The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Chapter 94 Evil Wind

Song Yi shook his head, his tone calm: "I am not a demon king, but the master of this Cangmang Mountain. I am also your king's neighbor."

"Neighbor?"

The little demon was taken aback at first, then sneered: "Which peak's newly crowned demon king are you? You've got quite the nerve, daring to call yourself the master of Cangmang Mountain! My Great King has reigned supreme over Cangmang Mountain for three thousand years, and who within ten thousand miles dares to disrespect him? Where did you come from, daring to utter such boastful words!"

Song Yi was not angry, but calmly said, "I am the True Lord of Salvation bestowed by the Heavenly Court, and this Cangmang Mountain is the sacred ground granted to me by the Jade Emperor. Tell me, am I not the master of Cangmang Mountain?"

The mountain-guarding demon was shocked upon hearing this, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly dropped his weapon and stumbled into the cave to report the news.

In a short while, demonic energy surged from Qixia Peak, and figures flew out of the caves.

Dozens of demon kings soared into the air, riding demonic clouds to the front of the mountain gate. Rolling demonic energy covered the sky and the sun, suppressing the surrounding mountains and forests into silence.

The leader was dressed in a yellow brocade robe. He was short and stocky, with a rather ugly appearance, but his eyes gleamed with a cold, sharp light. His demonic power surged like the sea, indicating that he had already reached the Xuanxian stage of cultivation.

Behind him followed seven or eight demon kings, some with a single horn on their heads, others with wings on their backs, each exuding a menacing aura and a terrifying demonic presence.

The Wind Demon looked down at Song Yi and suddenly burst into laughter: "I thought you were some important figure, but you're just a mere celestial deity. How dare you come before me and call yourself the master of Cangmang Mountain? How utterly shameless!"

At this point, a mocking look appeared in his eyes: "It just so happens that my cave dwelling is short of a little entertainer to tend the fire. If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I might take pity on you and take you under my wing."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding demons burst into laughter.

"Not bad, a mere celestial deity dares to cause trouble at Qixia Peak."

"Those fictitious gods in Heaven are nothing but good-for-nothings!"

"Haha, today is the King's birthday banquet, which will surely add another source of amusement."

Various sarcastic remarks echoed continuously among the mountains.

However, Song Yi did not change his expression at all when faced with the ridicule of the demons. He simply glanced at the demons and said indifferently, "Those with fur and horns are truly not worthy of being in a refined setting."

Upon hearing this, the demon kings were immediately enraged.

"court death!"

The black-faced bear demon was the first to lash out. With a roar, its demonic aura surged, and it swung a pair of millstone-sized iron hammers down at Song Yi's head.

The other demon kings also attacked at the same time. In an instant, swords, spears, halberds, demonic winds, and black mist surged in, engulfing Song Yi's figure.

Song Yi remained calm and composed, and with a flick of his wrist, a long sword was already in his hand.

The long sword was entirely blue-green, with a shimmering blue light flowing across its blade; it was none other than the Green Cord Sword of the Long-Browed Taoist.

This sword is the treasure that the Long-Browed Immortal used to refine demons and attain enlightenment. In terms of power, it is no less powerful than a primordial spiritual treasure.

With a flick of his wrist, the Azure Chain Sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, its light spreading like water, transforming into a streak of azure light that swept out horizontally.

The black-faced bear demon's iron hammer collided with the sword light first. With a crisp sound, both iron hammers were sliced ​​in half as easily as tofu.

The sword light continued its relentless advance, grazing the bear demon's neck.

Before the bear demon's angry expression had faded, a huge head shot into the sky, gushing out demon blood that stained the stone steps in front of the cave red.

The other demon kings were all greatly alarmed upon seeing this.

The snake demon screamed and transformed into a giant python tens of feet long, opening its blood-red maw to bite Song Yi.

Without even glancing at it, Song Yi swung his sword backhand, the cyan sword light drawing a crescent-shaped arc, cutting into the snake demon's gaping maw and slicing out from its tail, splitting the entire giant python in two.

The snake demon didn't even have time to scream before it died on the spot.

Two more demon kings, relying on their agility, attacked from both sides.

Song Yi made a hand seal with his left hand, and a golden light shot out from his fingertips, transforming into two golden ropes that bound the two demons tightly.

