Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Until flickering firelight illuminated the high cliff.

Hong Lei's face suddenly changed, but after seeing the cultivation levels of the group, a glimmer of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

Under the watchful gaze of all.

The thin old man with silver hair spilling over his shoulders slowly took a step forward.

Not a ripple disturbed his withered face.

So, he jumped straight down the cliff, his pants rolled up, his bamboo-pole like skinny legs ending in cloth shoes, landing firmly on the ground.

"Form up!"

Hong Lei's pupils shrank, and he drew his saber.

Without Zhao Kanglin's command, the more than twenty inner camp Golden Eagle Commandants efficiently took their positions, and as they turned their palms, black chains like giant pythons slithered out of their sleeves, exuding a chilling intent.

The rest from the outer camp each displayed their unique skills, especially the aged Jade Liquid Boundary Colonel who surprisingly produced a pair of crescent spikes.

Under such circumstances, Elder Nu Jian's chances of winning were extremely slim.

But his unruffled demeanor unnerved Hong Lei inexplicably.

Just then, a heavy object hurtled from the night sky.

When it crashed to the ground revealing its exaggerated form, everyone was stunned.

Zhao Kanglin's neck twisted back, his head drooping lifelessly, his limbs all broken, his arm bones were snapped off and stabbed into his waist like blades, and a look of utter confusion covered his face just before death.

Afterward, a figure in a blue and white cloth garment slowly stepped forth.

From the round neckline, a flat head covered in scales extended out, with protruding vertical pupils on either side of its head, and a long mouth that opened slightly, revealing two rows of sharp teeth.

"A member of the Yangchun River Crocodile Dragon clan?"

Hong Lei took a deep breath, recognizing the distinctive demon.

The stench of bloody brutality was overpowering, even from a distance.

He looked back at the silver-haired old man in front of him: "..."

"The Demon-suppression Bureau accuses us of colluding with demons; I've given it much thought."

Elder Nu Jian's steps were steady, with each step the anger in his eyes diminished by half, and the aura on his body grew much stronger.

He held the five-foot iron sword at an angle, the blade scraping sparks against the ground.

The old man's voice was hoarse: "It would be best if I truly did conspire with demons."

The faces of the many commandants turned ashen; they kept formation not because they weren't panicked, but because they had already guessed their fate.

To have disposed of Colonel Zhao in such short time, it must be at least a demon of Jade Liquid Realm Complete, perhaps even stronger than Elder Nu Jian.

"Why bother, we were only ordered to guard the mountain, to prevent demons from mixing in and escaping. As long as you stay peacefully on the mountain..."

Hong Lei sighed slightly, lowering his head. His voice was flat, as if stating a fact: "Your collusion with demons, this time, Qingfeng Mountain is truly gone."

A single Demon Suppression General could suffocate Qingfeng Mountain; such masters sat in each of the Qingzhou Twelve Districts. Experience more on empire

If they called in a second one without regard for the cost, extermination would just be a command away from the General.

"All my life I've slain demons, albeit for fame and fortune, to exchange their Beast Origin for precious pills, yet I've done so with a clear conscience."

"To end up colluding with them, how ridiculous."

"With my sword in hand, it has accompanied me for three hundred years, yet is controlled by others!"

Elder Nu Jian approached closer with each step, his momentum nearly peaking: "The Sect Leader is muddleheaded, betraying us. Today, with my dying body, I will exchange it for the lives of you nobles, to carve a path of survival for the innocent disciples of Qingfeng Mountain."

The rage in his eyes was completely consumed, like a flickering candle in the wind, yet the fire blazed alarmingly.

Unfortunately, it still fell short by a margin, never reaching the absolute peak.

The Elder Nu Jian's expression was slightly complex as he raised his sword toward Shen Yi in the crowd, "You spared the life of my beloved disciple, yet I cannot spare yours. I hope Colonel understands, for I must borrow your head for a moment."

"..."

Shen Yi looked up, "Is there really no way to not 'borrow' it?"

Borrowing money is one thing, but why does it seem that they're so eager to take my head right off the bat?

By now, he had somewhat grasped the situation.

The Demon-suppression Bureau wasn't wrong, there were indeed demons on the mountain, and they truly hadn't planned on taking action against Qingfeng Mountain, or else they wouldn't have had only the Colonels guarding the mountain path.

The disciples of Qingfeng Mountain were also not in the wrong; they simply didn't want to be forced into dying alongside demons, yet they were not in a position to decide... It seemed like even their cultivation was under someone else's control.

They were all ephemeral beings in the water, each struggling for their future and lives.

Shen Yi's slender fingers rested on the hilt of his blade before he gripped it tightly.

"My time is running short, and since I cannot take your head, I will leave it to... him," the elder spoke slowly. "Of course, you could also try to escape; you might stand a good chance."

Elder Nu Jian openly acknowledged the youth's strength. At over three hundred years old, his body dried up, even if he used secret methods to squeeze out the last bit of vitality, he could not possibly match this young man who had just achieved Jade Liquid Perfection and whose body was akin to precious medicines from heaven and earth.

But likewise, the youth could not possibly be a match for the millennium-old Crocodile Dragon.

Hearing this, Hong Lei looked around in surprise.

He had thought everyone was just waiting for death, wanting to fight with all their might to die a more honorable death. He hadn't expected that Shen Yi still had strength to spare, and even the elder admitted he was no match for him.

In just a brief exchange of words.

The Crocodile Dragon had already approached, with human emotions flickering in its protruding eyes, "Don't take his word for it, the chances are slim in truth."

It extended a claw, delicately touching its nostril, its voice slightly heated and slightly embarrassed, "You have the scent of my lord upon you... I've truly been trying hard to suppress it... yet I am so eager to crush and chew your flesh."

As it spoke, thick clear saliva dripped from the corners of its elongated mouth.

"Just like this..."

The head of the Crocodile Dragon trembled, constantly grinding its teeth, a greed more turbulent in its eyes, as if beholding the most cherished delicacy in the world.

It wanted to strangle the other in its embrace, to savor bit by bit, to delicately swallow every morsel of flesh and blood, incorporating it into its own body.

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This departure from the Yangchun River was because it had heard that the Sixth Master had been trapped by the Demon-suppression Bureau, and the master was anxious, sending it to gather news.

The Sixth Master had not returned to the River Cave Abode for a hundred or two hundred years.

The Crocodile Dragon had not even considered the possibility of rescuing the Sixth Master from the hands of the Demon-suppression Bureau, it simply came to look around out of obligation, yet it had detected the scent it longed for on a mere martial artist.

With this thought, it steadied its slightly trembling body and once again cast its gaze over.

Such a precious and delightful treasure would be perfected if accompanied by the fear before death!

"I really do want to eat you right now..."

Amidst the Crocodile Dragon's bizarre and ferocious posture, many Demon Suppression Marshals felt their skin crawl.

Save for the one who slowly drew his blade.

Beneath the disheveled locks, in eyes that hung low, emotions similar to those in the Crocodile Dragon began to surge, unnoticed by others.

Equally fervent, yet far more contained.

Shen Yi lifted his head, a slight smile on his lips, "That is quite the coincidence."

Enveloped in that piercing gaze, the Crocodile Dragon suddenly quieted down a lot, the heat in its eyes rapidly faded, turning into surprise, shock, and finally into boundless irritation!

It was as if it saw the plump and tender livestock on its plate suddenly raising its head, baring fangs, and showing a greedy gaze.

Even greedier than itself!

He wants to eat me?!