306: Chapter 304 Slaying Demons

Yun Ming did not leave.

He hid on a distant mountain peak, pushing the Fuli Heaven-Concealing Record to its limit, his entire person appearing like a lifeless rock.

His gaze traveled across several miles, landing on that Early Nascent Soul Stage Yao Cultivator.

It hovered high in the air, arms crossed over its chest, a smile hanging on its lips.

To it, the battlefield below was nothing more than a pastime.

The human Cultivators struggling to hold on within the Mountain Guardian Array, the formation patterns constantly being blasted apart, and the blood splashing before the mountain gate were all scenery in its eyes.

Yun Ming could not bear to watch these people be wantonly slaughtered and toyed with by the Yao Race, so he prepared to strike.

However, he did not strike immediately, but waited for a long time.

He was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the Yao Cultivator to lower its guard, and waiting for its attention to be completely drawn by the battlefield below.

He was also observing to confirm whether this Yao Cultivator had any hidden cards or reinforcements.

He waited for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The Yao Cultivator's gaze occasionally swept across the distant mountain ridge, but never lingered.

Its Divine Sense covered a radius of several dozen miles, but the Fuli Heaven-Concealing Record concealed Yun Ming's aura completely, and in its view, this desolate mountain range was empty.

Yun Ming moved.

He did not release any killing intent, did not channel any Spiritual Pressure, and did not even use any Spell.

He simply drifted up from the mountain peak, silent and soundless, like a fallen leaf lifted by the wind.

The Tahua Zizai Escape Technique operated silently beneath his feet, at a speed neither fast nor slow, just enough to let him approach the Yao Cultivator within these few breaths of time.

He approached from the side and rear, avoiding the Yao Cultivator's line of sight and its Divine Sense scan.

When he was less than ten zhang away from the Yao Cultivator, it suddenly turned its head.

It was not because it discovered Yun Ming, but instinct.

The sixth sense of the Nascent Soul Stage Yao Cultivator made it sense danger.

Its vertical pupils constricted sharply, its body retreated violently, and at the same time, a crimson Demonic Qi exploded from within its body, transforming into a shockwave that spread in all directions.

But Yun Ming was faster.

He had long since concentrated all the power in his body into his right fist—the amplification of the Law of Heaven and Earth, his third-rank Body Refining Physical Body, all his Spiritual Power from the Early Nascent Soul Stage, and that golden entry: "Serious Punch."

He threw this punch from ten zhang away.

The fist aura pierced through the air, without sound, without spiritual light, only an invisible, compressed-to-the-extreme fist force.

That fist force traveled across the ten-zhang distance and slammed into the Yao Cultivator's chest.

The Yao Cultivator's body, as if struck by a great mountain, flew backward.

A large section of its chest caved in, a large area of dark purple scales shattered, and blood gushed out from the wound, drawing a long bloodline in the air.

Its body tumbled a dozen times in the air, crashing into and collapsing a distant mountain peak, where rubble buried it.

Yun Ming did not give it a chance to catch its breath.

He formed hand seals with both hands, channeling the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Curse with all his might; dozens of golden lightning bolts struck down from the Void Realm, dense as rain, blasting onto the collapsed mountain peak.

The mountain peak exploded amidst the lightning, rubble flew, and dust obscured the sky.

The Yao Cultivator rushed out from the rubble, drenched in blood, robes tattered, the wound on its chest deep enough to see the bone.

Its eyes turned blood-red, and its vertical pupils constricted into thin lines.

"You are courting death!"

It roared, waving its hands, and the Demonic Qi filling the sky transformed into countless black arrows, shooting toward Yun Ming, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.

Every arrow carried corrosive power, and wherever they passed, the air was dyed black.

Yun Ming did not retreat.

He took out the black tortoise heaven-suppressing shield from the map of mountains and rivers and held it horizontally in front of him.

The shield surface was as black as ink, and the patterns of the black tortoise Divine Beast flickered in the lightning.

The black arrows collided with the shield surface, emitting a dense "thud-thud" sound; the shield surface vibrated violently, and the black tortoise patterns flashed frantically.

Yun Ming gritted his teeth, hard-carrying this wave of attacks, advancing instead of retreating.