Immediately, the Green Chain Sword flew out of his hand, spun once in the air, and then the two heads rolled to the ground.

In just a few breaths, most of the seven or eight demon kings were dead or wounded.

The remaining two or three demon kings dared not linger in battle, terrified out of their wits, and turned to flee.

One of the leopard demons ran the fastest, transforming into a gust of black wind to escape. Song Yi casually pointed, and the Azure Chain Sword transformed into a streak of green light, chasing after it, piercing through the black wind, and pinning the leopard demon to an ancient pine tree.

The other two demon kings managed to escape during this brief moment, not daring to look back, and vanished in an instant.

In just a short while, the group of demon kings who had been so aggressive just moments before were either dead or had fled, leaving a mess of demon corpses lying haphazardly in front of their cave.

The little demons carrying the congratulatory gifts had long been frightened and scattered in all directions, leaving the gifts scattered all over the ground, and fruits and wine rolling everywhere.

The Wind Demon witnessed all of this, his face turning extremely gloomy.

He was the birthday celebrant and, being proud of his status, was unwilling to take action himself. He never expected Song Yi to be so powerful.

Seeing the heavy casualties among the demon kings, he could no longer contain himself and roared, "You Heavenly Court brats, how dare you kill my fellow Daoists! Prepare to die!"

He reached out and a three-pronged steel fork flew out of the cave, its tip gleaming coldly and weighing over a thousand pounds.

The steel fork was entirely black, its tip gleaming with a chilling light, and it was faintly writhing with vengeful spirits emanating from it.

It's unknown how many lives were lost under this steel fork, which is why it has cultivated such a strong malevolent aura.

Although the Wind Demon was short in stature, its aura suddenly changed as it held the trident. Its demonic energy soared into the sky, causing the clouds above to change color, and birds and beasts within a radius of dozens of miles all lay on the ground trembling.

Song Yi dared not be negligent. He summoned the Azure Sword back into his hand. The sword trembled slightly and emitted a clear dragon's roar, its azure light shining brightly.

He stepped into the void and took the lead in drawing his sword. A streak of azure sword light tore through the sky and went straight for the Wind Demon.

Feng Mo snorted coldly, and his three steel forks were thrust out horizontally. The forks and swords clashed, producing a deafening metallic clang. The shockwaves exploded outwards, causing several cracks to appear on the stone steps in front of the cave.

The two used their respective skills and fought on the same side.

That Wind Demon was indeed a powerful demon with years of experience. Its demonic power was as deep as the ocean. It wielded its three steel forks with great force, each fork carrying immense power. When it struck the Azure Chain Sword Light, it made Song Yi's arm go numb.

Although Song Yi had never practiced swordsmanship before, he had read countless classic texts of the Human Teachings in the Great Crimson Heaven and listened to the sages preach, and thus gained a great deal of understanding of the Taiqing Sword Dao.

Although his strength was inferior to his opponent's, he was superior in skill and agility. The light of his green sword was as graceful as a swimming dragon, and the sword's edge was aimed at all the vital points of the Wind Demon's body.

The two fought from the front of the cave to the top of Qixia Peak, and then from the mountaintop to above the clouds.

The demonic wind and sword light clashed, and the booming sound was incessant, causing all the lesser demons to tremble in fear.

After fighting for about a hundred rounds, Feng Mo became increasingly agitated. His cultivation level was clearly higher than Song Yi's, and his magical power was also more profound. However, the opponent's sword was simply too sharp. Every time his three-pronged steel fork clashed with the sword's edge, a chip would appear on the fork.

After fighting for more than thirty rounds, Song Yi spotted an opening and slashed down with his Qing Suo sword, striking the head of the steel fork squarely. With a crack, the middle fork of the three-pronged fork was severed cleanly at the root. Immediately afterward, the sword flashed, and the left and right prongs were also cut off.

With only a bare fork in his hand, the Wind Demon was filled with shock and anger, and retreated repeatedly.

Enraged, he laughed coldly, throwing the broken fork to the ground. "What a fine sword," he said in a low voice, "I underestimated you. But do you think you can defeat me with just this sword?"

Before he could finish speaking, the Wind Demon suddenly opened its mouth wide and blew hard at Song Yi.

With this gust of wind, the world suddenly changed color.