31: Chapter 31 Battle Against a Third-Order Demon

But little did he know, at the very moment he agreed to Wang Yang's request...

A thick killing intent flashed in Wang Yang's eyes.

To the side, Martial Artist Lin waited quietly on horseback, still fantasizing about how to get closer to Wang Yang during the upcoming journey.

However.

At that very moment.

A cold light suddenly erupted. The longsword originally tied to Wang Yang's waist had unsheathed itself at some unknown point. Accompanied by a sharp tearing sound, the longsword streaked across the night sky like lightning, carrying endless killing intent as it pierced toward Martial Artist Lin's body under his horrified gaze.

*Puchi!*

Blood splattered as the longsword pierced through his heart and emerged from his back.

With his heart wounded, he would not die immediately. However, the pain brought by the heart injury was like ten thousand ants biting his body.

That intense pain made him unable to hold back a wretched scream.

Yet, this was only the beginning.

Wang Yang abruptly pulled back the longsword in his hand. From the wound that had been plugged by the sword, blood surged out like a mountain torrent breaking a dam.

As a large amount of blood gushed out, both Martial Artist Lin and the warhorse beneath him were dyed a deep crimson.

From a distance, it looked as if he were wearing a robe of blood.

"Why!" Martial Artist Lin coughed violently while staring fixedly at Wang Yang. He couldn't understand why Wang Yang would attack him.

"Why... You can only blame your bad Luck." Wang Yang had no other perverse interests; he calmly answered the man's question and swung his sword once more.

A flash of white light appeared as the sharp edge instantly tore through the air. Before anyone could react, the blade had already slit Martial Artist Lin's throat.

Carrying intense resentment, Martial Artist Lin's head slammed heavily onto the ground, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.

And his headless body fell off as the startled warhorse bucked wildly.

It wasn't until the moment of his death that Martial Artist Lin realized he was wrong.

"Dispose of his body. The rest of you, follow me to Lingshi."

The members of the Wang Family looked at each other in dismay; they hadn't expected Wang Yang to act so decisively.

The Wang Family did not know that at the moment he struck, someone was secretly observing everything from afar.

"As expected, the Wang Family is very suspicious. This matter must be reported to the director immediately."

...

Lingshi.

Under Pei Qingyun's arrangements, the group conducted a simple search of the nearby area.

Eventually, all eight people from the two teams were found.

However, they were all corpses.

This outcome was no different from what he had anticipated.

So, Pei Qingyun wasn't too disappointed.

They were already dead; saying more was useless.

However, the fact that Martial Artist Lin, who had been sent to deliver the message, had yet to return gave him a bad premonition.

Could something have happened again?

Ever since the start of the Suppression Operation, Pei Qingyun wondered if he had stepped in dog shit.

From the memories of his predecessor, he understood that...

Whether it was a Corpse Tide or a Tier 3 Demon, the probability of their appearance was extremely low.

One might not encounter them even once in ten years, yet he had run into all of them within just a few days.

If someone called this good Luck, he truly wouldn't believe it.

"Forget it, the search of this area is basically complete. There's no point in looking further. It would be troublesome if that Tier 3 Demon wandered back here," Pei Qingyun thought to himself.

Since his Thousand Blade Slash reached Major Achievement and his cultivation pushed into the Mid stage of Five Viscera Realm, Pei Qingyun no longer feared Tier 3 Demons.

Not to mention that this morning, through the Luck of the Family, he had already cultivated the Thousand Blade Slash to Perfection.

But even so, he didn't want to face a Tier 3 Demon head-on.

Setting aside whether he could kill it, even if he did slay a Tier 3 Demon, the only benefit would be exposing his strength.

Other than that, there was no benefit at all.

Rather than doing that, he might as well leave this matter to Chen Yuanba. After all, this was Chen Yuanba's job.

Stop thinking about it; gather the people and leave early.

Clearing the stray thoughts from his mind, Pei Qingyun said to Pei Tianlin beside him, "Tianlin, go call them all over. It's time to leave."

"Yes, Old Ancestor." Pei Tianlin cupped his hands and quickly rode toward the direction of the three teams.

"This is bad... this is bad! A Tier 3 Demon has appeared." A Pei Family Martial Artist came galloping over on horseback, running straight into Pei Tianlin, who had just set out.

"Speak clearly, what exactly happened?" Pei Tianlin asked urgently.

"There's... there's a Tier 3 Demon. Quick, quick, quick... notify the Old Ancestor." The Pei Family Martial Artist panted heavily.

"What! A Tier 3 Demon has appeared!" Pei Tianlin's expression changed drastically, and he immediately turned his horse around.

"Old Ancestor, this is bad! A Tier 3 Demon has appeared!" Pei Tianlin shouted loudly.

"Holy shit." Pei Qingyun couldn't help but want to curse.

Whatever he talked about really showed up.

He was just thinking about the Tier 3 Demon matter.

And then his wish came true.

"Let's go."

Without time for much thought, Pei Qingyun rode his horse and galloped toward a certain direction.

Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters...

Under the lashing of the whip, the warhorse's speed reached its limit.

But Pei Qingyun still felt the speed was too slow.

Compared to modern transportation, the warhorse was still too far behind.

As Pei Qingyun drew closer, the situation ahead came into his view.

He saw a Tier 3 Demon relentlessly pursuing an Elder of the Pei Clan who was at Divine Power Perfection.

Furthermore, the gap between them was constantly closing.

Relying on the speed of the warhorse, he simply couldn't arrive to rescue the Elder of the Pei Clan before the Tier 3 Demon caught up.

"Since the speed isn't enough, I'll accelerate myself."

Pei Qingyun stomped down hard, exerting thousands of catties of force onto the stirrups.

How could the stirrups possibly withstand such massive power? In an instant, they exploded into countless fragments.

Even so, this immense force was only partially consumed. The vast majority of the power was pressed down upon the warhorse through his crotch.

The power erupted in that instant was so terrifying that the warhorse couldn't bear it at all, causing its hooves to snap as it tumbled and fell to the side.

However, propelled by this immense force, Pei Qingyun seemed to walk on air, crossing dozens of feet in just a few steps.

Under such an explosion of power, his speed was several times faster than that of the warhorse.

In less than ten breaths, he had already crossed dozens of feet and appeared directly above the Elder of the Pei Clan.

"I finally made it." Just as Pei Qingyun was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the Tier 3 Demon reached the position directly behind the Elder of the Pei Clan.

"Get out of the way!"

Pei Qingyun roared as his body's blood and Qi surged instantly. The scorching Yang Force, like the flames of a great sun, attached to the long saber in his hand as he swept it out toward the Tier 3 Demon.

*Whoosh!*

The long saber slashed out with a startling sound of breaking air. A flash of white light appeared, and the Yang Force on the blade's edge surged like fire, sweeping toward the Tier 3 Demon.

And the Elder of the Pei Clan below him jumped off his warhorse the moment he heard the warning.