Chapter 14

With a thunderous roar, Lu Shaoyou moved with the grace of a dragon and the might of a tiger, his feet treading the wind, his hands capable of supporting the sky. The immense golden palm seemed to have the power to split the heavens and earth, to crush mountains and fill seas.

"White Tiger Killing Sword!"

"Great Bull Demon Fist!"

"Indestructible Vajra Light!"

"Annihilation Sword Qi!"

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The demons each summoned their demonic essence, unleashing their ultimate techniques. Only Yingwen stood motionless at the back, silently watching Lu Shaoyou. An overwhelming surge of sword qi, fist shadows, divine light, and demonic arts rushed towards Lu Shaoyou. Lu Shaoyou sneered continuously, his immense strength erupting once more, reaching 150 dragon horses!

In the face of absolute power, everything was an illusion. At this moment, Lu Shaoyou's fighting spirit was high, his qi and blood surging like a great dragon, humming loudly. Lu Shaoyou, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, shattered all the techniques with a single punch, covering a kilometer in a single step. His large hand, like an iron clamp, firmly gripped the necks of two demons, lifting them as easily as two chicks, and then threw them fiercely at the demons coming to their rescue. The two captured demons felt an immense sense of injustice; they were cultivators of the Seventh Level of Qi Cultivation, yet they were now being used as human weapons by a cultivator of a lower level.

Lu Shaoyou released a burst of energy from his hands, and the fierce demonic essence surged into the bodies of the two demons like a great river. They both screamed in agony, as if they were being boiled in oil, their skin and flesh peeling off, emitting a burnt, meaty smell.

"Boy, you will not die a good death!" one of them screeched. "Avenge me—"

Lu Shaoyou's eyes flashed like cold lightning, scanning the surroundings. He growled, "Die in peace!" His eyes glowed, and with a deep breath, he sucked the essence of the two demons directly into his mouth. Lu Shaoyou felt a jolt, his strength increasing once more, his pure physical power surging to 190 dragon horses!

"Next, it's your turn!" Lu Shaoyou charged forward again. "Didn't you want to kill me? Didn't you want me to kneel? Why are you all acting like cowards now, hiding like turtles in your shells?!"

Lu Shaoyou, like a tiger among sheep, extended his large hand, fingers spread wide, and a fierce energy scattered in all directions.

The demons' eyes bulged, their bodies trembling, their teeth chattering: "How is this possible?! How is this possible?! A cultivator of the Sixth Level of Qi Cultivation can't have 150 dragon horses of strength! Is he a monster?"

"Let's fight him!"

"Right, let's fight him! We'll drag him down with us!" The demons seemed to go mad, charging at Lu Shaoyou without regard for their lives. Lu Shaoyou's eyes narrowed, his hand like a dragon emerging from the sea, his voice like a tsunami, pressing down on the demons. The demons felt as if an ancient mountain was pressing down on them, and they all retreated. Lu Shaoyou retracted his large hand, stepped the Eight Steps of Heaven, and moved faster than the others, sliding to the rear of the demons. Then he extended a leg, sweeping it like an ancient divine weapon, the sound of thunder echoing through the void. The demons he hit were sent flying, spitting blood like scraps of paper.

Lu Shaoyou advanced again, his body spinning like a gyroscope, creating a powerful hurricane that swept through the space, slamming into the demons. The entire area, centered on Lu Shaoyou, emitted a wave of spatial collapse, the intense elemental fluctuations pushing all the air away, creating a vacuum.

Bones and flesh were shattered and exploded into the air. Streams of thick elemental essence surged into Lu Shaoyou, the flow of elemental energy making him feel refreshed, his strength increasing wildly. 200 dragon horses! Breakthrough! 230 dragon horses! 280 dragon horses! Lu Shaoyou couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

"Ah—"

"Help, Lord Ying!—"

Cries of agony rose and fell like waves, endless and unceasing. Lu Shaoyou's handsome face was filled with killing intent, and he roared, his hand like a canopy, enveloping the demons, using the soul-searching technique.

The demons, already terrified, were even more frightened by the soul-searching technique. The soul-searching technique was a great taboo in the primordial era; once used, it exposed all one's secrets, from cultivation techniques to memories and magical treasures. This was something all cultivators hated, and seeing Lu Shaoyou use it, the demons were utterly terrified.

Lu Shaoyou didn't want to use such a vicious technique, but he was extremely poor and desperately needed cultivation techniques. If he used the soul-searching technique, he could definitely learn the techniques of these demons, including the White Tiger Killing Sword Qi, the Great Bull Demon Fist, the Indestructible Vajra Light, the Annihilation Sword Qi, and many others. This made Lu Shaoyou extremely covetous.

"Rather than waste these techniques, why don't you all contribute them?—" Lu Shaoyou's voice was like a great bell, resonating in the hearts of the demons, shaking their spirits. As he spoke, the techniques flooded his mind, one after another, and Lu Shaoyou gained a profound understanding of them.

At this moment, the stone tablet in his dantian suddenly moved, emitting a brilliant light. Lu Shaoyou's body trembled, and he suddenly understood all the techniques, a fact he found hard to believe.

In the distance, Yingwen, his face ashen, could no longer hold back. He screeched and charged at Lu Shaoyou, a fierce demonic aura surging like a tidal wave.

"Little brat, I never thought you would dare to use the soul-searching technique! You must die! To dare slaughter my subordinates so recklessly, you are truly courting death!" Yingwen screeched. "Everyone, fall back! You are all useless! Watch me kill this madman! Then I will report to the higher-ups of the Flame Crow Clan!"

These words were venomous, directly labeling Lu Shaoyou as a madman, planning to kill him and claim the reward from the Flame Crow Clan. Without waiting for Lu Shaoyou to argue, he slapped a big label on him.

Lu Shaoyou's handsome face was filled with killing intent, his aura even more intense. "You feathered mongrel, to dare slander me, today I will make you kneel at my feet and beg for mercy! They are useless, but you are no better!" He stepped the Eight Steps of Heaven, distorting space, and charged into the remaining demons, grabbing two of them and using them as human weapons, sweeping them towards Yingwen.

Yingwen laughed coldly, his feet treading the wind, retreating hundreds of meters in an instant. His eyes were cold. "Lu Shaoyou, is this all you can do?"

"As long as it can defeat you, it's enough," Lu Shaoyou laughed. "Are you afraid?" He took a large step, and the human weapons swept out again.

"Do you think you can suppress me with just this? Ridiculous!" Yingwen roared, stepping forward, his iron fist colliding with the human weapons. The two demons in his hands spewed blood, their bodies trembling as if their bones and flesh were turning to powder.

Lu Shaoyou's heart sank. This guy was so decisive, his methods ruthless. He must not be left alive today!