Cang’ of the Huang Cang Demon Kings.”

Meng Yingxing looked at Chi Zhanyue’s limbs, which were clearly different from his body. He frowned slightly. He hadn’t expected the Demon Clan not only to have Demon King ranks but also a stricter hierarchy within the Demon King clans.

However, without any other comparison, Meng Yingxing really couldn’t tell where exactly this Di Huang Cang was “imperial.”

He only knew that this impressively titled Di Huang Cang had been instantly defeated by his Sword Spirit master.

“Generally speaking, titles like Di Huang Cang, Di Shi You, Di… Di Tao Tie are all groomed within the clan as the clan head. And the reason Demon King clans are called Demon King clans is often that the King of Ten Thousand Demons is chosen from one of the ‘Di’s of these three great Demon King clans.”

Xiu Qingcheng explained the so-called Demon King clans to Meng Yingxing in more depth with familiarity.

Hearing her explain so familiarly, Meng Yingxing wondered if his Sword Spirit master had some relationship with the Demon King clans.

But now was not the time to think about this. Chi Zhanyue appearing in front of him again was probably no accident.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Meng Yingxing’s heart, and a little cold sweat seeped from his palm gripping the hilt of the Ting Tian Sword.

“Master, he… is here for us.”

“Eh, don’t include yourself. He is here for me.”

Meng Yingxing: “…”

Xiu Qingcheng corrected her disciple.

Chi Zhanyue’s gaze lingered on Meng Yingxing for an extra second, a hint of interest emerging in his demonic eyes.

“I’d like to see how you intend to defeat me, a member of the Demon Clan.”

Chi Zhanyue raised his great sword and swung his hand. The blade wind swept across, lifting a sharp stone particle that grazed Luo Yun’s face fiercely.

A line of blood appeared on Luo Yun’s face, and tiny beads of blood gently slid down from the cut.

Luo Yun’s gaze was slightly dazed. It wasn’t until a trace of pain arose on his face that he realized his face had been cut open.

That Chi Zhanyue’s aura was fierce. Most of the people present were low-level disciples, and under his pressure, they all had apprehensions.

Someone leaned close to Luo Yun’s ear and suggested, assessing the situation:

“Senior Brother Luo Yun, this demon doesn’t look like an ordinary one. I think we’d better call for reinforcements quickly…”

Unexpectedly, Luo Yun raised his hand and pushed the suggesting disciple behind him, taking a step forward towards Chi Zhanyue.

Looking at the imposingly impressive Chi Zhanyue before him, instead of feeling timid, he became even more excited.

The previous demons weren’t even worth looking at, but this demon in front of him seemed powerful. If he could slay it, wouldn’t promotion to high-level disciple in the Tianfeng Sect be within easy reach?

“You guys just stand obediently behind me and watch how your Senior Brother kills this demon right here!”

“A mere Demon Clan member, don’t be arrogant!”

As soon as Luo Yun’s voice fell, he immediately exerted force under his feet, raising his sword and slashing towards Chi Zhanyue.

In mid-air, his whole body erupted with the full power of the High Stage Tiny Star Realm. The sword light he swung was like a rainbow, and his momentum was not much less than Chi Zhanyue’s—truly brave and invincible!

Seeing their Senior Brother like this, the eyes of the low-level disciples, who had listened to Luo Yun brag about his strength all the way, immediately filled with immense admiration.

However, watching the brave Luo Yun, Xiu Qingcheng’s gaze was desolate, and she spat out a word in a cold tone: “Idiot.”

In her eyes, Luo Yun charging up like that was already a corpse.

She could easily suppress a Di Huang Cang, but that didn’t mean ordinary people could do the same, let alone Luo Yun, who only had the cultivation of the High Stage Tiny Star Realm.

She didn’t know who gave him the courage to go seek death; Fish Leong’s songs hadn’t reached these nine provinces of Jintian, had they?

Meng Yingxing, who knew Chi Zhanyue’s strength, didn’t immediately speak up to stop Luo Yun either. Moreover, Luo Yun was so fast that he simply didn’t have time to warn him.

Chi Zhanyue watched Luo Yun swing his sword down at his head, thinking this person had some strength.

As a result, the tiny power in that slash wasn’t even enough for him to be a sparring partner.

But Chi Zhanyue liked such ignorant and fearless guys. Smashing his fearlessness, letting him witness the chasm-like gap in strength, and then letting him die in despair—wouldn’t that be interesting?

In Chi Zhanyue’s eyes, Luo Yun was like an ant in the eyes of a child, just a plaything to be manipulated at will.

Chi Zhanyue stood motionless. The moment Luo Yun’s blade was about to touch him, he suddenly erupted with a terrifying demon pressure.

That pressure instantly seemed to form a materialized barrier, violently pressing down on Luo Yun’s body.

Luo Yun immediately flew backward like a ragged cloth, blood spurting from his mouth.

If the low-level disciples behind him hadn’t caught him quickly, he probably would have been thrown dozens of meters away before stopping.

Of course, this group of disciples did not include Meng Yingxing.

He had no interest in helping someone who had looked down on him from the very beginning out of arrogance.

“Senior Brother! Senior Brother! What happened to you!?”

