My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

Nine Yang took a single step out of the Nine Marvels Small Realm. The world was instantly thrown into turmoil as a suffocating, oppressive feeling descended from the sky above.

Yang Jing's body was housed within Nine Yang's chest, positioned before its fifth vertebra.

He had set up a control platform there; as long as he held the Command Talisman, he could pilot Nine Yang from this spot.

'It seems the Demon Saint from the Outer Realm sensed Nine Yang's birth long ago.'

Piloting Nine Yang, Yang Jing looked to the heavens and could sense a terrifying Demon Intent brewing. Fortunately, they were in the North Pole Heaven, a desolate place devoid of all life. Otherwise, an untold number of people would have been silently corrupted by Demon Contamination.

This Demon Intent grew ever thicker, transforming into an inky blackness that dyed the sky an unsettling, pitch-black color.

Yang Jing closed his eyes, relying entirely on Nine Yang's senses to perceive the situation outside.

The next moment, with a sound like tearing silk, a giant hand the size of a mountain range ripped through the Heaven and Earth Embryonic Membrane and reached into the Nine Heavens World.

Even through Nine Yang's eyes, Yang Jing could still sense the astonishing Demon Fiend aura surging from the demonic hand.

The Moon Demon King he had encountered before was but a grain of rice in comparison, utterly unable to compete with the brilliance of a full moon.

The demonic hand was as fair as jade with immaculate fingernails. Were it not for its mountainous size, it could have been mistaken for a woman's hand.

As astonishing Demonic Qi surged, an eye suddenly opened in the center of its palm and stared straight at Yang Jing. Even from within Nine Yang's body, he felt a bone-deep chill. Only by pushing his True Martial Demon-Suppressing Power to its absolute limit could he quell the unsettling feeling.

"What a fine man. Even I can't help but feel for you. To be trapped in the stagnant waters of the Nine Heavens is nothing but a waste of your Talent. Why not pledge yourself to me? Forget becoming a Demon Venerable; even reaching the rank of Demon Saint, just like me, would be a simple matter. Think of it—the two of us, commanding billions of Celestial Demons, conquering all the realms. Wouldn't that be magnificent?"

A Soul Capturing Demon Sound emanated from the hand.

Yang Jing's eyes snapped open in fury. His own Celestial True Gang began to circulate wildly, resonating with Nine Yang's vast, ocean-like reserves of the same energy. Within his Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness, the Five Divine Dragons roared without end, finally quelling the demonic thoughts sprouting in his mind.

Countless fine, crimson lock chains suddenly materialized in the sky, binding the demonic hand.

A stern-faced, middle-aged man appeared between heaven and earth.

"Celestial Slaughter, unleash your Demon Tribulation if you must. But if you intend to poach a hero of my Central Continent, then don't blame me for putting a stop to it."

The eye in the palm swiveled, fixing its gaze on Nine Marvels, who was hiding within the Nine Marvels Small Realm.

"Heh, I never expected Nine Marvels to have invited you, Elder Huang Tian. That bastard's connections are truly extensive."

The Celestial Slaughter Demon Saint and Nine Marvels shared a blood feud, so his hatred was naturally bone-deep.

"So be it."

He sighed, knowing it was impossible to lure away this Artifact Refining prodigy now.

The next moment, a Mixed Cave condensed within the demonic hand, and seven Demon Kings leaped out from it.

Yang Jing's eyes widened as he recognized a Black Heaven True Demon, a Moon Demon, a Sun Demon, a Profound Yin Blood Demon, and a Nine Nether Ghost Vehicle among them. All were first-rate Great Demons.

Even someone as knowledgeable about Celestial Demons as Yang Jing couldn't identify the species of the remaining two.

Among the seven Celestial Demons, the Black Heaven True Demon was the most powerful. It had already grown seven arms; with one more, it would achieve Divinity Transformation and become an eight-armed Celestial Demon Venerable.

The other Celestial Demons all possessed powerful auras; they were Demon Kings who ruled their own territories in the Outer Demon Realm.

The Arctic True Thunder, which was meant to suppress Celestial Demons, was forced back for over a hundred li by the seven incomparably powerful Demon Kings.

