Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 201 Magical Powers

"Help! Help!"

The people of Luye are naturally good at running and howling.

Legend has it that their ancestors were despised by the noble Feathered People and called "good at running but stupid," only knowing how to wander around and find grass seeds to fill their stomachs.

Just being able to eat grass seeds makes them happily chirp.

It was only after they were taught by messengers from the land of immortals and gradually developed their expertise in planting that their population was able to expand.

However, the talent in their bloodline has not been forgotten.

These fleeing villagers were letting out increasingly sharp and high-pitched cries as they ran.

They only wanted to escape to the chieftain's house or to the Deer King Temple.

However, the Deer King Temple is on the slope south of the village, while they are still on the main road north of the village, which is too far away.

If they fled to the clan chief's house, they would have to pass by countless households along the way, and there might even be their own home along the way.

These complex and difficult things swirled in their minds, and the pain burned like fire inside their bodies.

This spurred them to run faster and shout higher.

Following behind them was a burly, hairy giant.

He had a long face, almost like a horse's, but his canines protruded, and blood filled the gaps between his teeth. His clothes were tattered, revealing a lot of black body hair and scars.

A broken arrow was stuck in his left chest, and his feet were exposed with long, rough toenails.

However, his right arm, near his wrist, was wrapped in a rather exquisite brown leather wristband.

The large knife was over five feet long, seemingly carved from grayish-white rock. The blade was wider at the front and narrower at the back, with many scratches and bloodstains of varying depths.

Although the handle was thick, the texture was quite delicate, which suited the feel of this horse-faced man.

Both the knife and the wrist guards are clearly weapons for countless battles.

He walked much less frequently than the villagers, but his strides were long.

The distance covered by a single leap is equivalent to the distance those villagers cover by running a dozen or so steps.

He charged forward step by step, attacking his target, even tearing out his heart and throwing it into his mouth.

Finally, someone in the village heard their howls.

Some of the most combative young men, armed with rakes and pitchforks, charged out.

But some of the more mature ones were startled when they looked closely.

"Horse-faced Jufu?!"

Horse-faced Jufu is not an individual's name, but the name of a tribe, just like the people of Deerfield.

Legend has it that in the mountains thousands of miles to the north, there are several Jufu tribes, and their finest possessions are never clothes or shoes, but weapons.

That was a race that was insanely fond of war.

However, due to the great distance and the complex terrain, very few people would venture through the deep forests to this relatively flat plain.

The able-bodied men who had rushed out of the village stopped in their tracks, hesitant to advance rashly.

But led by a middle-aged man, they all began to howl.

The sound was like a crane's cry or a flute's note, sharp and clear, spreading far and wide across the plains.

The sounds piled up in clusters, filled with vigilance and hostility.

Many more people in the village, also facing north, echoed this sentiment.

hold head high! !

The cacophony of whistling sounds, when it reached Jufu's side, seemed to completely dissipate, converging into one.

A loud and long rhythm suddenly resounded around Jufu.

Horse-faced Ju Fu's face stiffened, and he stopped in his tracks.

The hair on his temples, ears, and chest was still being blown by the wind, but his muscles were as taut as stone, showing no sign of weakening.

His eyes twitched, and he held the knife horizontally in front of his chest, seemingly trying to resist the intimidating force of the howling sound.

But after only a breath or two, he seemed to adapt to the pressure, and the muscles in his arm suddenly twitched as he swung it backward with all his might.

However, the arm was almost obviously stretched out slightly and taut to the extreme as it was swung backward.

The next moment, the arm swung forward again, and the broadsword slipped from the hand.

The village's young men were terrified. Dozens of them fell to the side in chaos. The knife spun and shot towards them, but missed everyone.

Just outside the village, a millstone was struck by a large knife, and with a loud crash, the two layers of hard stone shattered into six or seven pieces.

But because everyone is afraid of being hit by that knife.

Without their guidance, the howling sound immediately lost its power.

Horse-faced Jufu's figure had already started his charge, grinning as he rushed towards them.

A young man raised the iron fork in his hand.

The hard skin on the father's palm broke the tip of the iron fork, and he was about to crush the man's head when his five fingers suddenly twitched and trembled.

A silver needle was inserted into his wrist bone.

The pain penetrates to the bone, a piercing pain.

At the same time, there was a strong sense of presence, like the shadow of a giant umbrella, rapidly approaching and enveloping the surroundings.

Ju Fu looked up in alarm.

A figure flew down from a distant rooftop, with three bright golden flames hovering around him.

"A divine child?! How is that possible?"

Horse-faced Jufu tightened his toes, thrusting them into the ground and then flicking them back, his body quickly dodging.

This is clearly a patch of yellow earth, and the topsoil is already cracked and dry. If subjected to a strong impact, it would only crumble into powder.

But after Ju Fu kicked the shovel, a large patch of land, like a thick stone slab, stood up on the spot.

Chu Tianshu flew over and placed his palm on the yellow stone slab. He was surprised to find that the hardness of the stone slab was no less than that of real granite.

He changed his palm strike from a chop to a thrust, releasing his inner force from his palm.

The entire yellow stone slab suddenly turned bluish and shiny.

Boom! !

With a loud bang, the stone slab smashed into Ju Fu's body and shattered into powder.

Ju Fu slid back five or six meters, his upper body still leaning backward, unable to stop the momentum, his steps faltering as he retreated again and again.

Chu Tianshu let out a soft "hmm".

A rock, infused with his inner strength, should be enough to shatter the monster's upper body when smashed down like this.

It is said that the best among the Jufu (a type of scholar) can turn mud into stone; that is their innate supernatural ability.

The essence of this supernatural power is not actually grasping the soil with one's hands, nor is it actually turning mud into stone; rather, it is a kind of ability to manipulate soil and stone.

That stone slab was indeed as hard as a rock when it blocked Chu Tianshu.

When it actually hits the father, it reverts to its original state as soil.

Therefore, even with internal force, he couldn't kill Ju Fu instantly.

Just as the father was about to regain his balance with his last kick, he forcefully stomped his heel down.

Suddenly, a stalagmite emerged from the ground and landed on his heel.

The seven-foot-long earthen pillar and stalagmite propelled his body upwards rapidly. With a powerful push from his legs, he was launched backwards.

This time, Chu Tianshu ignored the stalagmite.

His afterimage, like a long dragon, rushed close to the stalagmite before suddenly blurring.

The afterimage traced an exceptionally smooth arc, circling around the side of the stalagmite.

While still in mid-air, before he even landed, Jufu sensed that the divine child had already caught up to him below.

The pale yellow palm lifted upwards, and with a slight twist of the hand, a blue suction force pulled the father down sharply.

Under this suction force, even with his physique, Jufu was unable to change his shape in mid-air and could only crash his back into that palm.

Chu Tianshu's hand sank slightly, and then he released his strength.

boom! !

Horse-faced Jufu let out a miserable scream, his limbs spread wide, a shockwave exploded around his body, and his limbs twisted and bent backward, hanging down.

Chu Tianshu raised one arm, still holding him in the air, quite curious about the battle that had just taken place.

"You man-eating monkey, you seem to be able to control the earth with your touch, so why are you jumping into the air and leaving the ground?"

(End of this chapter)