290 - The Demon Fox Wife is a Foodie

"Arrogant!" The Celestial King Xuan Ji commanded coldly. He unleashed all the magical power within him, forming a tangible barrier with a golden edge around his body. The golden edge clashed with the Blood Shadow Spear, producing a crisp ringing sound as sparks flew, the radiant flashes reflecting in the vicinity of the Celestial King's eyes. Immediately, the golden barrier expanded, forcefully repulsing the Blood Shadow Spear. Taking advantage of this, the Celestial King withdrew his hand, lightly tapping his toes to retreat into the ranks of countless soldiers. His eyes gleamed with a steely coldness as he glared menacingly at Nangong Yin, who stood wielding her spear. "The Myriad Treasures Palace colluding with the Demon Tribe, such treachery must be punished. Formation, celestial soldiers!" Eighty-one celestial soldiers leapt forward, creating two concentric circles to encircle Nangong Yin. Those in the inner circle attacked in unison; Nangong Yin countered with a backward sweep, the Blood Shadow Spear sending over a dozen celestial soldiers flying away. Unable to strike her down, those in the inner circle retreated as the outer encircled attacked with a synchronized rain of blades, yet failed to capture Nangong Yin. She found herself restricted, unable to advance or retreat freely. Yan Zhao looked up into the sky, observing Nangong Yin's predicament, and frowned, "Is Ah Yin in danger?" Ren Qingyue pursed her lips, her expression grave, "Dangerous, perhaps not, but it is certainly a tough situation." After all, Nangong Yin was the ruler of the Demon Realm, her personal combat prowess extraordinary. The celestial soldiers would find it challenging to claim her life, but holding her momentarily should not be an issue. Just as Ren Qingyue finished speaking, the Celestial King Xuan Ji's cold voice suddenly echoed, "Still have time to care about others?!" In a flash, the Celestial King appeared beside Yan Zhao, his blood-streaked hand reaching for her once more. However, his earlier clash with Nangong Yin had drained much of his magical power, slowing his attack considerably this time. Ren Qingyue reacted swiftly, grabbing Yan Zhao's shoulder and springing back. Little Jin roared fiercely, its three dragon heads rising high, jaws clamping down towards the Celestial King. Surrounded by a shroud of mystical energy, the Celestial King was encased in a formless power. Little Jin bit down only on a cluster of condensed air, and the sharp energy instantly left its mouth and tongue lacerated, forcing it to release its hold and retreat. Pressing down with force, the Celestial King made Little Jin's spine buckle under immense pressure, as if a towering mountain had settled upon it. Its wings spread wide, straining to resist the unexpected weight. The Celestial King incanted a spell, manifesting a sharp aura around him that dispersed like flying blades. As they sliced past, Little Jin's wings were torn open, leaving severe wounds that leaked air profusely. Little Jin let out a mournful wail; its wings flapping desperately to no avail, it lost balance and plummeted from the sky. Yan Zhao's face immediately turned cold; her arm flung out, releasing several phantoms swirling by her side to intercept. Yet the Celestial King was prepared, launching himself into the air from Little Jin's back, and when the phantoms approached, he deftly formed a Zheng Qing Seal. The phantoms, drawn from the forces of darkness and shadow, vanished upon contact with the powerful light of the Zheng Qing Seal, crying out acutely before dissipating like snow under a scorching sun. Having dispersed the phantoms, the Celestial King then sensed a sharp force piercing forward. His eyes lifted, taking in the sight of a streak of azure energy—a sword aura cutting an unstoppable path. The Demon Vanquishing Sword. The Celestial King scoffed coldly: "A sacred artifact wielded by the ancient Celestial Emperor in his war against demons—how dare you, mere mortals, stain it?!" With that, he boldly reached out, intending to seize the Demon Vanquishing Sword by hand. The sword hung suspended, and the power of the Zheng Qing Seal burst forth from his palm, enclosing the entire length of the blade from tip to hilt. Ren Qingyue was aghast. The connection she shared with the sword had been forcibly severed by the energy of the Zheng Qing Seal! The Celestial King's lips curled into a faint, icy smile. With a flick of his wrist, he brought the sword into his grasp, ready to use it for himself. "Bunch of jesters." He flung out two arcs of sword energy, testing the sword's heft, and with a mocking glance at Ren Qingyue's pale face, sneered, "What other tricks do you have? Show me, quickly!" Suddenly, a burst of blood mist