274: Intention

Before the three demons could even observe this object!

The pale purple silk body flowed like moonlight, instantly expanding several zhang in length following Yu Qingyan's will.

Her fair hands danced swiftly as she chanted a spell, transforming the Illusory Feather Silk into three purple rainbows connected head to tail, sweeping towards the Bear Demon, Fox-faced Demon, and Horned Demon respectively.

The Bear Demon was about to swing its fist to block the Flying Sword when the purple rainbow that rushed towards it entangled its body.

The seemingly soft Illusory Feather Silk actually contained immense force. The Bear Demon tried to muster its strength to break free, but only felt its Meridians as if pierced by steel needles, the pain unbearable.

Before it could let out a roar, the purple rainbow suddenly tightened. With a crisp 'chi-la' sound, it directly cut the burly Bear Demon in half at the waist. Blood mixed with the glow of its Demon Core sprayed out.

With a single move, this Nascent Soul Realm beast was instantly killed.

This was the power of a heaven-rank magic treasure.

Cultivation Techniques, Magic Treasures, and divine abilities—these three things are often the fundamental factors determining a Cultivator's killing power.

Many prodigies who kill enemies across realms often excel remarkably in one of these three categories.

On the other side, before the Fox-faced Demon's afterimages could dissipate, the second purple rainbow locked onto its aura. It intended to rely on its movement technique to dodge, but found the silk following like a shadow, impossible to shake off no matter how it moved.

The purple rainbow suddenly transformed into a sky full of silk rain, piercing through all the afterimages one by one. The Fox-faced Demon let out a shrill scream, its true form forced to reveal itself. Just as it was about to summon its Innate Demon Weapon, several silk threads wrapped around its neck and limbs.

Seeing its two companions die instantly, the Horned Demon turned and fled in terror.

But at this moment, its aura had long been locked onto by the Illusory Feather Silk. With a 'crack' sound, the incredibly hard dark red halo shattered instantly. The Horned Demon's sharp horn was severed at the root, blood gushing out like a spring.

A dim Demon Core was rolled back by the Illusory Feather Silk and delivered into Yu Qingyan's hand.

In the blink of an eye, the three Nascent Soul Realm Yao Race members had all perished.

Yu Qingyan turned her gaze towards Li Pingan and the other in the blood pool. It seemed something major had happened in this Demon Suppressing Tower. Should she wake them?

This time, it was only three Nascent Soul Realm beasts that came.

But what if other Yao Race members come again?

Yu Qingyan pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

The Opportunity of the ten thousand demon blood quenching pool is significant. Missing it would surely be a great loss on the path of cultivation.

After making up her mind, Yu Qingyan walked gracefully towards the shattered stone door, standing guard alone!

...Outside the Demon Suppressing Tower, the bluestone ground cracked like a spiderweb, dust still filling the air. A Deity Transformation Realm great demon lay collapsed on the ground, its scales peeling off like shattered jade. Crimson blood soaked a large area of land, emitting a pungent, bloody stench.

"Damn it, do you really think I'm a pushover!"

The great demon roared, its remaining demonic power suddenly surging wildly. Its body swelled several times at a visible rate, its surface glowing with a blinding crimson light. The surrounding air was distorted into ripples by this overwhelmingly violent force.

Yet, facing this suicidal stance, Chu Haotian didn't even bat an eye.

He slowly clenched his five fingers. This seemingly casual movement stirred the vast Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth, causing the wind and clouds to change, the sun and moon to lose their light.

In an instant, centered on Chu Haotian, the spiritual energy within several zhang condensed abruptly, forming an intangible, transparent barrier. Like a heavenly curtain, it firmly enveloped the great demon, airtight.

"Boom——!"

A deafening explosion erupted. The Deity Transformation Realm great demon's body self-destructed violently inside the barrier. The terrifying energy shockwave crashed against the barrier's inner walls like a tsunami, the light so dazzling it was impossible to look directly at.

But when the dust settled, that spiritual energy barrier remained intact, not even a single ripple appearing.

Chu Haotian stood in place, his robes fluttering. Not even a sleeve was affected, as if that earth-shattering self-destruction was merely a gentle breeze passing by.

