Guarding the Prison for 100 Years, I Emerge to Overwhelm the Demon Venerable

Cui Yanliang let out a soft sigh.

The smile on Mu Chengyun’s chubby face stiffened. "Daoist Cui, what are you talking about?"

SHIIING!

Under the dim night sky, a squad of Armored Warriors holding sharp weapons drew their blades in unison, glaring at Mu Chengyun like predators. Streams of golden light flashed across their swords.

Clearly, these were exceptionally fine weapons.

In fact, these were the swords of some deceased Daoists from the Gui Chen Sect. They could break through a Magical Presence or a True Qi Shield and even shatter a Buddhist Golden Body. They were superior weapons, nearly on par with Sacred Artifacts.

WHOOSH!

Jin Yunfeng slowly raised his head, the ghostly flames in his eye sockets flaring.

Beneath his cloak, faint, bloody threads began to appear on his silvery-white skeleton.

WHOOSH!

A palpable, murderous aura instantly filled the area. For a moment, it seemed as if even the pitter-patter of the rain had vanished.

"Heh heh..."

At this, the smile on Mu Chengyun’s face completely vanished.

He stared intently at Cui Yanliang and said coldly,

"As expected of the disciple of that Master Boxing Saint. To think you actually found me out."

After Su Bai’s fame spread, he gradually acquired the title of Master Boxing Saint.

Su Bai, of course, didn’t care. It was just a title, so he let it be.

Over time, the name Master Boxing Saint became renowned throughout Dayu’s Thirteen Provinces.

Cui Yanliang’s expression was grim. Evil Qi roiled within him, but he forcefully suppressed it and said slowly,

"The Wu Family’s Soul-controlling Insects certainly live up to their reputation, to think they can even control a Daoist from the Gui Dao Mansion."

He looked coldly at Mu Chengyun.

"What about the other Daoists?"

He had been stationed in Wu Province for three full days without seeing a single Daoist, and a sense of foreboding had already taken root in his heart.

But he had still clung to a sliver of hope.

But now, he feared that the other Daoists he mentioned had already fallen into their hands.

"Daoist Cui, why ask when you already know the answer?"

"Since I have come, that flock of lonely souls and wandering ghosts has naturally..."

Mu Chengyun said icily,

"Been reduced to ash!"

Reduced to ash!

Cui Yanliang’s face turned grim, his long, nearly straight eyebrows furrowing deeply.

"Good! Very good!"

"Your journey here must have felt quite smooth, didn’t it? Did you feel like you were celebrated by all, that everyone bowed down wherever you went?"

"Did you think you could accomplish all this with your paltry Nine Tribulations Realm Cultivation?"

Mu Chengyun smiled, his teeth glinting coldly.

"A Feathered Strike can cross tens of thousands of miles. So what if that Boxing Saint Daoist is truly tyrannical and invincible?"

"This place is far more than tens of thousands of miles from the Da Yu Capital City."

"Let’s see if he can save you now!"

Before he finished speaking, he laughed loudly again.

"Since you’ve all arrived, why not show yourselves?"

BOOM!!

As his voice fell,

Within the curtain of rain, currents of air exploded with a roar. Laughter echoed from all directions.

"What bullshit Boxing Saint Daoist? He thinks he can legislate for the whole world with a single word?"

"He’s not worthy!"

"We Cultivators are born free! To think he can bind us with laws—what a pipe dream!"

"We’ve already killed more than half of the one thousand, six hundred and eighteen wandering souls in Wu Province. We don’t mind killing a few more!"

At first, the laughter seemed distant, but it quickly drew near.

Sheets of rain swept in, lashing everyone on the barren mountain.

ZING!!

At a certain moment, the whistling raindrops shot forward with frenzied intensity, faster than any mortal arrow!

The troop of Armored Warriors immediately swung their blades, striking down the terrifying deluge of rain.

Within the downpour, a fierce wind howled.

The rain came down in a torrent!

But as they swung their blades, they formed a majestic True Qi barrier that forcibly repelled all the raindrops.

WHOOSH!

The moment the laughter faded, figures began to appear in the rain-swept darkness surrounding the barren mountain.

Among these people...

There were Daoists and Monks. Some radiated a chilling Sword Intent, others a tyrannical saber intent!

However, without exception, all of them used their True Qi Magical Power to conceal their faces, not revealing their true appearances.

It was impossible to even know if their current attire was real.

Although they had decided to act, they had no intention of exposing themselves.

In this world, besides Divination and Deduction, there were many Divine Techniques and Cultivation Techniques for tracing things back to their source.

They just wanted to kill, not to be dragged down with their victims.

The deterrence of a Feathered True Master was an immense pressure for anyone.

"No Feathered cultivators? Only a few at the Void Realm?"

Looking at the group, Cui Yanliang was not surprised. Instead, he shook his head with a mocking sneer.

"Just as you said, Wu Province is far more than tens of thousands of miles from the Da Yu Capital City."

"And yet, the people behind you still don’t dare to show their faces."

"What are they so afraid of?"

He was very calm inside.

After several years of tempering, he had not only made great progress in his Martial Arts Cultivation and Daoist Skills, but his perspective had also broadened considerably, and his personality had become much more stable.

He no longer panicked at the first sign of trouble.

Jin Yunfeng was even calmer.

But beneath that calm, his pair of azure ghost flames held a deep, murderous intent.

On their journey to implement the new law, they would kill any who broke it or resisted—be they human, fiend, ghost, demon, or even those Daoists who held a Divine Position.

It was just that, compared to the demon fiends, ghosts, and monsters, most of those Daoists were not guilty of any great sins.