exploded right before him. The Blood Shadow Spear pierced straight through his chest, emerging from the other side. The Celestial King's eyes bulged, a look of disbelief flooding his expression. Nangong Yin's voice cut through the air, cold as winter ice: "Did you think such a simple formation could imprison me?" A chill ran through the Celestial King's heart. How could this be? Behind him, the eighty-one celestial soldiers hung suspended in the sky, statuesque and motionless. As Nangong Yin finished speaking, they plummeted from the heights like dumplings. Chapter 317 The Celestial King Xuan Ji's eyes flared with intensity. From when Nangong Yin struck to the moment he was wounded, barely an instant had passed, leaving the numerous celestial soldiers and the cultivators before the Myriad Treasures Palace in sheer shock. Lei Shuang, Jiang Ying, and Feng Jin suddenly appeared, and even before Nangong Yin could give them directives, they instinctively flew towards the north gate to lend their support. "So, the Demon Tribe has long aspired to rebel." A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of the Celestial King's mouth. Yet despite his grim visage, there was no hint of yielding in his demeanor; his gaze remained fierce and venomous. "I, as the executor of divine will, declare today to be your end!" At that, the Blood Shadow Spear in Nangong Yin's hand suddenly felt light. The Celestial King, like an illusion, slipped from its tip and widened the gap between them. "Celestial soldiers, hear my command: form the Image Array and lend me your strength!" Obeying the command, ten thousand celestial soldiers simultaneously discarded their weapons and executed a unified hand sign. Golden Zheng Qing energy spilled from each of their palms, merging mid-air before being funneled onto the Celestial King. Nangong Yin's face shifted with concern, realizing the danger. Not giving the Celestial King time to gather power, she charged forward with her spear pointed directly at his brow. A hum reverberated through the void; an invisible wall halted the spear's tip, rendering it immobile. Ten thousand streams of Zheng Qing brilliance continued converging upon the Celestial King, his chest wound healing at a visible rate. Incanting with both hands, the Celestial King raised the Demon Vanquishing Sword upwards. His eyes opened, and golden light flickered within. Nangong Yin's heart sank. Sensing imminent danger, she retreated without hesitation, spinning the Blood Shadow Spear to form a shield before her. Countless sword lights exploded forth, each infused with the power of the Zheng Qing Seal. In an instant, golden particles rained down like a torrential downpour, attacking Nangong Yin while their splintering ripples crashed against the protective array of the Myriad Treasures Palace. The scattered sword energy made no distinction between friend or foe, cutting down whoever stood in its path. Cultivators aligned against the Myriad Treasures Palace had no time to evade as dozens were felled in mere moments. In an instant, the mountain's front was littered with heaped corpses, the ground awash in rivers of blood. The assembled cultivators were bewildered. The Celestial King, intent on quelling the Myriad Treasures Palace's collusion with the Demon Tribe and concealing the sacred fruit, showed no regard for innocent lives among them. The grand protective formation of the Myriad Treasures Palace suffered a massive blow, the ground shuddering under relentless thunderous booms. After the sword rain, the four great spirit beasts guarding the formation were lacerated throughout; several mountain protector elites had no energy to spare. Su Zijun barely managed to stand, though her clothes were soaked through with blood. True Person Yuan Hai, deemed the foremost law cultivator of the human realm, showed no overt signs of defeat despite suffering the harsh assault; his robes bore multiple tears, and beneath the cloth, hints of fresh blood seeped through. Little Jin, vast in size and taking the brunt of countless sword energies, careened down the mountainside, raising billowing dust. Twenty stories high in the sky, Yan Zhao was clasped tightly by Ren Qingyue, her expression dazed. As the sword energy approached, her senior sister had abruptly turned to embrace her, propelling them towards the horizon, crashing into the protective barrier of the Myriad Treasures Palace. Yan Zhao's arms were likewise wrapped around Ren Qingyue's waist, the touch revealing a surface sticky with warmth. Gently lifting her hands past Ren Qingyue’s shoulder, Yan Zhao beheld her fingers, covered in a deep crimson— blood trailing down the lines of her palms, while Ren Qingyue's body lay limp against her. "Senior sister?" Yan Zhao opened her mouth, her