Jiao Feng let out a long breath, not bothering to hide the disdain in his eyes.
After running for an extended period, the dark red scabs covering his wounds were showing signs of cracking.
The delicate features of his youthful face slightly wrinkled, a glint of enjoyment flickering across his eyes.
The tearing agony was so stimulating that his entire body trembled slightly with pleasure.
He couldn't help but open his mouth, emitting a piercing long chant, "Aah!"
In that eerie chant, the entire low mountain forest fell silent, every bird and beast quivering with fear.
He looked out toward the hills beyond, eager to return to the village as soon as possible.
His lithe figure moved swiftly through the woods, and with an outstretched claw, he casually decapitated the black-robed colonel as if he were simply plucking a fruit from a tree.
Compared to the multitude of emotions in the demon's heart.
Shen Yi gripped his Ceremonial Blade, his eyes as serene as an ancient well, his attention entirely on the ferocious claw reaching towards him.
The scale-covered claw, carrying a raging aura, furiously pierced through the air.
Jiao Feng was unarmed, yet with his body alone he was formidable enough to look down upon divine weapons.
Be it the yellow dog, Black Ape, or the old Green Qilin's mother, they were all animals that had cultivated into spirits, well known to Shen Yi.
However, the beast before him had just let out a chant and the strange horn on its forehead suggested that it was a creature from the myths, one that likely required no cultivation, its original form already mythical.
Shen Yi's grip on his blade tightened, and despite the rapid beating of his heart, instead of feeling anxious, he inexplicably became excited.
He quickly channeled his energy into the blade, merging it with the night sky.
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The straight blade fell quietly, pausing briefly as it touched the scales of the claw, then easily sliced through.
Jiao Feng didn't even notice the pain; he was just puzzled as to why he didn't feel the familiar satisfaction of tearing through flesh.
In his view, half a palm fell, no blood spurting, only a few strands of crimson entwined on the ink-black blade.
Shen Yi wielded his blade with both hands, without a moment's hesitation.
Before Jiao Feng's disbelief had even fully surfaced, Shen Yi viciously plunged the Black Blade into the other's body!
The Ceremonial Blade was an inanimate object, yet it strangely exuded a sense of greed.
Countless tendrils of blood were drawn out, staining the blade crimson.
Jiao Feng suddenly grabbed the young man's wrist, and under those sharp claws, Shen Yi's Eight Treasures Mystic Body seemed to lose its effect, the fair skin shining with a dark light, immediately followed by the claws easily tearing it open.
It exerted force instantly, attempting to pull out that peculiar blade.
Shen Yi appeared oblivious to the pain, indifferently pushing the blade three inches further in.
Even with the Eight Treasures Mystic Body's enhancement, an Initial Realm Warrior could not possibly overpower a physically mighty Jiao Dragon.
But as the crimson aura on the blade flowed through the hilt into his body, he felt an inexhaustible strength, and even the wounds on his wrist healed at a visible rate.
Jiao Feng bared his teeth, his voice hoarse, the frenzy in his eyes even more intense than when his claw was severed.
"You dare to eat me?"
He began to snicker, finding the situation absurdly ridiculous.
Suddenly, his face twisted with rage!
The multitude of wounds on his body burst open completely, he let go of Shen Yi, grasped his own flesh and tore it fiercely!
In an instant, a massive creature about thirty feet long soared into the sky.
Its body whirled in the heavens, its head fierce and the solitary horn shining with a bloody light.
The Black Blade embedded in its body now seemed so trivial and insignificant.
The Jiao Dragon roared as it looked down from above with its vertical pupils fierce and tightly focused on Shen Yi. It even couldn't be bothered to shake off the Ceremonial Blade from its body, the dead object without control reverting to its original state, casting a dull black glow.
It roared again, the wild wind snapped the low trees and swept up the fallen leaves, furiously rushing towards the young man! Its massive body rolled down towards the ground below!
In such a disparity of size, a warrior without a blade was no longer a threat to it.
The way Shen Yi stood with his hands hanging by his sides seemed to confirm the Jiao Dragon's assumption.
Until he lifted his gaze to look.
During that breath, the Jiao Dragon seemed to sense some dangerous aura. Its scales erupted and it instinctively turned its head to look.
Behind itself, countless auras converged to form a curtain of swords.
In the ethereal moonlight, a demonic red light faintly glowed, and the evil within it was not at all inferior to its own.
What kind of demonic cultivator is this!
As Shen Yi's face turned pale, he exhaled a breath of foul air.
The heavens' qi descended with a thunderous crash!
The Jiao Dragon, with its huge body unable to avoid, could only try to curl up, using its hard black scales to protect its belly.
The invisible qi struck the Jiao Dragon's body, like hammering on iron, with dull thuds echoing through the valley, and in an instant, it was smashed down into the forest.
Once the qi dissipated, the bizarre red glow that remained stuck to its body like flames, unable to be extinguished no matter how it rubbed its body.
The sizzling sound of corrosion was continuous, and the black scales quickly melted away, revealing the flesh beneath.
The Jiao Dragon screamed miserably, stirring the surroundings into chaos.
Not until the red glow burned out did it shakily raise its head, its body in a sorry state, no longer feeling the pleasure of pain, with only a sense of survival in its vertical pupils.
It suddenly looked towards the young man, and upon seeing his pale face, finally let out a fierce laugh, "Good! Good! Now it's my turn."
Before its words ended, the Jiao Dragon suddenly realized that Shen Yi had closed his eyes.
This posture was clearly one of exhaustion, just waiting to be captured.
Yet deep in its heart, an inexplicable tremor arose.
The next moment, the sky was once again covered with a curtain of qi swords exactly like before.
Then came the second layer, the third layer…
Until it completely obscured the sky. The demonic red light filled the heavens, subtly revealing a hint of mockery.
The Jiao Dragon, neck stretched high, was frozen in place.
It violently opened its ghastly mouth, revealing sharp fangs, and its shrieking was sharp but tinged with despair, "Fake! All fake! You can't fool me!"
Shen Yi indifferently pressed his palm downwards.
Countless Celestial Gang Blood Fiends rolled in like a tide and completely submerged the insignificant Jiao Demon.
Forty years of a demon's lifespan.
Even he felt somewhat distressed for it.
Until a prompt flashed across the interface.
[Slain a Jiao Demon at the Initial Stage of the Jade Liquid Realm, total lifespan of one thousand four hundred and twenty-seven years, remaining lifespan after absorption one thousand two hundred and thirty years.]
[Remaining demon lifespan: One thousand four hundred and thirty-five years. Ready for condensation.]
Shen Yi walked towards the chaotic scene on the ground.
The remains that were still there had the red glow attached, which further dissolved in a few breaths.
He bent down to pick up the shimmering Jiao Dan and placed it together with the previously acquired Fox Monster Beast Origin.
This was not the time to tally up the gains.
Shen Yi turned and crossed the forest, casually picking up those two unlucky fellows, and hurried in the direction of the fishing village.