"An ant trying to shake a tree." Chu Haotian uttered these four words faintly.

A Deity Transformation Realm self-destruction, trying to fight to the death with a Void Refining Realm Cultivator? Utterly laughable!

Chu Haotian turned his gaze towards the western horizon, where a faint trace of demonic power lingered, but its source had long vanished.

"Wasted so much time, yet one beast still managed to escape."

The news of the Mount Zhenyue Tower Master's defection from the Demon Suppressing Tower had yet to settle, and now this Yunche Daoist had followed suit, colluding with the Yao Race to cause chaos.

Chu Haotian narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering the current situation.

The Eighteen Demon Suppressing Towers are key to suppressing the demonic threat in this region. Now, two have encountered incidents. Who knows what the situation is with the remaining sixteen?

With the Yao Race army pressing at the borders, if more people defect, the Rain God Continent will be caught between two fronts.

"Revered Master!"

At that moment, two figures quickly approached—Zhao Jingchen and Lin Xiuqin. After landing, they immediately bowed in salute, their expressions grave.

"Elder Song has already led the Sect's experts to pursue the fleeing Yao Race remnants," Zhao Jingchen reported.

Lin Xiuqin couldn't help but look up and mutter, "I never expected even this first Demon Suppressing Tower to have such a major incident. Revered Master, how did you sense something was wrong in advance?"

Looking at his two Disciples, Chu Haotian couldn't help but recall the composed demeanor Ye Hao displayed when he came to the Tianque Sect to discuss a deal that day.

Sigh, fortunately, this kid Jing Chen still has some nodding acquaintance with those two.

"It wasn't me who sensed it; it was that Young Friend Ye."

Zhao Jingchen was suddenly stunned, then showed a look of surprise: "You mean... Young Master Ye and Young Master Li?"

Lin Xiuqin narrowed her eyes slightly, somewhat incredulous.

Chu Haotian didn't explain further, waving his hand: "Let's go, to the Demon Suppressing Tower."

In an instant, the three figures transformed into three streams of light, appearing instantly above the Demon Suppressing Tower.

At this moment, the Demon Suppressing Tower was no longer as majestic as yesterday. The outer Formation was destroyed, floors were damaged in many places, walls covered in cracks. Inside, the fighting continued unabated—screams, clashing weapons rising and falling, Demonic Qi and the smell of blood intermingling and spreading.

Chu Haotian narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze piercing through the layers of the tower, instantly locking onto the ten thousand demon blood pool at the core of the Demon Suppressing Tower.

The next second, his figure flashed, appearing in the blood pool.

Looking at the woman fighting a Peak Nascent Soul Realm demon, his eyes burned as they fixed on the Illusory Feather Silk.

"It's actually a heaven-rank magic treasure!" Chu Haotian's heart stirred slightly.

What identity does this woman have? So young, her cultivation only at the third layer of Nascent Soul Realm, yet she possesses such a treasure. To know, a Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator holding a heaven-rank magic treasure is like a child carrying a precious jade. If an ordinary Loose Cultivator had such an Opportunity, they would have long been coveted and become a victim under another's sword.

Chu Haotian pondered for a moment, too lazy to examine further, casually waving his hand.

An invisible force shot through the air. That Peak Nascent Soul Realm great demon, still attacking wildly, didn't even have time to scream before instantly exploding into a mist of blood, dissipating into the air.

Yu Qingyan suddenly turned her head, her eyes wary as she looked at the suddenly appearing Chu Haotian. Then she immediately composed her expression and bowed in salute:

"Junior Yu Qingyan of the Tiangong Pavilion, thank you for your assistance, Senior."

An existence that could casually suppress and kill a Peak Nascent Soul Realm Yao Race member was definitely not someone she could contend with. Yu Qingyan understood the stakes well, immediately announcing her Sect affiliation—both to identify herself and as a form of self-protection.

"Tiangong Pavilion?"

Chu Haotian murmured it twice, then reminded her: "Little girl, the Magic Treasure in your hand is too conspicuous. Don't show it off easily in the future. Such a treasure is enough to make countless people take chances, willing to pay any price to seize it."

Yu Qingyan immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for the reminder, Senior! This Junior will remember your teachings!"