I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

They arrived so quickly!

The thought had just begun to cross everyone's minds.

From the surrounding dense forest came a series of rustling sounds.

Then, whoosh!

The sound of air being torn apart continued as hundreds of dark figures darted out from the dense jungle and deep bushes!

Demons, they're all demons!

They come in various shapes and are of different varieties.

There's a wild boar demon with protruding tusks!

There is a five-step snake spirit with a long tongue that drips saliva!

There was a hedgehog spirit, its body covered in stiff bristles, holding rusty knives, forks, and clubs in its hands.

These demons all appeared to have eaten human flesh; their pupils were bloodshot, and their eyes were filled with greed and violence for food.

They cackled and surrounded Ning Chen and his group.

The intense demonic aura, mixed with the stench of blood and wild beasts, made Sun Rongrong, Wu Dajin, and the others vomit.

"More food has arrived! My minions, let me pick the chewiest ones first!"

A deep, hoarse voice rang out, like a sixteen-cylinder engine, making people's hearts tremble!

The little demons automatically parted to make way, and the heavy footsteps sounded like drums, making everyone's hearts beat involuntarily in sync with the sound.

A ferocious figure, several times larger than an ordinary tiger, slowly stood upright and stepped out.

The demon was three zhang tall, with a waist ten spans wide, its colorful fur as fine as brocade, and a steel whip and iron tail hanging behind it.

His eyes, like copper bells, shone with a fierce light; his gaping maw, like a blood-red basin, dripped with saliva.

His mouth was like a row of steel swords with serrated edges, and his throat made a whooshing sound.

Wearing a tattered silver helmet, its light outshines the white snow.

Clad in a full suit of armor, he stood out against the autumn frost.

It is truly a mountain demon king descended to the mortal world, and a spirit from the mountain ridge displayed its power!

That fierce aura soared into the sky, stirring up gusts of cold wind in the forest. It was none other than General Yin, the demon king who occupied Shuangcha Ridge!

Everyone's hearts nearly stopped, and following Luo Zhantian's emergency plan, they quickly huddled together.

Seven experienced high-level martial artists formed a circular formation on the outer perimeter, protecting Ning Chen, Chen Feng, and other Divine Realm cultivators in the center.

They drew their swords, their blood surging, and stared at the monsters and demons around them.

Their mission was clear: even at the cost of their lives, they had to hold off these lesser demons and protect the other divine beings.

This creates an opportunity for Ning Chen and Chen Feng to kill General Yin!

General Yin's crimson eyes swept over the group of prey.

It opened its blood-red maw, about to speak, but suddenly stopped.

Its cruel and mocking gaze was fixed on the young man in the center of the crowd, who wore a blue Taoist robe and had a calm expression.

On General Yin's ferocious tiger-like face, a look of doubt first appeared, followed by a look of terror.

It stared intently at Ning Chen's face, its nostrils twitching uncontrollably, as if it were sniffing out the scent deep in its memory that it both hated and feared.

Its tiger body tensed up almost imperceptibly for a moment.

"Now is the time!"

A fierce glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes; he had been waiting for this fleeting opportunity!

He pulled out the Five Thunder Orthodox Talisman that he had been holding in his hand, which his master, Immortal Yang Li, had claimed to be the orthodox talisman of the Xuanmen!

Chen Feng formed a hand seal, fully activating the talisman.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows its power, five thunderbolts strike, by imperial decree!"

The cinnabar talisman in his hand instantly ignited and turned to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding silver lightning bolt tore through the gloom of the forest, carrying the imposing power of heaven, and struck General Yin's huge tiger head with lightning speed!

boom!

click!

Thunder roared, and lightning bolts danced wildly!

The location where General Yin was standing was instantly engulfed by blinding lightning.

Countless tiny sparks danced and leaped across its body, and a burnt smell filled the air.

General Yin's once glossy, mottled fur was now charred black, and his tattered silver helmet was twisted and deformed by the blows, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

"Did it work?"

Chen Feng was overjoyed and almost shouted out loud.

The people around them, whether martial artists or novice travelers, all felt a sudden sense of relief.