Amidst the nervous calls of “Senior Brother,” Luo Yun struggled to stand up using his sword for support, his hands trembling somewhat as he stared dead at Chi Zhanyue, who wore a half-smile.

“Hmm… the momentum isn’t bad.”

Chi Zhanyue commented.

“Momentum isn’t bad. That’s all there is to it.”

“Chi Zhanyue likes fighting strong enemies, and he also likes the feeling of playing with ants.”

“Hmph… you demon, you are a bit stronger than I imagined.”

Luo Yun straightened his back, seeming not to have learned a single lesson from Chi Zhanyue just now.

“Master, I suddenly realized this guy’s mouth is harder (more stubborn) than yours.”

Even though it was a critical moment, Meng Yingxing didn’t know where the teasing thought came from, and he casually teased Xiu Qingcheng very boldly.

Perhaps this was the sense of security from having an invincible master.

Hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng glared with her beautiful eyes.

“Bullshit! How could anyone have a mouth harder than mine!”

“No! How is my mouth hard!?”

Meng Yingxing didn’t speak.

“Where is it hard? Where is it hard! Speak, speak!”

Meng Yingxing still didn’t speak.

Now Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t sit still, making a fuss in Meng Yingxing’s mind.

It was only because the situation with the great enemy before them was urgent; otherwise, any discerning person could see the sword in Meng Yingxing’s hand shaking violently left and right very unnaturally, as if possessed.

Listening to Luo Yun’s rhetoric, Chi Zhanyue almost couldn’t hold back a sneer.

Luo Yun raised his long sword, holding his arm level and pointing straight at Chi Zhanyue.

“Listen to my command. Form the sword formation now! We will execute this demon together! Everyone will be rewarded according to their merit!”

Right now, Luo Yun’s command seemed absolute. Knowing that the demon’s strength before them seemed extraordinary, the low-level disciples looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and stood by Luo Yun’s side.

“Don’t go! That guy is a Di Huang Cang with Cluster Star strength! Do you want to die!?”

Meng Yingxing couldn’t help but step forward to stop them.

Although Meng Yingxing didn’t mind watching Luo Yun seek death, the other disciples were innocent and didn’t need to accompany Luo Yun.

“Just a Cluster Star rank! With so many of us, all at the Tiny Star Realm, can’t the sword formation we form break a single Cluster Star rank!?”

Luo Yun didn’t seem to realize how powerful the chasm was between the Tiny Star Realm and the Cluster Star Realm, or perhaps he believed too much in the power of a sword formation formed by a group of Tiny Star Realm cultivators.

In the cultivation world, three stinky tanners (ordinary people) couldn’t necessarily equal one Zhuge Liang (master strategist).

The other disciples seemed to be infected by Luo Yun’s hot blood; not one backed down.

Well then, one could only wish them success.

Five-star critic Mike Qingcheng commented again:

“A bunch of idiots.”

As the only one with a clear head who knew the score, Meng Yingxing did not participate. He just stood behind them, watching them form the Falling Peak Sword Formation.

Ferocious sword intent surged the moment the sword formation was completed. The sword moves and spiritual power of everyone condensed together, transforming into a massive sword of spiritual power.

It was even more gigantic than the Cloud-Covering Sword move Meng Yingxing had seen Mo Lianming use before.

Chi Zhanyue looked at the massive sword with fierce sword intent before him, a trace of disappointment revealing itself in his eyes.

He thought these people could come up with something fun, but it turned out to be just this.

The sword intent displayed by the sword formation of this bunch of people added together wasn’t even as good as that one sword strike swung by that sword spirit alone.

Chi Zhanyue lowered his stance, raised the Savage Moon Great Sword high, and supported it with one hand.

Then his demonic eyes opened wide in anger, his whole body’s demonic fire suddenly rose and burned. The Savage Moon Great Sword followed the momentum, swinging in a wide arc, slashing towards the soaring spiritual wind.

Two forces squeezed together, and after a moment of silence, they abruptly expanded and exploded!

Accompanied by the scattered screams of the Tianfeng Sect disciples, everyone who formed the sword formation was blown away by the demonic power, falling to the ground in disorder, spitting blood, unable to rise again.

For a moment, on the battlefield littered with Tianfeng Sect disciples, only Meng Yingxing and Chi Zhanyue remained standing.

Chi Zhanyue shouldered the Savage Moon Great Sword again, casually brushing off the nonexistent dust on his body.

His gaze didn’t fall on Luo Yun or the others again.

Defeated opponents were not worth a glance.

Whether they lived or died depended entirely on their own luck.

Chi Zhanyue’s demonic eyes immediately locked onto the only person still standing before him: Meng Yingxing.

Meng Yingxing stared dead at Chi Zhanyue, gripping the sword in his hand tightly.

Although the disparity in strength was still huge, Meng Yingxing would not shake in his hands now when facing someone as powerful as Chi Zhanyue.

Chi Zhanyue narrowed his eyes, sizing up Meng Yingxing properly.

Not seen for a while, the young man who was chased by him as a toy last time now had an overall temperament that had become increasingly sharp.

If the previous him was an ordinary hidden blade, now he was like a sword in the process of being unsheathed.

It was just a pity that the blade was still unformed; it was meaningless.