Chapter 741: Pit Demons and Monsters Lu Shanjun

Ji Yuan felt something and looked in that direction. His first glance fell upon Lu Shan Jun, and at that very moment, the subtle connection to the 'chess pieces' that he previously had to actively visualize instantly grew stronger. After seeing Lu Shan Jun, Ji Yuan naturally paid more attention to those around him.

Although the distance wasn't close, everything appeared exceptionally clear in Ji Yuan's Dharma Eyes. In his vision, there were two figures beside Lu Shan Jun: one was a handsome man in a brocade robe, and the other was a demon with the character "Wang" (King) on its forehead. Given its arrogant demonic aura, it was clearly one of the Demon Kings.

‘Is the Heavenly Revelation Alliance here?’

A fleeting thought crossed Ji Yuan's mind, but it was interrupted by a faint sword hum.

"Om..."

The Azure Vine Sword, sheathed on his back, emitted a clear sword hum. Though not loud, the sound was incredibly penetrating. The faint hum seemed to override the chaotic dance of demons, spreading around the Devourer Beast and momentarily silencing the surroundings. It also made the agitated Demon King Miaoyun instinctively close his mouth; he seemed to feel a chill sweeping over him.

The Azure Vine Sword had just actively flown into Ji Yuan's hand. It had expected Ji Yuan to draw it for an attack, but Ji Yuan only summoned a portion of its sword energy and intent, pointing it with his finger. The Azure Vine Sword felt that if it were wielding itself, it could have certainly slain the demon with a single strike.

But the Azure Vine Sword harbored no resentment towards Ji Yuan; it merely displayed its sword intent in this manner.

"No hurry, no hurry. There will naturally be a time for you to be unsheathed."

As Ji Yuan spoke, his left hand had already moved behind his back, and his right hand subtly passed the sword to his left. The next moment, his right hand rested on the sword hilt.

Jiang Xueling, Lian Baiping, and Ju Yuanzi also looked on curiously. To be honest, Ji Yuan's previous sword-finger technique had already amazed them, and now they naturally wished to see him draw his sword. Given the current situation, would they be fortunate enough to witness Sir Ji's Heaven-Tilting Sword Form?

Compared to them, Demon King Miaoyun's hair stood on end, or rather, his scales were somewhat bristling. The immortal had effortlessly negated his charging sword attack with just a finger. Was he now preparing to strike him down?

However, it was clear that Ji Yuan's target was not Demon King Miaoyun; his gaze merely swept past the exceptionally wary Demon King Miaoyun.

From the moment Ji Yuan looked at Lu Shan Jun until he held the sword with one hand supporting the sheath and the other gripping the hilt behind his back, only an instant had passed. This was also precisely when the thought of 'something bad is about to happen' arose in the mind of the devil Beimu.

Beimu looked at his companion Lu Wu, who seemed to regret his words the moment they were uttered. But it was clearly too late now, as Beimu didn't even have time to react or blame his companion before an overwhelming sense of danger surged within him.

Ji Yuan's left hand held the scabbard, and his right hand lightly drew the sword hilt.

"Zheng—"

The light hum of the sword seemed to defy the rules of sound transmission, instantly reaching their ears. And as the sword hum arose, a faint silver mist appeared as if from thin air, materializing between the distant Devourer Beast's forehead and the position of Beimu and the others in the sky.

Following that, Ji Yuan's movement of drawing the sword and pointing it forward seemed almost illusory. This action created a strange, intertwined sensation for both sight and mind: it appeared gentle and slow, yet the sword light was instantaneous.

At the very same moment the overwhelming sense of danger surged, allowing no time for reaction, the silver mist – which had seemingly appeared out of nowhere in an instant, yet also as if slowly spreading beforehand – suddenly flared brightly...

It was somewhat illusory, somewhat faint, not even a straight line, but the instant the sword light emerged from within the mist, its sharpness was unstoppable, or rather, there was simply no time to block it.

"Pssh..." "Pssh..." "Pssh..."

As if something was leaking air, a mist of blood light tore open at the end of the sword light.

Ji Yuan's sword strike fundamentally created a perceptual illusion of both slowness and extreme speed. This was especially true when the opponents did not understand Ji Yuan well and were completely unprepared. It was only at this moment that the other Demon Kings and Great Demons belatedly realized that the immortal had just unleashed a terrifying sword strike.

Where Lu Shan Jun, Beimu, and the Fierce Tiger Demon King had stood, there was now only a cloud of blood mist. But how could mighty Demon Kings, Lu Shan Jun, and Beimu be directly slain by a single, not-fully-intended sword strike from Ji Yuan?

Dozens of yards above the spot where the two demons and one devil had stood, Beimu struggled to suppress the terror in his heart, his chest rising and falling slightly as he gasped. His robes had been torn open below his abdomen. While the robes were slowly mending, the wound itself was not good. Even though the devil could transform endlessly, no matter how he twisted his demonic energy around the wound on his lower abdomen, the sword energy stubbornly refused to dissipate.

Meanwhile, the Fierce Tiger Demon King, who had been full of arrogant aura, now had a pale face. There was a thin cut at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

The cut was very shallow, not even fingernail deep, yet blood mist continuously spurted from it. Even though he had clearly used his own wild demonic energy to block the sword's power, the Demon King still felt the terrifying sensation of having just escaped the jaws of death.

This was because the sword's intent was truly terrifying, and its oppressive force too immense, like the glint of a blade felt by a condemned prisoner at the moment of execution.

Lu Shan Jun also had an extremely grim expression. He raised his right hand, which had sharp claws glowing faintly. However, the claws on his index and middle fingers had been completely shorn off, looking bare. He held the two severed claw segments in his hand.