"Did you...done it?"

"Did you severely damage it?"

"Brother Feng is awesome!"

Even the little demons, who were baring their teeth and claws, were stunned by the sudden fright and forgot to howl for a moment, resulting in a brief silence.

However, this silence lasted for less than a second.

"Ha, a mere grain of rice dares to shine?"

The lightning subsided, and the smoke and dust dissipated.

General Yin chuckled coldly, gently shaking his tiger-like body as if a wild beast were shaking off water droplets.

Scorched tiger fur fragments and armor shreds fell in a flurry.

Beneath it lay a sturdy tiger skin, completely unharmed except for slightly curly fur.

General Yin's fierce and violent aura did not diminish in the slightest. On the contrary, it became even more tyrannical and bloodthirsty because of Chen Feng's provocation!

It slowly turned its head, its scarlet beastly eyes locking onto Chen Feng, whose face was deathly pale.

"Are you tickling me? You dare show off this cheap trick in front of me?"

Before he finished speaking, General Yin's figure suddenly blurred and disappeared from the spot!

Its speed is so fast that it's almost like teleportation!

Apart from Ning Chen, everyone present, including those battle-hardened seventh-level martial artists, could not visually detect General Yin's movements.

Chen Feng felt a stench hit him, and the shadow of death loomed before his eyes!

"die!"

General Yin's tiger claws viciously slashed towards Chen Feng's chest.

When General Yin unleashed the Black Tiger Heart-Piercing Move, its power and momentum were even greater than that of a ninth-level Grandmaster, making it unstoppable!

Chen Feng's pupils constricted to the size of pinpoints.

His brain was sending out alarming warnings!

Get out of the way! Get out of the way now!

But his body seemed frozen. The Five Thunderbolts had exhausted all his energy. Now, he couldn't even raise his arm to block, let alone dodge.

In Chen Feng's eyes, time was slowed down infinitely.

He could only watch helplessly as a gigantic tiger claw, gleaming with cold light, tore through the air with terrifying power capable of splitting gold and shattering stone, viciously plucked towards his heart!

Finished!

This was the only thought in Chen Feng's mind.

At the critical moment!

Ding!

Like the crisp sound of gold and jade clashing, it broke the silence of death.

The tiger claw, powerful enough to tear apart thick alloy, suddenly stopped less than three inches from Chen Feng's left chest.

A long, slender, fair, and seemingly ordinary human hand appeared there at some unknown time.

With his palm slightly open, he firmly gripped the tiger's claw, which was larger than a palm-leaf fan!

No matter how hard General Yin tried, he couldn't budge it an inch!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Everyone, including the still-shaken Chen Feng, was utterly astonished, their mouths agape as they stared at the owner of that hand, Ning Chen!

He appeared half a step in front of Chen Feng, still with that indifferent expression, as if he had just casually brushed aside a falling leaf.

Ning Chen raised his eyes to look at General Yin, who was close at hand and whose beastly eyes revealed a look of surprise and uncertainty. His tone was calm and clear.

"It seems you didn't heed a word of what I said when I spared your life back then."

"Do you remember? I said that if you ever do evil, I will personally kill you."

General Yin's massive body stiffened abruptly, and the memory of fear buried deep in his blood and soul exploded with a bang, accompanied by the calm yet unfathomable human face before him!

That night, his own mother, on the verge of death, returned to the cave.

The human, wielding a longsword, stepped into the cave like a demon.

The mother's final plea, that indifferent figure turning away—these have appeared in its dreams many times over the years...

"It's...it's you?"

General Yin's voice suddenly became sharp and distorted, filled with disbelief and horror, as well as hatred and rage that had been suppressed for countless years!

"It's you! The human monk who killed my mother!"

"roar!"

Upon confirming the enemy's identity, both old and new grudges instantly overwhelmed General Yin's remaining rationality.

It unleashed a deafening roar, the sound waves rolling and causing the leaves around it to fall like rain. Some of the lesser demons were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating indiscriminately.

When the mountain lord is enraged, all beasts tremble in fear!

"Big brother! Second brother! Come quickly and help me!"