Elder Huang Tian raised an eyebrow. Although the Celestial Slaughter Demon Saint had indeed summoned seven Demon Kings, they were all powerful ones not far from the Divinity Transformation realm. He was already beginning to doubt Yang Jing's chances.

However, he had accepted payment from Nine Marvels, after all. 'I'll just wait for Yang Jing to be defeated,' he thought, 'then I'll step in and save his life.'

The seven Celestial Demons had evidently already received their orders from the Celestial Slaughter Demon Saint, for they attacked with their full power the instant they appeared.

With a deafening roar like a tidal wave, the Profound Yin Blood Demon transformed into a turbid, stinking river of blood. Its vast, churning current was so immense that it blotted out the light of the sky.

The Black Heaven True Demon strode upon the river of blood. Its majestic demonic body stood over a hundred feet tall, towering even over Nine Yang. Each of its seven arms wielded a Demon Artifact, and its aura threatened to swallow the heavens and devour the earth.

Yang Jing piloted Nine Yang, igniting its entire body with raging Yang Pole True Fire. It was as if a blazing sun had descended upon the North Pole Heaven, completely dispelling the foul, musky Demonic Qi that filled the air.

Nine Yang executed the Nine Steps of Spiritual Void. Its massive body moved with astonishing agility, taking nine consecutive steps through the sky. Instead of retreating, it advanced, instantly closing the distance to the Black Heaven True Demon.

Normally, anything touching the murky river of blood would sink, to be devoured and dissolved by the endless Demon Blood. Yet, it was completely unable to drag Nine Yang down. Instead, vast quantities of Demon Blood were instantly vaporized by its heat.

Nine Yang clenched one of its arms into a fist and threw a simple, unadorned straight punch directly at the Black Heaven True Demon's face.

The Black Heaven True Demon, a ruler in the Outer Realm, was naturally a veteran of countless battles. It knew the Yang Pole True Fire on Nine Yang was formidable, so it surged with Black Heaven True Evil and punched out with all seven arms simultaneously.

BOOM!

Neither side dodged, and both landed their punches at the same time.

The Profound Yin Blood Demon materialized from the river of blood, letting out a sinister cackle. In its eyes, the Black Heaven True Demon trading one punch for seven was a guaranteed victory.

BOOM!

A series of thunderous explosions followed, and the violent shockwaves even scattered parts of the surrounding river of blood.

The Black Heaven True Demon let out a piercing scream as its massive demonic body was sent flying by Nine Yang's incomparably savage Giant Power. Its head had been smashed to a pulp by the punch. Worse still, the raging Yang Pole True Fire clung to the wound like maggots to a bone, burning fiercely and preventing it from healing.

Seven fist imprints appeared on Nine Yang's body, but the Black Heaven True Evil clinging to them was easily extinguished by the Yang Pole True Fire. Even the imprints themselves healed rapidly under the effects of the Indestructible Golden Body Divine Technique.

"This treasure is extraordinary! I fear none of us can face it one-on-one!"

The nine heads of the Nine Nether Ghost Vehicle shouted in unison. It was a direct descendant of the True Spirit, the Nine Phoenixes, which was why it was able to grow nine heads. Even a Demon Cultivator with the greatest Talent practicing the Nine Nether Ghost Car Scripture could grow three heads at most.

All nine of its heads spat out Nine Nether Ghost Car Demon Fire onto the Black Heaven True Demon's head, helping it extinguish the Yang Pole True Fire.

Only after the Yang Pole True Fire was extinguished did the Black Heaven True Demon regrow its head. A wave of lingering fear washed over it; in a one-on-one fight, it would have already been torn to shreds by Nine Yang.

All the Demons felt a deep sense of dread. This Ultimate Demon Refining Treasure was clearly far from simple.

While they hesitated, the Profound Yin Blood Demon let out an incomparably shrill scream. Nine Yang had plunged both its arms into the river of blood and was channeling its Yang Pole True Fire, threatening to boil the entire river dry.

"Are you all going to just stand there slacking off? Are you going to betray me right in front of Lord Celestial Slaughter?!"