"Hmph... my claws..."

Lu Shan Jun's voice seemed to carry a hint of pain, genuine pain, not feigned. Even though he clearly felt the sword light strike him and the sword energy retract, the sword's intent still touched and assessed him. Fortunately, he felt his claws could still be salvaged, refined, and reattached.

Hearing Lu Wu speak of his claws in pain, Beimu bristled with anger. He knew that the Tiger Demon King had inadvertently blocked a significant amount of sword energy for Lu Shan Jun.

‘Damn your good luck!’

"What a terrifying sword art. Who is this immortal? From Mount Wei Mei Sect?"

"Cough... cough..."

Beimu coughed out several clots of black blood, which surprisingly contained a small amount of sword energy. Although his complexion was still very poor, he felt somewhat better than before.

"Heh, Great King Hu, that wasn't any mere sword art just now. To that Sir, it was probably just a casual point of his sword in this direction. I certainly don't want to see his real sword art again... Great King, this person cannot be resisted. Just let the other Demon Kings hold him off. You'd best lay low. And Brother Lu, I'll be taking my leave first, hehehe..."

Beimu offered a pale smile, giving Lu Wu an ill-intentioned nod. Then, a faint black demonic aura began to emerge around him, his form twisted and shifted, finally disappearing into nothingness.

True devils can be both tangible and intangible. Beimu had completely vanished at this moment. It was unclear if he had used an escape technique to flee or was still hiding nearby. However, Lu Shan Jun did not believe Beimu could simply escape in front of his master.

After unleashing his sword strike, Ji Yuan immediately returned the Azure Vine Sword to its scabbard. He looked up at the distant sky, smiling as his gaze swept over the multitude of demons in the air. His clear and righteous voice spread forth the moment he spoke.

"My recent sword strike was merely a light touch. Since someone was discussing me behind my back, I presume they recognize me. Today, the Devourer Beast's entry into the Southern Wilderness was indeed an initial mistake, but the mountainous terrain can be restored through magic, and the consumed demons were not directly killed. Today, I do not wish to be provoked into killing for this. Nor will I disregard my fellow Daoists from Mount Wei Mei Sect. How about we cease hostilities and discuss the matter?"

Although Ji Yuan said this, his gaze frequently swept towards the Fierce Tiger Demon King, his eyes slightly narrowed, having surmised what this Demon King represented. And he had no intention of letting the vanished Beimu escape, so he quietly transmitted a message to Lian Baiping.

"Fellow Daoist Lian, make sure not to lose track of that devil."

"Rest assured, Sir, this junior will not make any mistakes."

No sooner had Ji Yuan's words fallen than the Fierce Tiger Demon suddenly erupted in an angry roar.

"Roar..."

The tiger's roar conjured a fierce gale, sweeping across the vast expanse of the sky. The Fierce Tiger Demon, whose face had been pale earlier, now had bloodshot eyes due to rage. He was angry at being ambushed, but even more so at his own fear from before.

Lu Shan Jun quickly reached out and grabbed the Fierce Tiger Demon King.

"Brother Hu, do not be rash. This person's immortal arts are exceedingly profound. There's no shame in feeling fear..."

"ROAR—Fear my ass!"

Lu Shan Jun's slightly provocative remark instantly made the Fierce Tiger Demon's rage explode.

"Despicable sword immortal, how dare you ambush this Great King with your swordsmanship? Our Southern Wilderness has countless demons; how can we allow an immortal cultivator like you to act so presumptuously here? Wouldn't we be ridiculed by all realms in the future? Even if you are a true immortal, are you unkillable?"

The demonic energy around the tiger demon was like flames, and fierce tiger stripes appeared on his face. His sharp claws extended from his fingertips. However, despite his sky-high rage, his fighting instinct kept him from revealing his true form; instead, he continuously refined his demonic physique.

The previous sword strike was indeed terrifying, but as a powerful Demon King, he wasn't entirely defenseless. Against an immortal with profound cultivation, flexibility was more important than sheer destructive power.

"Hahahahaha... All immortals must die today! Brother, if you're afraid, then flee on your own. But if you still acknowledge me as your elder brother, then you and I, brothers, will lead the demons to tear this immortal apart!"

The Fierce Tiger Demon King had now fully transformed into a being with a tiger's face on a human body, covered in stripes, with sharp claws on his hands and feet. His demonic energy was almost tangible. But no sooner had his boastful words fallen than he realized Lu Wu was no longer beside him.

"Hmm?"

"Brother Hu, I told you this person cannot be resisted. If you insist on fighting, I can only wish you well. This little brother of yours will timidly make his escape!"

Lu Shan Jun's face was devoid of expression, but a strange glint shone deep in his eyes, causing the Fierce Tiger Demon's rage to surge even higher.

"You, you! All of you are cowards, scoundrels, ROAR—"

The ferocity of the Fierce Tiger's demonic energy and rage instilled fear in the surrounding demons. It even shifted the emotions of many demons from astonishment at Ji Yuan's sword strike to a sense of trepidation towards a powerful demon. Of course, there were also those who remained clear-headed, such as Miaoyun and some other agile demons.

Ju Yuanzi and the others watched the distant tiger demon, observing its terrifying demonic aura. Yet, even so, Ju Yuanzi instinctively blurted out in surprise.

"Has this tiger demon gone mad?"

"Heh, perhaps."

Ji Yuan smiled. He trusted his disciple; if Lu Shan Jun believed this Tiger Demon King deserved to die, then so be it. At this moment, Ji Yuan possessed the confidence to slay a Demon King.