He formed hand seals with his other hand, channeling the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Heaven-Controlling True Formula.

He had already mastered this lightning technique Legacy when he was at the Golden Core Stage, and now that he had reached the Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Stage, its power was even greater.

Golden lightning gushed from his palm, transforming into a golden lightning Dragon, roaring as it pounced toward the Yao Cultivator.

Wherever the lightning Dragon passed, the black arrows shattered one after another, and the Demonic Qi was purified by the lightning, emitting a harsh hissing sound.

The Yao Cultivator's expression changed drastically; it drew a circle in front of itself with its hands, and a black Demonic Qi shield appeared out of thin air.

The golden lightning Dragon collided with the shield, exploding into circles of shockwaves intertwined with gold and black.

The shockwaves spread in all directions, leveling several mountain peaks below and tearing the clouds to shreds.

The shield trembled violently and was covered in cracks, but it did not shatter.

The Yao Cultivator gritted its teeth, injecting all the remaining Demonic Qi in its body into the shield, barely blocking this blow.

Yun Ming did not give it a chance to catch its breath.

He took out the cauldron of all things mother qi from the map of mountains and rivers, with the cauldron mouth facing downward; the flames of the golden crow feather transformed into a golden fire Dragon, rushing out from the cauldron, roaring as it pounced toward the Yao Cultivator.

The fire Dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, its entire body burning with intense golden flames; wherever the flames passed, the air was burned into distortion.

The Yao Cultivator roared, its hands condensing a pitch-black demonic blade, the blade body three zhang long, entirely black, with blood-red electric arcs leaping on the blade edge.

It gripped the blade with both hands, slashing toward the fire Dragon.

The blade light collided with the fire Dragon, exploding into circles of golden ripples.

The fire Dragon was severed into two pieces, but the broken body transformed into two clusters of flames, pouncing toward the Yao Cultivator from both sides.

The Yao Cultivator could not dodge in time, and its left arm was licked by the flames; the scales of the entire arm instantly turned charred black, the flesh evaporated, revealing white bone.

It screamed, slashed open the flames on the left side with its blade, and its body retreated violently.

How could Yun Ming let it escape?

He transformed into a five-colored stream of light, starting later but arriving earlier, blocking the path in front of the Yao Cultivator.

His right fist swung out again; this punch did not use the "Serious Punch," but simply concentrated the power of the Law of Heaven and Earth and the Spiritual Power of the Nascent Soul Stage together.

The fist aura slammed into the Yao Cultivator's chest, knocking its body backward, right into the golden fire Dragon chasing from behind.

The fire Dragon opened its giant mouth, biting down on the Yao Cultivator's right leg.

The Golden Crow Flame burned frantically, and the Yao Cultivator's right leg from below the knee instantly turned into ash.

The Yao Cultivator let out a shrill scream, its body falling from mid-air and smashing into a mountain peak below.

The mountain peak was smashed into a huge crater, rubble flew, and dust filled the sky.

It lay at the bottom of the pit, charred black all over, limbs mutilated, its breath faint.

It still wanted to struggle and climb up, but its body no longer obeyed it.

Its Nascent Soul flew out from its Dantian, transforming into a ghostly green light sphere, wanting to escape.

Yun Ming summoned the map of mountains and rivers, the nearby space was instantly suppressed, and he reached out and grabbed; the Nascent Soul stopped three inches from his palm, trembling violently, but could no longer fly away.

Yun Ming looked down at the Nascent Soul in his hand.

It was very small, only the size of an infant's fist, emitting a ghostly green light; within the light, a shrunken version of the Yao Cultivator was vaguely visible, curled up into a ball, shivering.

He did not look for long, casually stuffing the Nascent Soul into the map of mountains and rivers.

In the world within the map, the heavens and earth turned upside down; the golden light of the fusang divine tree and the ghostly green Demonic Qi intertwined, and the power of the Law firmly suppressed that Nascent Soul.

Yun Ming put away the cauldron of all things mother qi, put away the black tortoise heaven-suppressing shield, and put away the golden lightning filling the sky.

He stood on the ruins, looking down at the corpse of the Yao Cultivator.

The corpse had been burned beyond recognition by the Golden Crow Flame, and one could only barely make out the human shape.