heart felt as if it had suddenly ceased its beating, her mind emptied to a mere void. Ren Qingyue did not respond, her body seemingly devoid of strength, softly leaning against Yan Zhao's shoulder. After what felt like an eternity, the faintest breath ghosted past her ear. Yan Zhao cried out abruptly, "Senior sister!" Her hands clasped Ren Qingyue’s shoulders, gently pulling her a few inches away. Before her was a face pale as death. Ren Qingyue's eyes were tightly shut, struggling to open yet barely managing even a narrow slit. Yan Zhao saw innumerable sword wounds on Ren Qingyue’s back. Aside from some minor superficial injuries, Yan Zhao had managed to avoid the worst of the Demon Vanquishing Sword's energy, thanks to Ren Qingyue taking the brunt of it herself. Yan Zhao quickly rummaged through her spatial pouch, only to remember she had given her reserve of dragon saliva to Feng Jin earlier and hadn't had a chance to restock. All she found were some miscellaneous pills. Desperately, she picked out the pills with trembling hands and tried to feed them to Ren Qingyue. Ren Qingyue's lips brushed against the pills, but her breath was so weak that she couldn't muster the strength to open her mouth. Yan Zhao, tears welling in her eyes, her voice slightly trembling, urged, "Senior Sister, you're injured. You need to take the medicine!" Ren Qingyue showed no sign of having heard her, with no response at all. In her panic, Yan Zhao found herself at a loss, uncertain of what to do. Just then, a commanding voice echoed from the distant sky: "Zhao'er, stay calm!" It was Nangong Yin. The call struck Yan Zhao's mind like a jolt, clearing her thoughts. Suddenly, she recalled she had another way. Shamanic healing arts. Though unsure of its origins, its method was one she knew innately. Without hesitation, Yan Zhao grabbed Ren Qingyue's hand, channeling her own vital energy into Ren Qingyue with focused intent. The Celestial King Xuan Ji sensed the disturbance behind him and soon identified the flux of life energy around Yan Zhao. "As expected!" His eyes lit up as he turned to launch himself toward Yan Zhao. "Hand over the divine essence fruit!" Nangong Yin’s eyes blazed, cold as a torrent: "Don’t even think about it!" Calming the turbulent surge of energy within her, she leapt forward spear in hand, aiming to block the Celestial King before he reached Yan Zhao. Yet the Celestial King was not alone; an army of celestial soldiers stood behind him. Infused with the power of the Zheng Qing, his recovery had accelerated exponentially. Despite having just executed a massive feat, his speed showed no signs of diminishing, and in an instant, he appeared before Yan Zhao. Boom— His palm strike was halted by the Blood Shadow Spear. Nangong Yin managed to arrive just in time, but the hastiness of her counter left her unable to exert full strength, and the backlash split open her palm. The Celestial King was vexed beyond measure, his expression a mask of irritation: "Persistent to the bitter end!" It seemed he could only capture the divine essence fruit by killing Nangong Yin first. Gravely, he declared, "Spare you I would have, but since you seek your doom, I shall grant you death!" With a sweep of his sword, he pushed Nangong Yin back and swiftly changed the spell in his left hand. Concentrated Zheng Qing energy coalesced behind him, forming a colossal avatar with three heads and six arms, each arm wielding a Demon Vanquishing Sword. Brilliant golden light blazed forth, bringing an aura of murderous intent. The power of Zheng Qing inherently suppressed malevolent forces, the mere sight of its radiance stinging Nangong Yin's eyes closed. Yet, driven by survival instinct, she crossed her Blood Shadow Spear, striving to thwart the surge of lethal energy rushing at her. In the next moment, forty-nine strands of sword energy flew from all directions, piercing her body in an instant. Before the gates of the Myriad Treasures Palace, Su Zijun's face turned ashen in horror: "Ah Yin!" True Person Yuan Hai warded off a group of celestial martial artists, looking upwards at the sky with a complex expression upon hearing the commotion. Yao Shenzi paused, exhausted, only to hear a resounding crash from behind. Turning, he saw an exotic beast breaking through the formation, Elder Wu fallen in a pool of blood, while a section of the northern gate's protective array collapsed in ruins. --- <I>What I anticipated was not the moon, but the encounter with you.</I> Support our site voluntarily. This site has no ad revenue, is non-profit, and donations are used for server expenses! If worried about losing your way, you may leave contact details on the donation page! Click to proceed to the donation page>> 331 Home Previous Page 290 Next Page Last Page